0 comments/ 7080 views/ 3 favorites Love Notes By: Discordianknot Soto voce. She could barely contain herself as she entered the driveway of her small park-side home. Her love was returning from a three-week business trip to Europe. They talked when they could while he was away, but he was usually so busy on such trips that conversations had to be rushed. This trip was no different, except that they usually made plans to do something special to celebrate his return, and this time he'd said nothing except the cryptic comment to be home by five o'clock that Friday afternoon. She'd made up an excuse about a doctor's appointment to leave work early. She was far too distracted to get anything done anyway, and this would allow her a few extra minutes to relax and prepare herself for whatever he had in mind for the evening. She got inside the house and immediately ran a warm bath. Just as she had finished undressing and tested the water with her toe, the doorbell rang. She hurriedly put on a thick terry robe, the feel of the rough but soft material on her naked skin, and her already heightened sensitivity from the anticipation of the night, brought her a warm feeling of security at the thought that he was now just on the other side of her front door. She dropped out of her daydream as she glanced at the clock, noting that it was only 3:45. She took a second to compose herself. Wrapping her robe tight around her body, she tied it in place as she approached the door. There was still the thought - pleading from the back of her mind - that her love might be early, but it was silenced as she opened the door to see a man in the familiar brown uniform and hat holding a package and some sort of electronic clipboard device. He confirmed her name, asked her to sign his strange little device, then pushed some buttons and handed her the package. He thanked her and walked back down the cement walkway to his big square-ish delivery van parked in the street in front of her home. She glanced hopefully up and down the street for a moment, holding the package under one arm, before closing the door. She rushed back to the bedroom and set the package out on the bed. It was about the size of a standard bed pillow, and weighed little. It was wrapped in plain brown paper with an address label showing her name, but no return address. She tore off the paper to find a box, like a large shirt box, onto which a folded note torn from a small steno notepad had been taped. She pulled the note off and unfolded it, immediately recognizing his handwriting. It was unsigned, but read: Be ready promptly by 6. Everything you will need for the evening is contained in this package. Behave yourself. She looked again at the box lying on the bed. As she thought about what elegant evening gown or some other such article he'd selected just for her might be inside, she could feel her arousal growing, the terry of her robe suddenly becoming obvious against her nipples and small shiver of excitement ran down her spine. In an instant, she decided she would take her bath and enjoy the suspense a little longer before opening her present. She had plenty of time until his stated deadline, so she took her time relaxing and imagining what elegant evening plans he had for them and what else the night might bring. She repeatedly had to resist the urge to begin touching herself under the warm suds. But she knew what he meant by his last instruction, so she abstained, frustrated as she was after three weeks without him. Finishing her bath, she stepped out of the master bath into the sensation of the cool air from the ceiling fan. The breeze chilled and excited her still damp skin as she walked toward the bed. She again felt a shiver run down her spine to her legs, a mixture of the cold air on her flushed but clean skin and thoughts of her lover's plans. She lifted the edges of the lid, tearing through the small bits of masking tape that held it in place, and lifted it to reveal something wrapped in plain, white tissue. She unfolded it carefully, immediately seeing a pair of high-heeled black pumps on top of some other folded articles. She lifted the shoes out and began laying the other articles out on the bed. There was a silvery-gray sheer silk blouse, the top button of which was several revealing inches below the collar. Beneath that, she found a dark gray skirt made from a thick and somewhat course wool, that at first glance looked shockingly short. There was also a pair of thigh-high black stockings – the kind with a band built in at the top to keep them in place without a garter – along with a black lace half-cup bra in her size and a small jewelry box which contained a silver chain necklace attached to a simple amber pendant. She laid the items out on top of the comforter and glanced back at his note which still lay open next to her evening attire. That was it? As she took in her predicament, a mixture of fear and warming excitement began to grow inside her. This was definitely not what she had in mind as she'd dreamed all day, but something else had suddenly taken hold of her imagination, and she could feel the warmth of it spreading through her body. She returned to the bathroom and put on her robe and brushed her hair and applied some light make-up. Finished with that, she returned to her special wardrobe. She stood for a moment looking nervously at the items laid out on the bed. Could she really go out in public like this? What did he have in mind for her? She pulled the skirt up her legs first, feeling the tingling sensation of the rough wool fabric on her skin, and acutely aware of it against the tops of her naked thighs and her hips and bottom once it was in place. It was very short – not even quite to mid-thigh. She then put on the bra, which lifted her breasts provocatively and pushed her nipples forward, uncovered. