What If

I.
What if
Our eyes locked

From across the room
A small smile

From behind the edge
Of your martini

What if
That smile

Turned into
A touch

Along my arm
Or the small of my back

Looks exchanging
Words insinuating

Faces flushing
Bodies warming

Heads nodding
Coats grabbing

In your car
Racing, racing

Through your door
In your room

On your bed
Ready...for...

"I don't...know..."
I say.

"Come here,"
You smile.

I do...I
Can't refuse

You are...beautiful
Hair so blonde

It's almost white
Eyes: brown

Like chocolate
Melting on fingers

"I've never..."
I say.

"I know,"
You reply.

"Kiss me,"
You whisper.

"It's the same,"
You assure.

I...do
And...ooooh!

Terribly soft
Strawberried lips

Smooth flushed cheeks
Higher-pitched moans

It...is...not
At all...the same

I cannot veil
My surprise

And you love it
How I am startled at

How turned on
I am

By you

II.
What if
You smile

And take
My hands

And lead them to
Your breasts

"I have a set of
These," I giggle.

"Then you know
What to do."

You smirk. I sober
Quickly

I cannot
Make jokes

After you undo
Your lacy black bra

And toss it
To the floor

You lay back
As I straddle

You, exploring them
I have always

Wondered how
Breasts would feel

Not ones I own
That I can touch

Anytime
I am

Astounded at how
Nicely they fit

And feel heavy in
My hands

Kneading
Softly squeezing

How
Quickly your skin

Puckers and pinches
Together

Around your nipples
As I lightly

Cup your breasts
My thumbs gently

Brush across
Them this makes

Those nipples
So hard

So fast

That you gasp

III.
What if
You sit up

And quickly push
Me down

Onto my back
"I have to see

You," you tell me
Eyes dark deep

I don't know what
To say to that

I am frozen
As you lift

My skirt up
To my waist

My tiny yellow
Panties are

What you see
What you touch

What I feel
Is exquisite

Small fingers running
Along elastic edges

So light
They tickle

I giggle
Until you

Slip your pointer
Fingers in

On each side of
The delicate

Cotton
Middle

"You're wet,"
You grin.

"Duh,"
I breathe.

Soaked is a
Better word

Your eyes
Are wicked

You pull
Them down

You settle in
And

You
Touch

Me

IV.
So...new
My face: shocked

"Oh...shit!"
I gasp.

Can't...keep
Eyes...open

As your fingers
Rub my swollen

Lips...so private
Somine

Now they are
Yours to do

With whatever you
Please

"Please, oh,
Please..."

You tell me how
You love my

Pussy...you
Love how it

Is so wet that
You might need

A towel
I am...

I am...so
Embarrassed

You reassure me
That you love it

By diving in

V.
I have never
Felt

A woman, I had a
Feeling

I would love it so...slow
Tongue...lapping

Licking...sucking
Ahhh – yes – biting!

Nibbling...caressing
Nothing but

Incoherent words
From me

Fingers stroking
Digits entering

Back...and...
Forth...and

Blathering words - my
Hands in your hair

"Don't stop...
Never stop!"

You chuckle, you
Own...Me

I squeal
Twisting, turning

I cum quickly
I cum hard

On your tongue

VI.
It takes
A few seconds

To blink, to
Come back

To your nose on
Mine, kissing me

I taste me
On your lips

So...good
So...hot

"My turn?"
You ask.

I nod: Yes – oh – God – oh – yes!
I urge you down

Pull your tight black
Pants down, down...

Finally they're off
I roll you over

Black triangle of
A thong at the top

"Oh, God,
Wow!"

Gorgeous, full
Naked ass cheeks

I touch, I stroke
You moan, you whimper

I run a finger
All the way down

Your crack, and
End at your clit

You whine as I
Pull your thong down

Spread you open
From behind

You raise your ass
Presenting

Yourself better
Nicer access

For me
I bury my

Face in you

VII.
Your smell: breathtaking
But you taste...oh,oooh...

Different than I
Do, sweeter, brighter

I need
More

You turn over
I spread your legs

And watch your pussy
Bloom

Your clit is tiny
Your inner lips longer

Than mine are
I look, I inspect

I touch
Then I peek

Up at you
You're watching

Me, intrigued
You chuckle

I freeze, unsure
"Sorry," you whisper.

"Look at me
All you like."

"I told you
I've never..."

"Yes, I know,"
You grin.

Your pussy is hairless
Smooth as your

Legs...I gush
Juice between

My legs
Touching you

I circle your
Slick opening

With a
Trembling finger

Nudge your clit
With my nose

I latch on
To you

I...suck
I...suck

You exhale loudly
I glance up

Your head is
back, your

Hands on
Your breasts

Pinching
Rubbing, pulling

I must be doing
Something right...?

I pin your
Little clit

Between fingers
I fondle it, then

I stroke it
With my tongue

First gently,
Then rougher

Harder
Until you

Start to moan
Your legs

Shake and vibrate
"Oh, yessss!" you hiss.

"Suck on me!"
I obey, I would

Not stop now even
If you wanted me to

You grab my hair
Secure me to you

I work you
And I work you

Until you cum
Violently

Squirting
All over my face

Your body:
Thrashing

Thrashing
Shuddering

Shuddering
Quivering

Quivering
Calming

Words slurring
Bodies sweating

Hands smoothing
Hair from my

Wet face: "Fuck!
That was...

So good!"
You tell me.

I smile
And I laugh

Because now
It is I

Who needs that towel