Our kiss intensifies as my tongue caresses over yours. My hands trace over clothes from the nape of your neck over the gentle curve of your side to your buttock. One hand squeezes it while the other forages further south down the length of your thigh.
I break the kiss so we can get some air, but capture your bottom lip between my teeth. My hand traces back up your thigh. My fingers slip underneath the hem of your skirt.
LOL of course its fair. The Universal Committee of fairplay has decreed me tickling you shall always be fair. Of course the committee's membership consists of only me so far, but unrelatedly all its rulings have always been remarkably unanimous so far.
I tickle you more while tucking my arms to trap your hands underneath them.
Well you can always submit an appeal, and the Committee shall review the decision in a fair and impartial manner. I can assure you of that, but the committee has never repealed such an important a ruling yet.
I redouble my tickling until your diversionary tactic works.
My hands cup your face and pull them in for another series of affectionate kisses.
What should we do now? Didn't you say something about breaking this treehouse in tonight?
I laugh as we walk into the bedroom the moonlight bathing the room in soft light. Walking to stand right in front of you and reaching fingertips to tug gently at your shirt.
I feel your nips and kisses trailing behind the shirt as I pull it up and off of me. When you reach my face I surprise you with a preemptive kiss. I throw my shirt negligently to the corner of the room.