Silver

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This story is for adults only and contains content that is sexual in nature.

This is part 3 in the "Silver" series. I urge you to please read, or at least, peruse the pages of, "Silver Pt. 01 and 02" before reading the story below in order to get a better understanding of the characters. This story is fiction, but, it does contain versions of sexual experiences that I have shared with lovers throughout my life.

I very much welcome all of you to vote, comment, and leave suggestions with your thoughts on this story! Thanks to all for your votes and kind words on the two previous parts!

*** A very special thank you must go out to "WickedInside" for her editing skills and suggestions that made this story so much better! ***

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It was mid-morning and I found myself in my workshop, struggling to shoot some screws up through the bottom of a carpeted cat tower base that I had built the previous day. While on my knees, I grabbed the impact driver that was lying next to me on the floor, and from an awkward position, began to shoot a screw up into the post that would be the main support for the cat tower. As the impact driver began sinking the long screw into the post, I heard the phone ring out in the TV room. Of course, the phone always seems to ring when I am most unavailable, I thought to myself. It was on the third ring by the time I had the screw completely driven in. I raised up from the cement floor with a few creaks and cracks in my knees and raced for the phone.

"Hello," I said, answering the phone in heavy breaths.

"Michael?" the female voice asked.

"Marlene?" I asked, still breathing heavily.

"Hey Handsome, are you alright?"

"Hey Sweetheart, yes, I'm fine. I was just in the shop wrestling with a cat tower that I am building."

"Oh geez, it sounds like you're losing," Marlene said with a laugh.

"I was at first, but eventually made a comeback and screwed it good," I said with a double entendre.

"Oh, you better not be screwing anything except me," she said in a giggling, seductive voice.

"Are you at work?" I asked.

"Yep," Marlene simply stated.

"Are you on your break?"

"Yes, kind of, but not really." Marlene answered.

"Marlene, that doesn't make one bit of sense," I laughed.

"I'm in my office working, but I needed a little break from the monotony of the morning."

"Oh, you have your own office? What do you do there?" I asked in an inquisitive voice.

"Oh Michael, it doesn't matter right now, and I want to talk about you, not me."

"But Marlene, I just wanted..." I began, before being interrupted.

"Michael, I'm sitting here looking at your little cat tower page. Are you telling me that you made all of these beautiful cat towers yourself? Is that what all of those saws and tools are for?"

"Um, yes, all of those things that I showed to you the other night are what I use to make those towers."

"Oh Michael, please, I can't think of you using those big saws..." she said nervously, "They make me really nervous thinking of you with your hands near those blades."

"I've been doing this for a long time Sweetheart, but just to let you know, I'm much more careful around those machines since I can't see," I said in a reassuring voice.

"That doesn't make me feel any better, just to let you know," Marlene said in an uncomfortable tone. "So, Michael, these things are beautiful and the pictures of the cats on them are really cute! The leopard print one is gorgeous."

"You know, the funny thing about that one is that the pattern of the print matched up exactly with the trim around the edges. And believe me, that was a one in a million chance that it fell into place that way," I laughed.

"Do you like leopard print, Michael?"

"Yes, I love it. Leopards are beautiful cats, why?" I answered.

"Do you like leopard print on other things besides cats?" she asked in a low, sensual voice.

"Yeah, sure," I replied quickly.

"Hmm, I'll have to rememberr that," Marlene replied in her patented, sexy voice. "What other things do you like? What do you like on your women, Michael?"

"My women?" I asked, laughing hard into the phone.

"Yes, your women, and by women, I mean, me. What do you like as far as clothes, looks and that sort of thing?" she asked in her best soft, seductive voice.

"Marlene, are you by yourself in your office? Are you sure that no one else can hear you?"

"Yes silly, I'm all alone, sitting here thinking about you and maybe some other things that are attached to you."

"Oh geez, Marlene, don't get me started when I'm here, and you're in Philadelphia," I said with a hard on quickly growing in my jeans.

"C'mon Handsome, tell me what you like..." she said with an exaggerated moan.

"Oh god... Well, first of all, I like everything about you. I love your tits, nipples and areolas, and your beautiful ass. I love the way that you dress; your thongs and high heels of course. I love your tight spandex shorts and that little denim skirt that you wore the other night, which was the icing on the cake."

