... always illustrious ...
The flight home was mentally exhausting to him. It was all behind him now.... for now. Until the next time. As he sat back with his second cocktail on the plane, he realized he had a victory behind him, and a beautiful lady lusting and waiting back home. He raised his drink to himself, and as he took a deep sip ~ told himself it wouldn't be long now. He knew she was waiting for his next adventurous suggestions, ever so erotic. Amazing to him the trust she had. He told her where to meet him, or when he was picking her up ~ and she admired his self control, his patience.
It was he that was amazing to her ~ his knowledge of the abilities of the female body. His knowing where to touch her, and when ~ and with what. His kisses glided her through her mind of colors and clouds.... only colors that can be attained through orgasm, sheer orgasms. She sat at home, sipping a bloody mary, thinking of those colors. Closing her eyes, and touching herself ~ the near forbidden way that he does.... bringing herself close to climax with just her imagination, and a finger. She dipped her finger deep into herself, and slid that finger into her mouth. And she slowly sucks her own juices off her finger, her lipstick glistening. The pungent spices of the drink enhanced the sweet taste of her pussy.
The lace curtains danced with the breeze blowing in, buffered by the trees outside her window. She closed her eyes and imagined his tongue dancing around her barbell, her clit..... her lips. She slipped into thoughts of using her vibrator ~ the pink one. Slowly vibrating the tip around herself, she knows how to touch herself with near perfection of self pleasure. Knowing full well that a self induced orgasm isn't the same as a good cum from her man ~ still she pursues herself. Feeling the relaxing effect of the alcohol, she slides a little further down the chaise, her fingers still probing herself to ecstasy. She moans softly, thinking of her lover penetrating her. Watching each other move in unison... he gently gliding in, then out of her pussy. She can see his cock getting wetter and wetter as she invites him further inside. She tightens her muscles, and begins to cum with a shudder. Two fingers inside herself, the other hand stimulating her clit, rubbing a little harder, and faster. Suddenly, even catching herself a little off guard, she cums hard. Her head falls back into the pillows, she sinks further into the cushions... her body peaking, then slowly relaxing as the familiar stimulus engages her into that other side.
The rush of the cum, the smell of her orgasm ~ the feeling of her own juices. She screams in her mind, begging him to fuck her harder...... She moves her hips with ease, inviting her fingers a little deeper. Right to that place that makes her moan.
She also invoked thoughts of last night. A hundred thoughts raced through her mind as her orgasm encompassed her entire body. She felt her legs quiver, then her arms weaken.... "What an amazing feeling" she thought to herself, as she brought herself back to earth. She sat up a little, fixed her hair ~ pulled deeply on her drink, and sat back as she nibbled on the celery and olives. "Thank you, handsome man" she whispered. Barely hearing herself over the music playing in the other room. Smiling to herself, and thinking "You are THE tastiest man I've ever experienced"..... reminding herself to tell him when he calls. His plane was due to arrive in a few hours, then perhaps after a rest for him, her phone will ring.
She planned to have him come over, the two could share a light dinner and some wine, then she hoped he would "cash in" his outstanding back rub offer. She truly enjoyed feeling his body. All of it. She would massage him with some oil she had, aromatic and relaxing. Not fully understanding the level of eroticism she maintained, just to give him a massage made her SO incredibly wet. Her mind allowed her to become wet with the feel of his body beneath her fingertips. She could relax him, and turn herself on ~ and what a way to go. Following the rub, of course, she would ask him to turn over, and continue to lavish. Massage oil on his back and legs..... perhaps some fruit for the front of him. And honey..... "here we go again", she thought as a huge smile began to form on her still wet lips.
Maybe he wanted to take her somewhere. Take her carnally, bent over something in the wilderness.... or softly in the water.
She felt her body relax as moments passed. Sitting back on the chaise... reflecting her dark thoughts. She went back to a time that her insatiable appetite for the opposite sex blossomed, and spilled over to her lust for women. She lost a few years ~ sexually, and felt she could never make up for it. She grinned to herself, as she coyly thought of the way she quenched her fantasies. With the help of great friends, and a wild imagination ~ she felt assured in her sexuality... "fuck those that dare not to address their own inhibitions... their sexual awakening, and finally ~ their own preferences"
She woke to the telephone ringing.... it was 5:30. Feeling a little startled, and not expecting to sleep, she began to sit up as she answered. He had a good flight. He was a little tired, but he still had it in his plans to visit her that evening ~ for a short while anyway. She smiled through the phone, and told him that she couldn't wait to taste his sweetness. He would be here at 7.
She prepared a tray of shrimp, cheese, vegetables, crackers and chicken. The wine was chilling. Climbing out of the bathtub, thinking all that was left, was to brush her hair, put on a nice black teddy ~ lace and fringe to set the mood, and she had to light a few candles ~ find a CD, and she was ready for him. The fabric of the curtains continued the dance of the wind, and invited an amorous light to shine throughout her room.
He knocked but twice, then slid his key into the door. She heard the faint rustle of his keys, clinking on the brass. A black lace robe hung on her door, she rushed into it, as she hurried down the hall to greet this handsome man. His hair shone, his smile emulated ~ his body whispered to her. She grabbed his hand and led him to the living room. They embraced for a long while... enjoying the feeling of one another's body. The unspoken few minutes that were priceless. A dare, a smile ~ no words exchanged.... just warmth.
When they released, her eyes led him to the kitchen. She handed him the tray and 2 wine glasses. She brought the wine, and a single red rose.... upstairs to her bedroom. She opened the french doors to her balcony and invited him smiling.
