Her dark blue-green eyes glittered mysteriously in the mirror before her. Was this the same woman who hours before had been sitting around moping in a worn terrycloth bathrobe? She could hardly believe the transformation in herself in such a short period of time. She was tall, the stiletto heels adorning size 7 feet turned proudly against the shiny hardwood floor beneath her feet. Sheer black stockings hugged her calves, reaching to mid-thigh, where the soft lace of a garter teased her ivory flesh.
Her short skirt swayed slightly with the motion of her hips as she turned before the mirror. One hand pressed upon her side, her thumb stroking across the line of her ribs, palm sliding over the flat plane of her stomach, a long, French manicured nail teasing around her bellybutton. She tilted her head to the side, wispy strands of hair falling from the twist her lustrous black hair was swept into. Tonight was the night.
Would he want her? She ran the tip of her tongue slowly over pearl white teeth, her soft pink lips pushing into a small pout. She slid her palms up her stomach, over the silken material of her pearl colored blouse. The material shimmered under her fingers, goose-bumps pricking on her flesh as her thumbs found the peaks of her nipples, visibly hardening as her index finger stroked over, pinching them slowly as she slid her thighs apart. Tilting her head back and closing her eyes, one hand slowly slid down her stomach. Her muscles tightened, soft butterflies dancing in her stomach as her nails reached the waistline of her skirt. Just as she was about to dip her fingers within, the doorbell rang.
Wetness crept between her thighs. Would he like her? Having only spoken to him on the telephone and the Internet, she thought perhaps he would not find her as sexy as he had claimed. She reached for the shiny brass doorknob, turning it slowly as she sucked her breath in through her teeth. She swung the door open and took as step back, tilting her head up to meet the eyes of the man before her. He looked just like his pictures. Several inches taller than her, his golden, olive colored skin was a dark contrast to the brilliant white of her own.
He smiled at her, his milky chocolate eyes warming as they took her in from head to toe. She was beautiful, just a touch of a shy smile curling her lips as she motioned for him to enter. She had told him if he wanted her, to take her. Her animal magnetism drew him toward her as she took small steps backward into the living room. Soft flames lapped at the wood in the fireplace, bathing the room in dim light. One eyebrow tilted upward as he neared her, her eyes shimmering softly as her smile broadened. She reached her hands out toward him, softly stroking her thumbs up to his palms, circling slowly against his palms as she sat with him.
He leaned toward her. How could he resist the look in those eyes? He knew that perhaps he should wait, should speak. Something should occur between them first, they must slow down. Even as these thoughts whirled in his mind, his heart and soul told him differently. Her lips parted slightly, the pink of her tongue stroking over them. Her saliva glimmered, a small intake of her breath, her mouth begging him to kiss her. She need not do another thing as his large, slightly rough palm cupped the back of her neck, his thumb stroking along her hairline as his lips covered hers. He could feel the pulse of his heart travel through his body, settling on his cock as it strained against his slacks.
His body was aflame as his tongue coaxed her mouth open, tasting of her sweet breath as his free hand drifted down her back. His fingertips traced every bump of her spine, softly kneading at her tender flesh as her thumbs stroked just below his ears, a slight whimper escaping her mouth, barely making a noise beneath the heat of his kiss. The hand behind her neck moved slowly down her side, covering her stomach and stroking over it. Her body arched toward his as he laid his body atop hers, her legs sliding up over his own. His grew hotter and drew his lips from hers; nuzzling warm wet kisses down her neck, and into the hollow of her collarbone. Her head tilted back as she drew in a breath, her palms traveling up his back, fingertips grasping his shirt as she pulled it over his head.