As I remember the night that I met her, I still tremble with excitement. She had etched herself into my memory forever.
The night was just cool enough to wear the coat. A nice fur, mink I think, it was soft to the touch. I remember it well. I will never forget. I had been in that restaurant for almost 3 hours and while every one of my clients was enjoying themselves including myself, I had to get some fresh air. The restaurant was located at the end of the street on the corner of 5th and 27th, in a very nice part of the city. I like to call it up town. I had walked just a bit and was in the alley behind the restaurant.
As I stood there just enjoying the cool of the evening, I noticed the lighting, just bright enough to see silhouettes and soft enough to be a little romantic. This was no ordinary alley I thought, this alley was on the up side of town were the rich and famous spent their time and money. It was made up of an array of beautiful flowers and plants. Just the same, it was an alley of its own purpose, but rich if that makes any sense.
Standing there, I noticed a figure walking toward me. This figure was sleek, slow, and walking in rhythm to nothing at all. She was beautiful, majestic, and flowing with a grace that spoke volumes. She wore a fur coat that tied around her waist; it was beautiful as well. It looked very soft and warm, and she looked good in it. My, don't you just love the touch of mink? I could see her legs, as the coat came to just above her knees. Not long legs, as she was not tall, but very shapely, muscular. Oh god those shoes, three-inch heels, thinking of what they would look like by my head and resting on my back made me stiffen a bit. She looks so regal, and refined, a woman to be regarded with the highest respect. I suppose she was out for some air too, as I knew that there was a party at that ritzy hotel down the block, and that seemed to be were she came from.
I could not seem to keep my eyes off her. As she came closer, I could see the color of her hair, black and shiny. And coming even closer I could see she had her hair up using what looked like a single jeweled hair comb with bangs that framed her soft but striking features. Oh my, she is beautiful, not a super model in stature, but most beautiful indeed. As I leaned against the building with plants and flowers around me, I closed my eyes, thinking things I should not about her. What would her breasts feel like in my hands and her nipples how they would feel in my mouth? Was her pussy wet as I imagine it to be and how would it feel against my face as I ate and tasted it in my mouth? I can feel myself getting harder with every thought. "Stop it," I thought, "she's just a stranger taking a walk and she'll be gone in a moment, I'll be ok." When I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of the loveliest dark brown almost ebony eyes I had ever seen looking into my very existence. Why has she come to stand in front of me?
The party was a little boring to me, well to do high society folks raising money, while for worthy causes I was just bored tonight. Feeling a bit restless, I decided to take a short stroll, and so got my coat from the coat check and made my way to an exit. The coat was a gift from my husband. He had had made for me while on an overseas business trip. Made of Brownish black fur, mink, and its so soft to the touch. Just perfect for this evening as the air still had a winter chill, just a bit. Out the door I went. This part of town is truly beautiful and the streets manicured well. As I walked around a bit, I noticed an alley that to my amazement was wonderful in its own right. This alley seems to be an experience to be had. As I turned the corner to walk down the alley, the breeze hit my face and sent a chill down my body despite my coat, making my already hard nipples harder. It feels nice, sexy, makes one a little adventurous.
As I strolled, I noticed standing near some beautiful looking plants, wondering to myself why an alley is arrayed so well, a man. I could not make out his face just yet, but the light just shown his chiseled features. And as I came closer, I noticed he was nice looking and watching me. I did not look away as I walked even closer to him, an adventure I think is in order. After all, I am a little bored. Thinking of what I might do I could feel excitement run thought me, making me feel very sexy indeed. I love to feel this way, what woman in her right mind wouldn't for goodness sakes? What would he do if I stopped there in front of him, would he let me touch him, would he let me kiss him, mm I love to kiss. Then thinking better of it, as I am a married woman after all, I look down, breaking the eye lock I have on him. "You're just going to walk right by him," I think to myself. However, the next thing I notice is that I am standing in front of this stranger.
As I stood there in my mind I ask him, "can I be here with you?" "I'm here for you, can you feel that I desire to please you, tease you, make love to you?" I can tell that this stranger knows what I am thinking. He must see it in my eyes.
Her eyes, oh my god, have you ever seen such deep dark eyes? Bedroom eyes I like to call them. So pretty, so gorgeous. She wants me; she has to, why else would she be standing in front of me? My mind is reeling, her closeness, her scent; she is affecting all of my senses. I cannot think of anything but her nearness and how I want her even nearer still. She puts her hands on my arms; they are as soft as rose petals on my skin. Then she pulls me to her, and we open her coat together. She caresses my arms, her hands in my hands. What she wore under the coat was a beautiful red dress, fitting her womanly curves very nicely. Low cut just showing the round swells of her breast. Coming closer, she rubs my neck then my back, then down and now on my ass. Oh what a wonderful stranger.
