After having spent such a perfect afternoon in bed with her, I found myself eager to further explore the sensual possibilities of Kathleen. A previously planned trip to the mainland however, to conduct a workshop on real estate exchanges prevented me from getting together with her for the next two weeks. Midway through my trip I called her at work and we talked for a few minutes but the presents of clients in her office precluded any intimate conversation so we simply made a date for dinner upon my return from New York.
During my trip, I was surprised at the number of times thoughts of Kathleen came to mind. I realized I was possibly more smitten than I had thought when I passed on an obvious invitation to get better aquatinted with one of the women assigned to help with the logistics of my seminar. As I contemplated returning her interest, it occurred to me that, although she was a very stunning and intelligent lady in her late twenties who could have held her own in a Playboy layout, I really wasn't interested. I had been aware for some time that beauty in a woman and sensuality are often not synonymous but had never before had I let that knowledge stop me from the pursuit of possible pleasure. This time however, while I enjoyed the eye candy, I longed for the more substantial fare I anticipated finding at home.
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After surviving a long flight home and spending the next day slogging through the piles on my desk that always seem to greet my return from mainland trips, I was more than eager as I approached Kathleen's house at seven that evening. I had been celibate for the past two weeks and hoped she was not looking forward to a leisurely dinner downtown.
To say that her mood matched mine would be a gross understatement. Swinging the door wide, she stepped into the doorway and suddenly I was overwhelmed, first by the sight and smell of her, than by the sound of her laughter, and finally by her feel and taste as she moved her large softness against me, slid her arms around my neck and pressed her open mouth against mine, forcing her tongue between my lips. Without thought my hands reached around her massive form to grasp her hips, sinking into the soft pillows of flesh and slipping sensuously against the nylon of her peignoir, lustfully pulling her more tightly against me. As I struggled to recover from my surprise and delight, it occurred to me that we would dining in that evening. My next thought was to wonder if two weeks of celibacy was enough for the ordeal of the night ahead.
When she finally came up for air, she leaned back in my arms while still pressing her bulging tummy against my rampant cock. "I thought perhaps we'd have hors d'oeuvres here first," she said with a naughty grin. "It feels like you might agree," she continued, sensuously flexing her hips as her abdomen massaged that most obvious sign of my arousal.
"Only if the hors d'oeuvres come wrapped in a sexy negligée," I replied.
"Will this one do?" she asked, stepping back into the room and slowly turning to show me her abundant charms, displayed for my viewing pleasure in a white teddy. Her huge breasts strained the lacy cups to overflowing and bulged over the deep décolleté, threatening to burst out into my hands. As she turned, the French-cut legs of her outfit framed the bare flesh of her broad hips, her full round thighs encased in sheer stockings, all clearly visible through the transparent peignoir draped from her shoulders. I realized I was almost panting at the possibilities for pleasure within the opulent softness of this bountiful earth goddess.
"Perfect," I answered, following her into the house, shutting the door behind me and walking over to take her into my arms again. As our tongues writhed together in another lubricious kiss, I felt her body shift slightly away from me, then a tugging at the front of my pants, and finally her soft fingers as they reached into my shorts and closed around my rampant cock. As she began to stroke the rigid shaft, my hips jerked in spasms and I almost lost my cool into her caressing fist.
"My, aren't we on a hair trigger tonight," she remarked as she sensed the closeness of my climax and reluctantly pulled her hand from my pants.
"I'm just glad to see you," I answered, grinning.
"I'm surprised those New York ladies left me any," she laughed. "I guess they aren't as friendly as they're reputed to be."
"Oh, they tried, but there just weren't enough of 'em."
"Oh, really? And just how many of them do you require?"
"Only one, but I couldn't find even one with enough of her to be worth my while. I think you've cured me of bony women," I quipped to her surprised laugh as she got my pun.
"Well, I guess that's just their loss," she answered, giving me a quick peck on the cheek to acknowledge my complement. "You know," she continued, changing the subject, "if I'm going to abuse your body all night, I suppose I really should make sure you have enough nourishment to keep up your stamina. I've got some cold roast beef and the fixin's for sandwiches. Interested?"
"Sure, that sounds good. Besides anticipation only fans the flames."
"Spoken like a true hedonist," she replied as I followed her into the kitchen. "I have a friend who maintains that true hedonism demands total discipline but I've never had enough discipline to test her theory so I can't say for sure if she's right or not."
"That is an in interesting theory. I'm inclined to agree with it except it needs research to determine the point at which delaying pleasure deprives you of it instead of heightening it. I suspect that point is different for each person. How about your friend, has she been able to test her theory?"
"I doubt it. She's just as horny as I am," she grinned. "You know," she continued, changing the subject again, "if you'd like, there's some of my brother's clothes upstairs which he keeps here for when he visits to run on the beach. I think there's a pair of shorts that should fit if you want to get more comfortable."
