The night was coming soon. Even now, the last few rays were sweeping from his living room, up the walls, and disappearing from view. He hoped that tonight would be The night, but there was nothing there to suggest it would be. The plans were casual. A simple dinner, some music and talk, and then, who knew? He was nervous, and promptly berated himself for that. He had done this before, why should he be anxious now? The simple rhythms of preparing the food calmed him down. The salad was assembled in short order, red leaf and Romaine lettuce, black olives, artichoke heats, croutons, and a simple vinaigrette dressing. Red raspberry vinaigrette, to be sure, a minor indulgence but one he felt she would agree to. She had, after all, insisted this be a simple meal.
She dressed carefully, but casually. This would be the night, if she had anything to do with it. They had danced around this long enough, and even if she had to throw him down, it would happen. Her hands shook slightly as she put on her necklace, a simple strand of pearls that set off the tan she had been working on. A blue silk blouse, and smooth black skirt, with matching shoes completed the look. Soft, but not easy. She examined her make-up in the mirror, and smiled. She looked great. Just a hint of the make-up, but not enough to look made up. Lipstick, and she was done. She wondered what he was thinking about, and realized it couldn't be more explosive than her own thoughts. Tonight, indeed.
He lit the candles. She'd be here soon, and he wanted the effect ready for her entrance. Music they agreed on was already playing softly in the background, and the wine was chilling. It was as prepared as he could make it. The "Queer Eye Guys " would be proud. Not that he needed their approval, but the show had its moments. He walked out on the patio balcony, and watched the sky cool to a darker blue. The wind slowed with the setting of the sun, and only the occasional warm draft of air was left to remind one of the day.
She knocked, and heard no answer, only the sound of music, faintly. She tried the door, and it was open. She saw him on the patio balcony, and went to join him. She slipped her arm in his, and said, "Hey Mister, buy me a drink?" He smiled, kissed her briefly on the lips, and said "Sure. What would you like?" She asked for the wine they had both learned to like, the wine now chilling in the other room. He returned with an open bottle, and two glasses. He poured one, and handed it to her by the stem, then poured himself one.
"Cheers" both said.
"I hope you didn't go to too much trouble. I just wanted a quiet night with you." She said.
"No," he replied, "No trouble at all. Baked salmon with fresh ginger, basil and lemon butter sauce, tri-colored rotini with extra virgin olive oil, and asparagus with Hollandaise sauce."
"Sounds delicious."
They ate quietly, enjoying the evening and the food. When it was over, he poured a brandy for each, and they sat of the sofa in front of the fireplace. He put a fresh log on the fire, and then stretched out next to her.
"Charles," she said. "I want to talk to you."
"I thought that was what we were doing, Jamie," he said with a slight grin.
"No, I serious. We haven't, you know yet, and I haven't pushed on why. And I'm not going to now. But whatever your hang-ups have been, you better get over them now, buster, because tonight is the night."
He started to grin again, but saw she was dead serious. His heart started racing, and he felt a flush flow into his face. A slight twinge in his guts.
"Ok, if that is what you really want."
He leaned over and kissed her quietly, and then with more intensity. He picked her up, and took her into the bedroom. He unbuttoned her blouse, and ran his hands over her back, stopping only long enough to unhook her bra. He let if fall to the floor, and he completed his tour of her back, while indulging in a long, slow kiss. He took his shirt off, and held her again, this time letting the heat from their bodies build. Her skirt and panties followed more quickly, as did his pants and other clothes. He pulled her to him, and she felt him hard against her stomach.
"Well, at least he wasn't worried about being too small. That feels to be more than enough."
She went back to the kiss, and ran her hands over his strong back and shoulders, then down to his firm ass. He led her to the bed, turned it down, and put her in the middle of it. He kissed her on the forehead, the bridge of the nose, in between her breasts, down to her navel, and then, by inches, went lower. He reached her freshly trimmed patch, and just breathed on it. The warmth of his breath made her jump. He kissed her once, twice three times on the hair, each time with his tongue going into it a little more. He finally pushed all the way into her slit, and found her already wet. He parted her lips with his tongue, and fucked slowly into her with it. She jumped even more, and felt things starting for her. He took his time, and kept going into her until he heard her breath started to get more ragged. The he moved up just the least little bit, until; he found her clit. He circled it with his tongue, coming into harder contact with it. She started to moan, not, and put her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. He worked faster on her clit now, even grazing it with his teeth, and then put his finger inside her, working a twin rhythm with increasing fervor. She didn't last long, cumming with a vengeance, over his face. She bucked into his mouth, and gasped long ragged bits of breath, coming down only slowly.
When she was done, he kissed her right thigh, and then went up her right side, varying only long enough to kiss and suck on both breasts, teasing the nipples, and leaving them damp. Then up to the neck, and up her right cheek, across her forehead, and the lightly on both eyelids, and down the other side of the face. Only then did he kiss her on the mouth, but made up for lost time when he got there.
She hardly noticed that he had moved up on her, and had his cock lined up with her. He entered her with one long, slow stroke, filling her completely. She sighed with pleasure, and rose to meet him. His thrusts came slowly at first, then more hurried as his urgency built. She went along for the ride, and felt her pleasure rise with his. When he finally pushed her legs up hear her head, so he could get maximum penetration, she was delirious. He final thrusts were almost frantic, and her slipped over the edge into another orgasm. He came, with a strangled cry, nearly blacking out. He felt his heart pounding as hard as it ever had, and then felt himself feeling empty. He felt so good he barely noticed the slight twinge. He got a warm washcloth, and cleaned them both up and they lay back on the bed, savoring the moment. It was nearly half an hour later when he stroked her hair, and pulled her into him and he kissed her. He pulled her head over his, so she was above him, and then he pulled more of her on top of him until he was nearly under her. Then she felt his hardness, and understood what was happening. She rose above him, found him with her hand, and slowly sank onto him. She leaned forward until she felt that special angle, and then ground down into him, feeling that special tingle grow until she was bucking hard against him, exploding his delight. He rolled her over without ever leaving her, and mounted his own furious attack, holding nothing back as their bodies slipped with the light coating of sweat that covered them both. He followed her with an eruption that seemed to come from some secret deep space within him. Afterwards, there was only the sound of heavy breathing. He got up put on his robe, and gave her one he had bought for her. They went into the living room again, and curled up on the couch.
"I hope you don't feel you have to go all Superman on me". She said.
"Superman? What does that mean?" he asked
"Some guys feel they have to go to extremes all night long, and just end up leaving you sore. You don't feel you have anything left to prove, do you? Especially after that. It was incredible."
He slimed, "No, no Superman. But there are other things I'd like to do, and other places to explore." He looked at her, gauging her reaction.
"Other things," she thought. "Oral, or anal also. Well, I started this, I should at least try whatever he wants to try, at least once."
"Ok, but go easy."
"Agreed."
He kissed her neck, and pulled her heard onto his shoulder, taking a drink of the brandy.
They stayed like that for the next half hour. Then his hand slipped between the folds of the robe, and found her breast. He caressed it, savoring it's fullness, and shape. He teased the nipple erect, to match his own growing arousal. She noticed the bulge growing in his lap.
"Someone's feeling frisky. Ready for more?" She asked.