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she thought how she would feel naked in public dressed like this. She then pulled the sheer silk blouse on, realizing that the soft caress of the smooth fabric on her breasts made the outline of her nipples show prominently even through the dark fabric. The contrast of the feeling of the soft blouse on her shoulders and breasts with the rough wool on her legs and ass left her feeling especially exposed. She next pulled on the stockings, they were just high enough that a band exposed skin on her thighs showed between the top edge of the stockings and the bottom hem of her revealing skirt. She put on the pumps last and went into the closet to take to look at herself in the full length mirror. She looked very sexy. But more than that, she looked very . . . sexual . . . and thinking of going out in public like this she imagined that she couldn't feel more exposed if she were completely naked. She glanced up at the clock. Noticing it was now 5:45, her heart began to race and she wondered if she would be able to go through with whatever plans he had in store for her. She poured herself a glass of mint iced tea and anxiously paced the house as those last few minutes seemed like hours. Calando. Finally, just moments before the glacial movement of the clock's minute hand brought her to six o'clock, she heard another ring from the front doorbell. She walked as fast as she could manage in the heels, her heart pounding in her chest, and feeling her face flush slightly as the feel of the wool sliding back and forth across her nakedness sent tingles through her body. She looked through the small frosted glass pane in the center of the door and could just make out enough to see that it was a stranger dressed in some kind of formal uniform again. She hesitated for a moment, wondering what she'd look like to a stranger. She was always very proper about the way she dressed. She was thrilled by the feelings welling up in her, but at the same time horrified because it was so against how she usually presented herself in public. She took a deep breath and cracked the door open. On her doorstep was an elderly gentleman in a gray jacket and matching pants wearing a chauffer's hat that bore the logo of a local company that provided private cars to business executives. He had a friendly face and a broad smile as he asked if she was ready to go. She noticed a black Mercedes parked in the driveway behind her own car as she fumbled for an answer to his question. At first she contemplated grabbing her purse, but she remembered how he had carefully underlined the word "everything" in his first note. She decided to trust him as she stepped out onto her porch and pulled the door shut behind her. The driver politely gestured her toward the car as he strolled to open the passenger side rear door for her. If he was at all taken aback by how she was dressed, he showed none of it. She wondered about all the interesting things he'd undoubtedly seen driving businessmen around in private cars over the years. It occurred to her that her situation might be relatively tame by comparison. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but feel a growing mixture of embarrassment and excitement as she bowed and dropped into the back seat, twisting to avoid having her skirt ride up to show any more skin than it already was. Once in the car, there was no way to sit without her skirt riding up just inches below the growing moistness between her legs. The driver seemed to sense her discomfort and politely looked away as she finally situated herself in the back of the car. As she sat into the deep but comfortable seat, the short skirt rode up so that she could feel the cool black leather upholstery against the backs of her thighs and even a little on her exposed buttocks. She shifted several times, tugging at the skirt to get more coverage, but quickly realized it was futile. Under the dome light, she noticed that her hardening nipples were clearly visible against the silk fabric of her top. Taking his place at the wheel the driver questioningly stated "Lovely, evening we're having, eh, ma'am"? "Yes, it is." She replied. An uncomfortable silence ensued in which she expected him to say something else, wondering what she would say if he asked her where she wanted him to driver her. Apparently he had already been told of her destination, however, as he said nothing, angling the car smoothly onto the interstate toward downtown. Finally she screwed up enough courage to ask if him if he knew where she was going, her voice trembling slightly as the words left her lips. Again, if he was at all surprised by the question he did not show any of it. Instead replying in his comfortable and friendly style: "I was instructed to drive you to the Four Seasons Hotel, ma'am, and to make sure you arrive by six-thirty." "Okay. Thanks." She timidly replied. As she began thinking about why her love would have her so mysteriously taken to a hotel by private car, dressed as she was, the driver reached back over his shoulder to extend a white envelope to her. "I was also instructed to give this to you." She took the envelope in silence. It had no markings on the outside. She ran her finger under the flap, carefully tearing it open and lifted out another piece of the same steno paper that had accompanied the package containing her revealing wardrobe. Unfolding it, she