1 comments/ 16563 views/ 3 favorites Dinner Time By: casilda Terry could hear her children laughing and yelling over at the neighbor's house as she prepared dinner. Her husband would be home any minute, and she was hoping to get a few minutes alone with him before the kids were finished playing. After a full day alone with the kids she always needed some adult conversation before she tackled the dinnertime rush. She put the ribs on a plate with the basting brush and barbecue sauce and stuck everything in the fridge on a tray so that it would be all ready to go out to the barbecue. Putting on some music, she began to relax for the first time all day. It had been a long day at home with their three kids, and she was looking forward to a few minutes to unwind a bit before the dinner rush. Hearing Dave's car pull into the driveway, she took a final look around the kitchen to see if there was anything else that needed doing. Happy with what she had accomplished, she heard her husband say something to Susan from next door, and then he came through the back door. "How was your day sweetie?" she asked. "Really good," he said. "I got the project finished, and it looks like I may even get a bonus out of it. I'm in a great mood." She stepped into his arms for a hug, and sighed as she felt his arms go around her. Even though they'd been married for five years the feel of his strong chest against hers and his arms around her never failed to make her feel safe and loved. She looked up at his well-known face and was struck again by how attractive she found him. He might not be the handsomest guy in the world, but after 3 kids and 8 years of marriage he still rarely failed to excite her. She put her hands in his jeans pockets and pulled him closer, loving the feel of his strength. As he looked down into her dark brown eyes she could feel him press closer, turned on by the feel of her body against his as well as the look of love in her eyes. "What did you say to Susan?" she asked. "Oh, I arranged for her to keep the kids for another hour or so" he replied with a grin. "And did you have anything in mind for that hour?" "Hmmm" he smiled, beginning to kiss her neck. She arched her body towards him, feeling the familiar wetness begin between her legs. She felt him gather up her hair in his hands, pulling her head back further and running his tongue from her ear down to her collarbone. She gasped as the sensation rushed from her neck directly down to her groin, making her feel weak in the knees. They staggered backwards until she could just rest the cheeks of her ass on the kitchen counter. "I like that" she murmured as he traced her collarbone with his tongue. "Really?" he asked. "What else do you like?" "You know," she said. "We have time, and no kids for at least an hour. Let's take advantage of it." Smiling broadly, he turned her around so that her hands were resting on the counter with her back towards him. He bent forward and kissed her behind one ear as he pressed his body against her. She could feel his stiffness through his jeans, but one of the rules in their familiar game was that she couldn't use her hands. Rubbing her ass against his erection, she smiled as she felt his hands drop to her breasts. "I think this shirt is in the way," he said as he rubbed his palms over her throbbing nipples. He reached down and pulled her t-shirt over her head, leaving her breasts exposed. Taking one hard brown nipple between his thumb and forefinger he began to roll it gently, pressing himself against her as she began to moan. He dropped the other hand and began to trace the waistband of her jeans, running his finger lightly from her hip to her belly button and back again. She shifted her stance so that her legs were spread further apart, and gave a small groan at the sensation of his hand on her nipple mingled with the feel of his fingers so close and yet so far from her now dripping pussy. He reached around in front of her, unbuttoned her pants, and then slowly slid the zipper down. She groaned as he reached inside her pants and ran the palm of his hand over her underwear, pressing firmly but not yet lingering on her throbbing clit. "Please, please" she begged. "What do you want?" he asked. "I want you inside of me now" she said. "I don't want to wait anymore." He slid her jeans down to her ankles, but left her sopping underwear on. Kneeling behind her, he began to kiss the backs of her knees as he kneaded the cheeks of her ass. She felt his hands move towards the aching center of her desire as he ran his tongue slowly up the back of her thigh. She reached down to pull her underwear off, and gasped with surprise when he grabbed her wrist in a firm grasp and held it behind her back. