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A Little Black Dress Evening

I chatted with a gal that occasionally played on the side, to fill a missing link. As we both had that in common, and both loved meeting new people, even if platonic, we agreed to meet for an early dinner at a nice seafood house on the edge of town.

The location was on a river, with lots of lights and little corners to have those more private conversations while enjoying the tranquility of the waterfront restaurant.

I arrived first, but within another minute, I instantly recognized her smile as she walked toward me. After a warm greeting, we we quickly seated at a riverfront table, off to the side a bit from the other diners.

After small talk and sharing some incredibly funny real-life stories, which "life" tends to provide, we shifted into some tender but heart-felt stories and needs that each of us had. Looking into Mary's eyes, I could tell she had some sadness but at the same time there was that bit of a twinkle that opened the door for conversation about how the evening might be spent.

After paying, we walked around back, where it was a pleasantly cool and calm evening, we found a quiet spot. She leaned up against the railing overlooking the river, I fell in behind her where I could once again smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume, and the soft silky feel of that little black dress.

As I'm not a pushy kind of guy, I wanted to sense if she was good with that gentle physical contact with the small almost-pillow talk that we started on. I sensed her starting to lean into me a bit more, which instantly produced a rise, which I know she sensed, since she was gently grinding into me. My right hand, furthest away from any public view, started tracing down her arm, on to her hip. Which was them I discovered, not only was she not wearing a bra, but also no underwear.

She gently put her hand on top of mine, and led it just outside of her crotch area, when I heard her first gentle moan. Leaning her head back on my chest, she also had to sense my heart pounding out of my chest with excitement as she suggested we go back to my room.

Sometimes I do a better job at planning than others. This particular night, I'd already bought a dozen red roses in a nice vase, and had started the diffuser to coat the room with fragrant eucalyptus oil. I had left the bare minimum of lights on, along with some smooth jazz music in the room. Even if she hadn't wanted to continue our experience after dinner, at least I would have a nice hotel room to return to.

I led her in the room, and made sure she was comfortable with the surroundings. The city night lights were already providing more soft light to the room. We were on the eighth floor. Just high enough so that we could have privacy, but still enjoy each other and the view, which gradually became less and less influential in the evening.

She was drawn to the window and night lights, and the mood I'd created. We resumes our position as standing at the river. This time her hand drew mine into her now very wet private area. I started kissing her neck gently, she had just a tinge of sweat and a little natural musk coming through. My left hand started outlining her very full 38d breast. As my fingers found her now very erect nipple, she moaned the second time.

Now in a full frontal embrace and a deep and long sweetly satisfying kiss - her lips were the softest I'd ever experienced - i walked her backward to the bed a couple feet, and helped her lie down on her back. Starting at her feet (shoes came off quite a bit earlier), I started gently caressing and kissing her feet, slowly bringing those caresses and kisses up her legs and closer to her vaginal area. Which, shortly after I started moving closer to her vagina, she exposed those beautiful breasts, one hand caressing and teasing her nipple, the other hand pleasuring herself. The visual experience was incredible. I followed her body motions and groans, intentionally pausing to building the anticipation (hers and mine) of my lips kissing and tasting her vaginal lips.

By now, she also had both breasts out of their silky smooth covering and was pressing them together, teasing her nipples in a way that I would soon use.

Just as I made 'first contact' with that warm, moist and naturally fragrant vagina, she slowly sat up and began to take my pants down. Of course I worked my shirt off...

My fully erect penis, now incredibly well lubricated with precum, flopped out as everything else dropped to the floor. The oral I received at that point was the most sensual and pleasant experience I'd had to date.

She slowly ran her fingers all around my scrotal sack without touching my penis. I must have leaked out another teaspoon of precum in that process alone. Those same sweet and warm lips found the head of my penis, which she slowly took in just past the head, then slowly back out. Each time, more of my penis entered that sweet mouth until I sensed her tongue working the sensitive spot on the bottom of the shaft just behind the head. I don't know how I kept from exploding, but she seemed to really enjoy that experience, the taste, and smell too, by her moans and body rhythm. I believe she was also fingering herself to the in-and-out motion.

She them laid me down on my back and continued oral, somehow instinctively stopping just before I came. Making a path of kissing me up my belly, she found a slow path to my lips. The feel of her hair and her nipples slowly dragging across my belly and chest is nearly indescribable, as she finally resumed kissing me deeply. I couldn't resist the taste and fragrance of my cum on her lips. It was one of the more erotic experiences that I've had.

Somehow my penis automatically found it's way into that oh-so amazing warm and soft vagina. Our kissing went at the pace of our intercourse, faster, until she sat up and rode me, until we both exploded into ecstasy at the same time... The first of many that night.

The next three hours were spent in that slow almost love-making discovery mode until we fell asleep in each others' arms.

The next morning, we gently woke up together and fell into each other. We then parted ways, after showering and dressing, knowing not much more about each other, except for taking fine memories home. We would never see each other again, though I have fond memories of every part of that near miraculous evening.