Foreplay

If you're kinky, what counts as foreplay? And what counts as the main event?

Sometimes, there isn’t time to become our other selves, and today is one of those times. The door to the apartment closes behind us and I show him immediately into the bedroom, where he bends me over, to investigate the panties I’m wearing under the new white shorts and crop top he purchased for me but which he has never seen me wear. The view from the window is unexpectedly spectacular — I’m looking down across the rooftops of the Regency city, and it is warm, which is rare for this time of year, so the window is open and the apartment smells of springtime. I’m still looking at the view as he moves behind me and gently directs me downwards, so I’m kneeling on the bed, first on all fours but then, as he continues to position me, with my face pressed against the counterpane. I can’t see out of the window any more, but it no longer holds any interest for me, because I can hear him unzipping his trousers.