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Last night was so special that I just have to share
it with you. Just thinking about it turns me on so much that now whenever
I feel the -need- ..... well, all I have to do is think about last night.
You know how sometimes things surprise you? Like when you least expect it
to happen? And, how sometimes you aren't even really thinking about
something really special to happen, but it does? Well, that is my last
night.
You see, there has been this man who I have been talking to on the
telephone for a while at work. Of course, our conversations are always
strictly business (well, ok, the words were -- my thoughts weren't -- he
has such a sensual voice that even saying "I'd like to get 500 units of
Part Number C-135-xx is an 'experience). Of course, I always figured he
just called to order parts -- I mean, he sure wouldn't have any ideas of
being social with a voice on the phone.
Well! Last night was my lucky night! He needed these parts first thing
this morning. And, when I checked, all of our delivery men had left for
the day. I felt sort of bad having to call him back and tell him that
there was no delivery people left and we couldn't get the parts over there
yet that day. Of course, his voice sounded so disappointed, like this was
really a MAJOR problem. But then he said he would drive over to get them
... but when we figured out how long it would take him to get there, well,
that wouldn't work because security code requires us to all vacate the
building at least an hour before he could possibly have gotten there.
Then, just before hanging up ... well, he apologized and seemed almost
forlorn but asked if I would be willing to meet him at the Candleabra out
on Gallante Boulevard. He said if I would be so kind as to drive out there
to meet him, he would gladly buy me a drink and have dinner. The
!Candleabra! -- I mean the most exclusive diner club in the County!!! Wow!
Well, of course, with all those thoughts I had been having for months, how
could I possibly refuse -- I mean, hey! I would have agreed to meet him at
Burger King!
So, he suggested that since I might be more comfortable dining there if I
went home first, that we get together at 9 for a late dinner -- he said to
have the matre'd page him. Boy! I sure floated home and wasted no time
taking a very long, leisurely bath. Doesn't every woman prepare to deliver
parts by taking a bubble bath? Of course, I would have to dress
appropriately -- so I chose this strapless blue waltz-length dress. The
one that barely conceals my large, full breasts. Oh! I didn't consider
that having the soft, silky skin of my breasts floating over the sky-blue
sateen to be sexy. Of course not! The thought never entered my mind.
Well, I got to the club just a few minutes after 9 (yeah, well, so I drove
around the block for 35 minutes so as not to appear to eager). I had him
paged and within moments he walked out to the lobby area. I knew the
minute he came out of the lounge that it was HIM! Of course, with all the
thoughts I had been having about him, he could have been the hunchback of
Notre Dame and it probably wouldn't have cooled my body a bit ... but he
was so nice looking. But he -fit- his voice so well! I stood there feeling
rather awkward, here I had had all these thoughts - but of course to him I
was just a clerk who was supplying some parts he needed.
His smile. It was perfect. Just what I had imagined it might be. He even
looked at me appreciatively, like maybe he was contemplating a woman. A
woman he would like to spend a little time with other than strictly
business. I was so glad it was dark! I must have turned red down to my
toenails. His eyes started with my face and then moved slowly down to the
white swellings above the neckline and the deep crevice between my large
breasts. For a while I was afraid that maybe there was some stain there -
I mean he studied that area for so long! Then he carefully surveyed the
rest of my body. In spite of the rather open scrutiny, there was nothing
offensive in his manner. In fact, it was extremely exciting and was going
to make it very difficult to remain business-like.
He took my arm and escorted me to the lounge. We had a few drinks while
just talking. I don't know how long we chatted, but the conversation
slowly became more personal. Almost without noticing, we were talking like
we were on a real date. The subtle flirting. The acknowledgement of each
other's sexuality. My favorite drink, a Bloody Mary, came in the frosted
glass with the garlic salt on the edges. It was so cooling to slowly lick
my tongue around the rim (well! that really *is* the proper way to savor
the drink you know!) His eyes twinkled as he watched my tongue curve
around the edge of the glass.
