I don't care where he is taking me. As long as I am with him, nothing matters. My surroundings vanish. I don't know where I am. I am lost in this kiss. The world has stopped. It is holding its breath, waiting for us to let go. I eventually find myself on my back. He pulls back and begins to unbutton his shirt. I decide to take in my surroundings. We are on the second floor of the warehouse. The room has a musty, old smell to it. The the floor boards are rotting with age. The windows let in a very faint light. I can barely see this room. It is old, very old. Yet, in this room, stands a queen size bed. It looks fairly new. It is clean. I wonder how it got here. As I lay on it, I feel the soft blanket tickle my arms, which are bare. I then realize we are both soaked to the bone. "We should hang our clothes to dry", I say seductively. He nods in agreement and I suck in my breath as I find him in only his underwear. Now that I am here, I am starting to get nervous, but I can't chicken out now. I have to go through with this. I need to do this. I stand up and he goes to remove my shirt, but I don't let him. I pull it over my head myself. I then turn my back to him so he can undo my bra. When I hear it hit the floor, I turn to him, and try once again to fight off the urge to cover my breasts. He smiles. I then remove my soaked paints. I then pull him to me for a kiss. I press myself to him, and enjoy the peaks of my breasts pressing into his bare skin. When we let go, he doesn't hesitate to slide his hands over them. I shiver with pleasure. He's touching me. I like it. He then pinches the center of each and I gasp with delight. I some how find the courage to remove his underwear. Once they are off, I can't help but stare at it. I want to look at his face, but I've never seen this before. I am in awe. I look at him hoping he understand that I want to touch it. He nods. I take my small hand and wrap it around him. He puts his hand on mine to guide me as to what to do. I figure it out quickly. He moans my name as I continue move my hand. He then stops me, and pulls me in for another kiss, and we fall onto the bed. The only thing left between us, is my own underwear. It's time. We both know it.