0 comments/ 11025 views/ 1 favorites Hello By: Jazzbaby Approaching his door I feel an anxious nervous shimmer in my stomach. I knock - tapping lightly - almost afraid or perhaps merely unsure. The door opens and your familiar "Hi!" greets me. You smile and step aside to let me in. I walk past you and your scent envelopes me - I'm immediately at ease... in your presence at last. You take my coat off of my shoulders, sliding it down my arms. We chat amiably as you hang my coat up, then turn to give me one of your warmest embraces and a sweet kiss 'hello'. Turning and walking into the kitchen - I follow closely behind. A bottle of wine is waiting, empty glass sitting next to it, expecting it's fill. "Just half a glass for now - after all...it's still early." I thank you and take the glass from your hand, our fingers touch in a quick caress. I take a lingering taste, feeling the wine as it warms my tongue and slips smoothly down my throat. The heat in my stomach soon spreads through my body as I enjoy each lingering taste. It's not long before I feel the familiar weakness in my legs. I lean against the wall, listening to you as you tell me about your week. Watching you talk, I look at your eyes - your mouth - smiling when you smile, laughing at your anecdotes. I try to share what's been happening to me in the past week, but as I speak I soon realize there isn't much that I care to share at this moment. I stop speaking, take a step closer to you - reaching my left hand up to caress your right cheek. Slipping my hand around to the back of your neck, I draw your head closer to me as I tip mine back. Meeting your lips in a slow, tender, lingering kiss. The tip of my tongues slipping between your lips, just enough to taste....just enough to tease. I draw away...turn... and walk down the hall towards the bedroom. The familiar room where we have shared too few intimate nights. Setting my glass of wine down on the dresser, I look into the mirror - running my hands through my hair. In the reflection I see you quietly step into the room behind me. Dropping my arms I watch as you move close behind me - my breath catches in my throat. I soon feel your body next to mine, your arms slipping around me - warming me. Your head lowers to the crook of my neck where you nuzzle me, just below my right ear, the place that you know is so sensitive and erotic for me. Your arms wrap around me, over my own, trapping me in your embrace. My head falls against your shoulder, giving way to the dizziness that is filling my mind and heart. Your lips continue to brush against my neck, sending hot tingling sensations coursing down my spine. Warmth spreads through me - I can feel sweet heat beginning to center in my thighs. Your right hand caresses my left breast then moves slowly, gingerly down my body. Fingertips slipping underneath the waistband of my jeans. Down to the lace of my new white lingerie...your fingers find the edge and deftly slip inside. An unexpected moan from the back of my throat escapes my lips, anticipating your touch. I feel your hand on my belly as your fingertips search downward. Reaching the cleft of my inner thighs, I relax against your chest, your fingertips part my lips and finds my moist, warm clit. My knees feel as if they want to fold but your embrace keeps me secure. My breathing becomes more shallow and my head lighter. A sweet hot sensation begins to overtake me as your fingers massage my soft, wet flesh. I spread my legs a little...you begin to move your fingers in small gentle circles. Your left hand moves under my shirt to my right breast, gently squeezing, caressing and kneading my nipple between your fingers. You quickly pull your left hand out of my shirt and grasp my throat, pulling me against you in a firm embrace. I am trapped against you, my hands grabbing your upper arms, only to hold on. My mind is slipping further away in a swirling dreamlike state. Your fingers caress my throat and your thumb moves up under my chin - you turn my head towards you and we find each other in a strong sensual kiss. Tongues exploring and seeking pleasure...I softly bite your tongue as you pull away, then you come at me again, biting my lower lip. I can feel myself falling, yet your strong arms won't let me fall. I grasp your shoulders, digging my nails into your skin. You nip the back of my neck, the sensation is indescribable and uncontrollable. Your movements become quicker, more insistent, the heat of my body is pouring from me...sweating, moaning, I can only think of the insistent sensations you're creating. I move my hips in an effort to get closer to your hand...I can't seem to get close enough ... I arch my back. You hold me fast, not leaving me much room to move. I can no longer control my moans and whimpers. The throbbing increases with every stroke and I'm lost....lost....I have no control over my body. Your touch becomes lighter, then aggressive and the teasing sensation disturbs me...I need more, but you tease again and slow your touch. I sense your fingertips, wet with my lust and heat. When your caresses quicken tears form in my eyes, gently slip down my cheeks...I've lost total control...I'm completely yours, yours to do with what you will. But you only have my pleasure as your goal, as if it were your deepest desire. When I think I can no longer stand the sensations your caresses become more urgent, my orgasm comes hard and fast, racking my body with spasms. Again I feel as if I would fall if it weren't for your arms, holding me....controlling