Laying in bed staring at the picture of you in the red coat.
The tv is on; have no idea what’s airing and the reflections are distracting me from looking at the picture of you in the red coat.
My heart is starting to race now; imagination running wild with visions of what’s under that red coat.
Leaning back against the wall, staring up in the sky. Thick thighs slightly spread apart, graceful curves adorning the leather pants, red pumps just putting enough arch in your back to clearly outline the fullness of your butt.
…and the red coat. It does a wonderful job of revealing just enough of your gracious curvy body yet covering it up at the same time. The oxymoron starts to play tricks on my mind. How can something be concealing yet revealing? It must be the red coat.
My head cannot fathom the concept of the red coat. How can such an insignificant piece of clothing get me so excited? It makes no sense that a mere red coat is making blood rush to a certain part of my anatomy.
I can’t take it anymore, the red coat is driving me insane so I grab my keys, slap on some cologne and drive to see you. The drive is the longest 15 minute drive of my life but I survive the drive.
I ring your doorbell and you answer wearing the red coat. The damn red coat…
One look at you live in the red coat and I lose myself. I look you up and down long and hard, staring at you lustfully ; your short curly hair, perfectly imperfect belly, wide hips, thick thighs, full lips and glistening eyes.
Then the magic of the red coat takes over as we hug. I hold on a little longer childishly stealing a quick opportunity to run by hands quickly over your body and when I eventually try to pull away, I feel you draw me in a little closer.
I close my eyes and all I see is the red coat and I know I have got to kiss those juicy lips. I do and it’s instant magic; we lock tongues and I hear you let out a faint gasp yet loud enough to make my throb pound harder.
You grab my neck and pull me in closer pushing your hips into mine while I kiss you right back cupping your butt like my life depended on it.
We touch each other in places where the sun doesn’t shine and eventually I peel off the red coat.
…the red coat comes off and I take a moment to take in the exhilarating view of your sexy body. your eyes, your lips and your breasts. Your breathing is getting heavier now and I can clearly make out the peak through your blouse then it hits me…
The red coat is off and I come to my senses. This is the first time we are officially meeting after our first chance encounter and we already kissed and oh shit….. we never made it into the house and your neighbors are looking at us in shock.
Damn you red coat……..