The Walk 13

Walking down the landscape steps towards her condo, he cant help but notice how much heavier his overnight bag was than usual. That thought made him grin. Because in his horny mind, the heavier the bag, the longer he was going to stay. And the longer he stays, the more fun the two of them will have. This trip he was especially looking forward to because he was going to show off his massage skills he learned at a class a few years ago. For this massage "therapist" house call, the bag contained not just his overnight clothes, but some massage oils to rub over every inch of her body, scented candles (because she likes them) and, for the grand finale, a soft, pink vibrator. From the second she told him she had never used one before, he knew it must be him that introduces the two. Tonight, would be that introduction. And again, the thought makes him grin as he takes another step closer to the condo.

God, she is like a drug to him. The more he has, the more he wants and after these last few days of being apart, the more he needs. Yet unlike any kind of drug hes ever seen, he could just as much lay next to her and watch her sleep as he could get his body its much needed fix. Her hair acts as the perfect frame for her angelic face. Even at the early morning light, the dim sun stretching its rays through the blinds, shes perfect. Bedhead and all. Her soft cheeks, slightly parted lips and blue/grey eyes hidden behind the veil of slumber, he cant help but grin, once again, at the excitement waiting for him upon his arrival just yards away.

Of course, the first thing he plans on doing when she opens the door is giving her a very long, very wet and very passionate kiss. His one hand gently holding her cheek and chin, his other hand grabbing all it can of the lower cheek. He likes to think it's his way of reminding her why hes there. Not that shes forgotten. Because the want and the need shes shows towards him during those moments cant be mistaken for anything other than what it is. Lust. Which has only gotten hotter since they first met a couple months ago. Hes almost been expecting things to cool off some. But they have yet to spend a day or night together without giving in to their urges. Lust. Complete, absolute lust. Again, that grin appears. Though the truth is it has yet to go away since he began this journey about 50 yards ago. Halfway there he estimates, then picks up his pace.

His excitement and anticipation is beginning to get the best of him. He cant get his mind off of her gorgeous body and the fact she LETS him massage it! She talks as though shes got a pretty good deal. A free massage anytime shes wants. But the truth is hes the real winner here. Her body is a perfect hourglass shape. Her incredible breasts are on the wish list of things to have for a woman of any age. Her flat stomach is both the product of DNA and regular exercise while her perfectly round ass is what has drawn artists to their canvas for centuries. And tonight, this therapist will leave no muscle behind. With the oils creating the perfect sensation between her body and his hands, he will be rubbing more than just her muscles. His grin, even wider now.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he reaches the court her condo is located on. Lack of parking for visitors has made this journey by foot a necessary evil. One he would gladly travel on his hands and knees if need be. Luckily for them both, that wont be necessary. As he approaches his target condo, he can already taste her lips on his. Her minty breath breathing heavy upon his mouth, his lips. Her eyes, half closed as though in some sort of trance. No doubt, the same trance he will soon be in. Then, after closing the door behind them, the race up the stairs will begin and, if he has his way, will end half way up. He plans on stopping her, on the mid-flight landing, and ravish her entire body. He had made jokes in the past, about taking her right there on the stairs. His inability to keep his hands off of her long enough to make it to the bedroom. She would smile at that, liking how passionate he is, but not ever taking his comments serious. But tonight, his comments would no longer be thought of as just a joke. Tonight, just seconds after the outside world is locked away, he will have her. And her, him. The grin is starting to make his facial muscles sore.

Approaching her porch, bag in tow with the necessary tools of the sensual trade, his excitement is now at full effect. His choice in pants was a wise one. Loose fitting to accommodate his now fully upright copilot. As he makes one last adjustment to pants, he can already see her below him on those stairs. The elevation of her body above his a few steps below is going to provide the perfect angle for what his mouth and tongue has in store for her. And once he completes that part of the "massage", his plan is to turn her over onto her knees, so he can take advantage of that same angle. With the massaging by his tongue getting her ready for him, he will be able to slowly glide things on home. Except there will be nothing slow about this stair affair. Once he's behind her, it will be all lust. All passion. And all out heat. The grin, has finally gone away. Now it's just the look of a man on a mission. Opening the door in only a sheer robe, she sees that mission on his face. And she knows what happens next. Locking the outside world behind them, they start their race upstairs. Until he stops her halfway up.