During dinner, I enjoyed the relish tray with its long, firm celery
sticks. To gracefully eat one, it is necessary to sort of slide it between
your lips, then gently bite off a piece. he seemed to enjoy watching me
eat celery! Our conversation began to become more personal and the
flirtation was definitely less veiled. Oh! he is so special. He can excite
you while just talking about anything that comes to mind . Not many men
have that capacity. Most seem to think that sex doesn't start until you
are naked in the bed. Ah! if only they knew how much arousing the mind
first can enhance the joys of the bed later.
And, he definitely had a talent for arousing the mind. Such subtle
flirtation. Not witty. Not coy. Not even risque. But the conversation was
so engrossing of me as a person, as if he really cared about what I
thought on different subjects. As if it really mattered to him that I was
able to think. Best of all, he was willing to talk about himself and what
he felt about different things. I could feel the excitement buidling
wtihin me. I kept hoping that when we got up to leave, I wouldn't have a
damp spot on my dress.
As our lovely dinner was slowly eaten I kept trying to think of ways to
prolong the evening. But he seemed to sense my desire and saved me from
the dilemma of deciding whether or not the evening would end with the
dessert. As we were leaving the dining room, he casually mentioned that we
seemed to have so much more we could share and that after all, tommorrow
was Saturday. Wow! when he called, I hadn't even thought of THAT. Why
would he need the parts? his plant wasn't open on Saturday!
He suggested a drink and I hesitated only long enough to still appear to
be a lady. After we were seated in a quiet booth and the waitress had
brought our drinks, there was a quiet lull. It was like we both realized
we had reached a fork in the relationship -- which way to go. We could
finish our drinks with some very generic conversation and both go home
without any feeling of rejection ---- or, we could continue the light-
hearted flirtations and both go home, together. Finally, he almost shyly
said that he hadn't really needed the parts that he had called late
knowing what time our delivery people left and hoping that I would
'rescue' him by agreeing to deliver the parts in exchange for dinner. He
seemed so concerned that I would be angry at his little ploy. I just had
to be honest and admit that I had had more than a few daydreams about him
-- and it wasn't business. It seems our voices had had an affect on each
other.
Having gotten this out in the open, we were free to explore just how much
we excited each other. Having now established that we found each other
desireable, the conversation evolved more around learning about each other
as man and woman. Casually, like new lovers do, we moved closer together
in the booth until our thighs were touching. It was like a heated pad
laying next to my leg. I had a difficult time not to squirm on the seat.
His arm, draped along my bare shoulders certainly didn't help the
stirrings in my groin. If I worried about a damp spot earlier ........
I dropped one of my sandals and started to slide my foot along his ankle
and leg. A deeper breath told me that it was having an affect. I casually
laid my hand on his thigh (well, we were sitting quite close) ... and in
slow, almost absent-minded strokes, quickly discovered that the proximity
was definitely having an affect! As he pressed upwards against my
exploring hand, he whispered that we might have to spend the night in the
booth if he were to avoid embarrassment standing up. I guess my giggle
told him that this observation did not offend me at all - in fact, I
enjoyed talking to a man who could be honest about his own sexuality.
After another drink we decided that any further 'getting acquainted' would
probably be more appropriate in another location ... like the inn down the
road. While I went to freshen up, he thoughtfully inquired of the
management if I could leave my car for the evening. And, when I came out
he assured me it was ok and we could ride to the inn together. When we got
in his car, he leaned across and gave me a deep, probing kiss. A first
kiss - yet one with desire. Not apologizing. Not seeking. Just deep, long,
and passionate. Warmth soared through me as I returned his kiss, probing
his mouth with my tongue, gently drawing his tongue into my mouth and
sucking on it tenderly.
We got to the inn in record time. Entering the room, it was all so
perfect. Neither of us felt that we needed to pretend we were unsure of
the intentions. We both readily acknowledged that we found the other
sexually arousing and wanted to explore that attraction to its fullest. We
stood in the entrance to the room and embraced. I pressed my hips against
him, rocking slightly. He matched the motions and for a while we mimicked
making love while standing, kissing, exploring with our tongues. He slowly
unzipped my dress ... allowing it to fall to the floor between us. Free of
the dress, my breasts wiggled like two balls of jello ... pressing their
bareness against him.
Without ever really breaking our embrace, we slowly undressed each other.