again found his familiar handwriting: All necessary arrangements have been made. Go to the restaurant on the 45th floor of the hotel. Tell them you have a reservation for "Ms. Lambert" for 6:45. Don't be late. She folded the note and returned it to the envelope. She stared out the tinted windows at the cars heading the other way on the freeway, now utterly unable to imagine what she was in for tonight, and growing ever more excited by the mystery of it all. She could feel the moisture between her legs and again tried to adjust her skirt, hoping not to leave any embarrassing evidence on the leather beneath her. The car finally pulled to a stop at the Four Seasons. "Just a moment, ma'am," the driver said as he got out and walked around the back of the car. He opened her door for her and extended his hand, again looking away to ease her discomfort. This was far worse than getting in. There were bellhops and well-dressed hotel patrons walking around the front doors of the hotel, and she was visible to at least a dozen people as she got out of the car. There was simply no way to get out without spreading her thighs for the quickest moment. She swallowed hard and moved as fast as she could, taking the driver's hand to help herself up quickly onto the sidewalk. As she stood up, she glanced around quickly to see if she could catch any sign on the surrounding faces that they had seen anything. She thought she saw a wry smile on a young man dressed in a sharp business suit walking with an older woman, but he quickly looked away the instant their eyes met. She turned to the driver. "Thank you . . . ," she said, looking about her as though she had her purse with her so she could give him a tip. As if reading her mind, he volunteered, "Don't worry, ma'am. Everything was taken care of in advance. Have a lovely evening." He bowed slightly, closed the car door behind her and walked back around to the driver's side. She stood on the sidewalk, looking through the big revolving door into the elegant hotel lobby as it bustled with Friday night activity. Since she had left the house, the sun had almost gone down and the temperature had dropped. Almost immediately, the cool breeze turned the soft silk of her blouse cold against her nipples and she could feel it swirling up under her barely-there skirt, making her acutely aware of the dampness between her legs. She felt her face flush red as she gathered her courage as best she could, and walked into the lobby. Crescendo. She couldn't help but feel that everyone was staring at her, and undoubtedly some of them were. A few elderly ladies looked her up and down as she passed by wearing a disapproving scowl. Several men clearly were noticing her thighs, while others were watching her nipples, hardened even more beneath the cool, smooth silk and the chill of the night. She walked as quickly as she comfortably could in the heels, trying to block out the faces of the people around her and just get to the elevator. She was in luck. There was nobody else waiting at the elevator. She breathed a sigh of relief as she considered that she would have a brief reprieve from her predicament. She pushed the "up" button and waited as it seemed to take forever for the elevator doors to open. She was repeating over and over in her head: please let me get on by myself . . . please let me get on by myself. The light came on with a ding and doors finally swooshed opened and she stepped into the elevator car. She pushed the "45" button at the top of the panel, and then looked down the rows of buttons frantically trying to find the "Close Door" button. Just as she felt a wave of relief from finding it, a well-dressed couple stepped into the car beside her. The elevator doors jumped slightly but stayed open as the sensor discovered the presence of her new traveling companions. The woman, an attractive and fit brunette with her raven hair pulled back into a perfect bun and a dark blue, but very feminine, business suit glanced over, cool green eyes quickly taking in the appearance of her temporary car mate. The woman gave her a quick, knowing smile that disappeared again just as fast as it had appeared. Pushing the button again with more force, she self-consciously tugged at the hem of her skirt to cover herself a little more, and shuffled her feet to the back of the car behind the couple where she could ride unseen. Just as the doors were inches from closing, a hand snaked in between them, causing them to stop and re-open. A handsome and familiar face appeared as the gap between the doors widened. She immediately recognized those piercing blue eyes, and she felt her whole face smile and a wave of relief move through her. But he acted as though he didn't recognize her at all. Unsmiling he stepped into the elevator car, and positioned himself in front where she stood at the back of the car between her and the other couple, saying nothing to her, but nodding momentarily at the other man as he entered before turning his back to her. As the doors shut and she felt the elevator begin to pitch slightly upward, they were all four of them staring silently toward the doors, when suddenly he stepped back toward her and reaching behind his back so it couldn't be seen by the other two passengers, he flipped the hem of her skirt up and slid his fingers underneath, tickling the skin on her inner thigh and at the edge of her moistening sex. She couldn't help but emit a small gasp. She though she sensed the other woman in the car flinch slightly at the noise, but couldn't tell as she made no other movement. He began very lightly sliding his fingertips up her lips. As he