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Aren't your hands supposed to be on the counter?" "But I want you so badly" she whimpered. "I see someone has to learn patience," he said. He turned her around so that she was facing him, and then left her standing there while he went to the fridge. Not letting her see what was hidden behind his back in one hand, he brought a chair from the table and set it in front of her. "Close your eyes" he said. "No, wait a minute. This is even better." Twirling her t-shirt into a rope he fastened it over her eyes so that she couldn't see. Effectively blinded, she stood there trembling as she felt his hand stroke her nipple. Suddenly she gasped as she felt a line of cold drop onto the top of her rounded breast. "What's that?" she asked as she felt it slide down to the end of her nipple. It was cold, and left a thick trail on her skin. She moaned as his tongue followed the trail to her large areole and traced it gently. He didn't say anything as his mouth fastened onto her breast, engorging her nipple even further. At the same time, she felt a shock as he inserted a finger into her pussy. Her knees almost buckled as she let out a groan. The sensations seemed to be magnified because she couldn't tell what he was going to do next. His strong mouth pulling on her nipple combined with his finger searching up inside of her felt like an explosion was going to happen. She could feel her thigh muscles begin to clench as his finger twisted inside of her. "Patience," he said softly as she began to buck and moan. She groaned in frustration as she suddenly felt his mouth taken away from her breast. She felt his other hand grab her ass as he dropped to his knees. Still with his finger up her dripping cunt, she felt his mouth fasten onto her pulsating clit as she pushed herself into his face. Twisting his finger inside of her as he sucked on her clit sent her over the edge as she came in great bursting waves that seemed to burst from her head down to her toes. She sank to her knees on the floor to catch her breath as she heard him slide down the zipper of his jeans. She could imagine his jeans sliding down over his slim hips, exposing the throbbing cock beneath. She could see every inch of it in her mind- she'd had it in her mouth so many times that she knew it almost as well as she did her own body. From the weight of his heavy balls to the veins along the side of the shaft to the sensitive place under his head, she loved every inch of it. His hands roughly grabbed her hair as he positioned himself in front of her. Even though she couldn't see, she could feel his throbbing cock against her cheek. Turning her head, she took his cock into her mouth and felt rather than heard him inhale as she made her lips into an O and slowly ran her head from tip to base. She speeded up as he pulled her closer and closer to him, running her tongue along the underside of his cock until she felt him tense beneath her. She felt his hot breath on her neck as he lifted her and turned her so that her stomach was resting against the counter and her legs spread slightly behind her. She sighed softly in anticipation when she felt the head of his cock slide between her legs, rubbing the underside of her clit as he stroked up and down. He dropped to his knees behind her as she pushed herself backwards searching for him, and ran his whole hand along her sopping wet cunt. Focusing on the hand on her pussy, she was surprised to find his other hand on the small of her back. He bent forward and gently kissed her rounded ass cheek, making her tingle with anticipation. As his one hand slowly worked her clit sending her into a frenzy of impatience he circled his tongue closer and closer to her quivering asshole. He held her down on the counter as his tongue slowly explored the hidden crevices, running his tongue across and around it as his hot breath warmed her. Spreading her legs she tried to impale herself on his wandering hand as she pressed her ass back into his face, welcoming the touch of his tongue as he tried to enter her with it. He brought his hand soaking with her juices away from her sopping wet cunt and wiped her ass hard with it, leaving a sticky trail and moistening the outside of her wrinkled hole. She felt him reach behind her on to the counter, and then something cold and hard pressed against her pussy. He slowly slipped it inside her dripping warmth, moving it inch by inch inside of her as he rotated it. She moved backwards, impaling herself on it and groaning with pleasure as he slowly fucked her. Enjoying the sensation of the coldness inside of her, she heard wet sounds and knew that he was covering his cock with something but couldn't imagine what. He brought his now slippery cock to her asshole and slowly ran it around the outside, continuing to fuck her slowly as she moaned and squirmed. She pressed herself back on his cock, wanting it all inside of her. She bent forward and supported her head with her hands as she felt him slowly enter her ass, pausing for a few seconds inside the rim to let her get used to the sensation. She relaxed and opened herself to him, feeling the hard drive of his cock as he pushed himself all of the way inside of her, pressing the object in her pussy deeper and deeper as she moaned beneath him. As she felt herself relax she could feel him go deeper, excited by her opening warmth. Grabbing at her shoulders, he held them as she pushed herself against him, wanting nothing more than all of him. As he drove himself into her she could feel her cunt starting to contract as he moved more quickly in and out. "Oh, fuck me" she finally groaned, as he pulled her back into him. He drove into her until she could feel herself explode against the cold hardness in her cunt and his hot driving cock reaming her in and out. She felt him collapse against her as he shot his hot cum into her ass, filling her with the sticky juices as she pressed into him as hard as she could. They stood there for a minute with his head on her shoulder while he kissed her neck, until he disentangled himself and removed her blindfold. She looked down and laughed. Sticking out of her was the basting brush. He'd taken the tray out of the fridge and inserted the cold plastic handle inside of her. Looking down, she noticed tell tale streaks of barbecue sauce on her breast. "Hmm," she