Lost in the moment

The kiss lingers for a long, delicious moment and breaks naturally, your hand brushing Christine's right cheek softly. She lays her face into your touch, enjoying the sensation for a moment before leaning close and touching her lips to your ear. Somehow the slight kiss sends a shiver through you, and as an all-but inaudible moan escapes you she pulls you closer to her. Then she slides down your chest, letting you cradle her in your arms. Through the gossamer body stocking that clings to her like a second skin, you feel her heart pounding beat for beat with yours.

Her voice is a whisper in the wind as she sighs to you, "I've never done anything like this... I never thought I could feel this way... I thought it was all the stuff of dreams..."

You kiss her forehead gently, and discover to your surprise that a tear runs down her cheek, though she smiles in your embrace. > you think to yourself. >

"Just a dream..." Christine whispers again.

"No dream could feel like this," you reply You're not normally so poetic, but this girl brings it out of you.

Christine's response is to reach eagerly upward for another kiss, deep and passionate, making the first two seem like rehearsal for the final masterpiece...