me. You slow - but don't stop teasing, playing...quickening again to drive me to ecstasy once more. I feel like liquid in your arms - no longer a body but a bursting of shimmering light. You draw away when you trust that I can stand on my own. I turn to you and grasp your right hand - bringing it to my lips...the scent of me is on your fingertips and I breathe it in, taking your fingers in my mouth to taste the pleasure you so freely gave. We kiss, that sweet, gentle kiss as we did upon greeting each other. You take me by the hand and guide me to the bed where we lay down, in each others arms...just to lay quietly in each other's comfort. Hello Approaching his door I feel an anxious, nervous shimmer in my stomach. I knock lightly, almost afraid, or perhaps merely unsure. I'm not certain where these feelings are coming from, I hadn't expected to feel such trepidation. The door opens to his familiar "Hi" as I'm greeted. Smiling he steps aside to let me in. As I walk past him, his scent envelopes me - and I'm immediately at ease in his presence, at last. He takes my coat off my shoulders, sliding it down my arms. We chat amiably as my coat is hung in the closet. Turning to give me one of his warmest embraces, and a sweet kiss hello. Turning and walking into the kitchen, I follow closely behind. A bottle of wine is waiting, empty glass sitting next to it ... expecting its' fill. "Just half a glass for now - after all it's still early." I thank him taking the glass from his hand, our fingers touch in a simple quiet caress. The first lingering taste, feeling the wine as it warms my tongue, slips smoothly down my throat. The heat in my stomach soon spreads through my body as I enjoy each savory sip. Not long after my second glass, I begin to feel the familiar weakness in my legs. I lean against the wall, listening to him as he tells me about his week. Watching him talk, looking into his eyes, at his mouth, smiling when he smiles, laughing at his anecdotes. In turn, I try to share what's been happening to me in the past week, but as I speak I soon realize there isn't much that I care to share at this moment. I stop speaking, take a step closer, and reach my hand up to caress his cheek. Slipping my hand around to the back of his neck, drawing him closer to me, tipping my head back to greet his lips. Meeting his mouth in a slow, tender, lingering kiss. The tip of my tongue slips between his lips, just enough to taste, enough to tease. I draw away and turn to walk down the hall towards the bedroom. The familiar room where we have shared too few intimate nights. Setting my glass of wine on the dresser, I stop in front of the mirror to run my hands through my hair. In the reflection I see him quietly step into the room. Dropping my arms to my side, I watch as he moves close behind me, my breath catches in my throat. Soon his body is against mine, his arms slip around me, warming me. His head lowers to the crook of my neck where he nuzzles me just below my ear, the place that is so sensitive and erotic ... he knows me so well. Arms wrap around me, over my own, trapping me in an erotic embrace. My head falls against his shoulder, giving way to the dizziness that is filling my mind and heart. His lips continue to brush against my neck, sending hot tingling sensations coursing down my spine. Warm weakness spreads through me, I can feel sweet heat beginning to center in my thighs. His hand caresses my breast then moves slowly, gingerly down my body in a teasing dance. Fingertips slip beneath the waistband of my jeans. Down tot the lace of my new white lingerie ... his fingers find the edge and deftly slip inside. An unexpected moan from the back of my throat escapes my lips, anticipating his touch. He draws the zipper down and pushes my jeans down where I can step out of them. I feel his hand on my belly as his fingertips search downward. Reaching the cleft of my inner thighs, I relax against his chest, his fingertips part my lips and finds the warm, moist clit. My knees feel as if they want to fold, but his embrace keeps me secure. Our breathing becomes more shallow and my head is light. A sweet hot sensation overtakes me as his fingers massage my soft, wet flesh. I spread my legs a little... fingers move in small gentle circles, light pressure. His free hand moves under my shirt to my breast, gently squeezing, caressing and kneading my nipple between his fingers. His hand quickly pulls from my shirt and gently, yet securely, grabs my throat, pulling me tight against him in a firm hold. I am trapped, my hands grabbing his upper arms - to keep steady. My mind slips further away in a swirling dreamlike state. His fingers stroke my throat and his thumb moves up under my chin, turning my head towards him. We find each other in a strong sensual kiss. Tongues exploring and seeking pleasure...softly I bite his tongue and he pulls away, then comes at me again, returning a bite to my lower lip. I swear that I'm falling, yet his strong arms won't let me. Grasping his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. He nips the back of my neck, the sensation is indescribable and uncontrollable. Movements quicken, becoming more insistent. The heat of my body is pouring from me....sweating, moaning. I can only think of the unremitting sensations he arouses in me. Efforts to move my hips closer to his hand are insufficient, I can't get close enough to quell my desire. Arching my back to push nearer. He holds me fast, not leaving me much room to move. I no longer am in control of