said. "Maybe we should order Chinese tonight?" Dinner Time You stood there in front of me with a short skirt on, knee high boots and a tight white top. I could see that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath as the pure sexual tension between made you excited and your nipples were standing to attention. You came closer to me where I was sitting and brushed the inside of your left leg against the outside of my right one, leant down to whisper in my ear. You seductively said in a low soft voice 'I have no knickers on'. You gently placed a kiss on my check smiled at me and walked away. I stood up and followed you, we were in a hotel lobby waiting to be seated for dinner. We were called into the restaurant by the waiter, as we entered the room you grabbed the cheek of my arse and squeezed it tight. I in turn felt the back of your skirt and found out you weren’t lying definitely no panty line. We sat down and started to eat, I have never seen someone eat soup before so seductively, you would use your lips on the spoon as if you were sucking a cock right then you lifted up your leg and placed it on the edge of my seat. You winked at me and I knew exactly what you wanted. I started running my hands up and down the inside of your leg. All I can say is I am glad it was a small table as I could just manage to reach your pussy with out having to stretch to far and make it obvious what we were doing. I played with your clit for a minute just to help moisten you up a bit. I then inserted my finger and just like a scene from When Harry met Sally, you let out a moan. The waiter came and cleared our table, he looks at you as if to say I know what you two are doing , so you smile sweetly back to him. 'Main course will be another 5 minutes Sir' the waiter said so I just nodded back at him and off he trundled. I talk my finger out of your pussy and discreetly licked it. I got up from the table and you sharply looked at me and then I realised why. My excitement had made me rise to the occasion as you may expect but the evidence was a bit to prominent for all to see. I sat down and poured us a glass of wine. When my dick had calmed down a bit I got up again and went to the bathroom. I was washing my hands when someone walked into the room, it was you. You said to me take me hunny, take me now. I locked the door to the bathroom and dropped my trousers. I picked you up and sat you on the edge near the hand basins. Your legs spread and I started to lick your pussy. You said what about our meal, I looked up and said I have all the food I need here, you laughed and said good. You push my head away and said I want your cock, so you jumped down and started licking my helmet before putting your wanting lips around my shaft. We were both getting very horny and passionate. I insert my penis into you and you let out a loud moan, all of a sudden there is a knock at the door. It was the waiter to see if everything was ok and that our meal was on the table. You shout out, my partner is feeling on well, but we should be out in a few minutes. He replies very well madam and walks off. We just pack up laughing. The sex we had was hot and tense, we sat on the toilet we stood against the wall we fell to the ground. You wanted me deep inside you, I want it too. The taste of your neck and the smell of your perfume drove me wild, I loved to kiss your neck and your breasts and you enjoyed ever second of it. When we came we came together the juices flowed down your leg. I knelt down and licked them. They were sweet, warm and tasty. I inserted my tongue into you to lick the rest out of you, This was very pleasurable for you and the moans should exactly how this felt. We tidied each other up and washed our hands, before returning to the restaurant. We sat down and the waiter came across and ask how I was feeling now. I said I felt great and it most of been something I was eating!!!! He smiled and walked away. Dinner Time I want you to come in. Sit down. And let me serve you dinner. Wearing nothing but a bra, pants and an apron. The kids are away, so we are alone. The music plays softly in the back ground as I slowly remove your tie and loosen your shirt. A brief kiss and I tell you to sit down for dinner. You watch as I bend down, while taking dinner from the oven. You see that I'm wearing crotch less knickers, I turn and smile. I had planned it that way. I place your food in front of you, whilst swaying to the music. I turn and I place my dinner down, opposite yours. Before seating myself, I stand with my back to you and ask you to untie my apron. You do it with almost trembling hands. Turning round to face you, I lift it over my head exposing my bra, only this bra is nipple less, so you're faced with my pert nipples. I don't allow you to touch and insist you do not mention what I am wearing, only the events of the day as you usually would. You seem to struggle to talk and eat today for some reason, telling me your appetite for food is minimal. After a small amount of the dinner, I move around the table and stand behind you, leaning over you from behind. I take off your shirt in what seems like slow motion. Running my hands through your hair and down your back. Kissing from your neck across your shoulders and down your back. I turn you around to face me, and place your hands beneath your legs. You still are not to touch. Next I kiss all the way down the front of you, undoing your trousers and placing my hand on your cock. It feels twice its usual erect size. It feels so nice to know how