I called Alicia on Thursday night, as she had instructed. "Why don't you come over here tomorrow night?" she asked. I readily agreed, and promised to make dinner.
Alicia had on a loose cotton lounging outfit when she opened the door of her condo. Her thick red hair spilled over her shoulders. She had on a slightly musky scent, and I could see that she wore no bra underneath her top. "Come in," she said, leading me into an expensively furnished living room.
The walls were a pleasant ivory white, the carpet was bluish-gray. Alicia's furniture consisted of overstuffed couches and armchairs. A very nice stereo played some light classical, that sounded like Mozart. There was a sliding glass door which led to a balcony, and adjoining the living room was a smaller dining room. A very comfortable place, I thought.
Alicia had dimmed the lights a little, and although it was still light outside, the shadows were lengthening.
I had a bag of groceries in my arms. Alicia led me to the compact kitchen. I unloaded the bags, and she picked up the nice medium-dry blush I had chosen. "Good choice," she remarked.
"Thanks," I said. "Let me chill it, and I'll pour you some."
"Sure," she said. She left me alone in the kitchen, and went over to the couch. She reclined and closed her eyes, apparently listening to the music. I put the wine in the freezer to chill faster, and set about making dinner. I had some nice fresh salmon, rice, and a salad.
Ten minutes later, I had the oven preheating and the salmon laid out and seasoned. The rice was measured, and the salads were made and cooling in the refrigerator. I took the wine out, and poured two glasses, then went over to the couch.
Mozart was still on. "I like Mozart," I remarked. "I do, too," she replied. "Of all the classical composers, I find his music to be the most, ah, accessible."
"They say he wrote music for the people, not just the elite. His operas are great, too."
She seemed a bit nervous, ill at ease. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "It's just that I've never done much of this sort of thing. Men usually avoid me." She looked at me. "I don't know how to act around you, Phillip."
"Well, all I can say is that I've enjoyed our time together so far. I'm a little nervous, too, but I know that I like being with you. Let's just try to relax and have a nice evening."
She smiled a little. "Okay," she said.
"Now," I said, "you just relax for a while longer, while I finish making dinner."
For the next twenty minutes or so, I rattled pots and pans. I watched Alicia over the counter. After a while, she curled up on the couch, and closed her eyes again, concentrating on the music.
I must say that I really outdid myself on dinner. The salmon was cooked just right. The rice was tender, the salad fresh. The wine was a bit cooler by now, and perfect for the meal. I watched with some pride as Alicia--no false modesty for her--ate heartily of my cooking. We talked, we drank, we ate. She gradually loosened up some, and even gave me one of her best smiles.
After dinner, I served the coffee and dessert--strawberry shortcake. Alicia ate heartily. I was proud of my cooking and proud of her appetite.
I sent her to the couch while I loaded the dishwasher, and then I got out the bottle of cognac I had brought. I served more coffee and the cognac to her on the couch. She said, "God, Phillip, I could get used to this kind of treatment."
"All part of the plan," I said.
I dimmed the lights a little more, and we put on some Aaron Copland. "He's one of my favorite modern composers," I said. I sat down beside her on the couch, and asked, "How was dinner?"
Alicia looked down at me and said, "It was delicious. I don't usually eat that well, living alone. Most of the time I just put something in the microwave."
"I don't either," I said. "I live alone also. It's just not worth the trouble."
Alicia reached over and put her arm around me, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat of her big breasts. She bent down, and we kissed. It was a searching kiss: not hungry or sloppy. We touched our lips together, opened our mouths slowly, and let our tongues come together, tentatively at first, then with more desire.
I put my arms around her neck and moaned a little as my big woman consumed me with her lips and tongue. I gave myself up to the sensations; I felt a barrier inside of me crumble as Alicia crushed me to her.
She moaned slightly, breathing heavily, and then broke the kiss. She looked at me intently, a mixture of emotions passing across her face. I saw fear, and anger, and then, finally, I saw desire. Her lips were full and slightly swollen. Her eyes were shining and glazed. For a moment, she seemed to have turned inward; inspecting and reviewing the feelings coursing through her. She closed her mouth and swallowed, stood up, took my hand, and led me into her bedroom.
* * *
Alicia's bedroom was dark except for the lamp on the bedside table. Her bed was large, a king-size at least. She unbuttoned my shirt, a bit clumsily, but she got it done. She stripped it off me, and threw it on the floor. Then, she undid my belt buckle, unfastened my pants, and let them drop to the floor. She pushed me down on the bed, knelt and stripped off my shoes, socks, and pants.
I had on jockey shorts. Those were down in a flash, exposing my erect cock. Alicia took hold of it gently and examined it closely. She stroked it a few times, then stood up and hurriedly took off her own clothing, leaving it in a puddle on the floor. God, she looked magnificent nude! Alicia was not fat, but she was large. She had what I would call a voluptuous figure. She got up on the bed with me, took me in her arms, and I was suddenly immersed in mountains of sweet-smelling womanflesh. Her breasts were soft and fragrant, and I buried my face in them, kissing the hollow. Alicia grabbed my hair and pulled my face up to hers. She crushed her lips down on mine and I was overcome by the power and intensity of the kiss. Alicia and I were like two parched travelers, who, having finally found an oasis, were drinking deeply of the cool water.
Now, I was not a virgin, and neither was Alicia. I reached down between her thighs to find her pussy very, very wet. I stroked it gently, and Alicia pressed my hand deeper and moaned.
