Going upstairs

John couldn't get the image of Stacy's dripping wet pussy out of his mind. Before he knew what he was doing he was already halfway up the stairs.

"I'd love to help you find something to try on," John stated as he made it to the top of the stairs.

"I've already got an idea of what I want," Stacy said as she reached down and slid her hand over his growing cock. Her other hand reached up gripped him by the base of his neck pulling him down till their lips met.

Her lips were always so soft but John felt something more to this kiss. Her lips were harder more demanding. She parted her lips and **** John's mouth open with her tounge. John's hands wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to his body.

This is different Stacy thought excitedly. He has never been more willing to get so physical with me.

A slight moan escaped her lips as John's hands wondered down squeezing her round ass. She could feel John picking her up of the floor and she wrapped her legs around his body grinding herself into his hardening crotch.

She pulled her red blouse up over her head and unceremoniously discarded it on the floor.

John broke their kiss and looked deep into her dark brown eyes.

"Please don't stop. I want you so bad," she pleaded.