She had the most sensual lips I ever saw and she knew it. They were plump, deep red and pouty. Everytime our eyes met, she would bite her bottom lip, lock her fingers together and shift her body so that she was completely facing me. After several hours of this taunting, I eventually got the courage up to go over to her. Before I could even open my mouth with a masterful line, she grabbed my face, gently brushed her lips against mine and whispered "I want to kiss you, may I?"
As my brain was buzzing, I could only muster up the nerve to nod my head once. She immediately placed her lips over mine and I felt the softness and warmth of hers. Suddenly, I felt the gentle pushing of her tongue into my mouth seeking out mine. When they met, my knees buckled and a tingling sensation took over my body. The kiss was long, soft and sensual. She tasted like peaches.
She ended the kiss with a gentle nip of her teeth on my lower lip. As I attempted to catch my breath, she leaned to my ear and said "I would like to do that again, please".