Dear Reader: This is not like my usual stories. There is no back-story, no descriptions of the characters (age, etc.). It is just a romantic moment in time and I hope that it will perhaps entice you put yourself into it, Thank you for any comments you might leave, I do appreciate them. And the story is dedicated to a beautiful lady who gave me support and suggestions in the writing. She is my friend and my muse and has helped me so much with my recent efforts. Enjoy... Ed (CanadianM)
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He was a few minutes late as he let himself into the apartment. The room was dark with just the flicker of the gas fireplace providing a bit of light. As he took off his jacket he saw the two big chairs positioned across from one another by the hearth. He smiled, knowing what was to come. He walked toward the bedroom, and found it dark as well, just the sliver of light coming from the bathroom. He opened the door and saw her luxuriating in the big tub, candles providing the only illumination. She glanced at him and smiled as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolling them upward. He took the big ceramic pitcher from the vanity and filled it with warm water and then knelt beside the tub. She leaned back, closing her eyes as he poured it over her head. Then he took the shampoo and poured some in his palm. His hand moved to her hair and he began washing it. She almost purred as his fingertips worked the shampoo into those beautiful tresses. He loved pampering this amazing lady, loved giving her pleasure. He took his time, soaping her head, then rinsing it off. When he finished he leaned in and gave her a soft kiss.
Standing he said, "Take your time, I will be in the living room waiting when you are ready."
He returned to the bedroom, turning on the small lamp on the bedside table. He removed his clothes and smiled as he saw that she had laid out the silk robe she had given him for his birthday. Fully naked he put on the robe and moved to the living room. He lit the candles on the mantle of the fireplace then moved into one of the chairs to await her. He smiled as he saw she had placed small towels on each chair. He heard her moving around in the bedroom, and wondered how she would dress for their encounter.
Then she appeared at the doorway of the bedroom, the long black peignoir clinging to her beautiful curvy body. As she walked closer he could see that she was naked under the sheer garment, save for the pair of thigh high stockings that she knew he loved. She came to him, leaning close, and he caught the scent of her flowered soap. Softly she brushed her lips against his and then smiled, that dazzling smile he so adored.
She moved to the chair across from him in the darkened room. Flickers of light from the fireplace and the candles the only illumination. As their eyes met, her hands moved, undoing the tie at the front of the sheer garment, letting it fall open, one of her breasts becoming fully exposed. He watched as her fingers moved to her mouth, and she seductively wet her fingertips. Her other hand lifted that breast and with those fingers she began slowly circling the dark areola. Slow concentric circles until her fingers pinched a taut nipple.
He smiled and said, "Yes, touch yourself. For me"
She did not respond but moved slightly so the other breast was exposed to his eyes. She wet her fingertips again and then teased her other breast, both nipples now shining with the wetness from her saliva. Her hands moved over those wonderful globes of flesh, caressing, lifting, squeezing, as she sensually massaged them for him. All the while her eyes never left him. Who was the exhibitionist, who was the voyeur? Tonight it would be interchangeable. For now, there would be no touching one another, no kisses, no caresses, only their own hands caressing themselves until they both were self-satisfied.
She had taken the lead, but he was not far behind as his hand instinctively moved down his body, until it was touching the hard flesh between his legs. He left himself covered at first, just his fingertips moving lightly up and down the outline of his shaft over the silky robe. He saw her smile, run her tongue around her lips. Their eyes locked for just a moment. Her garment was completely open now; he could see the swell of her belly, the tuft of hair. She moved again, her legs spreading wider as she brought one finger to her mouth, sucking it and then bringing it down between her legs. She let it linger in that silky hair for just a second before slipping it down and untucking those beautiful lips below. Those lips he knew so intimately.
His robe was now open and his arousal so apparent to her eyes. With just two fingers he teased his shaft and then watched her smile as it gave an involuntarily twitch. A drop of wetness appeared at the tip. His fingers moved slowly, up and down the length and as they did he saw her mimic his rhythm as her fingertips caressed the length of her glistening slit.
His thumb rolled around the head as she lifted her fingers and little strands of wetness stretched between fingertips and those glistening nether lips. She took her eyes from him for just an instant, looking at her fingertips and then bringing them to her mouth and sucking on them erotically. He could feel a drop of pre cum drip from the tip and slide down his shaft as he watched her. He smiled and wrapped his fingers around the hardness and gave himself a squeeze.