my moans and whimpers. The throbbing increases with every stroke and I'm lost ... so lost. No will over my own body. His touch becomes lighter, then aggressive and the teasing sensation disturbs me. I need more, but he teases again and slows his touch. I sense his fingertips, wet with my lust and heat. When his petting quickens, tears form in my eyes, gently slipping down my cheeks. I've lost all control, I'm completely his, his to do with what he wills. But, he only has my pleasure as his goal, as if it were his deepest desire. When I feel I can no longer stand the sensations, his caresses become more urgent, my orgasm comes hard and fast, racking my entire body with electric spasms. Again the sensation of falling overtakes me, if it weren't for his arms, I'd be in a pool on the floor. He holds me, controls me, slowing, but not stopping the hot temptations. Playing, quickening again to drive me over the edge of ecstasy once more. I am liquid in his arms, no longer a body, but a bursting of shimmering light. He draws away when it's trusted that I can stand on my own. I turn to him and take his right hand, bringing it to my lips, the scent of my passion is on his fingers and I breathe it in, taking them in my mouth to taste the pleasure he so freely gave. We kiss, that sweet, gentle kiss as we did upon our greeting. Taking me by the hand, I'm led to the bed where we lay in each others arms...to rest quietly in each others' comfort. Hello With grateful thanks to Jeanette from Lit chat for all her hard work and tolerant editing. After chatting online for almost nine months, talking on the phone for hours until finally we decide it's time, and nervously make plans at last. You book a room allowing you to feel safer, more in control. Friends knowing where you are, still in your hometown, but not ready for me at your home. I drive 2 hours to meet you, almost turning back twice; will you want me, like me? Feeling like a teenager on a first blind date, I continue. You call to let me know you are there, giving me the room number, telling me to hurry. At last, I get there and find your room, palms sweaty, and throat dry I knock on the door. You stand there wearing only a black silk robe, dark stockings and heels. We stand and look at one another, the light from the open drapes framing you 'My god you're more beautiful than I could ever have imagined'. Closing the door behind me, I step forward take you in my arms and we kiss. Gently at first savouring our moment together after a long wait, I smell your perfume simple and natural just shampoo and soap, As we kiss I taste you, you're fun side coming out as I taste strawberry on your lips and I feel you smile knowing I'm tasting it. Reluctantly I break the kiss, stepping back I just want too look at you. As we pull apart, I gently tug your robe a bare, beautiful breast slips free of the material, our eyes follow its path and then we catch each other's eye and smile. You take your breast in your hand raise it to me as I lower my mouth I begin to lick and suck your nipple taking it in my mouth softly holding it between my teeth, my tongue flicking over the tip. Your hand holds my head pulling me to you, as my hands remove your robe it falls silently to the floor I move to your other nipple; again sucking it deeply into my mouth. Eventually, reluctantly I take my mouth from your tits. Stepping back I look at you, naked except for your stockings and shoes, gorgeous, body, smooth, soft and curved; tits slightly drooped with motherhood, nipples hard and inviting, pussy bare and smooth, labia peeking through already wet with anticipation. God, I want you. I pick you up, carrying you through to the bed. I lay you down and remove my jacket and shirt before hesitating nervously then removing my shoes, socks, and trousers, you watch, fingers teasing your lips and me both, as you play. You remember how much I like to watch. Naked at last, I join you on the bed. Starting at your feet, I begin to lick and kiss my way up your body. Each toe gets a small kiss before I begin my journey up your legs. Raising them, I tickle behind your knees, my tongue trailing down your thigh, your hips rise- ready for me, but I won't take the invitation and continue my journey to your belly, your tits and finally your mouth ... before lowering myself again to your belly, moving down until at last I reach your hot mound. You bend your knees, raising your hips to meet me, as my tongue touches your hard bud. Your hands grip the back of my head, pulling me in, forcing me onto you. I suck your clit into my mouth, my hands slide under your raised ass gripping your cheeks as my thumbs pull your pussy petals open. You relax your grip on my head allowing me to explore you. I lick round and round your pussy lips, tasting you, savouring you, I lap up your juices as my tongue enters you reaching deep within you. The scent of your sex fills my lungs as I breathe it in. I start to fuck you with my tongue, gently in and out, then move to your clit licking , teasing, biting softly, feeling you tense and moan as I do. Knowing you like a little pain, I bite harder as two of my fingers enter your pussy reaching up in you, finding your g spot. The gentle assault on your body continues fingers deep in your wet pussy, mouth on your clit. Your moans grow louder, a beautiful sound for me knowing I'm bringing you to climax. Your hips begin to move, your hands tight on my head, slowly but surely you begin to cum. Your body tenses then begins to shiver, your moans grow louder until a small scream escapes your lips. I take my fingers from your pussy, releasing your clit as my mouth clamps tight over your pussy, sucking you in, drinking your juices as you cum, a beautiful food for my soul. More and more they flow filling my mouth until your climax subsides. I make my way back up your body as you relax and we kiss deeply our tongues dancing. You taste yourself on my lips, eventually, unable to breathe, we pull apart, look deep in each others eyes...and speak our first word... 