As I walked into the room, laying eyes on her for the very first time, she momentarily took my breath away. I remember thinking she is everything that I am not, a complete yin and yang. Her lean toned body was like that of a woman that did yoga, versus my curvy soft body that is good to snuggle. She stood there smiling at me with her breasts, small, perky, almost playfully pressing against the fabric of her thin dress with short straight brunette pixie like hair tasseled on top of her head.
Not a word has been exchanged between us as I stood frozen for what seemed to be hours, wondering what would happen next. As if she knew what I was thinking, she sat down straddling the ottoman, patting the spot in front of her and looking up at me. I hesitantly walked over, sitting to straddle the other side of the ottoman facing her with my knees brushing hers. My negligee hiked up along my thighs, leaving me feeling that my waxed pussy was open and so exposed to her along with my desires.
She reached up cupping my cheeks in her hands while looking deep into my eye, softly she placed her lips to mine pressing against me. Closing my eyes, her lips so soft, so inviting, I feel her snake her tongue out running along my pouty lips enticing them to open. Releasing the lowest moan I part my lips as her tongue hungrily darts into my mouth probing, seeking to explore every inch. My tongue starts to dance with her tongue, plunging into her mouth to explore the cherry tasting new paradise I have found.
My head is swirling as I lose track of myself in her kiss, like with no one before. I do not notice her sliding my negligee up until she breaks the kiss to remove it over my head. As I toss my hair free of the negligee the cold air of the air conditioner sends a shiver down my spine and through my body, making my nipples hard. I glance over to where he is sitting on the couch watching us like in the front row of his own private show with his drink in one hand and cock in the other. I smile sweetly to him as if saying thank you but thinking I cannot believe I forgot he was even in the room. He raises his glass nodding in our direction with a coy smile as in telling me to return my attention to her.
Turning my attention back to her, she had removed her dress and is waiting patiently for me. She moves closer to me to return to kissing me, tossing her legs over mine pinning me to the ottoman. There is more passion, desire, intensity in her kiss this time then before as she moans into my mouth. Her warm hands slide up along my side until she finds the soft sides of my breast beckoning her to move inward across my chest. As she squeezes my breasts while lifting them up gently her lips move from mine to my neck trailing kisses up towards my ear.