We leave early for dinner, and then relax over a nice long dinner, while we drink a bottle of wine. After dinner as the sun begins to set, we stroll out to the car. As we walk, I move closer and lift my arm across your shoulders so you are tucked under my arm. Having your body pressed up against mine has an immediate effect on me as I imagine the possibilities. How you will react to my attempt at seduction? If I an successful, how will you taste, how will you react to my touch, and most importantly if I am successful in my attempt, can live up to what you expect in a lover?
We drive off into the country, to my favorite place for stargazing, a secluded meadow, with a small hill in the middle. As we drive along, you slide over next to me and once again your body is pressed against mine, and the scent of your perfume rises up to me where I inhale the gentle scent that reminds me of the way the evening air smells after a spring shower.
When we arrive at the meadow we park and I quickly unpack the car, then we climb our way up the hill. You volunteer to set up the supplies as I set up the telescope and align it for the best view of the heavens as I promised. I stop in the midst to enjoy the sight of your graceful movements, and my mind wanders back to a more earthly form of heaven that I hope awaits me later this night. I turn back to setting up the telescope, hoping that this night may have more shows than just the Perseid meteor showers.
After we get everything set up, we still have a little time to kill before the best time to see the meteor showers. So I suggest we turn on the radio. When you agree, I turn it to a station that plays soft romantic music. A slow song comes on, and I take you in my arms and we slow dance to the music. As the stars and the moon watch us dance, you lay your head against my shoulder. As we keep dancing, our eyes meet and then our lips meet in that first kiss. At first I am hesitant, but then you don't pull away which =h encourages me to make it a long passionate kiss. By the time we pull apart, the meteor showers are becoming dense enough to give a great showing. I am thankful for this, since I was beginning to get aroused and I don't want to be too overt in my seduction of you.
I make the final adjustments for the telescope, and gaze at the meteors, I become so fascinated, that if it weren't for the touch of your hand on my arm, I would have forgotten you were even there. As you pull me away, I notice softness of your hands, and get a good look at the shape of your breasts as they strain against the material of your blouse.
As you look through the telescope, I open the bottle of wine we brought with us, and pour myself a glass. Then I lay back on the blanket sipping on the wine, dividing my time between watching the sky, and watching you. This goes on until I've almost finished the glass of wine, when you turn around and catch me admiring the view here on earth.
Smiling you ask, "enjoying the view?" I just lift the bottle and the glass in an unspoken question. When you nod your head, I pour a glass for you and top mine off. We sit watching the meteors and sip on our wine. As we gaze at the meteors and stars, we make small talk. As we talk about what a lovely night it is, I reach over into the picnic basket, and then hand you a single red rose. Then my arm slides around your waist, holding you close to me. We both stop talking for a while as I allow you time to get comfortable with my attentions. We sip on our wine until the silence begins to get awkward. As we both turn to look at each other to say something, your forehead bumps my nose. This sets us off laughing at our selves, breaking the tension, which has built up. I take the wine glasses and set them aside.
When I turn back to you I gently take your face in my hands and turn it up to face me, so I can kiss you. As we are kissing, I feel you relaxing, and I take this as a sign that you are ok with my intimacies. After breaking off the kiss, I move behind you and begin to massage your neck and shoulders. As your muscles relax, I lean forward and kiss the back of your neck. Since you don't move away from me, I allow my hands to slide down your arms, and I start massaging your upper arms. As I massage them, my fingers "accidentally" graze the sides of your breasts. I enjoy the sensation of them, soft yet firm. Confident that you are relaxed and used to my hands on you, I move so I am facing you again. I start massaging your shoulders again.
I gaze into your eyes, watching them as I reach for the top button on your blouse. As I undo the button, my fingers tremble with anticipation, delight and nervousness. I softly whisper one word, "ok?" In silence you take my hands, and guide them down to the next button. I then eagerly begin undoing your buttons, stopping after I have done enough buttons that the top of your blouse eases from the strain of covering your ample chest. I can see the beginning of your bra cups in the gap left open. White lace entices me, as it catches the starlight, it seems to call to me to touch it. I slowly reach out and slip my hand in and cup your breast. I can feel the wonderful warmth of you thru the lace and the softness and texture of your bra. I let my hand rise up to your bare skin. Feeling the silky smoothness of your skin excites me even more and arouses me to full hardness. Hard pressed to go slow, I go back to unbuttoning your blouse, I want to just rip it off and bury my face in your ample charms.
After I get your blouse completely unbuttoned, it hangs open from the top down to the waist of your skirt where it is tucked in. I reach forward and run my hands down your front from the shoulders, down over the swell of your breasts, pausing to tweak your nipples as the strain against the material of your bra. I continue running my hands down over the rest of your bra, and onto your stomach. I enjoy the feel of your voluptuous curves that assure me you are a real woman. So many women feel that being emaciated is sexy, I don't know why this is so, but it seems to be a facet of our modern culture, no other time in history has mankind ever desired women who were all bone. I enjoy a woman who is well rounded, and actually has curves. I enjoy tracing those curves with my eyes, hands, lips & tongue.
I kneel in front of you and push your blouse down over your shoulders and down onto your arms, pinning your arms down to your sides. This leaves your neck and shoulders exposed to my attentions. I lean over you and start nibbling on your left ear lobe As I so, I whisper in your ear "I want to taste every part of you." I don't know if it's the cool night air, my words or my breath in your ear, but a shudder runs down your body. I kiss my way down from your earlobe to your jaw. As I kiss and nibble my way along your jaw, my hands gently massage your shoulders. I work my way back along your jaw, and then I start down your neck. As I do I kiss, lick and suck on your lovely neck, but not hard enough to leave any marks. Then I reach your shoulder, and continue kissing and nibbling along it. As I do I can taste you, a combination of your perspiration, the soap you use, and something else that I can't identify. When I reach the strap of your bra, I realize it is in the way and must be removed. I move the strap aside, and continue along your shoulder until I reach the end.