Your move

I grinned. "You know something, Shanna?" I said, leaning in close. Her unique scent was even more noticeable up close, almost musky, and I wondered if I was smelling Shanna more than the perfume.

"Mmm, what?" she replied, though from her seductive tone and heated gaze, it was clear that she knew very well "what".

"I like you too." With that, I closed what little distance was left between my lips and hers. I know what they say about first kisses, but trust me, I've kissed a girl or two, and this kiss was like nothing I'd ever experienced. The minute we made contact, I felt every hair stand at attention, as though Shanna was a living Tesla coil and had suddenly charged my body with a couple of megawatts.

I can only describe what happened next as explosive. Shanna returned the kiss with fervor, almost violently, on my mouth, on my neck, even biting my lip, and I found myself responding in kind, repaying every touch of her lips with one of my own. It was like some kind of internal dam had broken, and we were both swept away by a flood of raw sexual power. We finally wound up in a deep, incredibly erotic kiss, her tongue sliding forcefully into my mouth as mine grappled and locked with hers, moaning into each other. While our lips were busy, I slid my hands up from Shanna's waist to her tits, which by this point were practically exploding out of her slinky outfit. As though too impatient to even let my fingers finish the trip by themselves, she grabbed my hands and placed them immediately on her heaving breasts. She squeezed my hands onto her tits and moaned. I could feel her pert nipples through the sheer fabric of her dress. Her breasts were absolutely perfect!

Obviously, Shanna liked things rough, and I was only too happy to oblige, squeezing and kneading her mounds, letting my fingertips sink in deeply. I was rewarded with a gasp, and Shanna threw her head back, momentarily breaking our kiss, tossing her long, dark hair wildly around. "Aahhnnn!" she cried, biting her lip to hold back an even louder cry. Then she flung herself onto me, knocking me over, laying us both out on the couch. Finally, I had to give up my attempts at reciprocation as Shanna practically attacked me (in a very good way!). Our lips locked again as she lowered herself onto me. I could feel her tits as she pressed her ample bust onto my chest. Her legs were slightly spread, the hem of her black dress nearly up to her waist, and I caught a glimpse of black sheer panties. The pressure and heat of her crotch were warming my cock through my pants. Damn, I thought, we really need to get out of these clothes!

As if reading my mind, Shanna rose up slightly, somehow finding room between us to slide her hands up to my shirt collar. Suddenly, she literally tore my shirt open, sending buttons flying all over the living room! I have to admit, I was pretty amazed at just how quickly she was able to do it, as though my shirt was nothing more than tissue paper. I'd noticed earlier that she had some definite definition, but even so, I was surprised at just how ferociously she was going at me.

"Mn-wow," I said, momentarily disengaging from our kiss. "Can't even wait for me to take off my own shirt?"

"You'd do it too slowly," she replied. "And I want you now." Then she went from lip-locking me to trailing her hot, wet tongue across my cheek, down my neck, and proceeded to lick at my chest, opening my torn-open shirt wider.

I felt myself grinning. Never in my life had I met a woman who wanted me this badly!

Then Shanna sat up, tossing her hair again, and gazed into my eyes. Again, I felt that electric surge, an erotic supercharge.

I hadn't seen anything yet....