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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It is a social evening like so many before.
The conversations, the faces, the music, God whoever chose the piece echoing off the walls and penetrating to the point of sheer distraction needs to rethink.
I smile to my group of companions politely laughing at the anecdotes that were once amusing but have long since surprised or entertained.
I contribute every so often so as to appear in the present and engrossed in the conversation.
I am about to make my excuses for an early exit when I glance her standing among a group of five. Five hmm an odd number, but definitley more interesting not because it's a prime number or indeed because it forms part of a Fibonacci series, no it leads to the possibility that this lady may be here without a partner.
I decide to get a drink, not that I need one but my path will take me close to her small group and an excuse to come unobtrusively close.
As I approach her silohette outlined by the gold rays of the sinking sun through the open conservatory doors transforms this lady into something more akin
to the Greek Goddess Athena towering above her servants. I steal a glance and in that moment she looks in my direction and I am swallowed by those shimmering
eyes until all around me melts away to nothing.
I steal into her group’s company, merging seamlessly into the conversation. Through the course of the discussion I learn her name, Janice. She engages with the group but appears a little reserved maybe even a little aloof but then she turns to me an utters just one word, “Jan”. How ingenious, in that split second she tells me so much about herself, most definitely a highly intelligent lady with many acquaintances but only a few select real friends.
She has opened a door to me which I have no doubt few have been invited to cross, I respond in kind, “Bobby”, a name few address me by.
The conversation flows and I indeed learn that this lady is highly educated, well travelled and incredibly sensuous and feminine.
The night speeds by like a gust of wind, impossible to hold but still I feel my senses tingle in her mere presence.
As the evening draws to a close I take the chance, after all one must follow ones motto, in my case “carpe diem”.
To my delight and no amount of surprise she agrees to meet the next day.
My drive to work although not long only forty minutes is usually a drab affair, listening to the latest news which is usually bad, unless you’re a politician where any news is good as it puts you forefront in the public eye. They always put a positive spin on a story, at least positive for themselves: hose pipe ban,
“Oh we are investing 1 billion in infrastructure”, hmm that would be the pipes neglected for the last twenty years then, budgets, “Oh we’re cutting middle income earners”, hmm but conveniently forgetting to mention the increased carbon taxes or the increased energy rates just announced by all
the utilities, some things never change. This morning however, is different; I find I can’t remember anything of my journey as my mind is completely preoccupied by my chance encounter the previous evening and the one yet to come
The day drags, the clock conspires to defy Einstein's theory of space time continuum. Try as I may to ignore it, to distract myself with the most complex piece of analytic geometry on the current research project, it stares down at me, relentlessly, mocking my efforts to ignore each painfully passing second. My superior raises an eyebrow when I hand in multiple days of analysis in two hours."Everything OK, Robert?", "sure", I reply, "why wouldn't it be". "Well you just solved the fundamental question regarding a non linear transformation in a Euclidean Space, a months work for our research group", "Oh", I reply, "I must have been inspired".
Inspiration comes in many forms, in this case a 4' 11'' pocket rocket whose sexy but classy demeanour has inspired my mind to resolve complex calculus I usually avoid with great vigour. Lunch time offers a respite from the oppressive heat in the office but not from the torture of exquisite pain one feels when waiting for a moment to arrive that promises so much. An afternoon meeting with a research group on the far side of town offer the chance to clear my mind. I take the open decker
bus, luxuriating in the cool air caressing my skin and invigorating my mind. Meeting over, I dash back to the office, brief my team and head for the shower in the company gym. I stand open armed allowing the water to attack my body while my mind relives each second of yesterdays encounter.
Reluctantly I step out, check my watch and decide to drive to our agreed rendezvous even though I'm an hour early.
Sitting in the familiar courtyard of my favourite coffee shop I begin to notice my surroundings anew. I marvel at the Georgian architecture and imagine the craftsmen who worked tirelessly to create such extravagant structures. I scan the walls and there it is again yet another clock but this time the hands are perilously close to 6pm and now I long for time to slow. I feel hot, my hands perspire but still I hear the tick tock, tick tock. As I try to concentrate the sound changes to a click click, click, click, I arouse from my reverie, I look up and there she is walking toward me her body swaying on what else but high heels, click, click, how classy.
