Bend That Gender

'Marilyn' whispered her name and she slowly turned, a wide smile spreading across her face. His eyes couldn't resist glancing down at the cleavage between her breasts offered by the unbuttoned top of her dress. Shannon quickly stepped into his embrace, pressing their bodies together as her lips touched his.

"Whoa! You're one hot number tonight." Marilyn leaned back to gaze into Shannon's sparkling blue eyes. "If you're going to keep this up we'd better get out of here right now." Shannon's red lips glistened, her tongue sliding along the lower lip as she listened.

"I wouldn't mind that at all."

"Let me grab a quick drink and then we can return to the scene of the crime." Marilyn held Shannon's arm as he directed her toward the bar, the back of his hand pressing into the side of her breast.

It was less than half an hour later when they arrived at Shannon's apartment. This time Marilyn suggested they have a drink in the living room before retiring. He'd told a couple of women before about his fetish, without much success if truth be told. This was the first time, however, where the woman in mind so captured his imagination. He wanted to say things just right.

They sat next to one another on the sofa and it was clear the sexual charge between them was so powerful it took every bit of their combined willpower to keep their hands off one another. Then Shannon put her empty glass on the table and leaned toward Marilyn, resting her head on her lover's shoulder. They'd been making small talk until now and there'd been no simple way to lead the conversation in the direction he hoped to take. Perhaps a little sexual play would ease the way he mused as he lifted his arm and slid it around Shannon's shoulders. Her face lifted and a moment later their lips met, softly caressing one another as their tongues slid forward to deepen the kiss.

Her heart had been pounding from the moment she stepped out of her shower earlier that evening.