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Laura In Green

She came to the Outdoor Summer Dance dressed in green. The other girls parted
before her like sheep before the shepherd. Silence swept the crowd as they
absorbed her arrival. The band very slightly missed a beat and the dancers all
stumbled slightly as they turned to her presence. The masculine wolves moved
in on her but my feet were taking me to her before they had caught their
breathes. I was already to her when the nearest one was still elbowing a
rival.

I walk boldly to her and did a small bow, a bow that came from watching to
many romance movies rather than any gentle training. I offered my hand and
spoke slowly so that I wouldn't stutter, asking her to dance. The corners of
her mouth lifted slightly but her eyes betrayed an interest in my presumption.
She lifted an exquisite black gloved hand to mine and I heard her lyrical voice
for the first time.

"But Sir, I only just arrived," her coy response came.

"True my lady, which is why you should start by dancing."

"I don't even know your name" she pointed out.

"I don't know yours and still I want to dance with you." I said with a smile.

"My name is Laura, and I will know yours before we dance one step."

I told her mine as I brought her gloved hand to my lips. Never had I kissed a
woman's hand before, but with Laura, it felt instinctual.

She smiled wider at my insistence. She stepped forward and I led her to the
dance floor. Under the lamplight we danced slowly to the skilled band's music.
Her movements were talented and graceful and I found myself being lost in her
suggestive smile. My hands at her waist felt as if they belonged there. Her
fragrance wafted to me as we moved and it smelled of mountain flowers and
spring mornings. I was enraptured by her eyes of liquid blue. Laura had a way
of lifting her eyelids that was like she was undressing.

"Your beauty makes the other ladies here look like gutter refuse," was my
careless remark.

She answered "We are all lying in the gutter,"

"But we are all looking to the stars" I finished for her.

I saw that I had surprised her and to have made a slight merit in her eyes
made my heart race all the more.

She said "Oscar Wilde, but you knew that I see. Do you know what the greatest
pleasure in life is according to Walter Bagehot?"

I recognized her challenge answered "It is doing what other people say you
cannot do."

She smiled, letting the phrase melt into my heart. When she spoke again it
was of Rochefoucals.

"It is said that great virtues are disagreeable..."

My mind felt despair as the answer eluded me. But her bosom rose from her
cleavage like ocean foam, lightly, full of body and soft promise. I must admit
that her ample chest inspired the answer back to my mind.

"While others with great vices are delightful." I said loudly, forgetting my
composure for a moment.

She laughed loud and honestly. But through her laughter I detected relief at
my passing of her tests. My blood surged for then I knew she wanted me to pass
her challenges yet she was not going to settle for less than perfect abilities.
My soul trembled at the rewards that may come for pleasing such elegance
dressed in green.

The crowd parted for us as we danced. Their jealous eyes saw only her blond
crown of hair. Their lusty hearts saw only her tanned skin of golden silk.
The stern gazes of lesser women couldn't see past her supple curves. There was
more to her than her body. More to her than her skill in making the dress rise
with her dancing. Deep in that gorgeous shell was a heart of romance, a heart
of romantic platinum.

"Why did you insist on dancing with me?" she asked naively.

"Nothing risque, nothing gained" I said softly.

Her eyes narrowed in thought. Quickly though she answered.

"Alexander Woolcott" she said with a confidence that belonged to her.

"Very good, although I also believe that if you are good you will be
lonesome."

"Mark Twain was right" she said, her eyes confirming her thoughts.

"Sir, my slender waist and thighs are exhausted and weak from a night of cloud
dancing."

"Now I am impressed, that was Huang O. But yes, let us sit here at the bench
by the river."

"No" she said, touching my arm as she spoke. "Let us sit over there farther
away from the crowd in that dark area by the bridge."

Heat flushed my body as I mutely followed her. We sat on the park bench
overlooking the river. The water sparkled with moonlight, but her eyes
sparkled brighter. I found that I hadn't let go of her gloved hand. I held on
all the tighter. As she sat, I saw her black shoes and smiled when I realized
I was expecting glass slippers. She spoke first, her voice slipping into the
night noises like she was part of the river.

"You are not like the others I normally meet at these parties."

"It is not enough to conquer, one must know how to seduce."

"Voltaire" she identified. "Do you have any words of your own, any
inspirations from your own lips? Any man can thrust and kiss, what I desire is
one who can create words from the passions within."

I was ready for this new challenge from her. I composed my thoughts and
bravely I entered this new arena.

