Lazy

We're in bed together, on this lazy Thursday afternoon. She has been very busy this week and I've been figuring out some stuff, so we barely had a minute to ourselves. Until now, that is. Now we finally get to relax together, our bodies close and one of her legs between mine. While I stroke her blonde hair, she smiles a little and I realise once again how beautiful she really is.

My arm finds it's way around her slim waist and pulls her a little closer into me, so I can feel her breath on my skin when she snuggles her head just under my chin, pressing a kiss on my throat. It's something she always does, but never fails to pleasantly surprise me and makes me smile. My fingers trace her spine as she sighs in contentment.

I tilt her head back a little, to gain access to that heart shaped mouth I love so much. Our lips touch, and it isn't long before our tongues find each other. They do their dance as I try to pull her even closer to me. Her lips are soft, the kiss sweet and slow, but it makes my heart speed up all the same. I want her, want to relieve some stress we both had, and judging from her thigh pushing harder against my leg she feels the same way.

I gently push her over on her back and cover her body with mine without breaking our kiss. But this change of position changes the pace and the movement of our lips and tongues becomes more urgent, faster. She can already tell how much I long for her, my erection pressing into her belly.

My hand slides up along her warm skin until I reach her breast, squeezing it gently and I move my thumb over her nipple until it turns hard. Once again, my tongue finds it's ways between her soft lips and presses up against hers, tasting her.

Our bodies start to move together a little and she let's out a sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh when I press my erection harder against her. Her fingers entwine in my hair as she pulls me deeper into the kiss and I'm afraid my brain will shut down.

I trace an invisible line from her breast down her belly, moving down to her thigh. She spreads her legs a little, inviting me, and my fingers find their way into her panties, stroking her, teasing almost. I break the kiss and smile at her...

... just before I push my fingers into her and she gasps.

Entrance

I see her before she sees me. She's wearing a black trench coat that almost reaches her knees and an oversized pair of sunglasses. Her light brown hair swings around her shoulders as she effortlessly makes her way through the crowd on bright red killer heels.

I love those heels. They never fail to turn me on.

When I'm about ten feet away from her, she finally spots me.

"You cut your hair," she smiles.

"You bought a new coat," I smile back at her.

I lean in for a kiss, which might be a little too intimate for a crowded train station.

"Actually I borrowed it." She corrects me when she pulls back from the kiss.

"Why would you borrow a coat?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"To conceal what I'm wearing underneath." A cheeky grin spreads across her heart shaped mouth. I feel my heart speed up a bit.

"And that would be...?"

She leans into me and presses a kiss on my jawline. Than she whispers in my ear.

"Nothing."

Random conversation

She grabbed my hand and led me to the stairs. She stood on one step and took my shoulders, positioning me in front of her.

"See?" she said, looking down only slightly at me. "I'm taller!" On the step she was about 6'3" to my 6'2". Nice. With that, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. My arms encircled her slim waist.

"Mmm," I said, "Actually, I'm shorter."

"No, I'm taller."

"No, I'm shorter."

"I'm taller!"

"Look, I had to learn Einstein's Relativity Theory in Physics as well, and I'm here to tell you that relative to you, I'm shorter. Of course, on the other hand relative to me, you are, in fact, taller."

"I shall shut your mouth with a kiss." And she did. When she broke the kiss she said, "Remember that line from Shakespeare's 'Much Ado About Nothing'?"

"Shakespeare had all the good lines," I said, and kissed her again.

"Here," I said, "I have an idea, too." I led her to the middle of the floor, her hand in mine. I knelt before her. On my knees, we looked each other in the eye. We kissed. "See?" I said, "I'm shorter!"

"No, I'm taller!"

Poetry

"I never get poetry."

My voice startles her and she looks up from the collection of poems she was reading while I was asleep. I woke up because of the setting sun shining in my eyes through the open window. She's leaning into a huge pile of pillows, her hair still tangled and messy. H. gives me a smile.

"Poetry is like sex." She exclaims, while turning the page.

In my still sleepy mood, I wrestle my head under her arm and lean on her breast. "Hmm. Explain, please." I yawn.

She adjusts her arm and twirls her index finger in my hair. I close my eyes as she starts to explain.

"Before you can do it you have to decide what position or 'structure' your going to do it in. Like; Missionary would be... a sonnet, or the sixty-nine position might be a Limerick or a quickie could be Haiku. The woman on top... perhaps a Prose and free style... And the way they fill in the structure is almost always a mixture of what they see and what they feel."

In moments like this I know exactly why I love this girl.