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Wet and soapy fun after a date
Dinner that night had been exciting. The restaurant had been very nice; creating an atmosphere that was stimulating and enticing. We had arranged to meet there because it was a place we knew well. I had been practically panting for that night to arrive. She had a way of drawing me in with her words, filling me with a passion and lust that was intoxicating. She had made sure that I would be filled with visions of erotic abandon when I was to finally meet her. As I awaited her arrival, I was practically quivering with sexual need and excitement. Finally, the door opened and there she was, the sight I had been longing for and wanting these past months. I felt my face begin to flush, the excitement having reached a high point and causing my body to shiver. I could tell that she was as excited and nervous as I was. She walked into the room and began to scan the tables, hoping for a glimpse of my face. I smiled a small smile, comfortable in the knowledge that she would find me as attractive in person as she had in our chats.
When her eyes made out my face, a smile erupted on hers, and I felt as if an electrical current was flowing from the gleam in her eyes to mine. I stood and watched this creature of beauty walk towards me, trying to appear confident, yet showing the small signs of nerves that we all feel at these moments. As she moved closer to me I worried for a brief instant whether I should kiss her as I wanted to or simply say hello. Without conscious thought I took a step toward her and embraced her in a hug, relishing this first feel of her warm body pressed up against mine. I softly kissed her at the corner of her mouth and released her. Her scent was undeniably woman, clean and sexy, which every woman seems to know drives a man wild. Although it was difficult I released her as we followed the hostess into the room. As we walked to the table I scanned the room, conscious of the eyes watching us. Many of the men and women watched us, and her in particular, with a look of appreciation for her class and beauty. I noticed a man watching us, and was surprised to see him look at me with a look of interest in his eyes, and a small wink. With a small grin I acknowledged his interest and continued toward the table. We sat down feeling almost giddy that this night had finally arrived. We ordered drinks, and waited for them to come. In the beginning the nervousness made for awkward conversations and brief silences common to meeting someone for the first time. But soon enough she had me feeling that this was the most natural thing in the world, me sitting down to dinner with a stunningly beautiful woman.
She had such a beautiful face, with large expressive eyes and a smile that stopped my racing mind. I hoped that she was as excited as I was. All through the dinner that followed I couldn?t believe that I was sitting there talking face to face with her. We talked about the things that people talk about, our families and work, the economy and politics, what movies we had seen and why we liked them. I tried to find ways to convey without words the attraction I felt for her. I complimented her on her earrings, which it turned out were a gift from her mother. The table where we sat was a small one, and although it was towards the middle of the room, it seemed to me that we were in a secluded area, the two of us alone in each others company. As the night wore on, it seemed that our hands had a mind of their own. Frequently I would find that we were holding hands, and I would have no idea how or when that had happened. It was a night like no other, and with a jolt I realized that this was only the beginning.
We had been planning this weekend for some time, and it was turning out to be every bit as great as I had hoped.
We drove back to her house, which was harder than one might think. With her there, so close to me, I wanted more than anything to run my hands over her, feeling her skin, tasting her kisses. While I drove she rested her hand on my leg, slowly running circles with her palm across and over my thigh. Each time she came closer and closer to the lap of my pants, sometimes giving a sigh as she carefully teased me into a state of near hysteria. I actually drove past her street twice before I was able to think clearly enough to make the turn. I quickly parked the car in front of the house, and after opening the car door for her to alight through, we quickly walked up to the house and went inside.
The house was warm and inviting, and had all of the class you might expect from a woman like her. She asked if I would like to have a drink or listen to some music. I moved to the computer and picked out some smooth jazz music that we both liked, and threw in some of our other favorite musicians as well. She asked me to make myself comfortable and said that she would be getting ready. I let her know that I was eagerly anticipating having her by growling deep in my throat, a sure sign that I am primed and ready to go. With a giggle she walked down the hallway towards the bedroom.
After a short couple of minutes I could hear the water running from the bathroom. My lust having got the better of me, I moved down the hallway and stopped in the doorway of the bedroom. I could see the reflection of the bathroom in the mirror of the vanity against the far wall. Steam was already filling up the room, and she had already moved into the shower. I could see the vague outline of her form through the glass doors. As she moved through the water, I caught glimpses of her which set my body afire again and again. I longed to be the water caressing her, the soap cleansing her body, anything to be near her. In a trance I moved into the doorway of the bathroom, running my hands across the obvious bulge in my pants. She noticed me standing there, and with a chuckle asked if I would like to shower as well. Imagine my surprise at learning that at some point I had already removed my outer clothing. I quickly slipped out of the rest of my clothes and moved to stand at the shower door.
She reached out and opened the door to me. I quickly stepped inside, feeling the sting of the hot water as it beat at my skin. She had turned her back to me as I entered, and asked me to wash her back. I reached for the bottle of soap and the scrubby thing (ok, I don?t know what those are called) and began to wash her. I was completely hypnotized by the look and feel of her skin, the way the light glistened off of her. I slowly rubbed the soap in lazy patterns across her, loving the way she sighed with contentment while I worked. Soon I could stand it no longer, and I moved forward so that I could reach for her and put my arms around her. We moved under the spray of the water to rinse the soap away. I placed my hands so that they cupped her full and beautiful breasts and nestled my fully rigid member in the hollow of her buttocks. I placed my lips at the base of her neck below the ear, fully lost to the smell and look of this wonderful woman. She relaxed in my arms, enjoying the feel of me as I gently squeezed her in my embrace. I nibbled and licked, sucking the skin and whispering that although I would wait as long as she wanted, I desperately needed to make love to her now. With a sigh and a moan, she turned toward me and began to kiss me.
Her lips ignited flames of our passion, fanning them into a raging inferno that I was helpless to ignore. I moaned and sucked at her tongue, crushing her lips between mine. I wanted to touch every part of her, and began to run my hands through her hair, pulling her face into mine. Our kisses became frantic with mutual need for one another. I moved her against the tile wall and began to gently bite at her nipples. They were hard little pebbles of desire, begging to be sucked. She gasped as I pulled harder at them, passion making me reckless with need. She lowered her hand to my pulsing cock, and as she stepped up onto her toes, she placed me at the opening I had wanted and waited for these long weeks.
With a grunt and a moan I pushed into her, feeling the velvet of her as she surrendered to me. I moved up and renewed my kisses, caressing and nibbling at her lips, telling her how out of control I had become for her beauty and her passion. The heat of her core was as ice compared to the maelstrom raging out of control between us. Desperately frantic with our need, we jolted against one another, pushing and working to achieve what the other needed. All thoughts of nerves and waiting were utterly wiped from my memory as I thrust into her, relishing the feel of her, the smell and the sounds she was making driving me ever onward. Her whimpers became cries of ecstasy, and she began to loosen up in my arms, giving herself over completely to the feelings coursing through her from the place where we were joined. At last I had achieved what I had wanted all along, to listen to her cry out in passion and pleasure, knowing that I was the reason. With a final cry of sweet release I exploded into her, crying out my agony, the waves of pleasure scouring my mind, wiping the pain from my soul, giving to her the last drop of me, until we were once again whole, together in the pleasure we had given to one another.
written 10/23/2008