Silver

The dinner was over; Rebecca looked at him across the table, sipping the last of her red wine. At the end of their last date she had told him that she wanted him to show her the intimacy, the closeness and the feel of their bodies together that he had talked about and they both knew that moment was about to occur.

Stephen stood up and walked round the small table to her, and she held out her hand to him that he accepted with a warm and sensitive touch. She picked up her larger than usual purse and then he led her to his bedroom, the only room in his home she had not been in yet.

He stopped at the door, knowing this was uncharted territory for them and the final piece to their puzzle of love and potential future together.

"I need to freshen up." He said after their lips had met, softly and delicately in the doorway.

"That's good, I need a few minutes to slip into something more comfortable" She replied, his eyes noticing her left hand, the one that held her purse, tightened in anticipation.

When he left the bathroom, in just his soft cotton boxers that were always fit a little snug on him, the door to the bedroom was closed. He gave a soft little rap had made sure to give her plenty of time and she answered at once asking him to come in.

He opened the door slowly; she stood there halfway between the door and a large mirror that hung one the wall. She wore a silver colored silk robe, short yet modest he moved to her and she leaned forward slightly yearning to feel his lips against hers again but he stopped short placing his finger gently to her lips then reached then gently turned her around facing the mirror.

"So you like my slinky outfit then?"

"It is all a dream, I love the feel of you, the soft satin with the warm flash beneath"

"I like the way it feels on my skin too."

Rebecca gave a little soft, startled cry but soon she they stood there with his arms around her, holding her close she felt his body and the stirrings of his manhood against her and she relaxed completely. The warmth of Stephen's arms around, one of his forearms across her breasts and his other squeezing her fleshy stomach. There had been a time when she greatly worried about what he would think of her naked, distinctly middle-aged body, on their first few dates she had worn shape wear to hide the embarrassment of her middle age but now she felt safe, he will not care and she knew this was a fact.

He looked at Rebecca in the mirror but he also looked at himself looking at her and all at once he admired her, the light was perfect and her face glowed with beauty with only the lightest touches of makeup, all that was required for her loveliness. He looked at her flowing hair like a waterfall of soft red water, flowing gently down her smooth, silk covered shoulders. He looked at her body, the shape of her curves although covered were still obvious and the legs he could see were simply perfection.

Just for moment he wondered how this was possible, how he, yes he, could be here, in the moment, with such a beautiful woman, long ago he though his chance had come on gone to find happiness.

He looked deep into her eyes, her entrancing green eyes so alluring he saw her affection, her love blossoming right then and there as he slowly brought his hand to her shoulder and gently swept her hair clear of her neck. He had to almost wretch his eyes away from her as he moved his head down and his lips to the soft skin.

As they touched her neck; the rest of his face was buried deep in her luxurious hair. He felt like he was almost swimming in it and the sweeping waves along with the warmth of her skin seemed to emanate thru the rest of his body and swelled his growing member even more.

Breathlessly she panted his name gently, as his kisses continued, moving round from the back of her neck more to the front and eventually her cheek. She felt him pressed close against her and further stirrings down below gave her whole being a sense of intense intimacy she hadn't felt in such a long time. This man, she thought, was different, she knew he would never break her heart like the previous one did, he was kind, was gentle and he loved her.

He backed off slightly and a flash of disappointment was evident in her eyes but quickly his had moved to the shoulders of her silk robe that he lifted and brushed back revealing her skin. Her arms moved to the tie but she new this wasn't quite the time and just held them there to stop the garment from opening too quickly.

His moist lips kissed her shoulders, his cheeks brushing her warm skin again, he switched to the other, and this was the side where most of the waterfall ended in a pool. Almost breathing in her hair he, once again, buried his face deep into it, nuzzling through it to the skin below but loving every second of the glorious hunt. When he reached his goal there were a few stray hairs attached to the wetness of his lips that he felt every time they made contact with her.

As he continued his hands slowly and delicately moved to her hips, he felt the silky robe and they continued up to where her hands we still protecting the tie. There hands met, and moved so that his replaced hers and they fell to her sides enraptured by the moment.

The tie loosened and soon fell away and the material waited, almost as if hanging there until his gazed shifted to her in the mirror, before following suit. Of course the freed shoulders and the fact he had strategically moved his body slightly away meant the garment fell to the floor where it ultimately lay until the morning.

Underneath the robe was a matching silk, silver chemise hugging her curves in all the right places, a band of similarly colored fabric above her midriff accentuating her large natural breasts with triangles of delicate material hemming them in place but erotically exposing some delicious flesh on each side. The lower section flowed elegantly down to mid-thigh and she felt him as he pressed his body tighter as he got more and more aroused as she was further exposed.

A moments pause then his hands on her hips again, she could she him looking at her in the mirror and she reached back brushing his hair urging him to place his lips once more on her body, anywhere on her body.

Slowly his hands moved up the silk, causing it to ruck in places, its lower hem line raising seductively with a glimpse of hidden treasure beneath until they reach the band and on to her chest cupping her large breasts that amply filled his hands. Now he chose to glance down over her shoulder and his hands caressed her warm handfuls of soft, natural woman and he looked back up to her face as he smiled seductively, her a face already a picture of pleasure.

