Losing clothes

"Good God, this is art," Tom says, pulling my pants down slowly to gaze at my ass.

"I do plenty of squats," I say proudly, though anticipating what he's going to do.

"It shows." He leans in and kisses one cheek, then the other through my panties.

I moan at the attention, letting him pull my pants clean off, but if we were going to do this, then we were going to do this right. I quickly squirm up the stairs and beckon him after me. Tom doesn't need to be told twice as he darts up, causing me to squeal in excitement. I'm almost in the room when he picks me up, causing me to yelp in surprise, and drives us to the bed. A moan immediately replaces my shock as he starts kissing me again. I welcome him into my mouth, kissing him back just as fiercely. He stops long enough to remove his jacket. He goes to remove his shirt, but I stop him.

"Uh uh," I told him firmly. He seemed confused at first until I took his shirt in my hands and pulled it up. He lifted his hands to help as I carelessly tossed it aside. The disorganization of this whole thing was part of the fun. "Very nice," I say, running my hands along his chest.

"Thank you, but what about you?" He protests with a smile.

I give him an "oh fine" look and pull my own shirt off. "I know I don't quite match up to Jer-oh!" His lips on her right breast before I could say anything more. He kissed and licked it through my bra while his hands reached around to undo the backstrap. "A woman's breasts are beautiful, regardless of size."

At that, I pull him back down to resume our kissing. I could feel his hard-on against me, knowing I had to have it soon. I reached down to undo his pants, pushing them down. While doing so, I get a nice firm grip on his buns.

"Damn, Tom. You do squats too?" I tease him while appreciating the musculature.

He laughs. "Maybe a few."

I chuckle at first, as does Tom. Then slowly, we both stop and stare at each other. Like a gunshot, we're both removing our underwear.

"Fuck me now," I demand huskily.