He opened the door almost half-dressed for me, smiling. made me I went to her room while she was talking to me from the

He opened the door almost half-dressed for me, smiling. made me I went to her room while she was talking to me from the bathroom. I I was looking at the photos on the wall when I heard her say that she had prepared something special for both of us. I was curious, but before I had time To ask, she went in and turned off the light. The blind was drawn, and I could barely see more than half a meter from me, but without hesitation she turned on some candles scattered around the room. That's when I turned around and looked at her. She was bending over lighting the last candle, she was wearing a black beach dress. Too short and I could perfectly see her legs peeking out from underneath. She rarely wears such short skirts, so I had fun watching her. attentively as he placed the candles in their place. Then he turned to me, smiling. His black eyes looked like two bright suns beneath all that make-up. He approached me and kissed me for a long time, very slowly, playing with his tongue in my mouth, biting my lips. I thought it was going to start to pick up the pace when he pulled away, very innocently, and remembered that there was no put music on.. With an eternal smile drawing his lips, he stood up. tiptoe to kiss me briefly and tell me that he hadn't gotten dressed yet, that if I cared to wait for her. I answered no, in fact, I was delighted with being able to see how he changed his clothes. My joy in a well when he asked me to turn around At first I thought it was a joke, but she repeated it so It would be that I had no choice but to agree dissatisfied. I heard her singing to me back and felt it move. The truth is that deep down I liked knowing that She was changing her clothes, even though I didn't see her. I remembered the curves that I drew her body on my bed, dressed only in a set of underwear that I gave him myself. That moment constituted one of the most erotic images what he had of her. I was in these thoughts when I realized that, The dim light of the candles, his shadow was drawn almost in front of me, on the wall. It was difficult for me to define its outline at first, but later I can distinguish each inch of his body, which he knew so well. He bent down and took off his panties. He left them somewhere I didn't care about and went to the closet to take others, which were put on immediately. I was dying to turn around and take off that little dress, so I could see her change, naked in front of me. I was about to do it when he told me to look at the wall again. was collected hair and I saw his chest in the shadow rise, to fall again when he lowered his hands. arms. I wanted to turn around and look at her, see her undress. I turned weakly trying not to let him notice, and I suddenly realized that the glass of the window reflected everything that my eyes did not see. She took off her dress head, raising his arms and chest as he does so. _I wasn't wearing a bra, and in The rest of his silhouette was like a drawing on the wall. The glass revealed its deeper secrets and I was beginning to notice that I liked being in that situation. My girlfriend naked behind my back, and I spying on her naked body through the glass. I imagined that I would turn around, look at her carefully, and then She hugged me to kiss her. The time it took to take off her dress It became eternal, like in slow motion, like I had always dreamed of. reached a bra and put it on, twisting her arms behind her back. I wanted more than nothing could tear him out of his hands, prevent him from approaching her, but the mystery that enveloped his skin in the darkness was greater. I remembered when I was the one who undressed, when I could kiss her neckline, while I heard her breathing increase, sitting on me surrounding me with her legs. I wanted more than anything to hug her. body, kiss all her skin, strip her of everything that covered her. my body I wanted it. But I was held still by the effect of how exciting the situation. Feeling that I was spying on her, that I was watching her undress, caused me a chill. After all the preparation I was nervous, very nervous. I wanted to do something different, something that went outside the margins of the unbridled lust. I wanted to stimulate his imagination, I wanted to excite him in a way. different way than anyone else could, that it would melt before barely touch him. I remembered his look in some sequences of our life sexual, when I forgot my shame and allowed him to look at me openly naked, or playing with me, or taking off some of my clothes. Was nervous, I could tell by the way he moved. I tried to appear confident, I knew he saw me in the shadows, but my gestures had to be very exaggerated so that he could appreciate them. I took the dress over my head, very slowly, I felt like a striptease dancer, but I knew I was liking While I was looking for some clothes to wear I moved slightly to the rhythm of the music, but very slowly. My hip continued from side to side every compass, with a very slight movement. I looked at my own shadow and accentuated the movement so that it was well noticed. Clad in my highest heels and only Dressed in underwear I let myself be carried away by the music raising my arms little by little and placing my hands on the sides of my head, while it moved from one side to the other. Two circles with my hips, and my arms went up higher, pointing at the ceiling, where my closed eyes were looking. my hair fell out on my back and it tickled the back of my neck. I started to lower my