Lust to Love

E Story 1. Lust or love

I moved closer to her and in doing so my arm brushed across her breast. I felt her back straighten and leaned into whisper brushing the curls of her hair to one side so that I could make sure my lips were close to her ear.

Moving in what seemed like slow motion, I stopped halfway between her ear and the nape of her neck and blew gently on her skin.

Her head dropped slightly and as I did so, the curls on the other side from me fell in front of her cheek. At that moment I wanted to grab her hair and gently but firmly pull her head back and kiss her softly. Instead, I whispered...'I want you.'

By now I had one hand in the small of her back to steady myself. With my other hand I let my fingertips caress gently along the top of the thigh, which seemed perfectly molded under a satin dress.

Conscious that we were in a dimly lit bar, I didn't want to make any move that would draw too much attention, just enough to start the evening. My body shielding our contact from any prying eyes.

After a few seconds I kissed her neck...softly, breathing in both her perfume mixed with the scent of her skin.

The mix together I found too intoxicating to handle for any more than a few seconds and pulled away to fix her gaze. There was a softness in her eyes. A mixture of pleasing and desire.

'Would you like a drink?'

'Yes.' Her voice was steady and seemed slightly lower.

I called over to the barman to bring as two Caipirinhas leaving her eyes for as little as I had to. Drinking in her beauty was, I was sure, something that I wouldn't tire of.

Some three or four inches shorter than me in her heels, I breathed in my date, she seemed to be effortlessly beautiful, elegant with a hint of sexiness and those lovely curls that bounced as she walked. I thought about where I might feel those curls on my body. There was the obvious but that was too easy.

I smiled.

'Will you share?' She said looking at my lips.

At that point our drinks arrived. I thanked the barman looking at him for the briefest of moments as he was not unsurprisingly fixed on my date.

'Saved perhaps?' I said it as a sort of question rather than a statement.

Now fixed my her gaze.

'Not remotely.' She said with a don't kind of don't mess with me tone.

'I was wondering how your curls would feel against my skin....my back in particular....' I paused to review any response and as none was evident I added. 'In the morning whilst I'm waking up.'

She smiled seemingly happy to return my gaze.

Her confidence was a powerful aphrodisiac.

Wanting to break the intensity for a moment I reached for my drink, lifted it slowly to her and proposed a toast.

'To new adventures and unconcealed pleasures.'

The toast was returned and with it she smiled, not at me but at a thought that had flashed across her mind.

'Do I get to ask in return?'

Looking at me from under her eyes, she slipped off her stool.

From the bottom of my peripheral vision, I noticed her silk dress catch slightly on the seat. How I wanted to see those tanned legs briefly revealed almost to the meeting of her thighs.

She placed her hands just above my knees.

My thighs have always been incredibly sensitive, something that very few of my previous partners had appreciated.

That incredibly light and sensitive touch on my thighs went straight between my thighs. The most delicious and exquisite tease, wanting everything and allowing myself virtually nothing.

I could also feel a very light scraping of her nails as she ran her hands up my along my thighs leaning forward to whisper. Stopping for a moment, she flicked her hair, so it was on the other side to me to afford her an uninterrupted journey to whisper her answer.

Stopping, as I had, breathing in slowly and deeply before whispering...

'I do this thing with my hair.'

A slight pause.

'You may find out.... Or you may not.'

And with an almost imperceptible squeeze on my thighs her lips brushed my neck. Soft and warm on my skin, I wanted to grab both her wrists and pull her close to me.

With one smooth move she leaned back and withdrew her hands slowly from the top of my thighs and perched back up on her bar stool.

Looking at her drink, she took her index finger, stirred the ice slowly, then put the finger slowly in her mouth gently sucking the sweet and sour droplets from her beautifully manicured finger. Looking at me I could see that sparkle of mischief in her eyes. Her expression, the smile she was trying to hold back at my sudden discomfort.

She would find out sooner rather than later just how much I appreciated the effort she had made to get ready for our date. Both in the simplicity of her elegance, her beauty and most of all her undeniable sexiness.

The ease she had with her sexuality, so comfortable in her power and hold over me and at the same time making me feel totally at ease with her. The field seemed to be all hers. And yet, she allowed me to take the lead.

'This thing with your hair....' I paused.

'I said you may, or you may not....find out.'

'Yes.' I said... you were clear on that. But now its my turn.

'It's good' I said....looking to the rafters as if I was enjoying every moment of my apparition.

'I can see that I'll never get tired of how it makes me feel.'

'So please excuse me for a few moments.' I stood and half turned towards the rest rooms, my eyes still fixed on her gaze.

'Ah, I've never had someone go solo on me.' She said with a slight wink.

Smiling, I held my hands up.

'Ah, easy! I promise that there will be no solo flying tonight. I will save myself for the first time I'm intimate with my next girlfriend...whenever that might be.'

I turned and headed to the men's room.

Returning after just a couple of minutes...certainly too quick to have pleasured myself... I was carrying my jacket and tie and as I approached the bar, unbuttoned my top two buttons on my shirt and then the cuffs of my shirt. Sitting down I put the jacket and the tie on the back of my chair and then slowly rolled up the sleeves of my shirt.

