Sean opened the door. He didn't know what to think. His emotions were mixed between bliss, surprise, shame, anticipation, and disbelief. So, he said nothing.
"I guess formality is a bit awkward at the moment?" Sandra asked. She was wondering if knocking had been a good idea. She was so titillated but also beginning to recover her senses.
"Sorry! Hi, I'm Sean. Yes, come in, please. Um. Well. I've got no way to explain myself. I had no idea that blind was open. It's always closed. My cleaning lady must have left it up. I'm so embarrassed. I'm terribly sorry."
He was also extremely turned on. Being caught masturbating was one of his go-to fantasies. But he never imagined his fantasy would come true. He also never considered what the consequences might be if it did!
"You didn't look too embarrassed just now as you ejaculated all over your window." Sandra blurted out. Not usually that snarky, the mix of erotic energy and the enduring effects of earlier cocktails spurred her audacious attitude. She was going to have sex with Sean. She knew it and if he didn't, he was about to find out.
Sean's face turned red. His shyness enveloped him. He was desperate for a reply. Something sexy or witty. But a good response escaped him. Instead, he reached out for her hands and pulled her into his arms. He offered her a searing, sensual kiss.
He guided her into the foyer and shut the door behind her. His lips engaged hers. He pushed her wet rain coat off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She reached behind herself to unzip her little black dress.
Sandra pulled away. "Wait!"
Sean didn't want to wait and leaned in to kiss her again. She countered his lean by leaning back, dodging his kiss.
With a wily grin, she stepped out of his arms and around him into the living room. She pulled his blind down to cover his window. "You never know who might be walking by!"
She turned to him and lifted the hem of her dress, revealing well-toned quads. Up the dress went, inch by inch it. Slowly sliding up her legs to the point that her red silk panties were peeking out below the hemline.
Sean stood staring. Mouth open. Delighted. He made a mental note to give the cleaning lady a raise. He walked to the bar across the room and silently motioned toward her, asking without words if she'd like a drink. She nodded. He poured her a glass of whiskey.
He placed it on the coffee table in front of her and then stepped back and watched his new friend take her turn at exhibitionism. Her dress rolled upward until he saw the slightest hint of silk from her matching red bra. The cups peeked from the bottom of her dress. Her belly was tan and curvy. She was a fit, strong woman but the curves she revealed also made her quite feminine. The sight of her in her red lingerie against her tan skin and bodacious body had him pulsing inside his trousers.
Sandra dropped her dress to the floor behind her. Silence came over the room. The music had ended. The sound of the rain had passed and was no longer pounding against the glass. The only sound was their breath. They hesitated a moment in an attempt to understand the situation. They were both consumed by lust for one another.
Sean held out his hand, "Follow me." She took it and followed him down the hall into his bathroom.
Standing on the tile floor, he was glad the cleaning lady had come earlier. The bathroom was sparkling. "Not bad for a bachelor! You are a single man, right?" She asked.
He offered another kiss and asked, "Would I be jacking off alone with my whiskey on Friday night if I was taken?" He pulled her body tight against his. He felt her skin covered in goosebumps. Her short, dark hair was still wet from the rain. He turned around and opened the hot water faucet in the shower.
While he wasn't the athlete he once was, Sean's body was appealing. She liked that he was manscaped and somewhat muscular. He had ivory skin. He was taller than she, which she liked. And his legs!
"Do you just work out with your legs all day?" She asked giggling.
Sean blushed "My mom made me ride my bike everywhere. I lived on a big hill."
"But your calves! They are so sexy!"
"Lots of soccer. Kind of dislike gyms and such. I prefer to be outside for exercise."
"Mind if we stay in tonight?" She asked with a smile.
"You don't want to go back out in that storm, do you? Belgian weather can be so unforgiving this time of year!" Sean finally had a witty reply.
The rainfall showerhead soon had the room full of steam. He let the water fall against his wrists until he found the right blend of hot and cold and turned to face Sandra. As he administered to the water, she admired the nude man in front of her.
His bottom was taut and spankable. His hamstrings equally as strong as his quads. They reminded her of the legs on her college crush on the rugby team. His back was lean and formed a 'v' shape up to his broad shoulders. She noticed the grey attempting a hostile takeover on his head. She found it distinguishing.
He turned around, never realizing she was taking inventory of his body, reached behind her and deftly unclasped her bra with his thumb and forefinger. She allowed the bra to fall forward off her arms and onto the floor.
"Do you want me to hang that up?" he asked.
She rolled off her wet panties and handed them to him with the sexiest little grin.
"Sure!"
Sean gasped. As she stood before him, his eyes absorbed the beauty of her body. His eyes momentarily noticed the tuft of brown hair down there. He was so glad she had left some hair there. He didn't want to stare but was finding it hard to resist the temptation.
He stood back, loosened his tie and pulled it over his head. He unbuttoned his shirt and hung it on a hook with her bra and panties. Both took a moment, appreciating the eroticism in the air. Sandra stepped into the shower. He followed her and closed the shower door.
The water cascaded from above, rinsing away the cold storm water and warming their bodies.
Sean loved an athletic woman. Was she a soccer player, too? A swimmer probably. Her legs represented hours of exercise of some kind. Her bottom was so tight and round. Her skin was the color of caramel. She had tan lines on her bottom that seemed right off the image on a sunscreen bottle. Her curves everywhere were adorable. He found her body to be the sexiest he'd ever seen. She was a confident, pretty and sexy woman.
It wasn't long before he noticed her amazing breasts. The lighter skin from where her bikini top had covered contrasted with her natural tan. How had he not noticed his neighbor had such magnificent tits? They hung with wonderful proportion. He guessed them to be D cup in size. He was longing to feel their heaviness. Her cute, small, brown nipples dared to be sucked, they were so hard. Goose bumps surrounded the edge of her areola. He looked up to her russet eyes and realized he had been caught ogling her.
She smiled. She enjoyed the attention and the unspoken compliment his eyes communicated.
He joined her under the steamy waterfall and pulled her in close for a kiss. She pushed her tongue into his mouth. Their two tongues collided and swirled around one another. Their hands explored each other's body. Sean grabbed her ass with one hand. With his other, he held her behind the neck and gently tugged at her short hair while his kiss moved to her neck.
Her hands roamed over his chest and shoulders. She felt him further harden against her. Instinctively, she looked down. She saw his penis pulsing against her hip. It was circumcised and thick. Feeling it throb against her was tantalizing but she didn't reach to it. Not yet. Instead, she ran her nails down his back. She nibbled his ear lobe with her tongue while he bit her neck gently. Her sensual touches raised the hair on his arms and neck and had his hardness yearning to be touched.
Sandra was starting to see Sean loved making out as much as she did. He wasn't rushing. He was taking his time. Softly kissing one moment, kissing passionately the next. He was patient, purposeful and careful not to press too quickly. Both of them possessed strong skills in the art of making out. She wished this moment could last forever.
Sean took advantage of the freedom Sandra granted his exploring hands. He let them roam everywhere around her delicious curves. He treasured tracing a woman's twists and turns with his eyes, hands, or mouth. The more curves the better! He took pleasure mapping the cambers of female beauty in his mind. To him, a woman's beauty was a natural example of perfection. Being allowed to explore that perfection without limit was his own heaven.
Sean used his imagination to extend the real curves of a woman into the Fibonacci sequence often found in nature. The form can be coaxed by imagination from the bend of her ear lobe or the sweeping turn of the hips. The beauty of women, in his opinion, radiated out from within, the greatest of all golden spirals.
