Unbuttoning (unfinished)
You begin to unbutton your shirt, your fingers reaching for the first button.
“Let me.”
Your hands drop to your sides and you watch as my fingers work each button. As the last one is unfastened, your shirt opens revealing white skin and just the hint of your breasts. Sometimes the hint of nakedness is more erotic than seeing everything revealed. I unfasten the button of your jeans and slide the zipper down. The ‘V’ shaped opening reveals black panties in contrast with the snowy skin of your tummy. Your tummy button is in shadow; a black dot against a pure white background.
My hands reach behind and slip beneath the elastic of your panties over your sweet little ass. I slide your jeans and your panties off your hips and I kneel to kiss your tummy button.
I stand and run my hands up your sides, under your shirt, opening the front, pushing it off your shoulders. My fingers run down your bare back and I pull you to me. As I kiss you, your fingers are busy unbuttoning my shirt. As I did for you, you push my shirt off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. My arms wrap around you, and, as I hug you, I feel your breasts crush against my chest; skin to skin.