"Well thank you, Handsome," she said, "But, tell me what really turns you on. give me a list of things that you think are sexy."

"Well, I love lipstick; especially glossy lipstick. I think that dangling earings are incredibly sexy, and after thinking about them on you, I may need to take a cold shower after we hang up," I said.

"Oh is that right?" Marlene replied with a giggle. "Go on, what else?"

"Form-fitting clothes," I said next. "Shirts, dresses, jeans,and yes, tank tops!"

"Tank tops with a bra or without?" she asked again in that sensual voice of hers.

"Oh Marlene, I think that you already know the answer to that one! Your breasts are so beautiful and I think they are even more amazing when they aren't covered with a bra. You have the perfect body for that look," I said with a full fledged hard on, now straining uncomfortably in my jeans. "But don't get me wrong, I think that sexy bras are great too," I added. "I love perfume, revealing dresses, stockings, long, painted finger nails, and a sexy, playful, horny girlfriend too."

"Oh, am I your girlfriend, Michael?" Marlene asked.

"Um, well, if you want to be," I stammered, embarrassed at my forwardness.

"Hmm, we'll discuss that later," Marlene said, in a hesitant, seemingly unsure voice.

I couldn't understand why I had to say that. I was thinking that I had just ruined the whole conversation and once again, I would find myself left out in the cold. I didn't know what to say and the silence on the line was unbearable. I thought that the best thing to do now was just to say everything that instantly came to my mind. It couldn't do anymore damage than I had already done, I surmised.

"Marlene," I finally said, "Do you know what I really like the most? I like kindness; I like people who care; I like understanding, acceptance, and appreciation. I like helping, giving, and compassion towards humanity. I like talking to the elderly, children, and people of other cultures. I like the sound of ocean waves crashing into the shoreline. I like the sound of howling wind, driving rain, the distant whistle of a train, and a lonely piano. I like the magic of christmas, the smell of spring, the crisp Autumn air, the silence of a summer night and the first snow of the season. I like to be touched, held and hugged tightly. I like to be thought of just because. I like closeness and lying together in someone's arms, I like soft, full lips, soft kisses, soft skin, and soft hands stroking my face. I like vulnerability, honesty, and humility. I like passion, being seduced, teased, and having a lover that isn't afraid to take charge and tell me what she wants. And maybe the simplest of all... I like to be surprised and the thought that someone took the time and thoughtfulness to do so."

"Oh Sweetie, are you sure that you're a real person and I'm not just dreaming?" she asked, with a little bit of shakiness in her voice.

"No, you're not dreaming... It's just plain old me."

"I like just plain old you," Marlene said, sounding as if her eyes were welling up.

In the background, I heard a female voice say, "Mrs. Stanton, you have a call waiting on line 4."

"Thanks, Margie, I'll pick it up in a second," Marlene said to the woman, as she held the phone away from her mouth.

"Stanton is your last name, Marlene?" I asked.

"It won't be much longer," she replied back in a serious tone. "Hey Handsome, can you do dinner Friday night?"

"Yes, sure, that sounds nice," I replied with a smile, giving myself some comfort that I hadn't screwed things up with my "girlfriend" comment.

"Sweetie, I have to take this call. I'll talk to you tonight after I get home, OK?"

"Sure, I'll talk to you then," I replied.

"See ya, Handsome," she said before hanging up the phone.

I clicked the phone off and went back into my workshop and continued to assemble the cat tower. I finished screwing in the post and was happy with the results. I had created three wooden jumping pads that needed to be covered in carpet. I measured and cut the carpet and managed to only knick myself once with the utility knife! I thought that this would be a good time to take a break and grab a bite to eat, but more so, to stop the blood that had trickled down my hand. I certainly didn't need to deliver a bloody cat tower to the animal shelter to whom I was making this donation. I grabbed a couple of paper towels from the roll that I had in the shop. Yes, unfortunately, this wasn't my first rodeo and I finally wised up to the fact that it was easier to keep a couple of rols in the shop instead of having to run upstairs every time that I cut myself! I held the clump of paper towel on my hand as I made my way upstairs to clean it up, and then fix myself some lunch.

