"Bring it on," I told her.
She'd been flirting with me for weeks and I was finally calling her bluff. Those sparkling eyes of hers -- they cut right through me. I'd mostly seen her for only moments at a time as she flit through the restaurant -- patrons trailing behind her like the caboose to her locomotive. She'd seat them, pass out the menus and wink at the men as she walked away.
Oh -- she was cunning all right -- no man was off limits in her book. She just had an air about her -- it wasn't so much her looks as her attitude. She was average height -- probably around 5' 6" and wore her long hair pulled back in a clip. She had beautiful bedroom eyes -- her best feature. They were dark and bold -- smoky almost. The little crook in her nose gave her face great character and the tiny lines forming around her eyes told of many days she found something to smile about.
"You don't think I'll take you up on that do you?" She asked.
"Bring it on baby -- and No, I don't think you will."
All of a sudden she reaches out, grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me to her. She gets right in my face -- I can smell her perfume and I can see the fire in her eyes. Not the kind of fire like when she's really ticked off -- but the kind of fire that burns -- long and slow that starts way deep inside and works its way to the surface in a rush of lusty heat.
"You. Are. On." She whispers and the next thing I know she's taken both my wrists and whips them behind her back planting my hands firmly on her tight little ass. I tell you, that was a nice handful and as I started to squeeze she threaded her arms through mine and wrapped me up like a birthday present. Before I knew it (and mind you this all happened so fast) her tongue was in my mouth and I swear she gave me one of those winks before she closes her eyes for the kiss. And Oh My God -- we're standing there -- my hands kneading her ass -- our tongues doing this sensual little dance and she starts massaging my back with her fists. Between you and me -- it was the most amazing sensation. Oh, and did I even tell you what she was wearing? It was this little black skirt that just flowed around her legs to barely below her knees -- and No Panties!
To say the least, I was a bit mesmerized. She finally broke the spell when she pulled her tongue back into her own mouth -- I hadn't realized how she had taken my breath away with that kiss. When she pulled back I think I heard a suction pop. Maybe it was just me holding my breath I don't know. She was kind of in charge at that moment so I wasn't questioning anything.
"Come on inside," she offered -- let's talk about this. She took me by the hand and led me through the door.
I stepped through the threshold behind her - it was her apartment all right. She flipped the light switch and it not only dimly illuminated the room but also turned on the stereo - some bluesy tune with a sax. It made me wonder how many times she brought a stranger home to this very set up. Or was it just the way she was - a sensual woman who kept her place as she kept herself.
"Make yourself at home," she invited as she led me to the couch. "Bar is over there, why don't you make us a couple of drinks while I go change into something more comfortable. And I want you to know...I haven't had a man in this apartment in about 2 years. You caught me off-guard, I like that." She must have been reading my mind.
I wondered how much more comfortable she could get - skirt, no panties, what more did a guy need? I walked over to the bar as she closed what I assumed was her bedroom door. I found some candles in the drawer while looking for the spoon and put a couple on the bar top as well as the coffee table. The room was ripe for love. I brought the cocktails to the table, made myself comfortable, and waited...
And waited...I got to wondering what the hell she was doing in there. Seemed like forever although it was only a few minutes. My head was swirling with thoughts...was she trying to decide what sexy nightgown to put on (that was going to be ripped off pretty quickly anyway so that didn't matter) and then I got to thinking about what her nightgown drawer must have in it. Long ones, short ones, flannel, silk, split up the leg, down the back or if I was lucky - split down the middle? I never thought about those things before but her keeping me waiting was doing a number. Not to mention these thoughts were making my cock jump.
"Are you comfortable?" She asked through the door. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd gone out the back," I answered. A chuckle from the other side. "Good" she said. "Always keep 'em guessing - that's my motto! I'm still here - hey, light a couple of candles, they're in the drawer in the bar. Are you getting hard yet or are you waiting for me?"
Je-sus - does this woman have some kind of 6th sense? It's like she was reading my mind right along. It was eerie - but very cool. All this time I wondered if she really had it in her or if she was just a big tease and pretended. I was beginning to believe...
"Are you coming out of there soon or am I going to have to come in there and get you?" "I'll be right out - just one more thing and I'll be done." I could hear opening and closing drawers in there. I took another swig of my gin - set the glass on the table and looked up. Oh My Fucking Word - the door was open and there she stood. You would not believe what she was wearing. A silky nightgown? No. But oh yes, she was dressed.
Get this - she stood there - the light behind her was just so that she was kind of standing in a spotlight. Maybe it was my own eyesight focused on the vision in the doorway. On top, she was wearing what I think is called a bustier - a leather one at that. There were ties that criss-crossed up the center and her gorgeous 36-inch breasts spilled out over the top. It was tight around her torso and the ties were in a neat little bow at the top. The leather thong below covered only the minimum of skin but over that she had on a garter belt that held up the sexiest pair of fishnets. How about four inch spiked heels that I saw as I looked her over and over from head to toe for the third time in just seconds. Her hands had on a pair of gloves but they didn't cover her fingers - only her hands, and halfway up her arms. She had a collar around her neck that had silver chains hanging down between her breasts and matching bands around her upper arms. On the end of her finger dangled a blindfold. Her other hand was behind her back. I swallowed hard, licked my lips, stroked my now very hardened cock through my pants and started to get up from the couch.
"Not so fast," she told me. "I didn't put all this on just so you could come tear it off. Sit still for a minute."