I recall my date one Friday evening with Darius. He pulled up to the curb in front of my condo at six-thirty. We had decided to go out for dinner and a movie. When he came around to open my door, I stretched up on my toes and puckered my lips for a kiss. He surprised me by reaching under my skirt and pinching my right buttock. Right there we decided to skip the movie, grab some dinner and a nightcap at a landmark restaurant, and follow up with a memorable night of sexual healing with Darius. I'll give you a brief history on how we met before moving on to the nightcap and many hours of our sexual voyage.
I first met Darius at a fund raiser charity for children. He's a big supporter and contributor to the organization. It was during his speech to the institute that he drew my attention. His very deep, distinctive voice is the type that commands attention. As I walked past him into the dinning room of the hall where the benefit was held, our eyes met. I was captivated, as if the words he spoke were for my ears only. I felt this incredibly force of nervous energy come over me as he ended his speech. We stood there staring at each other for what seemed like time without end before he came over to introduce himself.
"I'm Darius, he said.
"I'm Lola,"
"How often do you volunteer here?" He asked.
"I volunteer twice a month usually on the weekend to avoid conflict with work."
We continued to converse during and after the fundraiser. He even assisted me and the other volunteers with cleaning and securing the building. He offered to give me a ride home in his long stretch limo, and I accepted.
There was no love making our first night, but after several dates we began a sweltering affair. Our love making episodes were always exhilarating. Darius and I both thoroughly enjoy oral sex; I especially enjoyed the taste and feeling of his hardness in my mouth. Being well endowed and experienced he made me feel alive and energized, but he loved to go downtown using only his tongue as a guide to my pink pearl.
His fervent kisses were enough to start my honey flowing, it helped to build up excitement for hours of foreplay. He certainly wasn't a selfish lover either; he wanted to know how to make love to my body. I love a man intelligent enough to ask instead of doing what he thinks I want him to do. We communicated well and he paid attention to all my cues, and soon knew my body very well. With the tip of his finger, he'd slowly trace the contours of my body...watching and listening to my reactions. His smell was intoxicating and we wore each others scent after every lovemaking session. Our adult playtime kept the spice in the fiery relationship.
I got a kick out of the mischievous pranks we played on each other usually during the most awkward times of the day. We'd take turns calling each other. My favorite time to call Darius was during meetings, and attempt to have phone sex with him. It made our sexual exploits much more pleasurable knowing we had lit the fuse to a carnal power keg with a tease at the work place.
Another favorite tease was a seduction dance I would perform for Darius. It begins with a slow ballad; I would sway my hips and motion with my finger tips while lip syncing in a silk baby doll I loved to showcase for him. After the dance he'd sit me on the bed and slowly stripped the nightie off of me before slipping between the sheets to make love.
Darius was amazing in bed and out of it. I lacked for nothing; if I wanted to go shopping for lingerie, he would take me so he could pick out the skimpiest material that left nothing to the imagination or the sexiest pair of shoes. Sure, I had my own money but if my lover wanted to purchase something special for me I had no problem with him buying it for me. Besides I have bought my share of sexy wear for him as well.
We had wonderful connections with the sale people of the lingerie stores and the adult markets. I was in shopping paradise with his credit card buying in high end name brand products. Sometimes I felt guilty after shopping, because I never expected to find a man so generous with his money, heart and love.
On this particular night, we decided to skip the movie and just had dinner and a nightcap a few blocks from Darius' Penthouse. When we walked into the restaurant people began to clap and whistle while chanting his name. I was embarrassed by the attention he was receiving.
I whispered to Darius. "I thought it was going to be a quiet evening for us."
