From the moment I saw her, I wanted to find out what is it like to kiss her. We are both female. The s***** tension is intense when it is just us. She looks where I look but we never say much. We touch and catch each others eyes but have to hide our attraction.She looks at me from across the crowds of people. She is loud & courageous in a group but quiet & warm when alone. She bites her lips as she gently caresses objects with her hands & fingers as I watch. She tosses her hair, accentuates your breasts with her biceps & puckers her lips as I approach to talk to her.SHe looks at me with dilated pupils as she steals galances at my lips when she doesn’t think I am looking. I can see the pulse in your neck grows noticably faster with her breathing. I catch my eyes taking pleasure in tracing her body’s gentle curves on autopilot and have to stop myself from continuing the good feelings tickling my brain. She takes every opportunity to touch the skin of my wrists to hand me a pen or paper. She grows quiet and attentive when I speak. If she asked the question, she laughs whether funny or not and wraps herself with arms as she rubs up and down to hide a shiver. She seems to take special walks toward me with a noticable sway in the hips while removing an item from off her person. Most telling of all, she approached me while at the sink in the restroom and gently took a hand to lead me into a stall, where she closed the stall door behind us. She then gently pressed her body against me to kiss me on my lips. All I can whisper is that Eric is a lucky guy as we melt into brain-pleasing and OH, SO WET embrace over and over.