Halfway through I looked up at her as she was fixed on my arms...I thought I caught a slight ruffle in her... like I'd caught her in the middle of an indulging thought.

'Anything more you'd like to share... or more accurately not share. I can take the punishment as much as I like to give it.'

'How would you punish me sir?' She said deliciously and slightly mockingly at the same time. Again, with that twinkle of mischief in her eyes, swiftly changing the focus from her to me.

I paused before I answered. Taking a sip of the Caipirinha I winced at the taste of melted ice. I put the glass down in front of her. Again, she dipped her index finger in my glass and stirred it slowly. As she withdrew her hand, she placed the drop of liquid at the end of fingertip at the top of her cleavage and watched me as I watched the drop slowly descend between her gorgeous breasts. Then hesitating, she offered me her finger to suck dry. I took her hand gently between mine and pulled it to my lips.

'Taste any better?' she said in what seemed to me to be a lightly lower voice.

'Needs more Cachaça for me...but it will do.' I said in an over-performed serious manor with a slight smile escaping at my obvious pleasure.

'You were about to torture me.' She said with a delightful eagerness.

'Punish.' I corrected and paused.

'Oh! I'm trembling.' She said pushing herself deeper into her seat and uncrossing and crossing her thighs as if she were opening and closing a door to the conversation all at once....

If you're awake, and I was, it is a delight to notice things about someone you're highly attracted to. So far, my list was ticks all the way...why do we do this?

'So, punishment first...and torture for when the punishment doesn't seem to be working!'.

Her eyes widened as if to dare me to find something that would bend her will.

'Close your eyes.' I said.

She closed them obediently.

'Give me your hands.' As I took her hands she opened one eye in defiance giggling like a naughty schoolgirl.

'Closed' I said with mock authority.

'Imagine you're on a golden white sandy beach somewhere warm, tropical. The seas are turquoise, and the waves are gently crashing the sand and shells onto the shore as they had for millennia.

You're alone, wearing a beautiful bikini and a sarong. The winds that gust along the beach pulling the material off your thighs exposing the golden tan on your legs.

'This doesn't sound too punishing so far.' She said with a muffled laugh escaping.

I waited without saying anything and then waited some more.

'OK.' She said, 'I'll behave. Continue....please.'

'You see. Its working already.'

Now it was my time to laugh and possibly for the first time in the evening, I felt a sense of control washing over me. Looking at her curls surrounding that pretty face, her kissable lips with those stars for eyes, hidden behind patient and firmly closed eye lids.

'You walk along the beach, delighting in its tranquility, its emptiness filling your mind with peace as if you are drifting away from the world to a higher plane.'

'In the distance you can see a few palm trees, but they are miles away. After twenty minutes or so of walking you start to wonder. About your life, your journey to this point, the struggles that have made you the person you are, the loves that you have had in your life and the pain, as if its working through your consciousness, a little like a train moves on a track without deviation with a mission to a destination.'

Again I paused, waited for some response to tease. She squeezed my hands playfully as if to signal me to continue.

'Just as you feel you're reaching the end of your thoughts....all the times in your life that have formed you, from your earliest memories as a little girl growing up, to this very point, sitting in the bar, confident, calm, in control and enjoying each moment like it is a new gift under a Christmas tree.'

At this moment, and whilst you're sure you won't have another thought left to think, you notice a glint on the sea.

At first you think it's just a wave catching the sun.

As you strain to see, you can make out a tiny white dot on the horizon. On a beach with no other human in sight, you fix on the dot for what seems like an eternity. Yes, you can definitely see it coming closer to shore way in the distance. It looks like a rowing boat, bright white as the sun bounces off the paint, with one person inside rowing gently, steadily, and with purpose. To reach the shore...your shore. You watch as the boat eventually reaches the breakers and then rows through to reach the last few feet where the sea meets the land. The person climbs out of the boat and pulls it a few feet onto the blond sandy beach where it rests gently to one side.

I paused again looking at the lady I was falling in love with.

A frown appeared on her forehead as if to signal to me to continue and quickly.

Teasing her, I cleared my throat stalling for a few seconds.

You look at the person who has turned and is walking towards you. You have no idea why but all you can do is walk towards the person to see who has stepped on to your beach. As you get closer to one another you strain to try and make out who it is... then just when you start to focus the person walking towards you starts to run...with a surge in your heart,...your running towards this person as they're running towards you. You see their arms open just before you reach them, and as you come together, they scoop you up and swing you around before giving you a big and tight hug.'

I waited. Said nothing, holding her hands. Waiting some more until slowly, she opened her eyes.

Lids down, an expression of seriousness had replaced the frivolity of a few minutes earlier.

I started talking again.

She held up her finger to my lips. I could see the seriousness mixed with vulnerability in her eyes.

I stopped my thoughts. Time passed. She kept looking at my eyes. Her vulnerability seemed to turn to openness.

I watched as she seemed to inhale for the longest time, hold her breath and then slowly let out the thoughts and feelings as if she was ready to share her thoughts.

'I hope, that, as we get to know each other, that one day, I will be the person on the beach scooping you up and holding you as long as you need.'

I took one of her hands and put it on my cheek. Pulling her gently towards me I leant down and kissed her softly on her lips.

'I thought you were going to punish me.' She whispered.

I had woken something in her. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me.