I hold the kiss for a long time, exploring and tasting your moistness.  Erotic images of you and I flicker through my mind.   Half formed images that had flared during the dinner now stream through my mind.  I see you sprawled across my lap, moaning and crooning as I stroke you.  Then a second later, I see you kneeling before me, on this very balcony, taking my erect penis into your mouth.  My fingers clasping your head as I thrust, seeking the back of your throat.  This vision melts away to be replaced by one of you leaning over a bed somewhere, possibly the one in my room, while I caress your naked buttocks.  I tease you; play with you, dipping my fingers into your slit from behind then drawing them up and back to fondle your pouting anus.<br/><br/>These images are so real and vivid that my body can’t help but react to them.  I rub myself against you and sink my hands to your bottom, moulding your cheeks through the skirt, pressing you to me before I break the kiss.<br/>