My fingers follow her spine. Nails just brushing the skin to either side in a gentle caress followed by soft kisses. Moving down, pressure building. Till by the base my fingers are raking down across her bottom and onto her thighs. Tracing along the muscles of her calves. Callous hands closing around ankles. Deep purposeful probes moving back up. Exploring across skin, searching tense knots with tender lips then massaging them away with strong fingers. Moving slowly back up above the hips. Rough palms gliding over her smooth stomach. Pulling her up, pulling her open. The nails returning, running down along the inner thigh to the knee. Then slowly, glacially, moving back up. Hot breath washes over her ear, lips testing her ear lobes. My fingers inching ever closer along skin afire. Just barely brushing against it.
Then I whisper, "Well that was fun, I'm off to the store."