The sun is still high in the evening sky illuminating her form. By her appearance I assume like me she has come directly from work. Professional to the eye but with subtle touches like the piece of lace accentuating her femininity. The skirt, knee length of course draws the eye to her toned calves. Her skin betrays her love of the sun and in that moment a slight gust of wind lifts the hem of her skirt just enough to expose her thigh so smooth and athletic.
I raise my eyes lingering on skin exposed by her unbuttoned white shirt. I imagine only one button was undone when she was in her office, now it is two and in so doing raises my heart beat. She walks like a feline and it occurs to me she looks like a graceful panther moving with such elegance and poise. Another less entertaining thought flashes through my head. Is this feline on the prowl for prey or her next mate. The former makes my senses quicken the later blurs my vision in anticipation.
I stand to greet her, vision blurs my hearing drowned by noise which I realise is laughter. In terror I imagine all the patrons are now staring accusingly at me. Pointing fingers in jest, mocking with arrogant amusement at my audacity to think that such a beautiful lady would consider spending an evening in my company. Slowly my vision returns and realisation brings relief. The laughter is real, this beautiful woman is smiling at me her head tilted to one side, eyes twinkling, lips full and moist, white teeth glistening in response to my greeting which unintelligible to me but obviously amused her. I invite her to sit but she steps in close so quickly I freeze, gravity it seems has increased ten fold. Unable to move I have an outer body experience as she leans in and kisses my cheek. My nerve ends explode, my ear throbs and she whispers one word, "Bobby". I muster a response "J". She laughs at this unintentional reply.
It transpires she likes the sound and it becomes my favourite of names.
We sit and our evening begins. While conversation flows back and forward I am constantly assessing my companion. She is more petite than I imagined, how wonderful. Her personality reeks of authority but not of a disciplinarian.
J exudes intelligence and a natural beauty. I wouldn't class her with model looks yet her beauty far exceeds the glossy stereotypical glossy magazine image.
Her presence is enough to change the atmosphere, even in the open courtyard I catch admiring glances from nearby tables. What makes her more attractive is her oblivion to such attention.
We talk about our day, relieving each other of the usual stresses, I begin to relax more and I feel the atmosphere like a warm blanket against my skin after a hot bath, comforting and soothing with a sense of security. Her voice floats above me, penetrating to the my core. I in turn focus on each and every word imparted. I respond with what I hope is intelligent and playful responses. Her demeanour and body language suggest a mutual feeling. Already I sense a bonding, a meeting of
minds, a slowing of time where surroundings fade. All else looses focus, the one shining light is this lady sitting before me, smiling as she transports my mind to the most vivid imaginations of bodies entwined in a dance of sensual acts of poetic beauty.
The meal now over, we sip our drinks in comfortable silence when she glances at her watch. My heart sinks, the evening drawing to a close. My enquiring mind again marvels how time can be so cruel, so long and tortuous one moment, so short and fleeting the next. I reluctantly summon the waiter, settle the bill and make to stand when she puts a hand on my forearm. "It was a lovely evening, thank you, would you make it a perfect one and walk this lady home?".
I look in those simmering eyes for a hint of sarcasm but all I find are pools of deepest desire and affection. I briefly loose my composure, I smile buying myself time afraid my tongue will betray my inner emotion. "Nothing would please me more", God such a cliched response, but Sara J stands, smoothing down her shirt with petite hands much to the glee of the nearby males and waits for me to join her. I offer her my arm. She slips hers inside mine and we set off.
Click, click, click a sound which will live long in my memory. Her closeness, the smell of her perfume, her voice resonating, I wonder is this how heaven feels. I marvel how a chance meeting can change ones life. It was a last minute decision to attend last nights party, perhaps we have no control, fate it seems has the final say and laughs at our plans and dreams. We walk without speaking. I glance at J, content and comfortable in the easy silence. Occasionally I feel her hip brush
against me as she sways her hips ever so slightly like no model ever could. She's teasing me and enjoying my reactions. She throws her head back, her hair brushing my cheek. "Sorry" she whispers with an impish grin. She is all woman, her intelligence grips me like a vice threatening to smother me to unconsciousness. However, I remind myself of my own credentials, educated to PhD level and more than a little wordily wise. "No problem" I reply, "checking I'm still awake?".
