"I want you..." Mark whispered. Kate could feel her heart bursting from her chest. Her malfunctioning brain desperately thought of an apt response, something, just something nice to say back.

"I know..." Kate blurted out. It was another one of those "What the fuck" moments for her, but her worry was only sustained for a few microseconds as it faded back into thoughts of beautiful Mark. Their lips locked. Kissing, slow at first, gingerly exploring the shape and contour of each other's face, marveling at nature's creation that is each other.

She could feel his hands daring to venture from the socially accepted waist region into the unknown of the female body. They started moving, sliding, rubbing; one moving up to her back, the other, naughtier one moving down towards her ass. Kate lusted, and wanted the warmth of his hands all over her, even inside her. Eventually, both hands were resting lightly on her curvaceous butt. In the heat of the moment, Mark suddenly grasped her ass tightly, feeling up the smoothness of her skin, the firmness of her flesh. It made Kate jump slightly, but also motivated her to return the gesture. She positioned her hands in front of him, one on his chest, feeling the manliness of it, one slowly making its way down south.