"It is easy to fall back on the words of great writers, for I fear that if I
try to compliment you, I would fail in my haste to please. I would call a
river a stream, a star I would mislabel a campfire, and a mountain I might
mistakenly call a hill."

Her face came closer to me, intoxicating my senses with her very being.

"Try for me" she whispered.

The words spilled from my lips, to be caught in her heart as I spoke.

"When I saw you, the world dimmed to your glow. I saw you standing in green,
emerging from the crowd in your own splendor. It wasn't till we talked that I
knew you were going to be mine. I knew if I didn't try to dance with you that
I would never get the lady with the eyes of sapphires out of my mind. But it
was when we spoke that you truly ensnared me. We have met in the literary
fields and in words written long ago, we agreed on what makes a heart."

"Now we are here, in the darkness by the river with only the sounds of a
distant crowd to keep us company. I want only to touch, to taste, to hear and
smell your very existence. I want to partake of you and consume you into my
forge of emotions. There is a cry in my body for completion and that cry is
for you."

She was so close to me. I leaned closer and brushed my lips over her ruby
mouth. She shivered and her breath on my lips was maddening. I kissed her
deeper, partaking of lips of molten passion. The breeze coming off the water
touched our kissing bodies. Our arms enfolded each other, as our former
resistance slipped away.

My hands held her waist, pulling her to me. She sat astride me and my hips
surged upward reflexively. She reached behind her and unzipped a dress just
enough to let her breasts spill from her dress. My mouth caught a strawberry
nipple and I suckled it hungrily. Her arms wrapped my head into her and her
back arched with extreme sensation.

As I attended to each breast, I kissed them with eager fire. Her hips lewdly
ground against my bulging manhood. Her powerful legs gripped me and I
appreciated her lifting her dress hem so I could admire her bare legs of tanned
bronze. She made soft moans by the gurgling river.

Unable to withhold myself any longer I fumbled with my trouser zipper. She
was as equally eager as she slid white lacy panties off and gave them to me to
hold. Being the gentleman, I leaned back and laid flat on the bench letting
her mount my face. She leaned forward to my proud cock and in the space of a
minute we had positioned ourselves quite comfortably.

Her dress fell around my head and I felt alone with her sex. My hands reached
up to cup her gorgeous buttocks and pull her wetness down to my mouth. My lips
gazed over her and when she rocked her sex downward to me in her need, I tasted
her. I devoured sweet juices and explored the intimate bloom of her shrine.
She rode my mouth most deliciously and I enjoyed every drop from her fountain.

Meanwhile, her mouth descended on my hard stem. The gentle heat from her
mouth coaxed my cock and I knew that I had entered heaven. The tongue of
velvet slipped over me. The hungry lips pulled at my soul. The wet fire of
her mouth consumed me, begging from me my very existence. I was being pulled
into her and gladly I let myself be lost in this tender whirlpool of her lips.

As we neared, we stopped reluctantly. I sat up, my face glistening from her
sex. She lowered herself down on my phallus, her back to me as we faced the
river. Who moaned louder at this joining I do not remember. My hands on her
waist I guided her up and down on my erection. Her body was gorgeous by
moonlight and I found myself just watching her ride up and down on my manhood.
Her bare shoulders became the most beautiful sight I had ever seen by the
simple fact that they were so close to me.

Laura leaned back. Her arms reached out to grab the bench and her head fell
tenderly on mine. My hands reached up to cup her wondrous breasts. Her moans
grew in intensity when my fingers danced lightly over her body, tweaking hard
nipples, feeling the softness of her belly and playing with the curly hair of
her sex. Her body reacted to my touch and I thrust up into her harder. The
bench shook with our passion and our bodies quaked with the approaching storm
of our hearts.

Finally we came, sweet abandon overcame us as we slowed. Who came first or
last was not important. What mattered most in the world was holding her as we
relaxed. The importance laid in knowing she was here in my arms if but for a
moment. We sat there watching the moonlight on the moving river. Words were
then spoken of dreams, ambitions and paradise found.

The party loudspeaker announced the last dance. Far away by the river, I
whispered in her ear that I wanted one last dance with the Angel in Green. She
kissed me again and we stood, losing our balance like love stricken teenagers
fresh from the back-seat. We laughed at our lack of coordination and helped
each other dress, stealing kisses and forbidden touches all the while.

We returned to the party. With Laura in Green by my side, we returned
triumphant. We danced a final time as slow and tenderly as we could. When the
music ended, she left with a swirl of her dress and the memory of blue fire in
her eyes to remember her by. I must confess I looked to see if she dropped a
glass slipper as she left.


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