It would start with a kiss. An unexpected, but enjoyable kiss. There would be a brief moment of silence after the separation, the faint taste of peppermint on your lips from her chap stick, and the air between you two would grow warm. Looking into her eyes, you would feel sensations you've never felt before in your life. Acceptance. Desire. Consent. That one kiss becomes another, and then another, before instinct takes over.
You'd kiss her cheek, her jaw, her neck, moving down to her shoulders, your hands blindly, but deftly, moving to unzip the back of her dress. You can feel her hands run through your hair, moving to your upper arms. She's looking down at you with a smile, and while you can't see it, you can feel her comforting gaze on you. The bra is trickier, but you manage, with some assistance. Down the shoulder, to the breastplate, to the breasts themselves, kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling.
Faint moans escape her, and she doesn't try to resist. Down her belly, down to her waist, pulling her panties off as you go, to get to between her legs. But you don't start there, no. You skip over it, moving to her thighs. You kiss them, moving up the muscle, getting so dangerously close to her lips... Only to exhale on them, and ignore them completely, kissing down the opposite thigh. Her hands tighten in your hair, her frustration builds. She leans against a wall for support. She wants to scream at you, but doesn't want to ruin the mood.
Your hands reach around the back of her legs, rubbing the inside of her thighs, never touching her pussy. Her blonde pubes tickle your nose, like soft down, every time you pass over it. Eventually, the need to be felt proves too much. She forces your head between her thighs, forces you to taste her. She's sweet, and warm, and as you tilt your head up you see desperation and longing in her eyes, her lower lip bit so hard it's close to bleeding.
Then the mods ban you because this is a blue board you pedophile sick fuck.