"You should know up front- I'm a one on one kind of woman. I don't like sharing."
Eve and I had been friends for ages, but had only just met. The internet is a wonderful thing. After three years, work related travel finally had brought me to her fine city. She had driven out to my airport hotel, for drinks to start. Dinner to follow if we clicked in person. After dinner was left undefined. One step at a time.
In three years of online chat, we had shared all of this, and more. I knew Eve was a divorced mother of three grown girls, who had refused to stay with her alcoholic abusive husband until the nest was empty, even though he was a good provider. Eve had boldly moved out. No doormat. She had acquired a university degree of her own as her kids grew. The dollars scrimped from her household budget set her up nicely in her own place.
Over drinks, she fleshed out the instant messages we had exchanged about her few and scattered early post marriage sex 'adventures'.
"Hubby wasn't my first lover, but was the one I thought was forever. Being touched by near strangers was so foreign to me. I tried a few one night stands, but couldn't enjoy them."
"Did you consider the lesbian route?" I was teasing. Her emails had been clear on this.
"I love cocks too much. But more than that, I just love being with a man. I love the whole manly thing. His scent, his shape, the strength of his muscles. And how a man acts when we go out. A real man. A gentleman without being fake. That's why I finally settled - I though t- on a Muslim man. He had that old-fashioned grace. He appreciated a woman, without dominating her. Except in the bedroom. He taught me about Doms and subs."
"So how come you aren't with him?"
"Family was all important to him. His parents would never accept me as a non-Muslim and he'd never marry without their blessing. Plus, my life is here. His is in his homeland with his family."
Which is why Eve would never be my lover, she had repeatedly said. No long distance relationships. Which was too bad, because drinks had flowed effortlessly into dinner. I loved watching how she tore through a filet without shyness. Just watching her teeth tearing the flesh made blood surge to my cock. My manhood twitched when her tongue darted out to lick gravy off her lush lips. We both loved great food, and shared a passion for wines. So much so that by the time the brandy appeared, Eve was just drunk enough to know she shouldn't drive anywhere.
"But why do you want me?" She startled me with her question. "I'm not some tight little blond hard body like Lit authors always fantasize about. Sure my boobs are big, but they sag a bit, like a woman's do in real life. And my waistline..."
"Leads down to a fantastic pear shaped bottom I want to spank, before I fuck your soggy cunt." Eve had hinted in several conversations that blunt talk of sex really turned her on.
By this time, dessert had arrived. Eve showed no shyness here, teasing me by rolling bits of cheesecake out onto the tip of her tongue. "Too bad the cherries are in sauce - I could show you my trick with the stem."
"Shall I order more brandy into the room?"
"Perhaps champagne instead? But, before you do, let's be clear. I love your company, and you are very generous buying dinner. But that doesn't buy you sex. I need a place to sleep, and admit the idea of a nice toasty bed warmer has appeal. But I make no promises of sex."
I paid the bill, ordered the room service, and led her quietly to the elevators. Despite her protests, Eve gently eased her head onto my shoulder as we walked, sighing contently. She allowed my hand to rest lightly on her hip. As we stepped into the otherwise empty lift, I gave her a friendly squeeze on the butt.
Eve responded not with a protest, but with passion. As soon as the doors closed, she spun out of my grasp, pressed me against the wall and took my face in her hands. She kissed me with her mouth open, her tongue searching for mine. It was quite a first kiss, since the light peck on the cheek before dinner didn't count.
I felt her ample tits crushed against my chest. I thought at the same time how great her lips tasted and how I wanted to see her take off the burgundy bra she had whispered about during dinner. Eve had told me she chose it because the lace rubbed her nipples and made them hard. "It's nice not needing padding." I thought she was just teasing. Now, I thought, we seemed headed for more.
Inside my room, she acted nothing like what I expected. Her shyness was gone, there was no hesitation. She did not act like a submissive when she twirled me briskly into the upholstered chair in the corner of the room. In the dim lights of the single lamp, I watched in awe as she spun, teasing me by disrobing slowly.
Her dress was a simple wraparound affair. She toyed with the knot at her waist. "Shall I undo this, or do you wish to?" she asked.
Answering her own question, she danced closer. I eased the knot loose with my teeth. Eve spun away, the tie tearing open as she crossed the room. She ended with her back to me, legs spread wide. The glow emphasized her curves silhouetted behind the loose fabric. Half turning towards me, Eve raised a foot onto the corner of the bed, slowly untying the intricate knot in the velvet lacing around her ankle which held her high heel in place. The angle of her leg drew my eye to the graceful length of her calves, her slender ankle.
Finally, she kicked the first shoe off. She stumbled a bit as she turned towards me, giggling, revealing the effects of the alcohol. 'God, let room service be slow.' I thought.
I saw Eve's lush body, the dress hanging around her like a cloak. The burgundy bra was spectacular, lifting her tits into a dazzling cleavage. She wore matching bikini panties through which I saw a hint of her reddish bush. Her stockings were held up by garters.
'This may take a while, if she undoes the garters one by one.'
Eve lifted her other shoe into my lap. "I'm kind of lopsided here. Please help me hon."
My fingers fumbled with the unfamiliar velvet lacing, but Eve seemed not to mind, since my hands ended up caressing her ankle, lower calf and heel in the process. She sighed deeply, almost a moan. I noticed for the first time that her scent had changed from the sweet perfume worn at dinner. Something more real, basic and animal was mixed in now. I sniffed, intentionally theatrically. My tongue flicked teasingly at Eve's strong inner thigh. She spun away, her dress flowing over my head.
As Eve swung around again, she tossed the bra onto the bed. My view of her tits was obscured though, her hands guarding them. I noticed however that her fingers were toying with her nipples.
"I like how sensitive my nipples are," Eve said. "It's like there's a direct link from my nipples to my pussy."
"Call it a 'cunt'."
"Yes. There is a direct link to my cunt."
"Do you like having your tits fondled?"
"Yes. The softest touch, or squeezed or licked or sucked or..."