turned on you are. Stroking your balls now, while watching the look on your face, you think you know what's coming next and don't want this over with too quickly. I remove your trousers and pants, sit across your lap and my wet pussy touches your cock. Again I kiss your neck while moving my hips back and forth. Just barely touching you, but touching just enough to keep the anticipation building. I move to your mouth and we kiss, with such passion, our lips entwine, like we were built for each other, a perfect fit. Kneeling down before you, I take your cock in my mouth whilst caressing your balls. I use my tongue to tease your bell end, you try to give me more, but each time you do I back away. The only way you will get more is to wait; I'm the one in control tonight. I take your cock into my warm wet mouth, feeling every last centimetre till your itching for more. With one hand wanking the base, I suck you. Moving my tongue around stroking along. Up and down, and across your bell end. I see from your movement and the gentle moans that I'm doing it right, stopping just short of you filling my mouth with cum. I stand up before you, and slowly start removing my bra. Left strap. Right strap. Unclasping it at the back. Before taking it off completely. I caress my breasts. Turning my back on you. I ask you to undo it for me, you are more than willing to do that for me. With bra removed I again stand facing you. Pulling my pants slightly down. Teasing you, then lifting them back up. I move and sit on the table. You turn to face me, I place one foot on the table, the other on your shoulder. I move my hand between my legs pulling open my pants for you to see my pussy. I move across my clit in circular motions, starting slow and speeding up, as I get hotter and hotter. I see you start touching yourself and have to make you stop. Tonight the only pleasure you receive will come direct from me. You gladly abide, understanding my rules. I'm back on my clit now and quickly begin to cum, so I slip a finger inside, fucking myself for you now until I orgasm. I'm hot, wet and horny as fuck. I move towards you, place your hands on my arse then sit on your cock. Letting it slip straight in. I instantly start to orgasm as I feel your solid, erect cock, penetrating me. But your not to cum yet. I'm not done with you yet. I bounce up and down on you, my orgasm intensifies each time, I know your about to cum. Just before you do, I stand up, remove my pants and take your cock in my mouth. Tasting you and me. I suck you off to almost perfection, before sitting on you again but this time with my back to you. Your hands on my arse pushing and pulling at me while I move up and down. There is no stopping this time, we cant wait anymore, each second getting closer to climax, our pace starts to quicken now. I start to climax, moans turn to screams of sheer delight, as I hear you orgasm too. After the most intensive orgasm we have ever both shared, I lay back upon you. Once our hearts slow, and breathing returns to normal, I turn towards you. We kiss. Not really knowing what to say all I can think of is "Was Dinner ok?" Dinner Time! Wellesley called up her father to say she was staying the night at her best friend's house. She gave him their number in case of an emergency. After she hung up, she went into the living room to find her friend, Sidney, watching 'When Harry Met Sally.' Wellesley was cute. She was around 5'7, only at age nineteen, with brown wavy hair and dark brown eyes. Her complexion was great but what everyone found most attractive was her 36C set of breasts and her long tan legs. Sadly, she hardly dated. She might have had two boyfriends at the most when she had been seventeen. She looked over at Sid, smiling brightly at her, for no reason. She was glad she could spend time with her. "Come sit by me!" Sid said with a content expression on her face. Wellesley walked over and sat a little closer than she expected to Sid. Since they were close friends, Well's hoped Sid didn't mind. Sid put her head down on Wellesley's shoulder and they continued to watch until the end of the movie never moving. "I'm going to go hit the bed." Sid started, " I'm so tired and if you want, you can stay and watch TV or we can talk. Either one is cool with me." Sid left and Well's walked to the kitchen to find a glass of water. She then headed to Sid's room. Well's almost walked in, but saw Sid's door was ajar and she could see her naked body. Well's was amazed at how quickly she was turned on by a woman's body. Sid has a toned body and perfect curves. Well's thought dirty thoughts unconsciously and she smiled at the vision of sucking 38C tits in her head. Well's excused herself to the bathroom and ran the water. She pretended she was about to take a shower. She took off her clothes and looked fully at herself in the mirror. She was okay with what she saw, but she wished she were as pretty as Sid. Putting a leg on the counter, she looked at her own pussy in the mirror. She became turned on when she saw some wetness and it convinced her she wanted to watch herself masturbate. She touched herself a little bit and decided it would be sexier to do it in the shower. She bent over and made sure the water was hot. She was startled when Sidney accidentally walked in. "Oh my gosh, I didn't know you were in here!" Sid exclaimed. "I'm so sorry, Welles.....Wellesley." Sid had caught herself staring at her friend's body. Wellesley was extremely turned on now that Sid had seen her fully naked and had an urge to masturbate in