flirtation

shhhh...

...hands, soft brown hands, come to rest lightly on your shoulders to massage out the stresses of the day...such tension...a feather light kiss is placed on your right temple...flirtation...

...these soft brown hands, gentle and inviting, sink lower down your chest...nimble fingers deftly undo the buttons on your shirt...a nail flicks across an exposed nipple...flirtation...

...there is a tugging at your belt buckle...the leather is pushed through the buckle, the slack pulled on, the catch removed from the hole...freedom...as quickly as your shirt buttons were undone, so are your pants opened and unzipped...a warm palm is placed on your lower belly...flirtation...

...the rustling of fabric, the unlacing of shoes, the removal of socks, legs freed from slacks...a naked man...you...flirtation...

...a head between your legs appears while your eyes are closed...there is no face - only lips, full and cushy, which hover over your sac...the pink tongue which hides behind these full and cushy lips darts out to lick the thin wrinkled skin...flirtation...

...silky smooth pads, ten of them, caress the head of your cock...the ridge...the vein running underneath...the base...heat engulfs your shaft...cradled lovingly in small female hands...flirtation...

...moisture...wetness...slick, yet not without bite...straight white teeth traverse your length of hardened flesh...stone covered by a thin layer of skin...flirtation...

...hollowed cheeks...the sound of breath catching in the back of one's throat...yours...nails scratch their way along inner thighs...reddened...scorching...flirtation...

...a shudder...a moan...essence spilled into a hungry mouth...flirtation...

...female lips curve into a smile...eyes are raised...they are hazel...they are mine...i am yours...flirtation...

...shhhh