Jada stood outside the apartment building. Depressing the doorbell in front of her she stood waiting in anticipation as she heard the bell echo throughout the house. She stamped her feet in a vain effort to ward off the cold unsuccessfully. From deep within the house she could faintly hear music and footsteps softly growing louder as they neared the door. Jada gulped nervously as she straightened out her jet-black hair. She was dressed to kill, the figure hugging red dress caressed her frame to show off her curves. A plunging neck line showed off her ample breasts, obscuring the view but giving subtle glances as the dress moved on its own accord, teasing the viewer into thinking that they may get a better glance without actually doing so. The dress ended mid thigh to show off her long lithe legs, her legs tanned and dark due to the stockings their ends secured by suspenders and a garter belt. But it was Jada's face that left many men and women alike speech less. An exotic mixture of Spanish, czech, italian, and swedish gave rise to the perfect hybrid. Her face oozed sensuality and passion. Her eye's, like the coffee fields of Brazil were dark and strong. Her finely sculptured cheek bones, no doubt from her czech and swedish heritage gave her face a distinctively delicate composure.
She had never been so nervous as she had at this point in time though. For months she had talked to this person over the internet, sharing her fears, dreams and failures. He was the perfect man. Everything she had hoped for and more, looks, personality, sensuality. She forced herself to exhale when she found herself holding her breath in without realising.
A faint click filled the air and the door opened. Her internet lover stood in front of her dressed in a loose fitting button up long sleeved white shirt and jeans. Cael. He looked every inch better than his photo that he had sent her some weeks ago. Jada drank him in with her eyes as he stood there, grinning boyishly with a glass of wine in one hand, surveying her with equal intensity.
"Where are my manners? Please come in, you must be Jada I have heard so much about you."
Jada laughed nervously, breaking the ice between the two as she walked in. The lightly furbished apartment screamed out style as they wove their way inside to the lounge room. Music filled the air quietly, dispersing the silence and awkward tension. Jada screwed up her mouth in distaste when she was able to discern that the artist of the song was Coldplay. But deep down she chuckled, they both knew how much she disliked his taste in music. Cael chuckled when he saw Jada screw up her mouth in distaste.
Jada grinned when she saw Cael chuckling. There was a lot of tension in the air though as they settled down for a glass of wine, chatting about unimportant topics like the weather. The air was thick with sexual tension. Eventually the alcohol took effect as their discussions took on a more intimate turn of events. Jada had remembered all those lonely nights spent watching that white screen, waiting for a reply. Cyber sex or cyber reality? Countless situations, what he would do and the way he had described the events left her craving for more. It was almost real. Was she setting herself up for disaster? Either way she had to find out. For her sanity's sake.
There was a pause in conversation where Cael looked at Jada, his cobalt blue eye's looked at her unflinchingly as she returned his gaze. So many things were said in those few seconds yet not a word was uttered. The Whitlam's dimly continued to play in the background.
"Broad Horizon as I walk from your embrace, what I feel is nothing but the taste of you, I get buried in your mouth, I fall in, I don't care if I cant climb out..."
Cael looked at Jada, studying her eye's, drinking her in. Her pupil dilated as she returned the gaze. Leaning forward Cael let his fingers stroke down her face, as gentle as a feather he softly stroked her cheek as they continued to study each other with curiosity, their lips but a hair breadth apart. Jada closed her eyes as she leant forward, their lips finally meeting each other in an embrace of passion. The sounds of moistened lips filled their ears as Cael's tongue gently slid into her mouth, exploring the deep recesses of her soul. Cael broke their embrace, a thin trail of saliva, glistening silver in the light of the room connected his lips to hers, like a thin gossamer thread. Gently Cael sucked upon Jada's earlobe, gently teasing it and nibbling with his tongue, he felt her body shiver in rapture as he continued to move down, sending gentle kisses across her face to her slender neck, where he kissed her with more passion, his tongue sliding across her fragrant skin. Savouring her redolence. He felt her moan softly, her eye's heavy lidded with lust as he continued to caress her neck with his tongue.
Cael's hand's began to stroke Jada's breasts from outside the dress, lightly rubbing against the fabric with the palm of his hand as their lips met once again. Their tongues dancing against each other, sensuously sliding up against each other, dancing, teasing, skimming. Jada's hand reached behind her to undo the tie at the back of her dress, the top half of her dress fell away, exposing her bare breasts underneath, her dark nipples already erect and hardened. Cael began to lick at Jada's breast, his tongue gliding effortlessly against her satin skin, inhaling her intoxicating aroma. Jada wriggled out of her dress, she was naked except for her garter belt, suspender stockings and g-string. They were all black, her g-string was made of satin as it gleamed in the poor light of the room. Jada reached up to remove Cael's shirt as his hands began to glide up and down her spine. Stopping suddenly he looked up at Jada.