'Hello.' Hello I don't know why you're here. I don't know how you got here. To be honest, I really don't care. I didn't know you were coming, or even that you knew where I lived, but whatever. Right now, all I care about is that you're in my house. I'd only gotten home from work an hour ago. I had a really bad day, so to cheer myself up, I'd jumped into the shower. I'd been doing the girl thing for an hour, the herbal shampoo, the shaving from top to toe, exfoliation, the works. I felt somewhat better once I was clean, fresh smelling and smooth. After spending a good 10 minutes massaging cream into my still damp skin, paying particular attention to my slightly swollen breasts, I lay across my bed still in a damp towel, letting my hair mess itself up across the covers. I must've drifted off for a few moments. I was awoken by your knock on the door. I knew instinctively that it was you by the prickles of arousal that were stirring me. The towel had slipped, but for the sake of decency, and to save myself from the ever-inquisitive neighbours, I grabbed it and wrapped it around myself as I made my way to the door. My head told me that it couldn't be you, but my sexual organs were telling me a different story. My cunt could feel you coming a mile away. Or several if you count conversations we have over the net. So, I open the door, half hoping, half knowing that I would see you there. You take in the sight of me, damp curls clinging to my naked shoulders, wrapped in a fluffy white towel slipping down my breasts, and grin. You don't offer an explanation, neither of us would be bothered by it, you just push through the door, close it behind you and lock it. It takes about half a second for you to slide the towel off me, pull me hard against you and press your lips to mine. I've never met anyone who does to me with a simple kiss what you do. Not that I'd call your kisses simple. In romance novels they talk about kisses that turn your knees to jelly. I say stuff that, the kisses you give me make my insides feel like melted chocolate – hot, smooth, sexy, naughty, and a whole lot of other stuff that's indescribable. It's like a secret indulgence that I can never deny myself. You know it, you enjoy it, and I'm pretty sure you use it to your full advantage. So, having turned my insides liquid, I guess it just seems time to set my outside on fire. You lift me up, and my legs instinctively wrap around your waist. In my tiny unit, you only need two steps and we're tumbling onto the bed. Around getting your shirt off, you somehow manage to show full appreciation of the unusual fullness of my breasts. It's almost like they were waiting just for you, and the way you're caressing them is soothing and arousing at the same time. Your tongue flicks around my nipples and you lick and suck them into hard little peaks. One hand strays down over my belly as my hands find the buttons on your waist. Your hand finds the growing dampness between my thighs as mine grasps the smooth hardness of your dick. I'm not sure if the sounds coming from my throat are pleasure at the way you're stroking me or the way you feel in my hand. Slowly your mouth works it's way down until your head is between my thighs, and for a few minutes you are content to get reacquainted with the taste of me, your hands hold my hips down to the bed, and I lose myself for a time. In a haze, I decide I want your cock in me, and I pull your head out from between my thighs. I pull you up to kiss me again, and taste myself on your lips. This only makes me want you more. I push you over onto your back, and start my own expedition down your body, being as kind to you as you were to me, that being, not at all. Torturously slowly and just the way I know you like it, I work down your body – tongue, nails and hair all helping. I gently drag my nails along the insides of your thighs, up to your balls, and cup them in my hands. The weight of them in my hand feels good, and I gently roll them in my palm. It's funny but sometimes playing with your body like this is my favourite part. I move up to what we probably both consider the best part of you. I don't know if I ever told you this, but I've always thought you have the perfect dick, wether it's in me or in front of me. Right now, I'm admiring the smoothness. I run my tongue up along the underside of it, testing. I run my tongue in a circle around the base, then back up to the head of it. I like teasing you this way. After running my tongue around in circles a few times, I take the whole head in my mouth. I've always liked the way you simply lie back and enjoy me enjoying sucking your cock. Sometimes I think you'd let me do it all day if I didn't eventually want to give it a nice snug warm home. Which, I decide, I want to do now. I slide my body back up yours, licking here and there. You taste so good tonight it's unbelievable. I lift myself up and position myself over your cock, which is rock hard and standing straight up. You know what's coming, this part of it is so familiar, the long, drawn out lead up to mind blowing pleasure. Slowly I lower myself, teasing even more by rotating my hips as I descend. You let out one of those throaty groans that stirs something primal in me. I take in your full length, then move up again, just as slowly. Again. