Oh my God. Can you believe what just happened?
How I managed to make my legs work and my eyes focus sufficiently to do anything meaningful in the next few minutes was an amazing feat. I was stunned by the ferocity of sensations, of emotions that had overwhelmed me within just an hour. My head was pounding.
"Let's go to this quiet romantic little restaurant I know," Sasha suggested. "You weren't planning to go anywhere else tonight, were you?"
I actually did have a flight home reserved, but there was no question in my mind that I would
not
be on it
I have a vague recollection of straightening myself out in the bathroom and somehow walking quite a distance to the parking garage. We slid into his convertible. Before he started the ignition, I looked at him and he looked at me. "Oh... My... God," I said.
"Oh... My... God," he responded softly, putting his hand on my knee.
We picked up my suitcase from my rental car and sped out into the warm night, soon winding our way up a steep hill. He didn't speak, but that was fine with me.
Who is this guy?
I was startled by the thought that I didn't know that much about him. I'd heard that his family came over to the States, Chicago, I think, when he was a kid. Apparently things weren't easy, but he persevered, got scholarships, became the poster-boy for the American Dream. Smart as a whip.
And oh my god, does he know how to fuck me!
I looked away, transfixed by the lights, the wind. I was totally unable, or rather,
unwilling
, to estimate the impact of this encounter on my life beyond this night.
We pulled into a small restaurant in the hills. A man, presumably the owner, greeted Sasha warmly as soon as we entered. They conferred briefly out of my earshot before we were led to a table on a small deck lit by candlelight and Chinese lanterns. A bottle of champagne appeared and our glasses were filled.
"A toast to all things beautiful and exciting. A toast to you." Sasha lifted his glass towards me.
Still feeling blown away, all I could do was clink my glass against his.
"Now that we can breathe for a moment, I think we have some catching up to do! We really didn't get a chance to talk earlier," he said with a sly smile.
I could finally focus and was eager to find out what had happened since we last met. "I have a million questions! First of all, are you still with Terese? There was a rumor that you two ran off to Vegas and got married!"
"Well, yes, we did," he responded a little sheepishly. My heart sank. "Well, I did have to take care of that little green card issue. Since we had been hanging out together so long, we said, 'What the hell!' and did it. I was maybe a little embarrassed which was why I didn't invite anyone, or even let a lot of our friends know. Well, surprise, surprise, things didn't work out. We've been divorced for a few years now. What about you? You and Dylan didn't stay together right after school, did you?"
"Well, no. He couldn't handle the long-distance thing after I went to New York and he went back to Denver. At that time, it was just as well, considering how much traveling I was doing for work. But I love what I'm doing. I'm Executive Director for the Asian markets now! About three years ago, out of all the places in the world, I got transferred to..."
Before I could finish my sentence, a waiter placed a plate of oysters on our table. My eyes opened wide and I licked my lips in anticipation of the salty, slippery morsels.
"I think we need some nourishment," Sasha teased, lifting an oyster to my lips. "Open wide!"
"I always do, now don't I?" I parted my lips and let the oyster slide down my throat.
Our waiter brought another plate of seafood delicacies for us to share. Sasha constantly fed me little treats and kept urging me to drink more champagne.
"If you're trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me, you are succeeding admirably!" I was definitely tipsy now.
"We are going to get naked, you and I," he responded.
The image his words evoked sent tremors through my cunt. He intensified the sensation by sliding his stockinged foot up and down my leg. My eyes opened wide His toe parted my legs, making its way up the inside of my thigh, flicking at my crotch. I pushed my chair back and captured his foot between my knees.
"Naughty boy! Hold that thought for a little while. I have another oyster to eat!"
"Not too much longer, sweetheart. I really, really, really need to fuck you again!"
I didn't need much more encouragement to finish and head for the car. "Are we going to your place?" I asked.
"Well, no - someplace much better. As fortune would have it, I'm watching the house of one of our Board members for a few days. It is beautiful, with an ocean view - and wait until you see the - oh, no, just wait. John's a good friend of mine. I think he would approve if I had someone stay over - someone like you." He reached over and put his hand on the top of my chest, slipping his fingers down into my bra. I closed my eyes and grabbed the door handle for support as he caressed my nipple.
"Oh, don't, Sash! I'm going to come right here, right now. I want to save it."
"All right," he sighed. He removed his hand and started the car.
Being desired is truly the strongest aphrodisiac
. I never knew what that meant before. I smiled.
It didn't take long before we pulled up to a home on a cliff. From the driveway, you couldn't see much of the house, and I didn't know what to expect. When we got inside and Sasha turned on the lights, I was open-mouthed, yet again, with surprise. It was a superb place to call home -- windows on two sides looking out into the darkness, exceptional décor.
"Wow - you sure know how to pick your friends, especially those who need a favor!"
"Wait until you see this part," he said, grabbing my hand and leading me out one of the doors onto a huge deck. "I think we need to relax in here for awhile." He took the cover off a hot tub and turned a knob to start the jets. "Hold on a second."
He struck a match to light several candles on the railing above the tub. He flipped off the light switch, allowing the candles to provide a soft, very sensuous illumination.
He walked very deliberately over to the railing where I was standing. He took both of my hands in his. I looked up at his face.
"I'm so happy you showed up. I have never wanted someone as much as I do right now."
"Sash..."
He silenced me with a finger to my lips. He led me over a padded lounge chair. He sat beside me, reaching over to stroke my hair and my face. I slid his tie through the loop, and let it fall to the floor. I threw my legs over his lap and started to undo the buttons on his shirt. One by one they opened, revealing his muscular chest. He took his arms out of the sleeves, finally giving me a view of his bare torso.
I stroked his arm while he began to undo the buttons on my dress. There were quite a few, which made my anticipation mount. My abundant flesh swelled out as the top buttons came open -- down and down, more skin was revealed. He pulled me by the hand to a kneeling position; as my dress fell off, he rose in front of me. I immediately opened his belt, wrestled his pants open. They fell over his slim hips, revealing satiny boxer shorts, bulging out in front. I went to reach for his erection, but he took my wrist and put my arm down beside me.
"Not yet," he whispered.
He grasped the top of each of my arms and turned me around kneeling in the other direction. He slid his fingers down my back until they touched the hooks on my bra. In a second, the bra slipped down to the chair. He then slid his fingers down my back until they touched the top of my panties. He hesitated a second before sliding his finger down and around my buttocks. The panties dropped to my knees; I lifted one leg, then the other and kicked them free. He reached around me and lightly ran his fingertips over my nipples, then rolled them between his fingers.
"Turn around now."
I pivoted on my knees. He had slipped off his shorts, standing there, looking at me. Michelangelo could not have created a more perfect specimen of a man.
"I don't know where to touch you first," I said softly.
"Stand up," he told me.