front of Sid if she didn't leave soon. "Um...Sidney." Well's was surprised that Sid's eyes never left her tits and her pussy. She was thanking god that she shaved before she came here. Since Well's figured Sidney was admiring her, she made a move to step forward. Sid stopped her and said, "Don't move, please." Well's became confused and suddenly stopped walking forward. She asked Sid, "Why?" and Sid couldn't speak. She couldn't stop staring at Well's and wondered why she hadn't become aware of her before like this. "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable," she lastly said very softly. "Oh, well then in that case I'll leave. You can have the shower. Guess you don't want this." She smiled wickedly while pointing to her pussy. Sid had to say something. Finally, Sidney made up her mind and smiled back, "I'm thinking I wanna hit that." They laughed and settled down a few minutes later realizing they were still standing next to each other naked. Well's had never been so forward in her life, yet found some guts to put her leg back on the counter. Sidney's mouth dropped and saw a wide-open wet pussy. Well's ignored Sid's facial expression. Soon, she just closed her eyes. She bravely put a hand between her legs and felt her wet spot growing. She wanted to masturbate with Sid watching. She rubbed herself to get her going and flicked her finger over her clit. It sent a little jolt through her spine and she loved it. She kept playing with it and making small thrusts toward the air while she put pressure over her sensitive areas. When she felt she was wet enough, which didn't take long, she stuck a finger in and gasped. She was so horny and so wet for Sid. She thought of lesbian images going through her head. She thought of girls sucking tits, groping, eating out pussies and grinding into each other. She wanted all of that NOW! Well's kept fingering herself, moving her own body, to meet her fingers thrusting into her own pussy. She flicked and fucked herself harder when she felt the first signs of an orgasm coming. Surprised she felt warm lips on her mouth, kissing her with the softest touch. Puffy lips tasted so good to her and she opened her mouth to invite Sid in. Soon they were tongue fucking each other and Sid kept touching Well's body as much as she could. Sid fondled and stroked Well's tits and a low moan came from both of them at the same time. They liked it and Well's broke the kiss when she had to gasp and moan very loudly, with "Oh, yes! God... c'mon baby... oh... oh... ahh... mm" She stuck two fingers into her and moved them fast within her walls. She was so wet and she could easily slide them in and out of her pussy like a cock. She took them out and let her orgasm reach her. She shook and had to slide down to the floor in order to still feel herself, yet feel immense pleasure. She was smiling away. She spread her legs out far for Sid to see how wet a pussy could get. Sid placed her fingers on Well's cunt and got some cum on her fingers. She put her fingers in her mouth and tasted Well's cum. She tasted yummy- almost like sprite. After Sid tasted it, she placed a deep kiss on Well's only because she wanted Well's to taste herself Sid helped Well's up and took her to her room. She lied Well's down on the bed and admired her delicious body. "I didn't think we'd be spending tonight like this, but hey- I'm not complaining!" Well's smiled and took Sid's hand to soon feel it holding her tit. Sid squeezed and played with it and then stopped. She wanted to be closer. Sid adjusted herself on top of Well's, bodies pressing together and Well's wet pussy touching Sid's stomach. Sid placed her mouth on Well's nipple and sucked it. Soon her mouth was all over, kissing, licking, sucking, biting Well's tits. She moaned while sucking them letting Well's know they tasted good. Well's was back to touching herself and Sid would not have that. Sid turned around, sticking her pussy in Well's face while her mouth was already touching and kissing pussy. Well's moved her head forward and then stuck her tongue out so she could reach Sid's pussy. She licked Sid's pussy and found it really wet. She was happy. She took her hands and put them on Sid's ass to make her pussy come closer. She wanted it to be like a make out session with Sid's pussy. She lapped her up and placed her tongue deep within Sid causing Sid to moan and thrust into her face. Well's felt Sid's mouth all over, licking and sucking her pussy. Her pussy was already doing unconscious thrusts towards Sid's mouth and Sid slipped her tongue over sensitive spots that made Well's jolt and make noises like, "Ahh... this feel so-o-o-o-o-o g-o-o-o-d!!! Oh Sid, fuck me... please! Taste my pussy!! You like that?" Sid responded by sticking a finger in Well's cunt while still sucking her clit. On the other side, Well's was very much into eating Sid out. Well's thrusted her tongue in and out of Sid's pussy and flicked her tongue for a few seconds just right over her most sensitive spot. Well's took her time and made sure Sid would have a great big orgasm. A few minutes later, Well's felt Sid's orgasm coming, after all that tongue and fingering, she hoped it would come! Sid's body started shaking every time Well's slid her tongue in Sid's pussy. Well's removed her mouth and put in two fingers into Sid's pussy. "Ohhh!! Well's! Fuck me hard baby, do it...I need this!" Well's rammed her fingers in Sid's pussy and even stretched Sid by putting in a third. She finger fucked Sid and right before Sid's orgasm, Well's removed her