The morning sunlight of a bright spring day streamed in the window, bathing her lovely body in warmth. She lay diagonally across the king-size bed, fresh from her shower. He couldn't recall a more beautiful sight as he laid the single freshly picked rose on her pillow. Her white panties, gleaming in the bright light, caressed her mound, tented across from her hipbones to a delicious fullness of her tummy. She dozed -- her bra still in her hand ready to enclose the nipples that looked so inviting. His tongue ran across his lips as he studied the scene.
His robe fell open, prodded by his erect cock. He sat on the bed and gently parted her legs so he could lie on his stomach with his face close to her pantied mound. Leaning on his elbows, he continued his admiring gaze past the patch of hair faintly visible through her panties. His eye followed the slight bulge of tummy and beauty of her breasts to her face turned in silent slumber. He could hear her breathing, faintly. He paused a moment, drinking in the clear, clean scent of her freshly bathed body. Savoring the moment, he lightly kissed the summit of her body and left his lips there a moment as her scent filled his nostrils bringing back the thrill of the weekend they had shared.
It had been a little awkward at first; the newness of this tryst alone; their unfamiliarity with each other. After all, apart from the E-mail correspondence, they had only met the one time, in Chicago, and then they were not alone.....
”What if she can't stand me,” he remembered thinking.... ... “or, what if I can't stand being with her for this long?”
There was that risk, of course, but the fears were unfounded. In fact after the initial unease, the rest had been like two fine old friends reunited, linked by common likes and interests. Even the sex had come easily and softly, and inventive in the end.
He nuzzled her slit with the tip of his nose, pressing the nylon between her lips, and now teasing her clit with the gentlest touch. Looking up, he saw the smile play across her lips. Her hardening nipples were crisp above the conical hills of her breasts. They too, looked freshly scrubbed in the way unique to women. He felt his prick harden and struggle to get free from the weight holding it captive.
"MMnnnh", she moaned and moved against him, raising her knees slightly, so his mouth was over the little plain between her legs that surrounded the entry leading to the center of her. He could feel its warmth against his lips. "Oh yes .." He continued his caress and his hands followed the line of her hips and circled her breasts, just touching her nipples. "So .. perfect ..so lovely, You have made this so easy and comfortable. Thank you for that."
"It was you,, you know. You made it easy," he replied.
She looked down at him and smiled. "Well, maybe both, then! But, you know, it has been remarkable. Could have been a disaster. Easily. You know? Why am I here with a guy dumb enough to take such a risk? Especially one who makes eyes at me from such a strange position. What are you doing down there? ....NO, it's all right! Just stay there for now! I was just asking, can't a girl ask? Eh?"
Her smile spread broadly across her lovely face and then her eyes joined in. It was the smile born of deep friendship and trust. Strange that it could be shared by relative strangers. But then, some people know each other for years and are still strangers.
She had come off the plane last Friday after a quiet flight from Minneapolis and greeted him with a cautious smile. Their kiss on the cheek was brief and a little stiff. Then, carrying her bags, he had made small talk while they walked to the car and drove the five miles to home among the tree-clad hills of western Michigan. He waited a little anxiously while she changed clothes and then, at length, reappeared. He remembered her slightly quizzical look that changed quickly to a smile, as if she were testing you.
Dinner was excellent, the wine good, the waiter attentive, perhaps even engagingly flirtatious. Their knees touched beneath the crisp white tablecloth. She was enjoying herself. As she talked about home and her interests, he noticed the dress allowed a tempting view of her breasts. As she turned to speak to the waiter, he noticed how the white lace of her bra contrasted and accented the tan thrust of her breast. Dinner was a success. They were loosening up. She linked her arm in his as they left.
"It's here to the right. Just a short walk. Is that all right? Yes, it was and the spring breeze caught her light dress swirled around her legs as they made their way to the concert.
"How nice that Mozart is a passion of yours, too! She said. We have so many interests in common, haven't we?"
As the concert progressed, she turned slightly toward him and reassured him with her nyloned knee. His hand found hers and lay there in her lap. The heat of her firm thigh was enough to distract him from the music and focus his mind on this desirable new friend.
"How will this evening turn out?" he mused to himself.
She re-crossed her legs and kept his hand in her lap to enjoy the sensation of skirt and slip sliding seductively together over the smooth sheen of her stockings.
At home again, they toured the house ending in the little bar for a brandy.
Is that a hot tub out there she asked, I love hot tubs, don't you?"
Their knees touched as they faced each other on the high stools.
" Shall we ..?" he offered.
"Didn't bring a suit." She said, a little mockingly.
"Perhaps no one will notice" he teased, turning the single light off and standing up.
She loosened his tie. He unbuttoned her dress all the way down and it fell open revealing the lacy white bra and a half lip. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and dropped the slip to the floor. Stepping out of the ring at her feet, she stood before him, her panties and garter belt complementing the bra cradling breasts just right for her shape.
He knelt in front of her and unsnapped the garters from her nylons. Like a Renoir dancer, she placed her hand on his head for balance as he unrolled the stockings from one leg and then the other. His hands caressed the nylons down her thighs, past the back of her knees, down her shapely calves and then struggled to strip them off her feet. She had unsnapped her bra and held it still cupping her breasts. She smiled down at him and dropped the bra into his hands.
He stood up awkwardly and touched her breasts. Then tentatively, touched both nipples with the palm of his hands. Her nipples were special. Special in the pouty way they stood out and dominated her breasts with their perfect shape.
Stepping into the steaming water, he held a hand to steady her as she entered.
"Don't you want to take these off," he offered.
"I'll just leave them on, if that's all right."
"Sure, sure, whatever is comfortable"
The steam and warmth engulfed them and they sipped brandy contentedly.
The underwater lights lit up their bodies under the water and they laughed that the flimsy panties didn't give much modesty. The little patch of hair showed through the silky fabric, accentuating the vee at the top of her thighs.
