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I’d met her once before. Kara had wavy black shoulder-length hair then. It was a costume party. She was dressed in purple-darkness gypsywear that concealed everything but a very pretty face. We spent some time together before parting for the evening. I remember while walking away from her the feeling of wanting to extend an invitation to continue our connection, but aware at the time of how inappropriate that would have been given the circumstances. I said to myself that there would be another time.

I didn’t recognize her at first. Kara was a blonde now with a curve-hugging short black dress and long strong legs that ended just beneath a toned round ass that swept up the small of her back to a hourglass waist. We were at the same intimate party of friends. When our eyes met, she smiled and reminded me of where we’d met before. It was hot meeting a completely different Kara. We talked and once again, I grounded myself in the face of her beauty. I set a strong intention to look past her erotic physical, past her lovely voice to see Her: the being within the sexy form. It’s difficult to describe; a tiny shift in state of mind, in the way the moment feels.

We all quieted down for helloes from the hosts, then when conversation resumed I turned smoothly in place to find Kara’s eyes waiting for me. I stepped forward in kissing distance and said with a voice mixed with equal parts warmth and desire, “I want the first slot on your dance card tonight.” She smiled and we found a cozy spot on the floor next to the wall. We made small talk about exciting adventures and all I remember next was our long legs entwining, the warmth of her sex against my thigh, and arms snaked around each other wherever they could find a place to touch. And then our kiss. Most call it making out. No. It was a kiss that never wanted to stop. I made the intention to feel and be one with the mouth and the being that drove it; that swirled her tongue down deep in slow spirals with mine.

She asked me if she could touch my ass. I enjoyed the unique moment. I’d never been asked that by a woman before. I’d sometimes have to ask her, but women have always decided to let their hands move as they want. I said she could explore me however she wanted before returning to our kiss. I heard her little moan from feeling my ass and our continued deep kiss. I remember caressing the  amazing small of her back and the crest of her ass with its tight cleft right at the top. We paused and I remember asking if she wanted to find a room. Kara said yes and off we went. I asked the hosts if we could indulge in each other there and they said yes. I took off my shirt and put it over the small lamp lit in the corner of the room. The lighting was set and we both traded trips to the bathroom to wash hands and freshen up.
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