I was sitting alone at the bar nursing my rum & coke when I saw her making her way across the room towards me. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. Long, jet black, curly locks framed the face of an angel, and a jersey dress of deep magenta clung to her every curve. The scent of her intoxicating perfume filled my nostrils and I felt heat slowly rise to my face as she sat next to me.
With a very tentative voice she said "Rochelle?"
"Yes" I purred, "and you must be Dominique." Paul, our mutual friend who had set up the rendezvous, had not sufficiently prepared me for her beauty.
"You are so beautiful," I sighed. Perhaps I should not have been so bold as to voice my thoughts, but her reaction to my comment gave me all the satisfaction that I needed. A soft flush colored her cheeks and a sharp intake of breath told me that she felt it too - that current of electricity cursing between us.
For the next hour or so we talked and got to know one another a little better. Soon the drinks I had consumed, together with the hard, pulsating beat of the music, caused me to sway gently in my chair and my inhibitions began to diminish. I began a slow erotic appraisal of my newfound friend. My eyes lingered on her full, firm breasts as I ran my index finger lightly across my parted lips. As I imagined myself suckling and teasing her puckered nipples, they actually began to respond, straining against the fabric of her dress. She shifted her position, squirming under the raw desire of my gaze. I pulled my eyes away from her luscious body to once again rest on the delicate features of her face. Her deep blue eyes were smoldering, her full, sensuous lips inviting. Placing my hand lightly on her arm, I whispered, "Come home with me tonight."
As soon as we entered the privacy of my apartment and closed the door behind us, I placed my hands on her face and drew her lips down to meet mine. Slipping my skilled tongue between her quivering lips, I felt, rather than heard, the moan that escaped her throat. Reaching down, I took her by the hand and lead her to my living room. Sinking down into the softness of the plush sofa, I sat her on my lap facing me, her legs on either side of mine. This position permitted me access to every curve and crevice of her lovely body. Tugging on the edge of her dress I inched it up over her hips to reveal wispy, white satin trimmed in lace. Kneading the soft, pliable flesh of her thighs, I felt the stirrings of desire spreading throughout my own body.
"Take it off," I whispered, "I want to look at you." Her body trembling, she slowly pulled her dress up and over her head, emphasizing the smooth, taut muscles of her stomach and the fullness of her heaving breasts. Instinctively reaching for them, my hands caressed their soft undersides as my thumbs brushed and teased her large pink nipples. I heard her whimper as I bent to taste one, then the other, going painfully slow, enjoying the intensity of her reaction.
"Yes," she moaned, "oh yes!" I could smell her musky aroma and feel the heat of her desire through the fabric of her panties. Her breathing now becoming very ragged, I held her face in my hands and kissed her passionately, deeply, penetrating her very soul.
With slow and deliberate fingers, she proceeded to unbutton my blouse, brushing her palms against my now hardened nipples as she did so. A small gasp escaped her lips as she unsnapped my bra and gazed at my own full breasts as they spilled out into her cupped hands. Following my lead, she traced small concentric circles around and around my breasts before she finally reached my excited nipples. Warm and tender, she blazed a trail of desire across my breasts and down the sensitive skin of my rib cage. The lightness of her touch and the warmth of her hands sent shivers of excitement and anticipation throughout my body.
