I come into the bedroom. It’s very dim with only sputtering candles for light. Your back is to me and you just put a Moody Blues CD in the player. ‘Nights In White Satin’ is starting to play. Justin Hayward is writing letters he’ll never send. You are in a silky, loose-flowing long gown. It is just slightly see-through with accents of fine lace. The candlelight makes it shimmer as it softly moves with you. Your panties are barely visible through the silk. I am wearing a business suit, power tie and all, just home from a boring meeting. I come up to you from behind and circle my arms around your waist and you lean back into me. I nuzzle your neck under your soft hair. You have just come from the shower and your hair is freshly washed, dried and brushed. It feels so soft and light against my cheeks and smells so nice. Your skin smells of soap and the various lotions and potions that women use to lure men into their lair. They’re working well. There is just a hint of fine perfume. Light kisses, soft caresses with my lips and cheek on the back of your neck. I work toward your ear. Little kisses on your ear lobe, soft hot breath behind your ear. Your perfume is light enough for your musk to come through. I love your smell. I brush your hair to the other side and move to give your other ear my tender attentions.

My hands are caressing your waist and up your sides. I slowly come up under your breasts and touch just the lower part, lifting slightly. They are full and warm. My lips are working their way to your cheek, still softly kissing and lightly licking. My breath is making your cheek cool on the moisture.
My hands come higher to your nipples. Very lightly touching them through the silky fabric of your gown. My fingers make small circles around them as they get hard. You turn your head to bring your lips closer to mine. We touch our lips lightly together. Warm, moist, tasting minty from the toothpaste. You have just a touch of lipstick. You let your tongue lightly touch my lips. My tongue comes out to meet yours. The haunting rhythms of ‘Steppin’ in a Slide Zone’ fill the room.
My pelvis is against your butt. I’m getting hard and you can feel me pressing against you. You press back. Your hands have come around behind my head and pull me in to kiss deeper. I press harder against your ass, rubbing against the fabric of your gown and panties. I can smell your juices starting to flow. The pheromones are entering my mind telling me how turned on you are and ready to make love.

My fingers are pinching your nipples now. Not too hard, just right. I rub them with the silk and they get even harder. I slide my hands through the opening of the gown and touch your breasts. They’re warm and soft. I can feel your heart beating as I squeeze them. I pinch your nipples harder … and they get more erect. A soft moan mixes with the music.
You’re really pressing back into my groin now, slowly gyrating side to side. I am so hard now, I can’t take much more. I turn you around and we kiss, long and deep. My tongue explores your mouth and dances with your’s. You taste wonderful. I let you push my tongue back and you explore my mouth. I suck your soft tongue and touch it lightly with my teeth.