reached the top, the tips of his fingers felt like a feather grazing the tip of her swelling clit. She felt a jolt of electricity run down her legs and her thighs began to tremble slightly. She bit her lip to keep from gasping again, and reached back to try to steady herself on the rail at the back of elevator car, feeling her knees threaten to buckle under her. He withdrew his hand suddenly, letting the skirt hem fall back into place, just as the red LED sign read "45" and the doors parted revealing the entryway to the fine restaurant and bar at the top of the hotel. The other couple stepped out and, without a word or a glance, so did her love, leaving her to gather her legs under her. She barely got through the door before it started to close again. Al niente. She watched him stroll, without looking back, over to the bar, where he greeted and shook hands with two smiling men, one of whom gestured for him to sit on stool with them at the high bar table. She watched him, trying to figure out what he expected of her, but he did not cast even a glance in her direction, as though she were not even there. "Excuse me, ma'am . . . may I help you?" came the voice of the hostess, interrupting her befuddled stare, and bringing her back into her surroundings. "Do you have a reservation or are you here with another party?" She stammered for a moment, about to say that she was here with a party, when she suddenly became aware of the folded envelope she still held in her hand. Suddenly remembering her instructions, she said, "Ummm . . . I have a reservation for Ms. Lambert." Looking down her reservation book, the hostess replied, "Ah, yes. Lambert. Party of one. Thank you for joining us this evening, Ms. Lambert. Elisa will show you to your table." With that she gestured to another hostess – an attractive Hispanic girl who looked to be in her mid-twenties with her long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. She could see Elisa's gaze jump from the erect nipples poking through the silvery blouse before the young hostess made eye contact and flashed a broad smile just at the moment their gaze met. Again she felt a flush of embarrassment that must have shown on her face. "Right this way, Ms. Lambert. Your table is ready." Again she felt all eyes were on her as she strolled across the restaurant, her buttocks barely covered by the wool fabric that brushed roughly against her naked skin. She waited a few minutes before her young male waiter arrived and explained that her meal had been ordered in advance. He carried a wine chiller on a stand with a bottle of Cakebread chardonnay, mist still wafting slightly from the top of the freshly-opened bottle into the warm air. He set out a wine glass and poured a small amount into the bottom for her, then waited expectantly. She took a sip, the soothing wine cooling and relaxing her. She smiled at her waiter, feeling somewhat at ease for the first time in two hours. "This is fine, thank you." He poured the rest of her glass and informed her that her meal would be out shortly, then replaced the bottle in the chiller and walked off toward the kitchen. Love Notes - To Her Hello, my love, I know how hard you've been working lately. You are so stressed and tired at the end of your busy days that you nearly collapse from exhaustion. When we are next together, I'll comfort you, I'll make love to you, I'll rejuvenate your body with my love. This is what I will do for you. I meet you at the door, take you into my arms, and give you a gentle, loving kiss. Looking into your eyes, I stroke your face and say, "You're still as beautiful as you were the first time I saw you." I pull you close to me, give you a soft hug, and hold you close to me. Sensing the tenseness in your body, I massage and caress your neck, your shoulders, and your back. I whisper love-filled words into your ear, telling you how much I appreciate you, how happy you make me, and how fortunate I am that you love me. I lead you to the bedroom and place you on the edge of the bed. Kneeling before you, I lift each leg, freeing your feet from your shoes. I knead and rub your tired feet. Looking up at you, I tell you that I am going to make slow, sensuous love to you. A slight smile forms on your lips. Laying your head on my shoulder, you wrap your arms around me, take a deep breath, and begin to allow your body to relax. I pull you to your feet, slowly unbutton your blouse, and gently pull it from your shoulders. I reach behind you, unsnap your bra, and allow it to fall to the floor. I touch your breasts with soft, gentle, and loving caresses. I pull you close to me, enjoying the feel of your breasts pressing against my chest. I unzip your slacks. Kneeling, I pull them to the floor. Reaching upward, I grasp your panties and pull them down. You step out of them. I put my hands on your buttocks and pull you toward me. I run my tongue in circles around your abdomen. Licking lower, I slide my tongue over your pussy lips. Sighing, you pull my face tight against your mound. I pull back and guide you onto the bed. I lay myself next to your unclothed body. I gently caress your face with the backs of my fingers. I tell you how sexy your shoulders are. Lovingly, I massage the tiredness out of them while I cover your neck with little butterfly breaths and kisses. I caress down each arm. I massage your fingers, kissing, licking, and sucking on each. I brush my fingers across your breast. Your nipples harden as you respond to my touch. I lean over and twirl my tongue around a nipple. You moan as I move my mouth to your other nipple and softly suck it between my teeth. I travel back