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensations of slow penetration. You take my first low moans as the signal they usually are, and flip me over onto my back. You push into me, hard, fast, just the way you know I like it. You push into me again and again, hard and unyielding, making me gasp and moan, pushing my legs up to your waist to help you push harder. My nails drive into your back, urging you deeper. You kneel between my thighs, lifting me legs over your shoulders giving you deeper access, and you drive down as far as you can over and over again, making my thighs shake as spasms run through my body. Still not satisfied, you pick me up and flip me over, taking me from behind, your hands on my waist pulling me towards you as I feel the contractions again shivering through me. The feel of my tight pussy contracting on your cock brings you to orgasm and as you come, I feel the warm spurts spreading through me, intensifying my orgasm until we both collapse onto the bed spent, breathing heavily, muscles weak and unable to move. I suppose at some point in time we manage to crawl up to the pillows and under the soft cotton sheets, as I have vague impressions of soft fabric caressing my skin. I'm awoken by a light shining in my eyes. I try to bury my head under a pillow, only to discover there's none in reach. I can still feel the dampness between my thighs, and I open my eyes to find the annoying source of light. It's my bedside lamp, and it's still dark. I'm lying across my bed naked. The towel has slipped onto the floor. A cool breeze caresses my skin, and I lie with my hand still buried between my thighs, remnants of the dream still flitting through my mind. Great dream. I stretch luxuriously, in an almost feline way, enjoying the feel of my soft, naked skin, and it starts to tingle a little. At first I pay it almost no attention, but the feeling gets more persistent. As I move towards the edge of the bed with the intent of putting on some clothes, I hear a knock on the door. I grin. I don't need to guess who it is. I have no concrete reason to suspect it's you. Somehow, I just know. Hello Again Traffic was light for a Friday night and getting to the restaurant was easy from my hotel. The business meetings had been long and as the day went on I found myself thinking more about tonight than what was being discussed. I arrived shortly before 7, which must be the magic hour for lovers and others to get together and meet over wine and good food. I watched as the tables filled and waiters scurried about delivering and retrieving items, trying to make good impressions that might bring great tips from these couples. I picked a dark, secluded table so I could watch the door. I knew he would be looking for me, but I wanted a few moments to admire him as he walked in. I wanted to know if I could still feel his presence when he entered a room. I also wanted to know if he still had the same effect on me as in the past. Twirling my glass of red wine, occasionally sipping, I was nervous about seeing him again and excited as well. The wine seemed to stoke the already warm fire burning in my belly and I felt the relaxing calm spreading over my body. Had someone passed near my table, they might have seen me blush as I thought about our past relationship, wondering if just seeing him would still make me wet in places women aren't supposed to think about it. Who says women aren't visual as well as sensual? Then he was there. I watched as he stopped briefly to remove his coat and speak to the maître d'. The maitre d' gestured in my direction and when he turned to look, I smiled and gave a little finger wave to indicate I saw him. I emptied my wine glass. As he approached, I felt my heart rate pick up. After all these years, I was as nervous as a school girl on her first date. He portrayed a calmness that would make one think we had just seen each other a few days ago instead of years. He still looked wonderful. Tall, lean, handsome. It may have been my imagination, but I could swear he caught the attention of every woman there. And, if they were thinking what I was thinking, his presence benefitted many men that evening. "Hello." he said with that wonderfully rich voice I hadn't heard since I was a schoolgirl. "Have you been waiting long? I got caught in traffic." he said, smiling. "Uh, no. Um. I mean, I haven't been here long. Only long enough to have a glass of wine." I looked into his beautiful eyes, realizing they were more green now than blue, a kind of hazel. This long-awaited moment was almost overwhelming. His hands reached for mine, covering them easily. I could feel their strength. He was still so masculine that it filled my senses. Inside, I felt the stirring of something long held in check. He leaned to kiss my cheek, the brush of his lips against my skin enough to stop my heart. It made me want more. His leg touched mine and for a moment my mind flashed back all those times when they were wrapped around his body. He was good then, very good but also very bad. I blushed, hoping he could not read or guess what was passing through my mind. "Well, I'm not much of a wine connoisseur but a good English draft sounds fine to me," he said, waving to a waiter. Quickly, a glass