Loving Daniel: Triple O
It was a Friday night. Rather than go out for an expensive meal, I invited my lover, Daniel, to my apartment, promising him a meal he would never forget. I left work early and rushed to the supermarket to pick up a few extra things I thought I would need. I waited on the platform in the subway station for the train home, and daydreamed about what I would wear that night... I had a beautiful red chiffon number that I knew Daniel would like. I'd had my hair done especially, my brown wavy locks washed and straightened to fall perfectly about my face. I imagined it would look very attractive draping down the bare skin of my shoulders, accentuating the dangerously low cut back of my dress.
At home I rushed through the last minute food preparations -- nothing else could be done until Daniel arrived. I went to the bathroom and turned the taps on in the tub. I rolled up my trousers, placed my right leg over the tub and lathered soap over my shin and calf. Then carefully, with a great deal of precision, I removed every little spike attempting to grow there. I rinsed my leg then repeated the exercise with the other, ensuring both legs were as hairless as they possibly could be – Daniel enjoyed the feel of my legs caressing the skin on his back, and I didn’t want to disappoint him with poor grooming. I turned the taps off and toweled my legs dry.
I unzipped my trousers and allowed them to drop to the bathroom floor. I kicked them out the door and in the approximate direction of my bedroom. Then I peeled off my shirt and underwear and stood naked on the bathmat. I opened the bathroom cabinet door and fished out my vitamin E cream from amongst the clutter inside. I unscrewed the cap and squeezed a generous amount onto my right hand then put the tube down and transferred half of the cream to my left palm. I bent over, not from the knees, but from the hips, and ran each hand up and down my legs, massaging the cream into my skin, enjoying its smoothness and watching the moisture absorb almost immediately. I stepped my right foot further apart to maintain my balance, and I imagined how delighted Daniel would be if he walked in at that moment and found me bent over like that, my legs bare, my back arched, my ass cheeks wantonly spread… I knew he would want to fuck me on the spot.
I straightened again and squeezed more cream into my hands then began to massage it into the soft mounds of my ass. I wanted it to be as soft and smooth as possible so that when Daniel ran his hands over each globe and grasped them in his fist he would be pleased at how supple they felt. I finished by rubbing some of the cream into my breasts, then turned to the cabinet again and selected a fragrance from amongst my limited collection. I choose Thierry Mugler's Angel, my favourite. I sprayed a fine mist down the right side of my neck, against the insides of my wrists and just a little on the backs of my knees. The aroma of vanilla and chocolate filled the air and I paused for a moment to inhale the delicious ambience.
I headed to my room, collecting my discarded clothing on the way, dumping it in the clothesbasket inside my bedroom door. As I stood before my wardrobe clothed in nothing but my birthday suit, I glanced to my left and realised I hadn’t drawn the vertical blinds. I was convinced no one was looking anyway -- and if they were, I didn’t care as long as they never made their presence known to me. I took my red chiffon dress off the clothes wrack and slipped it over my head, wriggling my torso to help the folds of fabric cascade down over my shoulders and hips. I neatly arranged the cowl neck at the front, surveying how it emphasized the tops of my curvaceous breasts, knowing how Daniel would enjoy having such easy access to them. I slipped my feet into my red stilettos, threaded a pair of earrings through my earlobes and finished my makeup just as I heard Daniel’s knock at my apartment door.
I raced down the hallway in a most unlady-like fashion, the dress's skirt wafting around me as I went. I unlocked the front door then swung it open wide and stepped back. There was Daniel, standing on my doorstep looking crushingly handsome dressed in elegant black trousers and a blood red shirt which he’d left open at the neck, the collar neatly turned over the lapels of his black Armani jacket.
"You look beautiful," he said. I felt flattered by the compliment. I decided flirtation was the best way to get the evening’s activities started.
"You look like the main course," I replied, flashing my dazzling smile at Daniel. He stepped through the door, slipped his right arm around my waist and drew me forward into a light embrace. Daniel’s lips descend onto mine to kiss me passionately on the threshold, his tongue conducting a thorough inspection of my mouth before it connected with my own, rubbing against it insistently. I broke away and blushed. "Come in," I said.
Daniel swaggered into my apartment, slipped his coat from his shoulders and draped it over the arm of the sofa. He turned on his heel to look at me, his eyes burning with desire, his lips curved upwards in a benevolent smile.
"Are you hungry?" I asked casually. Daniel’s eyes wandered from my face to my breasts, over my belly, down my thighs to my ankles then back up to meet my gaze again.
"Yes I am," he said, licking his lips. My naked crotch began to burn with heat under my dress. I wanted him to take me there and then.
"Dessert first?" I inquired, raising my eyebrows so that he knew I wasn’t talking about food.
"No. Let’s do it by the book," Daniel said. I nodded in agreement, even though I was a little disappointed, then turned and made my way to the kitchen. After serving Daniel a glass of Semillon Blanc I heated up the stove and placed a stainless steel pan on the heating element. I flash fried two beautiful pieces of tuna steak, adding only garlic and pepper for seasoning. I positioned them on a bed of tri-colour salsa in the centre of two large white plates then turned to Daniel.
"Why don’t you take a seat at the table, darling," I said. "Dinner is ready." I picked up both plates and followed Daniel to the dining room. The lights were dim; a lamp illuminated the clean white cloth and the forged mental candle sticker holder, a solitary candle burning at its pinnacle. I leaned forward to place Daniel’s plate before him and as I did the cowl neck on my dress swung free, revealing almost all of my cleavage, which I had not bothered to capture with a bra that night. Daniel took advantage of the opportunity, swiftly raising his right hand and slipping it beneath the fabric to cup my right breast in his palm.
"This looks delicious," he said, his eyes feasting on my chest. Daniel moved his thumb and forefinger to meet on either side of my nipple then slowly began to pinch. I let out a surprised gasp – the pain was deliciously excruciating. I looked down at Daniel and his eyes meet mine. I smiled and he removed his hand.