and forth between them. Your breath catches and you press my head tightly against your breasts. I turn you onto your stomach. I caress and massage your back. Tracing my caresses slowly down your back, I cover it with kisses. I move to your buttocks. With both hands, I gently squeeze each cheek. You tell me love it when I do that. I kiss and lick and suck and nip across each cheek. I lick in the crevice between your cheeks. You spread your legs wider, inviting me deeper into your crack. I spread your cheeks exposing your anus. Your body twitches when I press my tongue against your opening. As your anus relaxes, I enter there with my tongue. With a circular motion, I push inside as far as I can. You moan with pleasure. You raise your hips against my probing tongue. I spread your legs farther apart and kiss my way down your legs. On the way, I lick the inner part of your thighs, one of your most tender spots. I move on, spending additional time sucking behind your knees while my hands caress the insides of your thighs. I move downward. I give loving attention to your calves, your ankles, and your feet. I lift each leg and sensuously massage and lick and suck on each toe. I turn you onto your back. My mouth travels back up your legs, kissing and licking all the way. When I come close to your pussy, your hips wiggle. My mouth drifts downward and away. You groan and tell me, "I need your mouth on my pussy." I move up your legs again. I lick the crease where your legs join your mound. I brush my lips across your pussy and nuzzle my face against it. Your hips buck. You whimper when I pull away to lick and suck on your abdomen. Returning to your pussy, I place my lips on the slit. I kiss gently, and then strongly suck your pussy lips into my mouth. I separate them with my tongue and run it between them. Spreading your legs, I gently pull your outer lips apart and lick your inner lips. I move my tongue slowly in and out between them. Your body writhes. Once again I pull back. You moan in protest. Hesitating a moment, I savor the rich aroma of your pussy juices. I lovingly kiss and lick around your outer lips enjoying the taste of the fluids flowing out of your pussy. Your outer lips swell from your arousal. I caress them with my tongue and suckle them with my lips. I part them and probe inside, stroking your inner lips with my tongue. You become agitated and pull my mouth tightly against your pussy. I reach for your hardened nipples pulling and twisting each. Your body shakes as sensations surge through your body. I close my lips around your pussy lips and suck strongly. I lick my tongue back and forth against your opening. Your body arches. I stop and pull away when I sense you are nearing orgasm. You moan in frustration. I slowly kiss your inner thighs. When your body returns from the edge, I press my mouth again against your pussy. I part your lips and lick around and across your clit with my tongue. Your body shudders. When you approach the point of orgasm, I pull away. You cry out in protest. I roll you onto your hands and knees and position myself under you. Pulling your hips downward, I press my face against your pussy. Taking your clitoris into my mouth, I suck it through my teeth and flick it with my tongue. Your hips buck, your body writhes. You shout as you explode. You ride my tongue as waves of pleasure wash over you and through you. Your juices cover my face. You cry out as sensations continue to flow through your body. Spent, you drop onto your back. I move my tongue to the top of your inner lips. I lick the skin that covers your clit. As your clit rises again, I lick harder and press my tongue against it. I pull your pussy lips wider and flick my tongue quickly across your clit. Your legs tremble as you approach another orgasm. I form an O with my lips and suck your clit deep into my mouth. Your hips arch and I suck harder. You lift your pelvis off the bed. I will not let go of your clit. You shout, "Don't stop. Don't ever stop!" I slide two fingers inside your pussy. I push them in and out, slowly, then faster. You shove your pussy against my fingers and your breathing becomes ragged. I match your rhythm, speeding up when you speed up, slowing down when you slow down. You tremble and your body flails from a second orgasm. I continue to press my tongue against your clit. My lips cover its top and I suck it strongly into my mouth. My fingers drive in and out of your pussy. You shout, "Enough! Please, enough!" I do not let go, continuing to suck and lick the center of your pleasure. I continue to press my fingers into your pussy. I thrust them in and out, over and over. You come again. My tongue continues to torment your clit. My fingers plunge deeper into your pussy. I suck and thrust, suck and thrust. You experience orgasm after orgasm, each more powerful than the last. Your screams of pleasure fill my heart. I do not stop until you collapse, totally exhausted. I lay beside you, my mind content from knowing that I have brought pleasure to you. I move over you. I enter you with my rigid penis. I am home. I am where I am meant to be. I am where I would rather be than anywhere else, fully inside you. You put your arms around me. I push myself deep inside you, pull back slowly until I am almost out, then gently push my penis completely into you again. Your pussy grips my penis. I lose myself in the sensations as I move in and out, faster and faster. The pressure of your pussy on my penis brings me to the point of no return. As my come spurts into you, my eyes look into yours and I shout, "I love you!!!" We lie side by side. I thank you for loving me. I