Mid afternoon in London during the month of October is a special time. The sun sets earlier, the clouds drop a little lower, and the drizzle paints the city in a reflective sheen.
The tourists are long gone... this creates a bit more breathing room for those who enjoy the city in its truest form.
Shelley, just a few blocks from Hyde Park you will find the intersection of Porchester Terrace and Fulton Mews. A tiny alcove of private dwellings and townhouses that create an oasis of sorts for those that desire a bit more comfort than you can get from one of the better hotels.
Our townhouse is a two story affair with a small footpath to the street and a garden in the back. Space is at a premium in this part of town and our nearest neighbors are only a few feet away. Matter of fact, if we were to look immediately out our elegantly appointed living room we could see the façade of the house directly across the Mews.
It's been a lazy day of sorts. We enjoyed a late breakfast and a walk in the park. But it's a special day too... dinner arrangements have been made and I am taking you out for a formal night out on the town!
I open a bottle of French white wine and pour you a glass. The clock says 4 PM... we have hours to kill before our cab arrives... and I'm not waiting for dinner to begin enjoying the rest of this day...
I walk from the wine cellar to the kitchen and find you looking at your phone... I sent you a text message when I was downstairs requesting that we meet in the living room. I stay quite as I watch you read the message. You giggle and start towards the hallway... I follow you from behind.
I watch as you enter the living room... I've lit several candles and started a fire and I notice that the soft yellow light from the flames instantly changes our mood... you stop to admire what I've done and I come up behind you.
"Here's your wine, Shelley..." I say.
"Thank you", you reply.
Our eyes lock as you take a sip. You see Shelley, what you don't know is that you are standing there draped only in a towel. You were in the shower when I texted you and my instructions were to simply join me downstairs as soon as you could.
And you did.
I take your glass and enjoy a sip.
I'm admiring what I see before me. The room is dark except for the firelight and remnants of the day's gray sun. Your towel is absorbing every color of light and you become the center of the room. I hand you back your glass and you enjoy a long draught. As you do, I step behind you, gently move your blondehair to the side and trace a line from behind your ear all the way down to your shoulder...
You stop drinking.
I hear a soft moan.
Closer you nuzzle into me, Shelley. And you instantly notice that I'm growing hard. The thin fabric of my pants does little to hide my excitement.
I move to your other shoulder stopping to smell your hair before I do. I whisper, "Shelley, put your hand on top of mine..." in your ear. Without a word, I feel your palm on top of my hand and our fingers soon entwine...
I flatten my tongue against your skin and I French Kiss the corner of your neck. As I do, I take our joined hands and slide them from your waist, along your side, up to the bottom of your large breast. I peek... even though your towel is thick I spy your nipple making itself known...
I suspend my palm over the tip of your covered nipple. The little circles I make cause you to swell even more. Harder you press your ass into me...
Shelley, in one motion, I move my other arm below your other breast and I cup both of them at the same time. Squeezing gently as I do. My fingers search for your nipples and they are found. Tiny, delicate pinches complete the erection of both...
Your arms are not idle... within seconds one is untying the knot of your towel and the other is arched over my head. You're facing the fire and I look down... a most magnificent view of your body is presented before me...
You pull my face to yours and we kiss... a full kiss... a kiss that telegraphs that we will make love within moments. This is a passion filled kiss with strong undertones of lust...
I press my stiff cock into the cleavage of your ass as I whisper, "Shelley, there's a table against the window with our name on it..."
You bend at the waist, just slightly, and press your bare ass against the bulge of my pants... wiggling as you do. I'm watching... making out the features of your naked backside.
I'm enjoying your show, Shelley, and before I become too entranced you turn your head and share a smile with me.
We separate... just barely... just enough for you to turn and face me in the dimming light.
"Hello, Trey..." I see you utter with lips moist from kissing.
"Darling..." I reply. I wait for a response.
My patience is rewarded, "Yes, Babe?"
"Undress me, Gorgeous..."
Your smile grows into a grin. I'm blocking the firelight so what I see before me is just the outline of you against the gray pale of the large bay window.
I close my eyes... I want to take in every touch...
Your very delicate hands begin with my collar. The stiffness of the starch offers little resistance to the nimbleness of your fingers... One button, two, three... You stop. My own nipples rise in the anticipation of your next move... And yes, Shelley, you flatten your palms against each of my chest muscles.
I feel the heat and moisture of your breath against my skin.
Your hands explore every inch of my upper torso. Oh... Shelley... I feel your lips touch me. You are kissing my neck, which is arched back, my mouth open, my breathing becoming shallower. You kiss down my chest, pausing at each nipple... you suck it into your mouth and flick it with your tongue. You continue kissing down to my stomach and around my belly button.
With your lips still on my body, I feel you pulling my shirt tail out of my tuck. You tease me as your nails drag their way from my belt line to my groin. Up again your hands go... faintly tracing the outline of my muscles, sensually scoring my side... I moan for the first time.
Your hands continue back down my stomach, and I feel them it slide under the waistband of my pants. The sound every man loves, that of a belt being undone by a beautiful woman, completes my erection.
My belt undone, the zipper is next... Again, your deft hands complete this task and I strain to feel a touch from your fingers.
My pants drop to the floor. I am not wearing any underwear. I am before you with a hard cock, tip already wet from your encouragement.
I catch you looking at my member.
I step out of my pants... so easy to do when properly motivated...
I flex my arms and my shirt joins my pants on the floor...
"Come here, Beautiful." I state.
Your cheeks rise with another smile. You step towards me and as my cock smashes against your tummy, our lips lock and arms wrap. Your body is a perfect fit, Shelley. I kiss you... rocking from side to side... tongue exploring... arms tracing... legs flexing... sex searching...
I notice your scent. I take a very deep breath through my nose. You smell heavenly and now all five of my senses are in tune to this moment.
I bend over and with one fluid motion, pick you up in my arms. I pause... this pose requires a kiss from the woman I have suspended in the living room. We kiss... we kiss gently, Shelley... I move to the table.
The table.
The table is found exactly in front of our large bay window. It is a 300 year old masterpiece of old world wood craftsmanship. Sturdy and formidable, I covered it with a plush lamb's wool throw. Two inches thick and expertly teased, it makes the perfect perch for a willing lover...
Softly you are lowered. The very pale gray light bathes your body in a most erotic fashion. You stare at me as you raise your arms above your head and prudently flex one leg... Your nipples are begging for attention and your neatly trimmed pussy offers just a hint that you are growing wet...
I look down on you and touch your face. I bend over for a kiss and I run my hands completely through your hair. You keep your arms raised... you present me with your body.
I release your lips, Shelley, and tour your entire body with my lips. I kiss your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your hands, your fingers...
I kiss your elbows, your sides, your hips, your thighs, your calves, your ankles...
I raise your knees and slightly spread your legs.
"Look at me, Babe..." I ask.
You raise your head and our eyes meet.
I open my mouth and touch your inner thigh with just the tip of my tongue.
"Watch me, Babe..." I quickly utter then return to your leg.
