** Authors note - This story was inspired by and is dedicated to my dear e-friend, Trish. Thank you, Kitten! **
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"What a nice place you have," you say to me, as you step into my home. You smile teasingly, "I didn't think a man could ever be this neat."
"Thank you," I say with a sardonic grin, "I find it's easier to be neat. Do you mind leaving your shoes here? May I take your jacket and would you like something to drink?"
"Fresh! I've just walked in and already you're taking my clothes off," you say, looking down coyly, then you smile to let me know you're joking. "I am thirsty, a glass of water would be nice." You step out of your pumps, then slip off the short sleeved bolero vest, and hand it to me.
You are resplendent in a rich, pink, silk dress, patterned with small red flowers. The sleeveless dress clings to your body, from the one-button straps at your shoulders, to your belted waist, down snugly over your hips and bottom, then flowing gracefully to just above your knees.
Once again this evening, I am mesmerized by your beauty, from your blond, curly hair hanging below your shoulders, to your dimpled cheeks, down to your small, pink toenails, you are a masterpiece of feminine sensuality.
"Water?" you say, breaking me out of my trance.
"Right! Sorry!" I hang up your vest, then turn on a light in the great room. "Please make yourself at home."
Slipping into the kitchen, I emerge a few moments later with two glasses of ice water. I place them on the coffee table, then walk over to where you're looking at my books.
"You read a lot, I see," you say. "Not only are you quiet, but you're deep."
"Out of all the men in the office, why did you agree to go out with me?" I ask. "I'm sixteen years older than you."
"Sixteen and a half, but who's counting? Even though you're shy, you're friendly. You have a good sense of humor, and you're cute. Where's that water?" You walk to the sofa and sit down, sipping your drink.
I turn the stereo on, load it with soft music, and join you on the sofa. Our conversation continues from dinner. We talk of books, of music, of sports (you're very knowledgeable), until finally I say, "Would you like to dance?"
"Love to," you say, taking my offered hand. I dim the light to a more romantic level and lead you to the middle of the room. You glide into my arms and we dance around the thick carpeted room, slow and graceful, as if we had danced together before.
When we're near the French door to the balcony, I say, "Let's dance in the moonlight."
Once we're outside, you melt back into my arms and we dance, hips swaying together, my arms around your waist, your head on my shoulder. My arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer. You look up into my eyes, seeing the hunger there; your lips are parted and your breath catches in your throat. Before you can breathe again, I lean down and kiss you. Your kiss is as sweet as morning dew. It grows in a passion and with a rhythm as old as time. My tongue penetrates your moist mouth, where together our tongues dance and flick. I feel you shiver and I smile. Your knees buckle and we sink slowly to the floor, never breaking the contact between us.
Can you feel my arms tremble? I hope not. I would hate for you to think I was nervous. I'm not. I tremble with long suppressed desire, fighting to get out. I don't want to give in to my male needs until I have taken you to the mountaintop. Only then will I allow my lust to burn uncontrollably, consuming both of us in orgasmic bliss.
I slip one arm behind your back, then scoop the other under your knees. With little effort I lift you up and carry you through the French doors and into the great room, where I set you down and pull you back into a tight embrace. When our lips meet your knees buckle again and I have to lower your nearly limp body onto the soft carpet.
The music plays softly in the quiet room. The romantic melodies soothe the soul but fan the flames of love. One light burns in the corner of the room, enough light to see clearly, but dim enough to soften the edges.
I have one arm around you waist, the other behind your shoulders, my hand at your neck holding your head and shoulders off the floor. Your arms are around my shoulders, keeping our lips inches apart. I look in your eyes and see green fire, smoky with want, half lidded, ready to close when our lips touch. I can see in your eyes your acceptance of what is happening. I can also see that not only is this what you want, it is what you have wanted for a long time.
You are half lying on the soft, plush carpeting, your legs bent to one side, your body turned into my embrace. I am on one knee next to you, our lips closer now. You tighten your arms and bring our lips together. Two sets of soft, warm lips meet, then press harder as passion grows in two hearts. Although your lips stay together, I can feel your mouth open slightly, telling me a tongue would be welcome. My tongue slides through my lips to taste your lips, which part at my invasion. Before you can meet my tongue with yours, I gently, ever so softly, slide my tongue just across the inside of your upper lip. It has been so long since a man touched that erotic spot you had forgotten how electrifying it is.
You pull back quickly from the shock, eyes wide, a soft "ohhh" escapes, telling me you liked it. My eyes are smiling into yours. "I know many such places on a woman's body," I say. "Tonight you will enjoy them."
A smile graces your lips. "Tonight we will enjoy them," you murmur.
I bend and lay you down, your blond hair a halo around your angel face. I straighten up slightly and your arms loosen to let me. One of your hands is now on the back of my neck, the other on my shoulder. My hands have moved from behind you to your sides, as I kneel, still on one knee beside you. Pressing hard enough that you know where my hands are, and where they're going, I slide them over the smooth silk of your dress, over your ribs, to your breasts which I cup slightly, then up to the buttons holding the shoulder straps together, one on each side of your neck.
I have been watching my hands, but now I look up into your eyes and you can see the question in my eyes. You know I will go no further without your permission. Your eyes say yes. I glance at your lips, then back into your eyes. Speaking clearly, you say, "Yesss."
Without looking at them, my fingers deftly undo the buttons on your shoulders, then start undoing the buttons from your décolletage to the belt at your waist. I fumble slightly with the belt, but it quickly succumbs to my onslaught and opens. I lean back to undo the last four buttons, one just below your navel, one above your pubic bone, one at your upper thighs, and the last at midthigh.
Pinching the fabric with the thumb and forefinger of each hand, I slowly pull the front of your dress open. First your knees are exposed, then your thighs in the stay up hose. The silk slides away from your black lace, string bikini panties, continues to open until your navel is exposed, catches slightly on your bra. A small tug from me pulls the dress apart and exposes the black lace bra, and finally the dress is completely open, laying under and around your body like a pink aura.
My breath catches in my throat as my gaze sweeps you body. Never in my life have I seen a more beautiful, well-proportioned woman's body. Your eyes crinkle at the corners as you smile at me with your eyes half closed. I reach to the front closure of your bra and open it. "Oooooh!" you purr, as your breasts spill out.
Your breasts are magnificent! Both of them are a healthy hand full, with big pink areola and large hard nipples. My lips hunger to taste them, but I have unfinished business below.