fingers and placed her mouth there and only licked her clit. Sid's orgasm came, "Fuck...Well's!! I'm cumming! Ahh... oh... oh yah... oh god... yes!" Instead of stopping, Well's kept sucking and licking Sid's clit. Sid's body shook so violently, Well's had a bit of a hard time but kept up the licking. She wanted to torture Sid to bits and have her pussy as swollen as it could be. Another wave of pleasure washed over Sid and her pussy was moving everywhere in Well's mouth. Well's thrusted her pussy into Sid's mouth and wanted to have that same feeling. Sid placed her mouth over Well's pussy and sucked it hard. She flicked her tongue hard and rubbed the clit with her fingers. "Fuck me too...Sid...please!" Sid understood and placed two fingers in Well's clit. She did the same thing Well's had done a few seconds ago, but changed the pace at random times. Sid took her fingers out and rubbed Well's clit one more time before sticking her tongue as far as it could go in Well's pussy. She kept her tongue in there and wiggled it around, feeling Well's soaking wet pussy. Before seconds, Well's had screamed out she was cumming and her body went nuts against Sid's mouth and fingers. Sid had licked her up clean and turned herself around to meet Well's face to face. She leaned down and kissed Well's with cum-covered lips. She kissed her with force and yet so much passion. They held each other for a long time after the kiss and decided they wanted to see each other more. "You were fantastic Sid!" Well's smiled at her new lover and sarcastically Sid replied, "You started it, although you were a mighty good dinner! I'm thinking that's my new #1 favorite meal on the chart." Dinner Time at Ca'el Bosco "I have a confession to make, James." Helmut began smoothly, once the Cognac had been served and the servant had discreetly backed his way out of the room; the carved double doors closing with a muted but definite, click. "I had my reasons for asking you to dinner." He paused, looking at me with an amused twinkle in his eye. "You see, I most especially wanted you to meet my Liese." Meet her indeed! It was all I could do to tear my eyes away from the slender, dark-haired woman, who sat, elegantly dressed in a little black dress, directly across the table from me. "Beautiful, isn't she?" he asked, in a hushed voice, talking about our dinner companion as though she wasn't there. It was obviously a rhetorical question: no red-blooded man could resist the allure of that mouth-watering, sleek-bodied creature who sat so exquisitely poised in that revealing, sleeveless dress: her slender arms, delicate shoulders, and finely sculpted neck and chest, all left deliciously bare in the soft glow of the candlelight. She held herself with the perfectly composed, slightly detached air of a high fashion model. No man could help but being captivated by that pale, cool beauty, the chiseled features with those lovely eloquent eyes, and classic high cheekbones, that lithe, small-breasted body, and of course, those long gorgeous legs of hers, sheathed in smooth black nylon, their splendid lengths exposed from the high-riding hem to the gleaming points of high-heeled strapped sandals. Not knowing what else to do, I smiled politely and nodded my agreement. Helmut never noticed, for his eyes never left that striking face that he so obviously adored. "Liese! Come here, Kitten." Those dark eyes flickered, met the man's for just a moment; something passed between them. Lowering her eyes prettily, the young woman quite deliberately sat down her glass, removed the napkin from her lap, folded it carefully, and placed it on the table before her. We watched the beautiful girl rise to her feet and come around the table, to take her accustomed place at her lover's side. For a split second she glanced down at me. Those eyes were large, perfectly shadowed, with seductive long lashes. They were lovely eyes; but for me, they held only bland indifference. She raised her gaze to stand with chin held high, remote, looking over my head, far off into the distance. Like a well-trained model, the girl slid easily into a rakish pose, one hip thrust forward, as she shifted her lanky weight, instinctively presenting herself to be admired. But her paramour never turned to regard his elegant mistress waiting patiently at his side. Instead his attention remained focused on me as he sat back from the table, and studied my face, seemingly fascinated by my reactions. "You know, James, in my life I have found only two true passions: horses and women." As he talked, his hand reached up behind him to come to rest on the jutting curve of the girl's hip; he let it idly caress the sleek feminine contour of those long strong flanks, stroking the stunning brunette, moving the thin dress she wore under his fingertips, sliding it slowly, up and down that nyloned thigh. "Things that I collect because I am helpless before them: hopelessly smitten. I can do no more than surrender to such unspeakable beauty." His handsome blond head nodded in contemplation; the hand continued moving absently on the skirted haunch. "Take my Kitten, here. Exquisite, isn't she?" He spoke as though lost in his own thoughts, thoughts that had nothing to do with me, yet I felt compelled to somehow respond. I mumbled something inane, how she was very pretty indeed, just to be polite, and immediately felt rather silly. But my host seemed not to have heard me, and the dark-haired woman stood still as a statue, as the slowly caressing hand adored her black-sheathed body. "Yes, most