It was a cold clear Friday night. They had been out to a play as part of their Christmas celebration. The Nutcracker was a delight, one of those things that you always see scenes from, but never see the entire ballet performed. She had snuggled on his shoulder the entire evening, his arm wrapped around her. He could still feel the impression the armrest made in his side.
It was not too late, and they stopped to buy some coffee from a small coffee shop that was in the process of closing for the evening. Laughing together and talking about the ballet they wandered back on the sidewalk.
While they were downtown, he wanted to stop by his office and pick up some work for the weekend. As they walked from the theater to his office, a few flakes started to float down, caught by the wind, they swirled around the street lights, creating little patches of light. They would stop at the crosswalks, look at the nearly empty streets and hurry across against the lights.
They huddled together as they walked, shivering, his arm around her, feeling her body vaguely through her heavy coat. Each of them lost in their own thoughts. He found himself reflecting on the past, and their future. Their last child would leave for college next fall, and already their lives were refocusing on each other. He thought about it, and decided he like the feeling: he enjoyed focusing on her and on them. So much of the connection between them had been lost somehow over the last 20 years in the scurry of raising the kids, and in both their career ambitions. He remembered the spontaneity of their early relationship, hoping they could rekindle it somehow.
Opening the door to his office building for her, he greeted the guard by name as they unbuttoned their coats, brushing the snow from each other’s shoulders. He turned to her and asked if she wanted to come up, or wait in the lobby. She smiled, not wanting the magic of the night to end, and said she would join him.
As they rode the elevator to the 25th floor he studied their reflections in the polished elevator door. A mid-40s couple in their open coats stared back at him in the distorted pattern of the polished metal. He thought about how stunning she looked in her evening gown, black and sparkling, low enough in front to give a hint of cleavage, and low in back as well baring her sensual back. It was long, slinky and fit perfectly. Revealing enough to turn male, and some female, heads but not so revealing that it started tongues wagging. She had enough weight on her small frame to make sensual curves in her dress. If she stood on her tiptoes she could just kiss the tip of his chin.
It wasn’t so much her appearance that turned the heads (although it certainly turned his), there was a sensuality about her that men found hard to resist. He still felt it, even after all the years they had spent together. Men were always flirting with her, and she flirted back, to a point. In their younger days the flirting bothered him, but over the years he had learned that she was not interested in any man but him. Once he figured that out, he enjoyed watching it, and the envious glances he got when the other men got nowhere with her, and he left with her on his arm.
The elevator doors opened, and he reached out to hold them for her. He slipped off his coat, and helped with hers, holding them both over his arm, damp now with melted snow. As they stepped up to the door, and he slid the key into the lock he felt her hand on his back. He turned to her, and kissed her softly, feeling her moist lips against his, the soft scent of her perfume in the air created an electric atmosphere. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he turned the key and opened the door.
The area was quiet and dimly lit as they walked down the corridor to his office. They went into his office it was mostly dark, lit only by the downtown lights from the floor to ceiling window along one wall. He said it would take a few minutes for him to gather things up. He tossed their coats in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
As he went to turn on the light, her hand covered his, preventing him from flipping the switch. He smiled and gave her a quick kiss, lips briefly brushing. He turned to his desk to gather his papers. After about 5 minutes he had them together and looked up.
He saw her standing in front of the office window, her face lit by the lights below, eyes shining. The soft lights brought out the details in her face, her cheekbones, and her blue eyes. He could see the blonde highlights in her hair, mixing with the gray she struggled to conceal. With the shadows accentuating the soft swell of her breasts and the warm look of desire in her smile, he knew this was an image of her he would carry in his mind forever. He moved up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. She leaned back against him, her hands covering his on her belly and together they looked at the lights of the city below them.
After a few minutes of staring at the lights of the city below, he nuzzled her ear. His warm breath gently filled it, as he took the tip of her ear lobe in his mouth, tugging a little at the diamond stud earrings she had worn this evening. He heard a gentle sigh, and then a low moan escape from her lips, and felt her hands tighten a little on top of his.
His mouth slipped lower to the side of her neck. His tongue sliding over the smooth skin, the scent of her perfume filling his nostrils, as the bitter taste filled his mouth. Gently sucking and licking his mouth and tongue slid over her neck. He moved across the nape to the other side. As he gently kissed the back of her neck, he felt her move his hands to cover her breasts, forcing his hands to fondle her.
Her breasts felt full in his hands. He felt their warmth though the dress, as he suspected, she had gone braless. As he nuzzled and licked her neck, and his hands fondled her breasts he felt her press back against his stiffening cock. Her hands slipped from his and she leaned against the window. She felt the cold glass under her palms. He felt his cock slide against the cleft between her cheeks through the dress. Moaning against her neck, his fingertips found her nipples and teased them through her dress: sliding over them, then gently pinching and rolling them as they stiffened.
Reluctantly his hands slipped away from her breasts, and excitedly fumbled with the clasp at the neck of her dress. As she slid the dress down her arms and let it fall to her waist, his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing the warm mounds. Allowing the long, hard nipples to poke between his fingers, then pressing his fingers together to pinch them. He felt her press her ass back into him, and a little moan slip from her mouth. He grinned at her obvious pleasure. He squeezed the buds almost tenderly at first, and then harder, his fingers pushing into the soft skin of her breasts, and her hard nipples along the sides of his fingers.
Their breath was becoming ragged, and coming in short gasps as their passion rose. She moved her hips forward and reached behind her. He felt her fingers slide along his hard cock, stroking it through his trousers. Her fingers teasing him as he had teased her nipples. Her fingers found his zipper, and he felt it slide down, and her hand eagerly snake inside, finding the slit in his boxers, and wrap around his cock and pull it through the opening.