As I sat at the kitchen table, chewing on a piece of cold fried chicken, I thought about some of the things that Marlene had said during our conversation that morning. She was hiding something I thought. "I don't know, what do you think girl?" I asked Misty, as she laid on the kitchen floor next to my chair. I felt a paw on my leg and reached down to give Misty a scratch on the head and found that she was once again, lying on her back. "Oh, I'm shocked, girl," I sighed. "Well, it certainly isn't hard finding out what you like best," I laughed. I gave Misty a belly rub for a couple of minutes before finishing my lunch. I cleaned up, made sure that I was no longer bleeding, and went back down to my shop for a few more hours of work.

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As I sat in the chair that night watching a sitcom on TV, I was hoping that I would hear the doorbell ring. I couldn't get Marlene out of my mind and even though we had only spent two nights together, I was feeling a bit empty inside. I was craving her touch, her soft lips pressing into mine, and the full weight of her body lying on top of me. I wanted to hear her voice, her giggles, her sensuous moans, and seductive whispers in my ear. I wanted to feel her hard nipples dancing across my skin. I wanted to hear her talking to me, telling me what she wanted and what she was going to do to me. I wanted to feel my tongue sliding along the wet lips of her pussy, her mouth wrapped around my cock, and my cock plunging deep inside her. I wanted her on top of me, raising up and slamming back down on my engorged shaft, and the feel of her pussy frantically rocking against my pelvis as she screamed in an exploding orgasm. I wanted everything, but most of all, I just wanted her.

The phone rang as my hand was busy rubbing my dick through my shorts while thinking of Marlene.

"Hello," I said after picking up the receiver.

"Hey there, Handsome, what are you up to" Marlene's cheerful voice said.

"Hey Sweetheart, I was just sitting here thinking about you."

"Oh you were..." she replied, "And what were you thinking about me, Michael?"

"Um, well, let's just say that I may need another cold shower," I said in a sheepish tone.

Marlene giggled and said, "I can just picture you sitting there, red faced. Were you possibly thinking about last weekend?"

"Kind of, but just more about you, and everything about you. I was actually sitting here hoping that I would hear the doorbell ring," I said in a wishful tone.

"Oh Michael, I would be there in a second if I could, but I have to run out to pick up some things that I need."

"Oh, OK..." I replied in a disappointed boice.

"Oh Sweetie, I'll surely make it up to you, don't worry about that," she seductively responded. "So Friday night, where would you like to eat?"

"Marlene, that's a loaded question, do you realize that?" I laughed.

"Actually, yes I do," she purred. "I kind of thought that both of us would enjoy two meals Friday night," she whispered into the phone, just as she would have loved to do in my ear.

"Do you like Italian?" she asked.

"Are you Italian?" I responded with a laugh.

"No, but we can pretend that I am," she giggled.

We talked for awhile, laughing and bitching about the week's trials and tribulations. Returning to the subject of dinner, I asked her what I should wear and she told me that casual would be fine. She also said that she had a nice, small Italian restaurant in mind and that she would pick me up around six. I told her that six would be great and that I couldn't wait to see her.

"I can't wait to see you either, Michael," she said in her trembling voice.

"Hey Beautiful, it's alright; everything is going to be fine and we are going to have an amazing time," I reassured her.

"I know that it will be amazing," she said in a sweet, caring voice. "I have to get going, Handsome."

"OK, be careful wherever you are going tonight," I told her.

"I certainly will, Michael. I'll see you in two days!"

"Alright, have a nice night," I said, still craving her touch.

"Same to you Handsome. And Michael, enjoy your cold shower," she said, giggling as she hung up the receiver.

Friday evening couldn't have arrived quick enough, but alass, the long days had passed and I found myself getting ready for my highly anticipated dinner with Marlene. I was back in my bedroom running my belt through the loops of my black Dockers, when I heard the rumble of an engine turning off, followed by the closing of a car door. Misty raced out of the room, toward the front door and I soon heard her dancing and grumbling. The door open and I heard Marlene's voice say hello to Misty. "Michael? Where are you?" she hollered from the doorway.

"Back here in the bedroom, Sweetheart," I yelled.

I heard a big thump and knew that it was Misty dropping to the floor! "Oh Misty, is this going to happen everytime that I come over?" she asked, while laughing at the black Lab that was lying at her feet.

As I rounded the corner of the hallway, I said, "You're the one who started it and yes, it is going to happen every time!"

"Oh Michael, look at you... My oh my, you clean up nicely," she said in an almost surprised voice.

