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    Missing Piece – Part 2

     

     

     

     As I lean against the railing deep in thought, I fail to hear the door slowly slide open, then close……

     

     

    Who was that girl? What just happened? Why do I feel like this? I can’t grasp a coherent thought as I stand out in the night air. Trying desperately to find the answers I seek, I let out a sigh.

    I can’t grasp a coherent thought as I stand out in the night air. Trying desperately to find the answers I seek, I let out a sigh.

    Suddenly two hands gently grasp my hips. I jump slightly at the unexpected touch. I feel a body press against my own. Two firm breasts rest upon my shoulder blades. My heart rate increases. I breathe deeply, filling my lungs with her perfume.

    She moves blonde locks off my shoulder. I feel a warm breathe on my neck and I shiver. I tilt my head to the right granting her access. Soft lips graze my skin, and I feel a jolt of electricity run straight to my core. I want to turn around, but don’t, for fear she isn’t real.

    She kisses up my neck, behind my ear. Her hands slowly move up my sides, stopping on either side of my breasts. I moan, ever-so-slightly. She takes my ear lobe into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue. "What’s your name?" I Breathe out. Releasing my lobe, and slipping my shirt off my shoulder, she purrs into my ear with a husky, lust ridden voice. "Ashley".

    With her left hand on my arm she lowers the other at an excruciatingly slow pace. Her lips latch onto my neck once more. Sucking and nipping down to my shoulder. Her hands snaking down my ribs, stomach, pelvis, until they reach my thigh. She gently slides her hand up my skirt, and I quiver.

    Her fingers skim along my skin until they reach my underwear. She strokes my mound through the fabric, making delicate circles. My breathing hitches and I let out the moan that has been building. Her left hand drops the the hem of my shirt and she slides her hand up to cup my breast. Her lips never leave my skin for more than a second.

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