She laughs and stops, "Well we're here" and indicates a townhouse across the street.
I study the outside, well maintained, perhaps 3 years old, immaculately presented, I would have expected nothing less. I escort her to the door and am reminded of the scene from the movie Hitch where the lady, almost but not quite as beautiful and sexy as the one on my arm, stands and plays with her keys before turning the lock. J shows no hesitation in opening the door. She turns and utters one word, "Well?", I need no further enticement and step inside.
The temperature inside is cooler or maybe my mind is just playing tricks. She ushers me into the living room. Everything is arranged with clinical precision. The furnishings show no sentimentality. J is a connoisseur of the arts judging by the canvass on the wall, The Persistence of Memory, by Salvador Dali. Surrealism it would appear, invades both our lives. She steps into the kitchen, returning with two glasses, she sips, steps in close and brushes her lips to mine. I am intoxicated by her closeness.
I relieve her of her glass and mine, She stands before me and I again see a vision of the huntress. Here I stand in here lair, conscious of the fact she may indeed be on the prowl of her next victim. She drops her hands to her side signalling her intent. I circle behind her, dipping my head so my lips hoover above her exquisite neck. She shivers at the touch of my breath and I slowly unbutton her white shirt and expose her sublime petite shoulders. I trace a line across them with my lips, tasting her for the first time.
She takes my hand. I feel her slender fingers encompass mine in part. I feel her strength mixed with her grace. She leads me to her lair. It's inviting, filled with a sweet aroma, the lighting subtle. So not by chance, Sara J has thought of every possible scenario this evening. I imagine her work follows a similar routine, weighing all the options, hoping for the best, planning for the worst and every possible obstacle.
She closes the door behind her, sending a slight shiver through me. We are alone but this simple act makes me feel a little intimidated. Perhaps that is her plan, I am under no illusions of who is in control.
I wonder what might happen if I make a false step. I decide to be true to myself and go with the flow without guile or pretence.
Again she stands before me, arms dangling by her petite waist. She raises her head giving a challenging look. Not an aggressive one but one which says her I am in all my glory, I want you to desire me, ravish me with tenderness, holing nothing back, discover the woman I truly am and unearth my hidden depths. Show me the man you are, how much you yearn for my body on yours, your hands exploring, touching, teasing, awakening all my desire.
I complete the unbuttoning, releasing her arms. I open her skirt it falls effortlessly to the ground unhindered by smooth perfect legs which offer no resistance to the fabric of the inner lining. Her eyes capture mine, they smoulder in the dim light, her body glowing, her breasts heaving, straining for release, My heart beat raises, my hormones stir rapidly.
I circle her once more, unclasping her bra strap I allow it to fall, caressing her flat stomach, her narrow waist, over her hips to eventually marry with her skirt.
I savour each second like a Masterpiece being unveiled to it's audience, all eyes scanning each perfect brushstroke, every vivid colour. I sigh in appreciation.
I confront her, my eyes sucking in her breasts, her nipples raised slightly in response to the cool air caressing her body courtesy of the small fan whirring in the corner. She is a sculpture of Michael Angelo proportions, untainted, unblemished. I dreamt of this moment but scarcely believed it would be reality. How often does one experience such an unforgettable First in Life, a marriage, a new born baby, a first love, all rare and wonderous events each in their own unique way. I drink in the vision, she remains motionless her head held high, proud, almost defiant but she knows she commands the room. I know my place, this Queen of Queens has allowed me close I must respect and honour her as she deserves. She stands straight, her breasts rising and falling to each breath. I follow her smooth curves,
stopping at her panties, small and tight, outling her V shape, not hiding the fact she is smooth underneath. I can resist no longer. I kneel before her, sliding my hands up along her glorious smoothness finally resting on her hips. She sways slightly. I feel intense pleasure as she gently thrusts forward and back, forward and back mere millimetres from my face. I hook her panties and glide them down, revealing her sex, petite and oh so inviting. I resist the urge to taste instead electing to inhale and sample her aroma so sweet and pure.
