I Met A Girl At The Club. It Was A Hot Humid Night And We Danced And Laughed And Kissed. She Smelled

I met a girl at the club. It was a hot humid night and we danced and laughed and kissed. She smelled like incense and we sang to Billy Eilish. At the end of the night she invited me on a date tomorrow evening at her house. A vast shared house with 11 other flatmates plus their friends and partners. We all cooked together making huge quantities of vegan curry. At one point someone played Umbrella by Rihanna and everyone appeared and did a flash mob dance to it. I joined in following her moves, her face lit with joy. Later that night as I sat outside she appeared with my phone and gave it to me. “I’ve been sending you tit pics from the bathroom” she laughed. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her neck. I told her how much I had enjoyed the evening. “Let me show you my world tomorrow”. She arrived promptly at 8. I pull her in and take her coat. I kneel down and slide off her heels. I can tell she’s made such an effort. She smells and looks wonderful. A little nervous compared to the relaxed carefree girl of the last two evenings, She’s 3 or 4 inches shorter than me. I eye her hungrily. “Are you hungry?” I ask, she shakes her head. “I’m starving” I tell her as I pick her up and she giggles relaxing a little. I lay her down on my big bed, soft puffy white covers and cushions billowing around her in the peace of my apartment. She props herself up on her elbows watching me as I crawl up the bed, pushing up her dress, squeezing her thighs, fingers rubbing the wet spot on her panties as I compliment and praise her. She wiggles her hips so I can pull up her dress over and off. She flops back, lying down with a gratuitous moan and exhale. I spread her legs and lean over her, one hand resting on the bed beside her, my knees between her thighs. My other hand rubbing firm circles against her pussy through the material as I gently lay kisses on her, her scars, her marks, bruises, blemishes, the hollow of her throat, the rise of her breast and gentle swell of her stomach. Looking down at her admiringly I say to her “Red is for stop. Orange means pause, slow down. Green means carry on.” She repeats after me. “I’ll make you feel so good I promise sweet girl. Are you ready, are you happy?” She quickly replies nodding her head and breathily agreeing and I know she’s mine.

Amen!!!

❤️❤️ Abi PSA

The Dance

We lay in bed under the covers, facing each other, the gentle comfort of out naked bodies wrapped in a simple loving embrace. Our lips gently kiss over and over as our hands slowly explore, nails dragging over naked skin. Goosebumps and sighs a response to the sensually simple moment of connection between our two bodies and souls.

Your thigh gently resting between mine teasing my already aroused sex with light brushes, urging me closer. Shifting ever so slightly, I feel the cool softness of your skin press against the heat of my arousal. My hips slowly start to slide and brush against you as our kisses and caresses continue separate of my growing need.

I press ever so slightly harder, feeling my arousal starting to spread over your thigh, making my tortured need grow more intense. The touch of you against my thigh adds to the pleasure of the moment as you let out a soft sigh between our kisses. Your own body matching mine.

We press closer, breast on breast, lips sliding and pulling and sucking on each other. Our fingers still explore and caress quickly warming skin. Our moans, whimpers and sighs fill the room around us, creating the music to which our dance is timed.

The intensity of the music picks up, the power behind it driving us closer to the other. Our bodies pressed tightly together, still on our sides, under the covers, the most intimate of dances between to women whose love feeds the music.

Our dance intensifies to follow the music. Our movements; fluid, eager, needy, but not rushed. We feel the warmth of our desire surround us as the music grows closer to the crescendo. I gaze into your piercing blue eyes as we dance, feeling my heart race, feeling only you and I dancing as the rest of the world falls away.

As the music fades, the heat, desire and contentment of our dance lingers, surrounding us in a comfortable warmth. We gaze into each others eyes, feeling the energy of the dance ripple over our skin, understanding the glorious moment of serenity and shared connection we shared. The powerful love between us that became the dance.