Her chest heaved and her nipples hardened in the palms of his large hands even trapped behind the thin layer of silk he felt them. "I adore you Rebecca", he whispered into her ear. Then he turned her quickly and she fell into his arms and felt his lips caress hers as their tongues touched, sexually charged and each begging for more as they continued to kiss and her knees started to feel weak.

Behind her she felt the touch of him on her buttocks, again the silken material a barrier but this time, after he felt her, glossy from the chemise he moved them down, under, skin, on skin, still kissing but somehow still breathing effortlessly.

When they finally broke their lock they both panted in an animalistic fashion both their bodies heaving, so close, his hands on her full figured rump and hers clasped around his neck. "My body adores this, that is for sure my love", she managed to say quickly before she moved forward to kiss him again wanting to almost devour him so this feeling would never truly be gone.

Once the powerful thoughts had finished running rampant in her mind she felt almost weightless somehow she was on the bed sinking into his cozy bedding. Moments later he was on top of her again like an answer to a prayer she didn't have but he knew she wanted, he was kissing her. Her mouth, her cheeks, her forehead before moving down, neck, shoulders, breasts.

Warm breath, lips and tongue probing her, she hadn't even had time to move her hands from her sides but now she did, up to hers shoulders each one sliding down the straps and somehow she was able to wriggle her arms free of them so with a simple, single movement her breasts could be exposed.

Sensing this he maneuvered his body upwards allowing her to pull down the chemise over her breasts and he saw them for the first time. Again she felt him get harder, pressing into her inner thigh and raising her expectations of his size higher.

"You want me so bad don't you", moaning softly to him.

"With every fiber of my being", his reply was firm and she knew me meant it as her breasts seemed to heave in perfect synchronization with his breathing and an instant later his face was buried deep within them, kissing and licking every inch as her hands grasped his shoulders, her back arched and her body tensed as he savored.

By this time her nipples were fully erect and she longed for the feel of him on them but he teased her a little, a quick kiss before continuing where he had left off until finally she felt his lips wrapped around them sucking gently on the left before switching to the right causing her to slide her hands underneath him and press them together so he was able to get both in his mouth at the same time, tongue flicking back and forth on each.

Below the rest of her chemise she felt her own urges growing, it was almost like his mouth was down there already, the warmth and moistness of him on her nipples mirrored down deep inside her causing her to moan with pleasure.

As he continued with her breasts she felt his hand slide down her stomach and a then a coolness of the air, she knew the chemise had been pulled back and she was there, his to explore and his to treasure. The coolness ended and was replaced by his warm fingers brushing her freshly shaven skin, down, down ever so slowly until. She held her breath; time seemed to stop again and before she was aware of herself, his lips were once more pressed against hers for what seemed like hours.

"As I touch you, I want to feel your pleasure in your kiss, that will tell me what you like", their lips had parted ever so slightly being held by what seemed like a magnetic force.

"Okay", she had barely got the word out before they were back together, tongues touching and he began by tracing his finger around the outside of her outer lips, so tenderly, round and round a few times before heading inwards. The passion in her kiss intensified has his finger continued to probe, the rest of his hand against her skin she felt held by him, safe with him.

Deeper inside, the inner lips left like they were quivering as the very tip of his finger touched them, he delved a little deep and he was fully inside her now, her wetness growing she knew he felt it. Finger now slick with her sweetness he focused on her clitoris and she gave a shudder as a wave of pleasure filled her body and she pushed her mouth deeper into his.

Round and round, flicking carefully across, she had no idea how she was actually guiding him or if she even was. Which ever it was he knew the perfect time to slide his digit inside once again before returning making sure it didn't dry and got too sensitive.

Wave upon wave coursed through her, she felt the orgasm building and she knew she would cum for him it was just a matter of time. Then it happened, the release, the ecstasy all conveyed through their lips instead of just hers.

His mouth released her and she moaned hard, her body felt like it was writhing on the bed, her eyes closed, struggling a little for breath until the waves dissipated.

Now she felt him, kissing her neck and shoulders, down, nipples, down, stomach, down. As his lips reach the material of the chemise that still bunched at her waist she gave a little sigh but then, she felt them again and this time she took in a deep breath as she felt them against her and feeling the tongue tracing the same trail as his finger once did.

Deep inside her his lips firmly surrounding for support the full length of his tongue delved in, so deep, he tasted her sweetness. One touch of tongue and clitoris as enough to make her orgasm again, in truth just the closeness of his mouth might have been enough then more, as his lips embraced her, gently sucking, licking, blowing she came again, then again until her body was almost spasming with delight.

He continued, adding his finger to her vagina as his tongue flicked and licked her mound she was in complete ecstasy, yelling his name each time the orgasms hit until it was too much and she reach down and tried to cover herself instinctively but he knew and held her hand in his as her body convulsed he stopped until she was calm, then leaned forward and blew on her and she gave one final intense orgasm and fell limp on the bed in fits of pleasure she had never know, even by her own hand.