exquisite...that face, perfection itself, don't you think, with a kind of haunting quality; although the silly girl thinks that her lips are a bit too thin. And such a well-formed body: economical, no line wasted, a streamlined, the feminine curves in some ways blatantly obvious, while in some ways slight and subtle." I watched his hand move, hypnotized by the lazy circuit it was making and the way it slid the slippery dress over the nyloned column. "Liese thinks her hair is her best feature. Women! Still, it is glorious, to be sure, especially when she lets it down and one is allowed to appreciate the heavy fullness, the warm softness of that silky perfumed mane." His eyes closed to savor some happy memory, while I looked up at the neatly pinned chignon, upswept for the elegant formality of the dining room. "But as for me, I am particularly enamored of her darling breasts. Have I told you about my Liese's breasts?" he asked, as if inquiring about the weather. "Not too large, as you can see. Personally, I've never been attracted to women with large breasts, though I can understand how they might appeal to some men. Liese has a rather small set to be sure, but they are unique, and really quite interesting. And she has the most extraordinary nipples!" He paused to let me consider that bit of singular information. Feeling as though I had been invited to freely consider those small, jutting breasts, I now took full advantage of the invitation. My eyes fell on the girl's hidden nipples. Were the little bumps I could see poking against the front of the dress evidence of that first stiffening that comes with early stirrings of arousal? Or did the girl's deeper passions remain unruffled, as evenly placid as the detached, remote expression of that handsome face? In which case, the impression of hardened tips jutting forth might be no more than the state of repose that nature had bestowed on her? It was on such speculation like this, that I often spent my idle hours. In either case, it was obvious that the distinct impression of those thinly veiled nipples, confirmed my earlier speculations -- the girl had not bothered with a brassiere! Under the thin dress, those unsupported breasts stood out proudly by means of their natural firmness, their inner resiliency. I managed to keep the polite smile plastered on my face, and tear my eyes away from the topic of conversation. "Would you like to see them?" This astonishing question was delivered in the same casual, off-handed manner he had been using all the while. "If the lady has no objections," I managed to get out through my awkwardness and the sudden dryness in my throat. "Liese! Objections!" His playing smile broadened at what he undoubtedly considered my English innocence. He gave a shrug of indifference; it was nothing, a trivial matter. "But of course, she has no objections!" The object of this conversation moved not a muscle: the slightly bored expression on those pretty features never flickered. "Come closer, Kitten," he beckoned her down over the table. She obediently came to him, lowered head and shoulders, and stood stooped over. The single string of pearls swung forward, hanging down, as he reached up behind her neck to unhitch the back of the slinky gown. The girl waited patiently for inept male fingers to undo the little catch, and work open the few bottoms at the top of the curving neckline. With the bodice loose, he brushed the thin straps off her shoulders and the dress promptly slithered down, exposing the top of her smooth chest till its descent was arrested, caught up on the very ends of those small, jutting breasts. To bare her breasts completely, it was necessary for the girl to slip out of the loops of the flimsy shoulderstraps that bound her upper arms, and this she now did at the silent urging of her lover. It was done with the casual efficiency of a woman undressing in the privacy of her bedroom. No longer suspended, the loosened dress slipped lower, its descent helped by Helmut, who grabbed a fistful of the sagging bodice and drew it away from her, down her front, exposing those hard little breasts in one impatient gesture. Now he took his time, smoothening out the disheveled dress, arranging it in carefully folding pleats around the girl's slim waist. "There, that's much better!" he pronounced with finality. "You may stand up, now." Allowed to straighten up to her full height, the dark haired woman stood once more at her lover's side, proud, with chin held high, lanky shoulders pulled back, freely exposing her succulent breasts to me for the first time, two taut cones, jutting outward in their audacity. They sat low-slung on that long, lean torso, sporting prominent nipples that were oversized for their narrow, pointy shapes. Helmut was right about the girl's rich cocoa nipples, they stood out boldly, brazenly: the wide aureoles puffy, the nubby tips distended and protruding. "Well, what do you think?" His craggy face broke into a smile of pride; beaming to show off his newest possession. I tried to be as nonchalant as my host, blaze, sophisticated -- a man of the world, who took such provocative displays in stride. But below the table my penis had surged into a powerful erection, and was suffocating in the tangle of my underwear. I slipped a hand below the tablecloth to surreptitiously ease my demanding manhood. I shifted in my seat. "Quite nice," I managed to reply, choosing my words carefully, yet trying for the impression that I knew was expected of me -- the dry understatement of the proper English