As her heart pounded with the beat of the music that she danced to, Trina watched her dance partner, Mike, as his hips moved and his body swayed in perfect timing with the beat. She thought to herself that he was a very good dancer. She also wondered in her mind, if his moves in the bed were as exact and smooth as his moves on the dance floor. This was their sixth date together, and with not much more than a few brief heavy kissing sessions their relationship hadn’t produced anything more sexual than that.
Mike was a handsome man. In his early thirties, his frame and build was about average. He had sandy blonde hair and a thick moustache that he kept neatly trimmed. He reminded her of a surfer that she frequently saw at the beaches when she was younger. He was mild mannered and polite in his dealings with co-workers and others in general, as Trina noticed. He had been a perfect gentleman when he was with her, always opening the doors for her, seating her at a table when they had dinner or at a lounge. He made her feel as though she was the only woman on the planet when she was with him, and she loved it. Even his touch with her was gentle when they kissed.
Trina was about six years, Mike’s senior. She had been in a couple of relationships after her divorce from a ten year marriage a year and a half ago. Neither of the relationships spawned anything more than a few rolls in the sack with what Trina could determine as a couple of self centered jerks. But Mike was different. He made her feel like none of the others had, including her ex-husband. She wasn’t quite sure what the difference was, and at this point, she didn’t care.
Trina stood as tall as Mike, and with the exception of a few extra age lines around her eyes, you couldn’t tell that she was six years older than Mike. She managed to keep in pretty good shape by doing aerobics twice a week with a couple of her girlfriends at the local spa. Her raven hair was shoulder length and her skin tone was olive toned. She tanned nicely, and made sure that she kept a regular three times a week regiment on her tanning bed to keep her dark tan looking good. While most people that use tanning beds, tan totally nude, Trina kept her tan lines from a certain thong bikini that she had for a couple of years now. The contrast of the tan and her regular skin tone was stark. It looked as if she had the lines body painted on her flesh.
As the twilight was in its full glory outside, the lounge that they were at began to thin out as the crowd slowly dispersed. Mike ask Trina if she was ready to go, and she told him that she was. When they arrived at Trina’s house, she stopped him just outside of the front door before she opened it. She waited for him to slide his arms around her for a kiss before they entered the house. When he did, Trina grabbed him, pulled him into her, then spun him around and slammed him soundly against the porch wall as they kissed. She pressed her body against his making sure that he was receiving the signals that she was sending. Mike smiled after their kiss was released. “You ready to take this a step further are ya?”, he asked in a low growl.
Trina answered by leaning into him again and this time taking the initiative on the long wet deep kiss. “Any more questions?” she asked him, with a smile on her face.
They entered the dark house and Trina flicked on the table lamp. Mike asked if she wanted anything to drink and he headed toward the kitchen. Trina told him to come into the bedroom after he got them each a glass of wine. Mike smiled and acknowledged her.
Trina was stripped down to her panties and bra when Mike walked in quietly with two glasses of dark red wine. He crept up behind Trina as she had just unlatched her bra snaps, and her mounds fell freely from the bindings. Mike kissed the back of her neck, and Trina almost jumped out of her skin. She turned around quickly, instinctively covering her naked breasts with her arms. “Jesus! You scared the hell out of me!” she scolded him.
Mike apologized for startling her, but he never took a step backwards. Instead he held up the glass of red wine to her as if he was offering a peace offering. She smiled and took the wine with one hand as she continued to keep her exposed breasts covered. Mike sipped his wine as he kept a constant gaze into her eyes. Trina noticed the glaze of his dark blue eyes. They seemed to deepen in color as she looked back into his eyes. All along in their past dates, she had construed Mike to be a bit shy by his lack of advances towards her. But now she was beginning to sense something different, something that made her tingle deep within her psyche.
“ Mind if I join you?” he asked.
Trina smiled and replied, “I thought you’d NEVER ask!”
Mike took her innuendo with a grain of salt. He took her wine glass from her hand as he sat his own glass down on the dresser behind where Trina stood. When he did, he moved into Trina. Her arms lowered from covering her breasts and she placed them around Mike’s neck as they scorched each others tongues with a lingering wet kiss. He slid his tongue over hers as she reciprocated back to him. They kissed for a few minutes like this before Trina pushed him away enough to begin to unsnap the buttons on his western cut shirt. Mike kept his gaze into her eyes as he grasped the shirt on either side and tugged with one quick fluid motion. the shirt buttons ripped the shirt open in a flash, exposing the pristine white undershirt.
Trina was beginning to become more aroused with his antics. She tugged at the bottom of the white undershirt where it was neatly tucked into the waist of his thick Levi jeans and began to unfurl the shirt up and over his head. He had a nice neat layer of hair on his chest that tapered down the middle of his belly and ran downward, disappearing below the waist line of his jeans. His stomach muscles were defined and his pectoral muscles were thick. She couldn’t help but run her hands over the fine hair that sculpted his torso. It looked to her as a fine trimmed fur covering.