"Sorry Misty-girl, I have other things that I want to rub," Marlene said as her voice came closer and the smell of leather filled the room. Marlene bypassed Misty and ran into my arms, squeezing me tightly. I held her securely, never wanting to let her go. I was at the point where I thought that I may be hurting her, but she seemed to pull me in closer, if it were even possible. The scent of freshly sprayed hair and sensual perfume raced through my senses, as I nuzzled my nose into her neck, kissing and sucking on her soft, delicate skin. "Oh my god, you smell and taste so good," I told her, as I continued nibbling on her neck.

Marlene let out a long, hungry moan and with a fist full of my hair, pulled my head back. She pressed her soft lips onto mine and our tongues met in a slow, passionate kiss. I could feel the lipstick that she was wearing, as our lips mashed against each other.

Gently pulling away, Marlene said, "Oh Michael, I missed you so much." Her tongue began to seductively trace along my lips before she clamped back down onto my mouth in a feverish kiss. She backed me around into the hallway, as she had done before and pressed me against the wall. Our kiss was long and sensual. I felt her reach down and feel my crotch. A big smile grew across her face when she felt the massive hard on that had grown in my pants as she rubbed my cock. "Oh, Michael, I really do like how you clean up," she moaned into my mouth as her hand continued to caress me through my pants.

My head was pressed against the wall and I lifted my neck in an open invitation. It didn't take long for Marlene to begin kissing, licking, and finally sucking my neck into her mouth. As her lips clamped onto my throat, I felt her tongue swirling against my skin. Chills raced down my spine and I let out a long, low groan. Marlene lifted her mouth from my neck long enough to tell me how good I smelled and how delicious I tasted, before taking me between her lips once again. "Oh God, Marlene, that feels so good," I moaned aloud. "Suck me harder," I pleaded. "Mark me as yours."

I felt the pressure increase on my neck as Marlene hungrily moaned into me. My breathing was heavy and I told her that I was getting close to coming. Marlene's hand left my cock and her mouth seperated from my neck with a moist pop. "Oh no, you're going to come in me, or on me, but we're not going to waste that cum of yours in those pants," she panted before pressing her lips back onto mine for another soft, sensuous kiss. The fullness of her lips pressing against me, was a feeling in which I have no words to justify.

We slowly ended our kiss and the moist sound of our parting lips filled the hallway. We stood there, gazing into each other's eyes watching the heated passion that burned in their depths. She knew that I couldn't see her, but could tell that I saw the same vision.

"You are so beautiful, Marlene," I softly said.

"You make me feel beautiful, Michael," she said in a quivering voice, as she gave me a soft kiss.

Marlene stepped back and gasped, "Oh Lord... Well, you certainly are mine now, Michael," she laughed, wiping her lipstick and saliva from my neck.

"Did you leave a mark?" I asked.

"Umm, you could say so."

"Bad?"

"Uh, yes," she said apologetically, "It's pretty dark. I need to get a tissue to wipe off the lipstick from your neck and mouth."

"What color?" I asked, as she walked into the bathroom to retrieve a tissue.

"Kind of an earthy brown," she answered as she wiped my neck and mouth clean. "It's called Brown Sugar."

"Holy crap, Brown Sugar?" I exclaimed.

Marlene was back to the same height as me and it was time for me to see just what she was wearing. "Can I take a look?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure, Handsome," she answered, stepping back and lifting my hands to her hair.

"Deja Vu," I whispered in a smile and she gave me a little poke in my belly.

My hands drifted down her hair and around her neck. Marlene pulled my hands up to her ears and I could feel her smile. "Dangly earings," I said. The hanging earings spiraled down in a corkscrew design. "They're beautiful, Sweetheart," I told her as my hands feathered along her jawline and up to her lips. Instead of tracing my finger across her full lips, I leaned in and softly kissed them. "Hmm, pouty lips..." I said with a smile. Marlene once again, exaggerated her pout with her bottom lip and gave me a big smile. I grabbed her mouth and as I gave her fish lips, planted a big smooch on them.

"I'll pay you back later," she said with a giggle and again, poked me in the side.

My hands dropped to the soft, thin, leather that was covering her shoulders. I ran along it's length down to her wrists. I let my hands traveled down to her delicate fingers, and finally to her polished nails.