of dark beer was delivered sporting a thick head of foam. "Learned to like it when I was stationed overseas." he said. "Took a long time to get used to drinking it warm though." He smiled, his lips parting slightly and showing teeth white and straight, his mustache glistening with the slightest trace of foam. I wondered if it still would tickle if we kissed. A brief glimpse of his tongue made me lick my lips as he tipped his glass to take another drink. I reached up running my thumb over the foam on his upper lip, then brought my finger to my lips and absent mindedly licked it. His eyes crinkled at the edges as his smile deepened into a seductive grin. Reaching out, he took my thumb in his hand, and slowly licked it. "Just wondered if it tastes any different this way." "Does it?" I ask. "Yes." was all he replied. Conversation from that point on covered everything. I found it amusing when I still saw flickers of the boy I had known as he spoke of his adventures as a man. My mind drifted back over our adventures and I was aware that certain places were becoming very warm and the tension was drifting away. By the time we finished our meal I was relaxed and ready for fun. Not ready to end our night, he suggested we go to a favorite place of his and have a few drinks and dance. The chance to pull him close was too good to pass up. The loud rock and roll in the lounge and the top shelf whiskey was all I needed. I'd heard that dancing is the vertical suggestion of the horizontal position. If that was true, god he was good! When they played the first slow dance I tried to beg out of it but he pulled me close, fire ran through me and my heart began to race. I slipped my hand under his coat and felt his beat beneath his shirt. His arms were wrapped around me, his hand dangerously close to my ass. He pulled me even closer and we moved as one. I never wanted it to stop. It felt like he was enjoying it as much as I was. His hand slipped lower and he pressed our hips together. I looked up into his face and found he was staring down at me with a devious smile. "I ought to kiss you now." He said softly into my ear. His breath smelled faintly of scotch and his cologne musky and exciting. His lips were so close to my ear that each word was a caress. My eyes widened at this suggestion and he laughed. "Scared?" he asked, pulling back far enough to look into my eyes I wanted to taste his lips. To mingle the scotch he had been drinking with the whiskey I still tasted in my mouth. I knew the grip I had on my self control was dangerously thin. I opened my mouth to reply and his lips were on mine. His tongue traced the edges of my teeth. I could taste him, savoring the maleness and enjoying the pressure as he flicked the tip of my tongue. He pulled back enough for me to chase his tongue with mine but still control my lips. In that moment I knew the effect I had on him. Knowing he was physically responding to my touch I looked up into his hazel eyes and affected my best wide eyes look. "Why? Should I be?" Then I laughed a wicked laugh and grabbed his shirt front pulling him closer. Game on. This was going to be fun. Deep in my core I could feel the beat of the music and pressed my hips against him and rocked. Getting in to the rhythms I let the music take me. I danced with and around him, close enough for him to touch me. We laughed and danced until the next slow song. As the music quieted I looked up and with a sly look asked, "Are you?" His steady gaze met mine and he answered, "Am I what?" "Scared?" I asked. He shook his head no and leaned in close, nibbling on my neck. I tilted my head back and laughed softly. Stretching my arms up over his shoulders I whispered in his ear, "I can 'feel' you...unless you have something in your pocket." affecting my best Mae West. He didn't answer so I pushed forward closer, feeling his hardness press against me. "I bet you want to kiss me again...and maybe more?" When he nodded yes, I felt a charge go through me like I had touched a hot electrical wire and tapped into that part of me that wanted him to take me now and cover my body with his. In that moment, our dancing became that vertical suggestion of what I was hoping would become the horizontal position and soon. The song ended with the band taking a break. I let my hands travel down his chest and firmly, but quickly stroke over his dick. He inhaled sharply and I stepped back getting out of his reach. "I think I need to go to the ladies room. Excuse me." With a mischievous grin, I turned and cut through the mob getting further out of reach. At the edge of the dance floor I turned and saw him standing there looking at me with an expression of amusement... and a hint of trouble. Coming back he was waiting with two fresh glasses for us and I slid into my seat. He whispered in my ear, "Be very careful what you play with, you might just find your self with more than you can handle." I whispered in his ear. "If you remember I've handled it once already. I'm sure I can do it again with ease." He slid close, wrapping his arm around my shoulders pulling me tight. He leaned over like he was going to kiss me and quickly, under the table, slid his hand up my thigh and under my skirt. Two fingers traced along the curve of my leg to my crotch putting pressure on my clit through my panties. I jumped. Thank God it was dark and the booth was at the rear, his touch only aroused me more and amused him. His quiet laughter tickled my ear and he kissed the nape of my neck before removing his hand. I turned