Standing I take her hand and lie her on her side on the bed. I slide in beside her raising her right arm over her shoulder, clasping her wrist with my left hand.
I slowly touch her side tracing a path with fingertips from shoulder to waist, her contours reminiscent of the seven hills of Rome upon which an Empire of epic proportions was built. I raise myself slightly and trace a path between her breasts, her twin peaks echoing the words of distant poets describing the peaks of mount
Olympus.
I straddle her but not before grabbing the bottle of baby oil conveniently placed on the bedside locker. Warming my hands I pour a little oil into the right hand palm and then starting at Sara's shoulders work my fingers, probing her muscles, releasing more blood flow, which creates a heat within acting as a relaxant. I watch and feel her body relax, little does she realise this will soon change. Pressing my knuckles firmly into her back and sides causes her to tense until she allows the pressure to sink deeper stimulating deeper nerves. I continue down to the small of her back. paying homage to her incredible waist. I pour some oil here, she jumps at the unexpected coolness. I smile knowingly, not the first time I've seen that reaction. Now I see she has relaxed completely so I transfer attention
to her feet, gently parting each toe and massaging the soft tissue in between, I probe her soles, raising endorphin levels sending wave after wave shooting down her smooth toned legs. Bending her right leg pointing her toes upward and watch as oil trickles toward her thigh.
I allow my hands to follow mimicking the path easing and probing as I go. I treat her other leg to the same. I turn her over on her back raising her left leg with her foot flat on the mattress whilst parting her legs slightly. I leave her right leg outstretched while I pour more oil on her knee and delight as it works its way down her inner thigh. She shifts slightly and it rises above her mound before taking a mind of its own and slowly descends between her lips to mix with her juice in her love canal. My hands duly follow. As I reach her clit I stop, teasing.
She thrusts forward but I refuse to touch her sex, her eyes are gleaming and I smile at her yearning, her mouth opens but I silence any words she may impart with a finger gently placed on her lips. I lower my head and very softly kiss her pussy before quickly liking her from anus to clit, She squirms in surprise.
Before she can say anything I slip one then two then 3 oil covered fingers inside her. Now she moans gently. I take my free hand and gently massage her clit and squeeze. She begins to buck but like an expert rider at a rodeo I move to her rhythm refusing to be thrown keeping in sync with her every move. Finally I remove both hands, she relaxes and in that moment I go down on her parting her lips and locking gently to her clit I begin to suck drawing her juice into me. The taste is divine, the sweetest nectar. I hear her gasp in pleasure and I feel my shaft pulse in anticipation.
Her juices trickle down my throat, her aroma invades my nostrils, her moans capture my hearing. I reluctantly release her pussy from my mouth and with diamond hard shaft I raise my body, gently spreading her wider. Her clit glistens and as I slide toward her she surprises me. She gently grabs my balls and stares with piercing eyes into mine asserting her authority once more while placing her other hand to my chest forcing me to stop. She releases me momentarily and smoothly and efficiently
pours oil on her hand while glancing at my rod pulsating with expectation.
She motions me forward and begins to cover my balls in oil, the sensation drives me to the edge but she continues totally aware of the effect. She slides her hand long my shaft until it glistens in unison with her sex. Now is the moment, a look of understanding passes between us, she opens up to me, the heat of my loins collides with hers.I lower myself until my tip is touching her clit. I pause for a second. I feel giddy, childlike but this is no time for clarity, I slide downward and slowly push her lips apart. I feel them yield as my tip enters, the feeling of warmth is exquisite. She draws me in inexorably. As I enter further she gasps, clamping down on my tool causing me to thrust uncontrollably. She raises her legs above my hips while reaching down with her left had and sends me to blissful oblivion.
The next four hours are consumed by multiple experiences, multiple positions, multiple orgasms. We fall asleep with me still inside her. We wake to the dawn and resume our encounter, She is insatiable, her body born for sin, her mind born to seduce. Covered in sweat I carry her from the bedroom to her patio where our bodies cool in the morning breeze. Taking her hand I lead her to the shower where I gently soak and soap her body before rinsing away our nocturnal foray.
We speak little over breakfast content in silence. Afterwards she showers me and leads me back to the bedroom. As for the rest, well you can use your imagination.
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