gentleman. "Perhaps you'd like to see a little more?" Helmut asked, in an equally dispassionate manner, as if suggesting another glass of Cognac. A ripple of excitement shot through me; my straining penis twitched with a renewed surge of interest. Trying to keep my eyes on my charming host, I smiled politely. It was all I could think of to do. "Kitten, our guest would like to see you nude. Get undressed, please." This remarkable order, like the previous one, was taken in with the same sang-froid that I came to so admire in the well-trained girl Maintaining that expressionless face, eyes still locked on some distant horizon, the ex-model, slipped her thumbs into the half-masted dress that bound her waist, gathered up the bunched material and shoved it down her hips, letting gravity take over at some point so that it fell the rest of the way down those tall nyloned legs to land in a soft heap ringing her ankles. Still holding herself perfectly erect, she raised each knee in turn, simply stepping free of the inky puddle with the unassuming grace of a mythical faun. The pointy toe of shiny black pump nudged the crumpled dress aside to leave it on the thick carpet at her feet. Now we were presented with that superb figure: the long lithe form of Liese's V.'s streamlined body -- splendidly naked but for her stockings and underpants. From the hips up the young woman wore nothing but the short string of pearls. Her breasts, swaying provocatively as she removed her dress, had now, with a taut jiggle, settled into place, jutting out in defiant pride, oversized nipples at the ready. That finely sculpted torso tapered slightly to a pair of long narrow hips, encased in low slung, black silk panties: see-through lacy, with an shiny, opaque wedge just at the crotch where the snug briefs were plastered to the soft mound of the girl's sex. Tucked folds of fleshy labia, dimly evident, were half-hidden, just between her legs. The tops of her tapering thighs were left splendidly naked by the pair of dark-tinted nylons she wore. Full length stockings with wide top-bands of snug elastic, embroidered with fine lace, banded those mouth-watering thighs two thirds of the way up, sheathing those magnificent tall lengths in smooth dark nylon. The pointed toes were set side by side on the carpet, smoothly tapering legs, straight and close-set, as the slender woman held herself -- one shoulder raised and slightly forward. It was a classic pose; one designed to allow mere mortals to worship the sensual beauty of this dark-haired goddess. Helmut, met my eye, beaming and nodding his blond head like a mechanical doll. He seemed to have a hard time containing his burgeoning pleasure. His smile widened. My prick was aching, and I felt warm, my palms, sweating. "Go on, Kitten, the rest." For the first time I thought I saw just a slight curl at the edge of those painted lips, as she looked down to study her lover. It was no more than the suggestion of a smug smile, a wry trace of amused indulgence, such as a mother might give to an irrepressible boy-child. I watched elegant hands rise up to the waistband of those sexy briefs, her thumbs hook in the front and slide around to each hip. And then, without fanfare, she drew her panties down to her knees, raising each foot in turn while bending forward, breasts swinging out as she freed herself from the silky scrap. As she went about slipping off her shoes and peeling down her nylons, I examined her sex, the vulva richly matted with soft curlings of pubic hair that formed a little puff at the apex between her legs; the pouting lips heavily shaded by the riot of thick, soft dark curls. After taking a chair to pull off the clinging nylons, she slipped her bare feet back into her shoes, in what I thought was a curious gesture. Helmut had said not a word to her, yet the woman seemed to know what was wanted. Had this strange pas-de-deux been enacted before, perhaps before an audience, other guests who had sat in this very chair? I got the eerie feeling that this was indeed a routine, some bizarre ritual that had been repeated many times, when Helmut looked up at his naked mistress and, still without a word, pointed to a small sofa set against the wall across the room from the table. It was a narrow divan, backless, and upholstered in a fine velvet of deep forest green. A large scrolled arm at one end provided a place to rest one's weary head. It was to this divan that Liese now retired. I watched in fascinated silence as the sleek nude, in nothing but her heels, a jeweled wristwatch, and that short string of pearls, turned her back on us, causally picked up a drink, and nonchalantly walked away. My eyes adored the long lean slope of her bare back, the seductive flare of her long hips. It fell riveted to the seductive sway of that shapely behind, fascinated by delectable rearcheeks rhythmically moving, churning with each step of those high heeled shoes, as she sauntered across the room. Placing her naked bottom on the velvet padding, she slid up to recline back, pulling up her long lissome legs, to lay extended out along the padded length of the divan. Turned onto one hip so that she was faced us, she lay back languidly, propped herself up with an elbow braced on the thick scroll. We drained our glasses. Helmut offered me a cigar. Another glass of the golden Cognac was poured, and we settled back to talk of things quite ordinary, while this exquisite nude sipped her drink, and regarded us from her velvet couch with those deep, eloquent eyes. The End @ 1999, Don Winslow