arms, slowly, following the curves that my body made, until I fell to the sides of my chest, slide down my waist and end up on the inside of my thighs. As if it were a spontaneous dance, I turned to look for my clothes, completely indifferent. back to him. That was driving me crazy. His hips rhythmic The rhythm of the music gave the sensation of being some type of erotic dance, designed to make me explode. The subtle movements of his body, almost invisible in the silhouette of the wall, they were simply delicious in the window reflection. There I could see the outline of their little arms and the shape they He gave her the bra. If I squinted I could see the shadows it made the light on his chest when he was in front of me, when I could bring my eyes closer lips to your skin. She was innocently looking for something around the room, and didn't find it. found, his body did not stop moving very slowly to the rhythm of the music of here and there and my gaze followed him wherever he went. I took advantage of the second in that I couldn't see myself to finally turn around and be able to look at her. His image devoured me completely, almost naked, the light drew her naked body in the darkness. guitar. I was dying to run my tongue all over her back, to unbutton her. the bra, for turning her around and kissing her on the mouth in that way that made her he likes it so much. I wanted to hug her waist and let myself be captured by her hands, but I couldn't. Like a voyeur in the girls' locker room I turned around quickly when she looked back at me. My clandestine spying on your body was not to be discovered. The silhouette of the wall kept moving slowly, unleashing all the madness in me. Her bare shoulders looked like a sculpture, I was dying to kiss her neck, to make her drop her head back with pleasure. For her some suitable kisses could be the greatest excitement in the world, and I knew it, and I wanted to take it to After all, I wanted to eat her with kisses. I remembered the rhythm of his breathing caress her, her chest rising and falling under mine, her eyes closed and her lips running over my skin. I wanted to have her in my arms like so many others. times... The soft dance was leaving me without resources, I didn't know if It was working and I couldn't take it anymore. I saw him in the shadows, with his back to me. He had his hands in his pockets, and the light of the nightlight reflected on his back. candles, drawing their outline in the darkness. I was dying to get him out of his hair of the neck and begin to kiss him very slowly, hugging him from behind and let my hands explore under his shirt, caress his navel and trace the line of his skin that remained on the pants. I remembered the way her back, soft, and I wanted to take off her shirt so I could see her again, to caress his strong muscles and run my lips over the shape he made backbone. I wanted to spread my hands on his stomach, tensing my fingers. and bringing him closer to me. Go over his chest and stomach, brush his groin over the pants. If he turned around... if he hugged me tight against him and kiss... If I approached the bed and let myself fall gently on it, if Then he would lie on top of me, without stopping kissing me and caressing my cheeks. and my neck... I felt his gaze rest strongly on me, It approached little by little, very slowly. I was motionless, resting the images that I had just seen. Even seeing her get dressed had been exciting to me. Their slow and correct movements, putting on her skirt, her dance as light as sensual, when he raised his arms to put on his shirt. He was stronger immobilization spell she had cast on me than the desire to undress her slowly in the dark. Can't barely blink when I just wanted to turn around and take off her shirt, put my hands through the side slits of her skirt, kiss her lips, her neck and her cleavage, hug her until she feels the heartbeat of her heart. He hadn't done any of that, and now she was coming across the legs when walking, revealing her thighs, biting her lower lip. Each His reflection became clearer, and he was already here. Finally I had him so close, I could touch him, I could kiss him and get lost in your dreams. I leaned on his back, on tiptoe so I could touch him. with my lips his shoulders. I put my arms around him and caressed his, from the elbow, to end on his shoulders. He felt his chest rise and fall as he breathed, his muscles tense, he was so close that he could perfectly remember the taste from his mouth, and I wished I could taste it again. He was so close... I felt his chest on my back and his hands caress me slowly. His lips kissed my shoulders so softly that It seemed like a dream. As soon as I started to notice that I couldn't resist the impulse to turn around, she slipped her nimble fingers under my shirt and He began to caress my stomach, and go down very sweetly. Soon the yolks His fingers made circles on my navel, ending up touching the line where my underwear was gone. A precise movement was needed for those fingers They would remain under the rubber, without entering or leaving, just caressing the border between what can and cannot be seen. At that time I was in a cloud, her lips and her hands excited me more and more, she was already touching me without even having put his hand down his pants. I didn't know if I wanted it to do or take it out so I could turn around and do something too. No I couldn't make up my mind, my breathing was heavier and I couldn't think, I had to choose something Then she put her lips to my ear, she nibbled me gently the lobe and whispered in my ear "you can turn around now."