thank you for allowing me to pleasure you. I thank you for allowing me to show my love for you. I hold you in my arms. I gently stroke your shoulders and back. You totally relax. You fall asleep in my arms. I write this note so you may anticipate what delights await you. Until then ... Love Notes - To Him To Him, It was so wonderful to get your love note. It excites me to read what is in store for me! I'm so blessed that you are so sensitive to my needs and that you are willing to offer me such special TLC and "physical" therapy. Now it's my turn! This is what I am going to do for you. I meet you at the door, dressed in my bathrobe. Grabbing your hand, I pull you in the door. I press my body to yours. I crush my breasts against your chest and my pelvis to your crotch. I kiss you hard. I kiss you with passion. I kiss you with my whole body. I suck your tongue into my mouth and twirl my tongue around yours. I grind my pelvis against you, rotating it around and against your penis. I put my arms around your waist and reach behind you. Pulling you tight, I squeeze your cheeks. Feeling your growing erection against me, I push you away. I remove your suit coat and tie. Taking your hand, I lead you to the bedroom. Your eyes grow wide as you take in the atmosphere. Soft sensual music fills the room. Glowing candles create shimmering shadows on the walls. The aroma of roses fills your senses. You turn to me and smile. Your smile widens as I sensuously drop my robe exposing my naked body. I place you on the edge of the bed. I sit next to you and gently massage the area behind your ears. I lightly scratch your scalp and run my fingers through your hair. You sigh. I caress up and down your neck with the backs of my fingers. You shiver. I turn you so that your back is toward me. Reaching around you, I unbutton your shirt and pull it down so that I can give your tired shoulders my special attention. I massage and squeeze and kiss across them. I lick your neck. You slowly take in a full breath, then breathe it out deeply. I reach around you and graze my fingers across your nipples. I make circles around them. As they harden, I flick them and pull them and twist them. You shudder. I turn you toward me and pull off your shirt. My fingers trace circles on your chest. I massage you there and lightly pull on your chest hairs. I caress your shoulders again. I tell you that I love you. I lean and touch a nipple with my tongue. You reach for me but I push your arms to your side. Placing my hands on your shoulders, I lick each nipple. I suck each nipple. I gently bite each nipple. You groan and your body trembles. I push you onto your back. My fingers caress down each arm and I massage your palms. Lifting your hand to my mouth I kiss and lick and suck each finger. I straddle you, gaze into your deep blue eyes, lean over you, and place a kiss on your lips. My blonde hair falls over your face. I lick a nipple. Your body jerks. I lick across your chest to your other nipple. You moan. I take a nipple between my lips and suck it eagerly into my mouth. I alternate between gently biting and swirling my tongue around it. I twist and pull on your other nipple with my fingers. Again, you reach for me. I push your hands away. I caress your chest and stomach. Giving a parting flick of my finger to each nipple I kiss down your chest. I twirl my tongue around and into your belly button. You moan. I quickly slide off of you and grab the bulge that has grown in your pants. I unbuckle your belt with my other hand. Looking into your eyes, I slowly and playfully pull the zipper down. I give your hardening penis a squeeze. I remove your pants. I tickle your balls and run my fingers along the underside of your penis. I pull off your briefs and, pushing on your stomach, straddle you. I lean down and lick an ear. I suck on its lobe and swirl my tongue inside. I turn your head and give attention to the other ear. I lick down your neck. Placing a gentle kiss where your shoulder meets your neck causes you to wiggle. I turn you on your stomach. I cover your back with kisses then lick and suck and nip with my teeth. I slowly kiss and lick down your spine. I squeeze your buttocks. I work my way across each cheek, kissing and licking and biting. Your legs spread involuntarily. I reach for your thighs and spread them wider. I kiss along the crack between your cheeks. Spreading your cheeks further, I lick to your anus and press my tongue against its warmth. Your body arches from the sensation. You groan. As your anus relaxes, I part it with two fingers. I slip my tongue inside and begin a slow thrusting in and out. You moan with pleasure. You lift your hips, push your anus hard against my tongue, and begin moving them up and down in rhythm with my probing tongue. I stop. I remove my tongue. You whimper a protest. I lick my way down the inside of your thighs, my hands caressing in the wake of each lick. I lick and suck and bite behind your knees while caressing your calves. I turn around and sit on your cheeks. I lift one leg, then the other, to my chest and massage your feet. I kiss and lick and suck each toe. I stand and move to the end of the bed. I take one foot and place its big toe between my thighs. I move it back and forth against my pussy, brushing it against my clitoris. I slip your toe just inside my wet pussy lips and work it in and out then press it on my clit. My moans of pleasure excite you. You turn to reach for me. I stop. I move you onto your back. With my hands and mouth, I work my way back up your legs, massaging, caressing, kissing, and licking all the way. At last I reach your trembling erection. I