loving Her From A Distance

Brown Skin (part II)

I gasped. She was intoxicating - a beauty with smooth, chocolate skin, a slender waist, round and perky breasts, and long, dark box braids hung just below her bum. Her shiny black dress hugged every curve, draping low over her perfect breasts and caressing her upper thighs. A smile played on her luscious, full lips, and those haunting eyes were drinking me in. I wondered how long she'd been dancing there. I smiled playfully and watched her as we moved. She oozed seduction and mystery, and I instantly wanted her. I moved a step closer. My right leg brushed against hers. I could swear I saw lust in her eyes, but I couldn't be sure if it was just wishful thinking on my part. She responded with a step of her own, bringing us so close that our thighs touched. I moaned under my breath, knowing full well that nobody, not even she, could hear it over the music.

We began to sway together, and I gauged her carefully, trying desperately to get a read on her. We moved like this for what seemed like an hour, but it may have only been a song or two. I no longer had any concept of time. I was paying no attention to the music, and I lost all touch with my surroundings. There was nothing but her.

We stared into each other's eyes, and I slowly licked my lips. She reached out and grasped my waist, pulling me even closer. I followed suit, eager to slip my hands over her hips. The slick fabric of her slinky dress slid between her hipbones and my greedy fingers, making me long to slip it off of her and remove any barriers to her warm, inviting flesh. God, I could smell her now. She could so easily be playing me, flirting with me in a coy attempt to gain more attention from the men in the bar, or perhaps to make a boyfriend jealous. But I hoped with every fiber of my being that this tantalizing creature was trying to seduce me. If so, it was working.

The music must have changed tempo, because our rhythm slowed a little. Or perhaps we were simply beginning a different kind of dance altogether. My hands began to take liberties, gliding to her supple ass and memorizing its every curve. Her gaze still penetrated mine, so intensely that I almost believed she knew my every thought. I was suddenly convinced that she knew I was putty in her hands, and that she loved it. I groped the flesh beneath my fingers a little, massaging her butt and raising the hem of that dangerous dress just a bit. She closed her eyes briefly and tilted her head back ever so slightly.

With that, I couldn't hold back anymore. Fueled by arousal and intoxication, I made my move. I leaned forward and nuzzled her neck a bit, allowing her to feel my breath on her skin. She leaned her head back, and her grip tightened a little. My lips grazed her smooth flesh, my hands still exploring her perfect backside. I could have devoured her right then and there. My mind and heartbeat were both racing, my lust rendering me incapable of rational thought or action.

The scent of her skin, soft beneath my lips, drove me to release a moan, which I was sure she felt. Her fingertips moved higher, tracing along the underside of my breasts, as if a not-so-subtle hint that she wanted more. I was undone. My parted lips found hers, at first gently grazing them, my breath a whisper on her tongue, a plea for entry. Then, as I felt her moan, I claimed her mouth for myself, my hands moving to her face. Our tongues intertwined, eagerly tasting and exploring. We kissed gently, tenderly, but the fire between us was building every second. The kiss deepened, becoming passionate, hungry, carnal. I broke away breathlessly and rested my forehead against hers, gazing into her eyes, my hands still caressing her face. "Oh my god," I said.

She chuckled and replied, "yeah." I kissed her again for a moment, then my touch trailed to her shoulders and down her arms before finding her waist again. I nuzzled into her neck once more, planting slow, lingering kisses just beneath her ear. I wanted more, so much more. And I wasn't sober enough to hold anything back. I took a deep breath and dove in, head first.

"Please let me taste the rest of you," I implored, nibbling on her ear. Her nails dug into my skin, and she nodded in answer. I leaned back to look at her. "Yeah?" I asked. She bit her lip and nodded again. I grinned wickedly, intertwined my fingers with hers, and began to pull her toward the bathroom.