I hadn't seen Pi in ages. She and I had been flirting, via text message and e-mail, since September, and had hoped to meet for lunch some day to chat, but nothing had worked out. A mutual friend was hosting a "pre-New Year's Eve" party, and we agreed to go, primarily for the chance to see each other. Our friend had just moved into a brand new house in one of the most distant suburbs of the city; I hitched a ride with Andrea, another friend of mine who lives nearer downtown, and we arrived, fashionably late, a few minutes after Pi.
Once we had drinks in hand, and had been given the grand tour, we got down to some serious catching up. Pi, Andrea, and I got along extremely well. I didn't want Andrea to feel left out, but I could feel the attraction Pi and I had to each other. It was a warmth that seemed to envelope my body as we chatted; I could feel myself unable to stop smiling as we talked. Soon, Andrea excused herself to use the washroom. I sat by Pi, enjoying the sense of privacy, when she took my hand and whispered "So, Handsome, where are those kisses you promised me?" She had sent me a text message that ended "hugs," and I had responded with "hugs AND kisses." I wasn't sure where this was going, but it promised to be fun - we enjoyed teasing each other on a sexual level, and this was the next logical step.
I felt we needed a little more privacy. The basement would be unfinished for a few more months, but our hostess had done her best to turn it into a dance floor of sorts. Just behind us, a curtain covered an alcove which lead down a sort of hallway to a root cellar under the front of the house. I took Pi's hand, pulled the curtain aside, and ushered her in. The walls showed insulation over concrete foundation - not beautiful, but warm enough. I led her down to the end of the hallway, and turned to face her. She was smiling up at me, practically glowing with happiness. She is a very spiritual woman, with huge resources of inner strength and peace, and when I was with her, I felt nothing could go wrong. I leaned down, a little, and kissed her gently on the lips. I was, at first, very tentative - I thought this might still be part of our little game. But it felt so natural, and so right, that I left my hesitation behind and we both let instinct take over.
I had the impression she didn't get kissed as often as she should have; I decided to try to make up for some of what she had been missing. I left the warmth of her lips to trail kisses across her cheeks and down her neck. She quivered, but didn't offer any objection. I kissed every inch of her face and neck, and the exposed parts of her shoulders and chest. She sighed. "Mmmm, that's nice." It was quiet, but heartfelt; I think I had payed more attention to her in time since we had met upstairs than her husband did in a year. His loss!
We spent a long time kissing in that private hallway; it seemed to belong just to us. Andrea must have had her suspicions about us; at least, she knew enough not to come looking.
She whispered to me. "I need something more!"
I liked where this was going. I reached down, undid her pants, and slid them down a little. If anyone saw us, there would be almost no doubt as to what we were up to, but she could still pull her clothes up quickly. I let my hand slide up her leg and reached beneath her. I rubbed, very gently at first, against her panties, then I slipped my finger inside them. I kissed her again, while my finger slid from back to front and back, carrying her nectar as it went. Soon, I had coaxed enough of her wetness to really get started, and started to rub, gently, against her clitoris.
She stiffened, unused to this attention. I think that if her husband had ever known to treat a woman like this, he had long ago forgotten. She kissed back hungrily. I was happy to respond in kind. I longed to taste her, to take her, to show her how much I liked her, but for now, this was good. We were both enjoying the mood, and some things are much better with a bed and a door that locks!
I continued to rub against her, now gently, now a little harder. The angle was a little awkward, but I could keep this up for a while yet. I pulled my lips away from her and whispered to her.
"I wish we could be completely alone!"
She nodded, and smiled.
