It's a cool night. The nigh unbearable heat of the day has gone, displaced by the fog that rolled in at twilight. Your dress still clings to you as we walk, showing off your curves. I impishly give your bum a squeeze and you turn to look at me. At first I thought it was a glare, but no. That's something else in your eyes. Desire. Looking around, you pull me into a side street. The City seems deserted tonight.
I press you against a wall, trapping you. You're not really trapped, but we both know there's no other place we want to be. You grab the back of my neck, drawing me in for a kiss. My hand finds your hip...
A sudden crash from down the street breaks the moment. It's a jellicle cat, knocking over a garbage bin. We laugh together, tension dissipated. And just as quickly that look is back in your eyes. Your hands run down my body as you sink to your knees and unzip me.
By the time you take me between your lips, I'm already hard. I brace myself against the wall with an outstretched arm. My other hand plays with a strand of hair on your shoulder. The fog envelops us and I lose myself in the pleasure of your hands and mouth. I give a single shout, echoing down the City streets. You tuck me away and stand up for a kiss. I give you another deep kiss, tasting the merest hint of myself on your lips.
We walk back out to the street, hand in hand, continuing towards our destination. You shiver slightly; I shrug off and give you my light jacket. Putting it on, you wrap my arm around your waist and we walk further into the foggy night.
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