comment on its hardness and complement you on its size. Turning my back, I lay may head on your chest. I fondle your balls. I run my tongue across one nipple, then the other. I suck then, one at a time, swirling my tongue around each. Your body jerks. You pull my head against your nipple and demand that I suck it as strongly as I can. You moan and rotate your hips. I lean over your chest. I take your penis between the palms of my hands and rub it back and forth between them. I lick its very tip with my tongue, then pump up and down with on hand while tickling your scrotum with the fingers of the other. I lay my head on your abdomen and begin kissing and licking along each side of your swollen penis. I suck you into my mouth. Your body twitches and you groan from the sensation. I run my tongue over the head of your penis. It jerks. Playfully, I flick my tongue on its tip, then slide it along the slit. You moan for me to stop. I lean over your penis, take it into my mouth, and slowly move my lips down the length of you. I increase the suction of my mouth as I pull upward. I begin an up and down movement. You place your hands on the back of my head and beg me to take you deeper. I reward you by taking your penis to the back of my throat. While holding you deep, I reach behind your hips with one hand and finger your anus. I caress your penis with my tongue as I pull you almost out of my mouth. Again I take it fully into my mouth and my throat and hold you there. Your hips buck. You become excited and begin thrusting your penis in and out of my mouth. I sense you becoming more and more aroused. I fondle your balls. Your penis penetrates to the back of my throat. I make swallowing movements to stimulate its tip. I feel you rising to an orgasm. Your entire body shakes. I take you even more deeply into my mouth and, with all the strength I can muster, I squeeze and suck your penis. You shout and scream at the power of your orgasm. As your come fills my mouth, I continue sucking your penis and running my tongue over its head until you plead for me to stop. I refuse. You writhe as sensations continue to course through you. You try to push my mouth from your penis but I grab your cheeks and pull you tight. Ignoring your cries, and not letting go, I continue to suck until I feel a softening. I remove my mouth and lay my head on your stomach. We lay quietly as your breathing gradually returns to normal. I stroke your chest while telling you how much I love you. I caress your penis and lightly squeeze your balls. When you begin to harden again, I lean over and swirl my tongue around your penis. I place its head between my lips and suck you into my mouth. I twist and shake my head as my mouth moves up and down, faster and faster. I take you deeper and deeper into my mouth. As you near your second orgasm, I wet a finger with my pussy juices and push it fully into your anus. Your body arches and you explode into my mouth. My mouth fills. It overflows. Your body shudders. I pull my mouth away and lick the come dripping from the end of your penis. I am aglow with the satisfaction that I have brought pleasure to you. I lay next to you. You put your arm around me and draw me close. I caress your chest, your nipples, your abdomen. I hold your penis and, squeezing and stroking I bring it to another erection. I sit on top of you. Taking hold of your penis, I guide it to the entrance of my pussy. I lower myself until you have fully entered me. We linger, taking pleasure in the feel of your penis in my pussy. I lean toward you, put my arms around you, and hold you tight. Looking lovingly into your eyes, I slowly move forward and back. With each movement, your penis penetrates more deeply into my pussy. I pull back slowly until you are almost outside of me. I thrust my hips and push you deep into me again. We find a rhythm. We move together to its beat. Our tempo increases, faster and faster. The sensation of your penis pressing against my clitoris as it moves in and out of my pussy, brings me to the point of no return. At the moment my orgasm bursts come out of my pussy, I look into your eyes and shout, "I love you so much!" You come soon afterward and I collapse on your chest. We lay silently until I have the strength to roll off of you. I curl up behind you and whisper a thank you for loving me. I hold you in my arms, gently stroking your shoulders and your back, until we fall asleep. Love Notes She sat in silence, looking about the restaurant to see if she had attracted any attention, quietly thrilled by situation in which her love had put her. Her table was situated so she could just see far enough into the bar to look upon the side of his face where he sat with his friends, drinking what appeared to be a gin and tonic on the rocks – his usual. He still did not acknowledge her or look her way. Her salad arrived, followed by the entrée of perfectly prepared scallops he had apparently ordered for her. She took her time, savoring the shellfish and the wine, frequently turning her attention to her love and watching for any sign of recognition. Once or twice she was sure she'd caught him glancing her way, only to find him look away as soon as she noticed. She finished her meal in silence, enjoying every bite. As she finished her second large glass of wine, she could feel her arousal building again, her comfort with her sexuality being so garishly displayed in public began to grow, and she began to appreciate what he was up to, and wonder what else he had in store for her tonight. In relievo. After her dishes were cleared, her young waiter returned to her table, holding what