I knew tonight was the night for us. You and I have been going out for some time, but never have made love before tonight. I have been begging you for weeks to make love to me, but you would always smile and say "good things come to those who wait." Finally, you call me in the middle of the night, awakening me from sweet dreams, telling me to come to your apartment, and please hurry. Not knowing what to expect, I jump out of bed, throw a pair of blue jeans on, grab an old T-shirt of mine, and run out the door and drive to your apartment as quickly as I can. I run up the stairs of your building, not wanting to wait for the elevator, and by the time I make it to the fifteenth floor, I am out of breath and sweaty from my fifteen story run. I make my way to your apartment and unlock your door and step inside, expecting some kind of emergency.
I don't expect what I see. The lights in your two-room apartment are out, but your living room is dimly light by several candles around the apartment. Your sofa bed is extended, covered by your favorite grey satin sheets. The curtains are drawn, soft music is playing in the background, and there is a plate of fresh fruit and a chilled bottle of wine on your side table. The sweet smell of potpourri fills the room, I know how you love the smell of vanilla and cherries. I look around for you, and say your name into the darkness to see if you are here.
"Here I am," you say as you step out of the bathroom. You are breathtaking, your long, dyed white, silky hair cascading down around your shoulders and back, its soft strands alluringly covering your soft, healthy skin; your big, enthralling blue eyes glimmering in the candlelight; and you are wearing your silk bathrobe and that white lace teddy, garter, thong, and fishnet stockings from Victoria's Secret that I thought you and I were picking out for your sister's wedding. Your sweet perfume fills the room, removing all thoughts not of you from my head as you approach me, slowly, flashing that dazzling, million-dollar smile of yours. I can't believe that I found such a beautiful, sweet, charming woman like you to be my girlfriend; I thought the kind of lady like you only appeared in romantic movies. You step up to me, flashing that smile of yours, and slowly kiss me, allowing your body to brush against mine ever so slightly. I feel your lips surround mine, and your sweet, silky tongue enter my mouth as you lock your eyes with mine and continue to kiss me deeply.
We continue to kiss for a few minutes, until you step back and walk over to the sofa bed. You pick up a strawberry from the bowl of fruit, and beckon to me to join you on the bed, continuing to smile in that charming manner of yours. First, I want to get these old, dirty, sweaty clothes off, so I disrobe in the bathroom and put on my red terry cloth bathrobe of mine that I left over here when I have to stay over or need to shower or whatnot. I join you in your living room, where you have produced a bowl full of cream and are now sitting on the bed, enjoying a strawberry covered in that cream. I sit beside you and kiss you again, tasting the strawberry on your breath.
Without saying a word, you pick up another strawberry, dip it in the cream, and hold it for me to eat. I eat the strawberry out of your hand, pausing to lick the drop of cream that you got on your finger. You then motion for me to lay down on the bed, flashing that disarming smile of yours, and I do so unable to resist your charm. You slowly undo the knot on my bathrobe, and part it, exposing my body to you. You then bend over and kiss my chest gently, and begin to run your soft hands up and down my body, giving me chills at your expert touch. You then pick up another cherry from the bowl of fruit, and dip it in the cream, careful to get as much cream on the strawberry as you can, and then run the piece of fruit up and down my body, creating little lines of cream to appear all over my body. You finish by putting a double helping of cream on the tip of my penis, eating the strawberry that seconds before touched my body all over, and again looking up at me with that smile of yours that I cannot resist.