School girl – ish
When he walked through the door, the first thing he noticed was a grin. Wide. It pushed her cheeks up, into the equivalent of a flesh colored plum on either side of her nose. Cheeks that were almost touching the bottom of her eyes. Eyes that danced with mischief. Twinkled with delight. Her arms were clasped behind her back as the movement of her hips pivoted from side to side. She batted her eyelashes followed by a down cast gaze. Speaking with a hushed whispering tone; that gave away what was missing from her features, she asked, “did you buy me anything?”
It was then that his heart stopped. She was wearing a school girl uniform, ish. It was close enough. A super short pleated skirt. That white blouse with three of the top buttons undone. The tie matched her skirt; its knot rested in the middle of her cleavage. Knee high socks that he was going to remove with his teeth. His body was weak as water.
With shaking knees, he staggered over to her, lifted her chin; that look in her eyes struck a cord deep inside him. Was she aware that this playfulness was a turn on? And with the addition of the outfit, dinner would be a midnight snack.
His actions were deliberate, he took his time gliding one hand, then the other around her waist. He stepped into her, feeling the energy radiating from her body. He kissed her with THAT KISS. When he released her, his breath teased her ear as he whispered, “what did you want me to bring you?”
A low growl filled his ears. The sudden motion of her grabbing his butt; pulling him even closer in, caused him to inhale sharply.
“I think you might be melting your present.” He hissed.
“What once was melted can be frozen?” She teased.
He gulped, “yes.”
Her only reply was a giggle.
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