appeared to be the check. She began to panic. She'd not brought her purse! She could not pay for the meal she'd just eaten. Was that his cruel plan? Fear and anger began to well up as her waiter extended the paper toward her. But as he got closer, she saw that it was another envelope like the one she received from her driver. "Your check and gratuity has been taken care of already by a gentleman who asked that he remain anonymous. He asked me to give you this, however." She took the envelope and thanked him, smiling as the tension drained out of her. Her hand was still shaking slightly as she took the paper though, which her waiter seemed to notice. This envelope was thicker than just a piece of paper. She creased it in her hands, running her fingers over its concealed contents. She felt something soft but thin as well as something a little heavier that felt like a credit card. She tore the flap open and looked inside. There was a black silk blindfold that tied in the back, an electronic room key with the hotel's crest on it, and another note: Room 3612. Go now. When you arrive, put this on and tie it securely in place. Stand at the balcony door with the blinds open and face out toward the city with your back to the door. Wait. She could no longer contain her need or her excitement. She rose quickly and strolled across the restaurant, not caring who looked at her or what they thought of her. She stepped onto the elevator with six other people leaving the restaurant and looked toward their faces, almost daring them to look at her. Her heart raced as she pressed "36." She could feel the wetness between her legs. Once again she was acutely aware of the feel of the fabric and her exposed state, but the fear had been replaced with desire and excitement and need. She stepped out on her floor and nearly ran to her room. It opened with a swipe of the key card. Entering, she found an elegantly decorated, but understated suite. The foyer light was on and she set the enveloped and the key down on the desk in the front parlor, being sure to grab the blindfold. She immediately noticed a large sliding glass door out to a small balcony by the bed down at the other end of the suite - opposite the door through which she had entered. She walked to the end of the room, drew back the blinds from across the glass door and looked out on the lights glinting up as cars raced through the cool city night from far below – like rivers of light flowing around the buildings. Her hands trembled with excitement as she tied the blindfold tightly over her eyes. It was thick enough that once it was securely in place, there were no edges where light could get in, or through which she could peek. She was alone, dressed like a slut in a fancy hotel room, blindfolded and listening to the distant sound of the night . . . waiting in need for her lover to come to her. And minute she would finally know sweet relief from his night of torturous anticipation. She waited standing at the window in the dark, her hands clasped behind her back. Becoming acutely aware of every little sound, she strained to hear any sign of her lover's arrival. And she waited . . . and waited . . . Her legs were beginning to tire from standing still so long in the heels. How long had it been? She couldn't tell. She tried to count her heartbeats to get a sense of time. She heard voices in the hall through the door coming toward her room. Voices! She couldn't tell if one of them was her lover. What if he brought someone with him? He hadn't said what she was waiting for. As her thoughts drifted to how vulnerable she now was, that feeling of thrilling fear began to return. She was horrified at the thought that someone would see her like this, but she could feel the warmth building from between her legs at the very same thought. The voices grew louder as they approached her door. One of them was definitely female. Her heart raced even more. What had she gotten herself into? Her mind was screaming for her to take the blinder off and cover herself. But then the voices began to soften and die down as their unknown source continued on down the hall past her room. And still she waited. After what seemed like an hour, but that she would later discover was closer to fifteen minutes, she finally heard activity at the door and sound of a plastic card sliding through the lock and the click of it opening. She could hear the door open and soft steps on the carpet. She remained silent, her thighs beginning to tremble, both from exhaustion and from excitement. Whoever had entered, said nothing. She heard the sound of items, including what sounded like keys, being dropped onto the desk. She continued to listen to the rustling of fabric behind her. She heard the soft steps moving toward her and jumped slightly when she felt large, warm hands grasp her hands from behind her. She recognized his smell immediately. . . and the feel of his chest against her back as he brought her arms around and crossed them over her chest, his fingers entwined in hers, and drawing her into the warmth of his chest. She felt his hardness pulse slightly through the wool of her skirt and she rotated her hips slightly, grinding her buttocks against him as he pulled her into his complete embrace. She felt his soft breath on the side of her neck and he leaned in and planted a trail of soft, wet kisses up the side of her neck from her shoulder to her earlobe. Her ear tickled and shot of excitement went down her body, making her go limp in his embrace as she finally heard his voice whisper in her ear. "It's so good to be home, my love. Thank you for waiting so patiently for me."