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 hadnât 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, Mikeâs 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 wasnât quite sure what the difference was, and at this point, she didnât care.
Trina stood as tall as Mike, and with the exception of a few extra age lines around her eyes, you couldnât 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 Trinaâs 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. âYou ready to take this a step further are ya?â, 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. âAny more questions?â 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. âJesus! You scared the hell out of me!â 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.
â Mind if I join you?â he asked.
Trina smiled and replied, âI thought youâd NEVER ask!â
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 Mikeâs 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 couldnât help but run her hands over the fine hair that sculpted his torso. It looked to her as a fine trimmed fur covering.
As she felt him, Mike drank in her beauty with his eyes. Her breasts were fine orbs of pleasure for his eyes. They hung perfectly, with a nice rounding at the bottom. Her nipples were standing proudly from the center of her brown areolas. He lifted his hands, and encompassed her breasts in each of them. He lifted them each slightly, relishing their weight and texture. As he held them as if weighing them, his thumbs grazed each of her nipples. They became even more pronounced.
Trina wanted more now. She began tugging at the clasp of his belt, undoing it. Then the button of his waist and finally the thick zipper. His pants now hung loosely at his waist. Trina grabbed each side of the denim pants and slid them down over his legs to the floor. As she squatted at the floor, her eyes went immediately to the thick clump at the crotch of his boxer briefs. Without moving from her squatting position, she pulled the shorts down, slowly this time. As the waistband neared the thick lump at his crotch, she purposely began to slowly inch the form fitting shorts over his neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair. Her eyes were intent as the waistband began to reveal his thick man snake. It appeared to her to be swelling. She was correct in her thoughts and observation.
Mikeâs eyes never left her face. He swelled with anticipation as he watched her eyes widen with delightful surprise as the shorts were now pulled down fully to his ankles and his cock hung directly in front of Trinaâs face.
Trina blew her hot breath at his exposed manhood. She felt a stirring deep within her nether regions. She was leaning in to taste him when he grabbed her by her arms and pulled her to a standing position in front of him. She was attempting a protest when he grabbed the back of her head, entwined his fingers deep in her hair against her scalp and pulled her face to his. His lips pressed firmly against hers. Yet again his tongue slid between her parted lips and began a slow sensual dance over hers. With his other hand, he placed it into the small of her back and tugged her into him. Her panty covered pussy pressed directly into his growing cock. Mike pushed forward and pinned her hips into the dresser behind her. The sudden shove rocked the dresser slightly from the push.
Trinaâs senses were running rampant now. This gentle man that she had dated for four weeks now was in a complete opposite mode of everything he had shown her previously. He wasnât acting mild mannered now. No longer was he being passive and polite. He was displaying a more aggressive behavior. She wasnât afraid though. His actions didnât seem out of control.
Too many times with her other suitors, their primal urges were the reasoning for their pushy advances. No, Mike was in control of his emotions. He knew exactly what he was doing and why he was doing them. She was turned on by his mannerisms. He was methodical in each move that he made. He had definitely done this before, many times by her surmise.
Mike slid his tongue back into his own mouth and drew back away from Trina. She was preparing to slip out of her panties when Mike grabbed the thin string on her hips with one hand and jerked outward, quickly. The dainty string snapped like a rubber band as the panties now hung precariously lopsided against her other hip. In a flash, he reached to the other side and tugged, breaking that string as well. He held the broken string and slowly edged the useless cotton thong from between her legs and the folds of her ass cheeks and her pussy.