“Come on, let’s get comfortable.” I grab my items once again. Holding my hand, she follows me to the bedroom.
After I put the tequila shots on the nightstand, I open the curtains letting in the glow from downtown. I want to see every inch of her rockin’ body. I kick off my shoes and socks by the chair in the corner. I make my way to Kat, drop to my knees in front of her. Her shoes have leather straps that wrap around her ankles up her calf. I can't wait to take them off, and begin unwrapping my present. Her eyes look down at me, as if she’s craving me. I lift her foot to my thigh as I untie the straps. I can’t resist kissing her arches, the woman even has incredible feet. After finishing with the first shoe, I put her foot down, repeating what I just did to the other. As I run my hand up her ankles, I notice she has a tattoo. A tribal butterfly, in tones of blue, black, and white. Sexy as hell. Gently kissing it, I ask, “Got any more tattoos hidden on this gorgeous body?”
She covers her eyes, as if she is embarrassed. “Yes, one more.”
I continue running my hands up her legs. When I make it to her upper thighs, I stop, breathing in her scent as I run my nose over her sex." Before I get a taste, I want to find this other tattoo. Since I don’t see it on your arms or legs, I’m guessing we need to get you out of this dress before I will see it." I’m already pretty sure I know where it is.
As I stand up, I put her hands on my shirt to let her know to take it off. Her fingers graze my abs as she pulls my shirt over my head, causing me to suck in my breath. She tosses the shirt to the floor. Her hands run back down over my chest. “Your turn, Katerina.”
My fingers travel to the top of her dress, gliding it down her arms, making sure that I trace the curves of her body while removing it. It pools at her feet. She steps out of it, kicking it away. Fuck! What this woman’s body is doing to me. Every man’s fucking wet dream. She is fucking gorgeous standing before me in just her panties and bra. Her tits are full, definitely more than a handful, which is perfect for me.
I walk behind her, searching for the tattoo I know she has. Dropping to the floor, I kiss the middle of her lower spine. A second butterfly is exactly where I suspected. When I look up, her eyes are shut tight. “Don’t laugh. It was cool at the time. It was my second tattoo, well actually third. But, in my defense, I had plans to add more to this one.”
Before she continues, I interrupt her, “Third, so I have to search for more?”
She shakes her head no. “The one on my ankle is a cover up. The original one was my first ever. I saw something on the wall, and got it. Now, I’m just rambling like an idiot. Please continue.” She waves me on. The girl has a sense of humor. I like it.
Standing up, I walk forward, edging her toward the bed. “It’s cute. All of it, the tattoos and the rambling.” I kiss her lips softly. Kat reaches down to undo the button on my pants. Before she gets them off, I pull a condom or two out of my pocket tossing it on the nightstand, right next to the tequila. She sits on the bed, pulls my jeans down my legs. Wanting this to go faster, I kick them off the rest of the way. I climb up her body so she's forced to lie down on the bed with her head on the pillow.
When I straddle her thighs, I study the woman in front of me once again. She's wearing black lace boyshort panties and a matching see through bra. I run my hands up her hips and over her tight stomach to her luscious tits, palming one in each hand before lightly squeezing her nipples. She lets out a heavy sigh before licking her lips again. Her hands run over my stomach, reaching to my back to pull me down to her lips for a hard kiss.