Our First Meeting.

We met at a local sports bar. You looked sexy, I wanted to take you then and there but was patient. My hands were all over you. As I look over toward you, I can see the same thoughts are going through your mind. I place my hand, gently on your bare leg and you look into my eyes. We both smile mischievously. I run my hand up your leg just lifting your skirt slightly. You lean over and whisper, "I need to find the restroom." I stand up to let you out and I follow, knowing what will come next.  You go into the bathroom and close the door, neglecting to lock it. In a few moments, I also enter the bathroom. Knowing how you like to live on the edge. You have already removed you panties and placed them by the sink. I lock the door and you quickly embrace me. I love how you feel.  I lean forward and kiss you deeply. Pausing slightly to gaze into your eyes. My hand, brushes against your face as I run my fingers through your hair. We know we must hurry, or get caught. I push myself close to you and you moan quietly. As we maneuver in the small bathroom, occasionally, we giggle, knowing someone outside must be waiting by now.  As I close my eyes, I imagine ourselves on top of the clouds. The cool mist drifting across us and between us. Caressing our bodies. Small cool droplets of water condensing on our most sensitive parts, becoming warm from the heat of our bodies and then dripping onto each other. The excitement brings our bodies hotter fast and with almost shocking intensity. I pause for a few moments, enjoying our kiss, our forbidden closeness. Our experience that has evolved into some sort of public intimacy. As we struggle to get ourselves back together, we make much more noise than we should.  Even though we only played and didn’t complete our passion. As we make our way back to our seats, all eyes are on us with jealousy, even envy. I know everyone is imagining us together. Dreaming they too felt the intense desire, the need to attempt what we had done. We can't help but look into each others face and smile. My gaze moves from the beauty of your face and I’m reading your thoughts. I pay for our drinks and hand you a key to a room at the Hotel next door. As you open the door I’m there waiting in anticipation for the next chapter. You hardly close the door and we are kissing passionately, our hands begin to caress each other. My fingers massaging your wetness as I peel your clothes off and….. TO BE CONTINUED.