to him and ran my hand up over his thigh until I felt his dick, hard in his lap, and covered it with my hand firmly sliding my palm along its shaft. I rested my shoulder against his chest and tilted my head upwards saying, "Why don't we go somewhere and you can show me what you know." Clearing his throat as I stroked his dick under the table he threw back the last of his drink and stood up, pulling free of my hand. "Thank god for dim lighting." he roughly said as he handed me my wrap, voicing aloud the thought that had run through my mind. "Got something to hide?" I asked demurely. He turned and looked at me and smiled, "You're lucky only I know how wet you really are." I deliberately brushed tightly against him letting my hand brush across his bulge as I walked by. His hand grabbed mine and held it as he followed me very closely out. I smiled a wicked smile every time I felt him brush up against me and knew that if any one looked closely they would know where I was going and what was about to happen The full moon was out and I could feel the lunar pull deep inside knowing my control was very thin. It would take very little for me to let go and run in the moonlight like a wild animal, free and uninhibited. I knew he was beside me as we walked out of the bar, I could smell his scent and was hungry but this was deeper, visceral, a hunger that food could not sate. Walking to his car I knew if he touched me again, even to hold my hand, he would feel the electricity that coursed through my body and the fine tremors that rippled across my skin. The need for him was a long suppressed drug in my system that was raging, trying to take over. He shifted the gears of the car easily and I imagined those hands caressing my warm wetness and shifting my gears, taking me into overdrive. His coat slipped off his leg revealing he was trying to control his urges as well. That was all I needed. I rested my hand lightly on his thigh, my thumb making lazy strokes, increasing the pressure until he shifted in his seat. Our conversation deliberately avoiding the subject we both knew was affecting us. As I continued to stroke his thigh letting my hand climb further up his leg his speech patterns became halting, pausing more. I pushed the issue and slowly slid my hand across his thigh from knee to groin. He shifted again and I reached even higher. Stopping at a red light his hand clamped down on mine. Startled I looked over at him and the wolfish grin under his mustache never left his face as he moved my hand over his now very obvious bulge. "If you are going to play, play." was all he said; as the light changed he shifted more so I could feel all of him that my hand would cover. My little finger slid down below his zipper and began to caress the tight fabric stretched over his balls. Drawing my fingers together I cupped his crotch and stroked my finger nails across it. I could feel his cock twitch as I increased the pressure stroking it with my thumb, my palm making lazy firm circles. He took a deep, ragged breath slowly letting it out as we rounded the corner into the parking garage at the hotel. Pulling into the first spot he reached over before he even shut the engine off and pulled me close to him taking my lips in his and released some of the steam with a kiss full of passion and tenderness. "I think the gloves are off." He said when he pulled away from me. "I have much better than this in mind." I could see he was hungry, and it wasn't for food. His hand reached up to my long hair and wound a lock of it tightly around two fingers pulling my head closer to his until our lips almost touched. A sensual grin crossed his lips and he quickly kissed me. Getting out was difficult for him and walking demurely through the lobby to the elevators was hard for me. Standing beside each other waiting for the doors to open I glanced at him sideways and saw that he was looking at me. In the light I could see that his eyes were dark and full of intensity. He was tense like a wild animal about to explode. The doors opened and no one was there so we stepped in and I pushed the button. As soon as the doors closed he reached over to me and pulled me close. His lips found mine in a quick and forceful kiss. His tongue parted my lips and probed the depths of my mouth as though he was claiming it all for himself. He pulled back and looked into my face. "Whiskey. Smooth, sweet and with a kick. Just like I like my women." He was about to kiss me again when the elevator stopped and the doors opened. It was my floor and we stepped out and walked towards the door to my hotel room his arm possessively around my hips. The 24th floor suite was one of the best with a king sized bed and balcony overlooking the down town lights. As the door closed behind us, I turned on a light, immediately noticing the maid had turned down the bed. "Hum," he mused, "Looks like some one knew I was coming." The first thing that popped into my head was that I was glad he did, and then a million other thoughts raced across my mind. Foremost, I questioned if I was doing the right thing. My heart said yes but my head was reluctant to agree. We had only just recently found each other again and I was beginning to feel like we were rushing. I felt him move up behind me and then his hands were on my waist, warm and firm but gentle. He turned me so I could face him. "I'm afraid. Afraid that this is just going to be another night in another town for you and that tomorrow morning I'll once again be part of your history." I whispered. Tears