Hands sliding along the others body as we removed garments. I kissed the
hollow of his neck, my tongue devouring its contour. Gravity helped his
slacks drop to the floor after I undid the buckle ... my hand quickly
encouraging his shorts to follow. I slid a hand along his inner thigh ...
the dampness there gave evidence of his excitement, as did his member, now
fully erect and bouncing jauntily.
Moving to the bed, he helped me remove my pantyhose. I may never again
remove some without recalling how aroused he made me with the slow,
careful way he edged them down my legs, his hands caressing as he did so.
When we were both fully naked, he laid on top of me and pressed his weight
against mine, whispering sweet passions. Telling me of all the things he
would like to do ... how much he wanted to satisfy me and find
satisfaction himself.
Hours must have passed as we just explored each others bodies with our
hands, tongues, legs, and any other part that we could find to rub,
caress, stroke, press. My own body became an inferno. At first I was
embarrassed because the seeping juices from my throbbing vagina actually
made noise as he stroked me. However, he was sensitive to my discomfort
and quietly reassured me that he found the response to be thrilling to
him. As though he knew how much I worried about being thought a whore
because I do become so aroused, he quietly talked away all my fears and
doubts while arousing my body more and more.
I felt the surges of raw emotion run through me. My cunt clutched and drew
at his fingers as he drove them into me ... first one, then another, then
yet another. Using the pad of his hand, he applied pressures to the hard
button ... setting loose torrents of juices as I plunged on his hand. His
mouth covering mine, the first orgasm tore through me, my whole body
becoming attached to the sensations from my cunt. The muscles spasmed, my
legs felt like there were rivers of tingling shocks as they trembled
against the very power of my climax. I wanted him inside me. To thrust his
cock in and drive me even further into Utopia. To ride that crest ... but
he held back.
We laid together for a while, as my sensations slowly ebbed. Then started
again. This time he took an even more active role. Telling me what he
wanted me to do ... guiding me so that I knew what would bring him the
most pleasures. I eagerly followed his instructions. Moving my head down
his body, sucking on his nipples while my hand stroked his cock, making it
even harder. Moving further down, licking the smooth crown with my tongue,
guiding my tongue into the slit. The sweet taste of the drops of seminal
fluid. Licking down the length of his swollen cock, my tongue following
the groove. Drawing his balls into my mouth, gently caressing and
manipulating them while I ran a finger down the crack of his ass, probing
the tight anus. Bringing my mouth back up his cock, I choreographed the
motions of his cock in-and-out of my mouth while my finger probed
in-and-out of his ass. He stopped me as I felt the pulsing of his cock
getting ready to explode.
My own body was trembling because the very taste and feel of him in my
mouth was as exciting as his hands had been just moments before. He
positioned me on the end of the bed - on my knees. His hand deftly slid
between my thighs and rubbed the clit until I could feel the boiling
within my. My soft urgings for him to plunge in ... he fingered my hole
from behind, driving his fingers in deeper and deeper, each thrust acting
like a pump causing more stirrings deeper within my loins. I could hear
the juices again, only now the sound excited me. My nipples rubbing on the
bed ... my body iginiting into quivers of pure joy. Then he slid his cock
into me. Slow. Steady. Pushing steadily inwards. Only when he could push
no further did he start to pump. I rocked on my knees, meeting each thrust
with a push back towards him. My moans encouraging him, letting him know
how much I was enjoying the feel of his prodding.
Reaching a hand around my leg, he continued to rub the clit, causing
eruptions and earthquake tremors to rack my body. I muffled my cries in
the mattress. My chasm sucked and clenched at him, drawing against his
balls slapping my underside. Just when I thought I had experienced all the
thrills my body could offer (and he could create like a maestro) he began
thrusting in and out, ever faster. His own moans harmonizing with mine as
we both reached a crescendo of sexual ecstasy. His juices spurted into me,
warming me, mingling with mine. The feel of his own cum shooting into me
carried me to a crest of arousal that swept the world away. There was no
body. No motion. Only undulating tremors that shook my body.
Afterwards we lay together. Holding. Just enjoying the slowly receding
tides of our mutual pleasure. Accepting in each other that we share a
delight in the beauty of our individual sexuality and the joys it allows
us to give .... and to receive. |
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