Entering, safely inside, finally alone, their room door closed on its own with a noticeable click. Ian dropped his bag, walking over to turn on a lamp. Their room was bathed in soft light. Facing them was a king sized bed with night tables on either side. Big curving windows overlooked the small city, heavy curtains were open. Their bed was turned down reveling soft cream colored sheers.
Sandy walked over to their windows to view out across the city. It was her town. Big fluffy snowflakes were falling past the window, going down landing on pavement, on a then darkening street below melting. Streetlights were starting to light up on as dark overcast sky slowly gave way to nightfall. Even rows of lamps on either side of street lighted the way for pedestrians and motorists alike. Street lights and neon lights reflected on wet streets shadows.
Silently Ian came up behind her placing his hands gently on her shoulders gently kissing her neck. His fingers gripped her jacket to slip it from her shoulder. Ian tossed it over with his own jacket on one of two matching chairs. Sandy kept looking out their window. She felt Ian's lips touch her neck from behind. Little hairs on the back of her neck prickled from tickle of his breath even before his lips caressed her.
She felt little goose-bumps on her arms beneath her soft blue blouse. Ian stood closer to her; so close she could feel his warm body heat. His hands slipped to her hips holding her tight to him. Ian's tongue traced a little path up her neck to her earlobes. He sucked each one into his mouth; first her right lobe and then the left.
Sandy twisted then turned from marvelous romantic city view stepping into his arms. Tightly and securely they kissed tenderly.
Ian had a bottle of chilled Champagne ready with two glasses to take edge off of night. He uncorking the bottle, he poured a bit in one glass, tasted it, and then filled both glasses, handing one to Sandy.
Raising his glass, he toasted Sandy, saying "Sandy we are here to make a vow of loyalty to each other, for now you are to become my mistress."
Sandy made a toast to Ian; "To you I say, we will grow old together and this will always be with us, these special feelings we share and enjoy. This is to and for our future."
With that toast they each had two more glasses, talking about their feelings, easing into the feeling of once again being together. Both Sandy and Ian began to feel a bit loose.
Both felt the looseness from alcohol beginning to react with their moment. Both wanted to touch, both needed to touch, to feel, to kiss, to lick, to suck, to taste, in a communion only shared between lovers.
Ian, impatient now, slid his hands over her breasts feeling soft mounds beneath her blouse. Her nipples quickly puckered. He could feel her nipples pushing out through her bra and blouse.
Sandy's breasts were swollen. He liked feeling her in his arms. She whispered his pleasure in his ear; "Oh Ian, baby".
He responded with gently tossing her head back baring a column of white throat for him caress with a long kiss. His hands reached for her blouse buttons, which he slowly unbuttoned. A few strands of her hair fell across her face in excitement, allowing pieces of silky hair to frame her pretty face.
Ian pushed her hair back from him by lightly placing his hands on her shoulders. Sandy's body was bathed in soft room light she looked luscious to him. He saw a pretty face with eyes glazed in passion; hair coming free to fall on her white soft shoulders.
Her swollen breast nipples made small circles poking through white bra lace. A little clasp in front between her breasts was waiting to be opened. Her tummy was slightly visible where the button of her tight jeans was still closed.
She is beautiful. Ian tells her again as he sits her on bed edge. Ian kneeling down lifts one of her legs, then tugs her boot slowly, following with the other foot. He feels her panty hose that she had described to him while chatting talking on internet when he would ask her what she was wearing. His hand was holding her ankle high removing her boot.
Coming forward, his fingers reach for her bra clasp. In seconds he unclasps her bra opening her bra, exposing her rounded breasts to his view and touch. His fingers reach gripping her nipples lightly between his thumb and forefinger. Sandy closes her eyes gasping in delight with his touch.
Ian asks her to stand up. She stands with his hand caressing gently between her legs. Through her pantyhose and thick jeans she can feel his touch, Ian can tell from a feel beneath his hand, that she is already moist, ready for him.
They have made love over three short weekends in evening hours after her husband had gone to work on Friday night, then again on Saturday. They had made love many times in their minds but this will really be their first long weekend from Friday night to Tuesday morning. Ian wanted to savor every feel, touch, and whisper from her lips. He wanted to commit it all to his memory. During long lonely times apart Ian could return to this moment in his mind helping him until they can see each other again.