rose to my eyes as I looked into his. I craved his touch, his kiss, like an addict craves drugs drug. Yet, I didn't want to become entangled in something that had no future. I stepped away, looking out the window at the night sky. "Jerry, you are the drug I have never been able to kick and nothing else has ever been enough to replace you. Tonight I learned you're still my drug and I need to be very careful. I want to taste your drug again and see if it's still just as powerful. I have no doubt that it is, but I'm afraid of what it will do to my life." He pulled me to him, kissing my forehead and I saw those big hazel eyes through my wet ones. "I have never thought of you as a 'moment,'" he said, "and you have not just been my history. Everyone I have known since you has been measured against you. You are the part of me that I lost and wanted to find again." His hands reached up and held my face. His thumbs stroked away my tears and brushed my eyelashes as he turned my lips to his. "I found you after all these years. It's like 'Hello' again for me." He lowered his lips to mine. His taste, soft and quick. He brushed my lips, sparking a fire deep within me. I lean into him and he kissed me again, this time more commanding. I felt his tongue trace my lips and the edge of my teeth. Then it traveled across the roof of my mouth to brush my own. He increased the pressure of his lips against mine. One hand cupped the back of my head and his fingers dug deep in to my thick hair. His other hand traveled up my arm and down my shoulders, stopping at the small of my back, fingers spread and extending down the curve of my ass. I felt him kneading it, sliding until he was caressing one cheek. He pulled me closer until we were hip to hip and I could feel the length of him against my belly. My arms, wrapped around him, felt the power of his back as the muscles moved under them. Caressing his body, I moved my hands to his chest as the kiss broke and my lips slid off to the side of his, planting light kisses across his jaw. I felt the rough of his cheek against my now tingling lips as they traveled to his ear and I caught it between my teeth. "Want me to pierce it for you?" I playfully whispered. He just chuckled. I applied a little more pressure enjoying the taste and knowing my breath was lightly crossing his neck remembering how that caused him to shiver years ago. He started to pull back and I let go, nibbling down the side of his neck to his collar. My hands were not still while my lips were busy. I had unbuttoned most of his shirt by the time my lips reached his collar, pulling it free from his waist. Running my hands down his chest I felt his skin, warm and tense beneath them. I raked my nails lightly back and forth letting my thumbs cross his nipples and felt them harden under my touch. His heart was pounding and I knew he was anticipating where we were heading. My hands wandered freely across his chest and around to his back. I slid them up over his shoulders and removed his shirt. Letting it fall to the floor, I lifted my lips to his again for another breath taking kiss. I walked to the light switch and turn off the overhead lights, preferring to enjoy him in the moonlight. He was silhouetted against the night sky as I walked back, slowly removing my blouse and skirt. When I reached him I was standing in only my heels and lingerie, a black satin bra and lace panties. The moon gave off enough light to see that he appreciated what I left on. As I reached him he reached for my shoulders and slid a finger under each bra strap, lowering them off my shoulders. Looking into his eyes I could see the power of his feelings and knew he was running on the same fuel as I. My hands reached for his belt as he pushed the bra straps down my arms and reached behind releasing it. I laid my head against his chest and shivered as a powerful wave of sensation coursed through my body. Anticipation is almost as good of a climaxer as physical touch. Suddenly I felt the last hook go and my bra slipped free. His hands followed quickly and pulled mine away from his waist to let it fall to the floor. They stroked up my arms to cover my breasts cupping them and flattening them against his palms. I could feel his fingers caress the sides as his thumbs formed a 'C' around them. His thumb slowly stroked over the now-hard nipples and he bent down to kiss each one, taking each nipple into his mouth. His sucking set off charges down my core. I could feel myself getting wet. God was I ready for him, but I also wanted to play. His belt was easy, the button and zipper opening with one twist and tug. I slid my hands inside his pants and under the waist band of his jockeys, moving around to his back until they rested on his cheeks. I heard an intake of breath and he pulled slightly away, looking at me as if to ask where I was going next. In that pause, I knelt on the floor, sliding his pants right along with me. My hands traveled the length of his legs until they were around his ankles and his hard dick was in my face. The tip of my tongue lightly licked the soft, smooth end, flicking the underside as it bobbed up and down. Catching it with my lips I slowly sucked just the head between my teeth and continued to flick the end. Opening my lips wider I pulled it deeper into my mouth, applying slight pressure with my teeth and lips while pressing my tongue against the base. I knew my tongue's roughness and my mouth's warm wet smoothness contradicted each other and sent sensations rushing through him.