After my last posting I have had quite a lot of responses saying how much they had enjoyed my story so I have decided to put pen to paper so to speak and write another. If anyone would like a story written personally for them then get in touch.

Walking in to the bar, I see you sat at a table, alone, sipping your drink. I walk slowly over to you, say hi and join you. We sit chatting, idly about this and that, sipping our drinks. I look at you whilst you talk, mesmerised by your beauty, your eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky. I notice how long your eyelashes are, perfectly flitting, so inviting. Making anyone look more closely at your eyes.

My eyes wander down to your neck, slender and smooth. Sat side by side, I can feel your body next to mine. I can feel the heat omitted from you, comforting and snug. My hand rests on your leg, noticing the movement but unflinching, you smile. I lean towards you, as our lips touch, our moist lips toches as we kiss. My hand caressing your leg, gentle, delicate caress, your hand moves to my lap, as it rests in my lap. I can feel your chest rising and lowering as you breathe. Totally comforatable in each others company.

WE continue to kiss then softly you say you are ready, without another word, you take my hand and lead me out of the bar. Once outside in the cool air, you turn to face me, your beauty encaptulated in the moonlight.

My hands go around you, pulling you closer, hands resting on your buttocks, pulling you close, feeling you against my body. One hand slips up the back of your skirt, under the hem and feels the smooth soft cheek of your arse, feeling the lightly clad buttocks in my hand. I feel you shudder, not from the cold but from the sensations you now feel. I bend and kiss you again, tongues searching each others mouths. Pushing you against the car bonnet, you lean backwards, laying out on it, like a goddess on an alter...

My hands move around and caresses your legs, slowly, softly, delicately moving upwards, upwards towards the cotton clad honeypot within you. I push your skirt higher, exposing your thighs, then my fingers search for the waistband of your panties, hooking my fingers inside them and deftly pulling them down and off, leaving the garment laying on the tarmac. Your legs part as I slowly lower myself, kissing across your breasts, feeling your nipples hard against the material of your blouse, downwards, over your stomach, slowly caressing it with my mouth. Downwards to its goal, then you feel my breath on your naked thigh, my tongue slowly teases your soft delicate skin. Your hands moves to my head to guide me, pushing me lower still.....