This is exactly what I will do

We were sitting at a small table in the food court talking,
Teasing,
Flirting,
(You know the drill)
When she said,
“Oh, yea,
Exactly what would you do?”

So I leaned over the table and began like this;
With my voice in a whisper,

This is exactly what I will do,
When we are together,
Alone,

I will cause you to begin to squirm,
In the most delicious way,
As you watch,
Me pull everything off my bed except the bottom sheet,
The whitest white,
Satin,
Waiting,
Just for you.

("Do I see a smile there?")

I will set you down on the edge of my bed,
Then lay you back and move you to its center,
Begin to carefully remove your clothing piece by piece,
Kiss by kiss,
Touch by touch,
Caress by caress,
Fondle by fondle,
Until you are completely bare before me.

("A slight blush on those cheeks of yours, yes?
Hands in your lap.
Nervous?")

While you watch from the center of the bed,
I will strip myself,
Touch myself,
Caress myself,
Fondle myself,
For your eyes,
As I had just stripped
Kissed,
Touched,
Caressed,
Fondled
You,

("I think I see a spark of interest there.
And your eyes,
Roaming my body?")

Both bare,
I will start with my tongue,
My lips,
My fingers,
Like a feather,
Over your entire body,
Beginning with your toes and feet,
Journeying up your calves,
Between your thighs,
A finger parting your hair, there,
A warm breath on you, there,
A teasing,
Touch with my tongue, there,
Then on to your stomach,
Always,
Tasting,
Enjoying,
Arriving at your breasts.
Caressing each nipple,
With my tongue,
My lips,
Until your breasts begin to flush and swell.
And then still more,
I will tease and pinched,
Suck and nibble,
Until they are hard,
Pointed toward my face,
When your nipples are at their hardest,
I will continue twisting and pulling,
Sucking,
Nibbling,
Even biting,
Until they are tender.
In their hardness,
Still I will flick your nipples,
And gently slap your breasts,
Until they ache for release,
And your body begins to squirm,
Writhe,
In anticipation.

("That is clearly a flush I see rising in your face
Is it getting hot in here?")

Finally, I will move my mouth,
Teeth,
Fingers,
Down each arm,
Back up to your neck,
Ears,
Eyes,
Mouth,
And taste your tongue with my own,
Before rolling you over,
To travel across the back of your neck,
Down your back,
A nibble,
Actually, more of a bite,
On each butt check,
And an exploration of the crease between them with my tongue,
Massaging with my finger,
Down along that crease,
Around,
Just barely in,
The opening there,
Continuing on to gently,
Lightly,
Part your lips,
Checking the wetness,
The readiness,
My finger pausing in it journey,
For a stroke or two on your clit,
Before retracing its path,
Back past your other opening,
Stopping again for a quick, shallow,
Probe of exploration,
Before my lips,
Tongue,
Fingers,
Continue their tour of your body,
Down your legs,
To finish where they started,
With a gentle massage of your feet,
And my mouth,
Sucking a bit on each toe.

(You are such a beautiful shade of red,
All the way down,
Highlighting your cleavage,
And you,
Sliding down in your chair like that.
Tell me, where is your hand?)

Again I will roll you over,
Again I will kiss,
Lick,
Nibble,
Gently stroke,
My way back up your legs to your thighs,
And what lies between them.

(Leaning forward like that,
Leaning on the table like that,
I can see,
Your nipples seem a bit,
Aroused,
Straining at the front of
Your blouse,
Almost to spill out of that top.)

When my fingers again part,
Your hair there,
They will find your vagina.
Wet,
Not just moist,
Wet,
Ready,
For my fingers lubricated by your wetness,
To slide up and down your slit,
Gently,
Slowly,
At first,
Then more quickly.

("I believe you are beginning to squirm?  Just a little?")

I will be careful not to let you cum,
As aroused as you already will be.
Still I will tease and touch your clit.
Sucking,
Licking,
As my pace of fingering you,
Increases,
I will switch from my index finger,
To my middle “fuck you” finger,
Which will curl against your G-spot,
As my lips,
Suck on your clit,
You will start to tremble,
My finger stroking your G-spot,
Will cause you to arch upwards,
Almost lifting you off the bed;
Forcing your clit,
Past my lips,
To be welcomed by my tongue,
And its flicking,
Fluttering,
Massaging movements.

("Why are you crossing,
Then uncrossing,
And again crossing your legs?
Pray, my honey,
Tell,
Why.")

You will squirm,
You will writhe,
You will wriggle,
The muscles of your abdomen will twitch,
The will seem to squiggle,
A feast for my eyes,
As an orgasm of pleasure,
Will ripple through you.
My mouth will welcome a flood, from you,
To taste,
My hand will be wet,
From the flood of you,
My fingers soaked with,
The flood of you,
Of your cum.

(Are you OK?
Breathing like that,
You seem about to,
Oh,
I don’t know,
What exactly are you about to do.
Huh?)

Still my tongue will lick your clit,
My lips will massage it,
Still my finger will caress inside you, your G-spot,
Until you are again writhing,
Again squirming,
Again jiggling,
When I will move my mouth,
From your cunt,
To your mouth,
My tongue to yours,
My chest to your breasts,
My fingers from within your cunt,
Around to your butt,
Gripping there,
So that,
As my cock,
Parts the lips of your cunt,
I can pull you forcefully against me,
Driving my cock into,
Your wetness,
Your cunt welcoming,
Its thrusts,
Within you.

(I think people might be staring,
What with you,
All squirmy, wiggly,
Like that.)

Again and again,
I will drive into you,
Then withdraw,
Completely,
So that the act of parting your lips,
Penetrating your body,
Will be repeated,
Completely,
Time after time.

(I am not sure,
Are you enjoying this,
As much as I am?)

Until we both,
Are consumed in the throes,
Of your contractions,
Of my ejaculations,
Of our orgasmic relief.

(We should probably,
Leave now.
Don’t you think?
Somewhere,
Where we can be alone,
Together.
Yes?
That is,
If you are OK with what,
I said I would do?
You are OK with that?
Aren't you?)