[b]The Adventures of a Sexy Green Eyed Girl New York City [/b] - Sex Stories

[b]The Adventures of a Sexy Green Eyed Girl New York City [/b]

The Adventures of a Sexy Green Eyed Girl

New York City

Some colleagues and I decided to take advantage of the warm Friday afternoon, so we headed to a midtown outdoor café for lunch. On this sunny afternoon the streets were alive and the café was busy. However, you sitting in the corner, wearing that yellow sundress, with the sunlight shimmering off your dark hair quickly caught my eye. I tried to join in with my coworkers’ banter, laughing when I thought I heard a joke, chiming in to make it seem like I was paying attention to them. But the reality is I have become very distracted. I know we weren’t alone; I could still see the shapes of the others in the café and cars as they passed by on the street. But all that was a blur, the only thing I could truly see was you. At first your shy smile pulled me to you, then I imagined running my fingers through your hair. I wondered what it would be like to gently brush your hair to the side, lower my lips down to your skin so my tongue could gently caress your neck and I could taste you for the first time. My gaze was drawn down from your neck, the sultry summer air made your dress cling to you. It was pulled in tight to your breasts, and then it was drawn to every line and curve of your body. My eyes passed the short hemline, and I could imagine my hands gently clasping your ankle, just above your spiked high heels. My mind’s eye could see my hands slowly, gently, glide up your milky white skin. Slowly my eyes worked their way back up your body, I imagined by lips devouring each inch of you as they drifted up along your skin. I watched your breasts rise and fall, with each breath you took. I saw that your eyes were closed and you were slightly biting your lower lip, I couldn’t help but wonder what you might be day dreaming of. I eventually found your waiter and order 2 of whatever wine you were drinking. I excused myself from my coworkers and told them I’d be taking the rest of the day off and that I’d see them on Monday. I walked to your table and asked if I could join you, you allowed me to. As I set the wine down, I reach for your face brushing your hair aside, I lean in to whisper in your ear, our cheeks brush and I say, “Hi my name is Steve and the only thing in the world that matters to me right now, is to softly, deeply, kiss your lips.”

I sit down, I put my hand on the table face up, and you immediately put your hand in it. I sink into the green sea of your eyes, they are so deep and beautiful I can feel them wrap around me. When I look at your lips the word desire is just too weak, I crave your lips like a starving man craves food, all I want to do is hold your face in my hands and kiss you, kiss you with the kind of passion that releases butterflies in your heart.

But I don’t

We are sitting on Broadway, in Times Square, with the world’s greatest aphrodisiac, New York City, spread out before us. The City will be our foreplay.

We begin to talk, but you playfully deny me your ...