We're sitting opposite each on a hot summer evening. I'm admiring your white sun dress as we finish our dinner and how it wraps against your athletic toned body. You're telling  me about the plan for tomorrow but I'm only half listening. There's a cool breeze blowing in from the sea and your hard nipples are poking through the white light material. You catch me staring. So you throw a chip at me and laugh. 

We finish our meals and knock back our drinks. You go to the toilet while I pay the bill. I watch as you skip away from me, your dress bouncing up and down, flashing the bottom of your cheeks of your firm butt. You glance back over your shoulder and wink. I know you're feeling frisky. 

I'm waiting for you at the bar, leaning back with my arms spread out. You notice how tanned my strong arms look in the light of the bar. The memory of being wrapped in them crosses your mind. It gives you goose bumps and you bite your lip. Stepping towards me, you put your hands on my abdomen and stand on your toes to kiss me. 

Grinning, I stare into your beautiful green eyes and ask "What?". You raise your eyebrows and reply with "nothing". But I know that look. I chuckle before taking your hand in mine and lead you out of the restaurant. You start to get giddy at the thoughts of what's for dessert.

I wrap my arm around your waist. Every so often stealing a glance at you. We walk in a comfortable silence down the road to the apartment. Passing other people, politely smiling at them and returning their greetings. But as soon their behind us I give your bum a squeeze.

We reach the bottom of the stairs to our apartment overlooking the sea. It's a narrow stairwell so I let you go first. You know there's nothing chivalrous about this though. The opposite in fact. You know I just want to see up your dress as you climb the stairs.

Teasingly, you run up the stairs. Not wanting to give too much away yet. I find you waiting for me when I reach the top. Tapping your foot impatiently. I laugh at your angry pout. "Patience, sweetheart" and I kiss you as I fumble for the key in my pocket. My fumbling made all the more ineffective when you slip your hand inside the pocket of my tight shorts. "Let me help" you say with a grin. But it's not the key you're looking for. 

I gasp and instinctively look around as you grip my semi hard cock. You give it a few pumps before pulling out your hand and stepping back. You look down and admire the outline of my dick. Through my linen shorts you can make out the ridge of my swelling glans. You lick your lips, grasp my waist band and pull me towards the door. 

I slide the key into the lock, and with a twist and a click we burst through the door. Our lips already locked in a deep kiss. I break away, turning to close the door. Now you can easily see my prick straining against the material of my shorts. You think of all the places you want it to penetrate. In one swift motion I turn around, take hold of you, and push you against the wall of the hallway. 

You feel the cold, smooth concrete press against the exposed skin of your back and arms. Then you feel my warm body press against yours. The hard bulge in my shorts rubbing against your tummy. We kiss some more. Our tongues slipping into each other's mouths. Taking turns sucking and biting on each other's lips. Your arms are around my neck but mine are exploring your body. You can sense my desire by the way I pull, squeeze, and touch you. 

It's when you feel me pulling up your dress that you push me away and hold me at arms length.  You can't help but look down. You notice a small wet patch forming on the faded olive green of my shorts. It pleases you to know I'm dripping pre cum already. As much as you want to taste it you know the wait will be worth it. A look of confusion crosses my face. And that's when you tell me you want to watch the sun set.