4 comments/ 25902 views/ 3 favorites In the Gallery Ch. 01-02 By: Vitorio Hi everyone, This is my first post in a very long while. My life has changed a great deal over the past couple of years and both time and inclination to write have been lacking. This story was started several years ago and I have finally got around to finishing it. There are several more in the pipeline, all started a while ago, that I will be trying to finish. Had a bit of a problem deciding in which category to put this one: finally chose Mature. Some caveats before you start reading. As usual, this is lengthy and so it is posted in parts [it is all finished!] to ease reading. My characters tend to take on a life of their own and take me along with them. I write for MYSELF and share because I hope that others may enjoy what I write. There is ANAL in this story. It forms a theme throughout so be warned. If you don't like reading about ANAL [written, I hope, in a way that may make it more acceptable] then please don't read this. There is no sexual violence in my stories. Lastly, it is FANTASY! In the fantasy world there are no STD's, no AIDS, and no consequences and things tend to move on quicker than in the real world! Please read and, I hope, enjoy. The story stands alone but, and it is a big but, I may take it further in the future for I have become rather fond of Dana [and the pictures I use in my copy of the story – lol]. Lastly, although I know live in the USA, I still retain my love of British English and thus it is used throughout as are English idioms. Lastly I thank my lovely wife [Annafaye] for the editing. Please vote and, of course, comments are welcome, even negative ones, but in that case I do ask that you are at least polite and give me the opportunity to respond to them. Vitorio 1. The Meeting: In which we meet, go to the 'Opera', and the die is cast! She stood 5'9", possibly more, on thick heels about 3" high. She had blonde, shoulder length, hair atop a pleasant, open, slightly Asiatic face. Standing sideways on to me, her gorgeous figure drew my attention. She must have had some empathetic sense because she turned and met my eyes, giving me a little half smile. Full face on I could see her high cheekbones and eyes with a very slight slant which pointed to a, possibly, Eastern European or Eurasian origin. I supposed she was 20-ish and, for me anyway, stood out amongst all the beautiful young things floating about the exhibition. In Australia for a longish stay, I was visiting the gallery with my brother who lived in Sydney. He was a friend of one of the photographers exhibiting and had dragged me along for some moral support. I didn't mind for I had booked in for three nights at one of the hotels near the Opera House that overlooked the harbour and bridge. He was going back to the suburbs where he lived, leaving me to explore. I'm afraid I stared! She had turned away now, chatting with two girlfriends, and I set eyes on the most beautiful pair of hips and a delightfully broad and shapely bottom. I can honestly say that she took my breath away! Her high-heeled shoes thrust her bottom out provocatively below the swell of her flowing hips. I should add that her legs, bare I thought, were also strong and shapely. She was, indeed, a delight; particularly for a devout 'bottom' man like myself. The short skirted dress she wore accentuated her shape as it hung from her hips, barely reaching past her shapely thighs. Yes! I stared and she caught me! It didn't seem to faze her however, as, looking over her shoulder, she flashed me another shy half smile. Hmm? I thought, perhaps! I must admit I would be surprised but, as I had already been described as 'distinguished', I might at least have fun talking to her. Look - I'm no oil painting and at what I thought was three times her age didn't expect she'd be interested. I was divorced, so single, and free to 'play' so - here goes! She turned back sideways as people mingled and again - a third time - flashed a half smile, more confident this time. I smiled back a greeting. She didn't turn away but responded with a fulsome smile and turned to face me. Seeing her full on wasn't a disappointment! Small breasted, with lovely feminine sloping shoulders, she was bloody gorgeous and, I suspected, perhaps a few years older than I had first thought. I stood and walked over. She didn't turn away but met my eyes with hers as her friends noticed me. "Hi," I said smiling and, I'm sorry to say, exaggerating my English accent, "some nice pictures?" OK, not the most original line but it was a gallery and it was an exhibition of photographs. She smiled back, "Mmm. You're English!?" I laughed and bowed my head in acknowledgement. "Yes," I said, "for my sins, I am. And you are Australian!" She laughed back, playing the game. "Funny place to find someone all the way from England!" So I explained that I was on holiday visiting my brother and that he was a friend of one of the exhibitors. I was quite surprised really for she seemed genuinely interested. Her eyes didn't seem to leave mine and I felt a definite 'jolt' of attraction as we spoke. I went on to explain that I was staying in Sydney over the weekend in one of the hotels overlooking Circular Quay. I suppose that that told her I was pretty wealthy. No problem, I was! I managed to prise her away from her friends to introduce her to my brother. I could see from the old reprobate's face that he fully appreciated her beauty. He helped me out by dragging us both further away from her two friends to meet his photographer pal, then they drifted off together leaving us alone. Well, faint heart never fucked a pig, as we used to say at home so, "Look, I know we have only just met but would you do me the honour of allowing me to buy you dinner?" She hesitated, not surprising really, as we had only just met, but I suppose my brother and knowing an exhibitor worked in my favour. I breezed on throwing caution to the winds. "I can assure you of sparkling wit and repartee, and pleasant conversation. And you can choose the very best restaurant." She laughed. "Mmm . . . OK," she said after a slight hesitation and quite shyly I thought. Perhaps she wasn't that experienced. Then she smiled, "When does the sparkling wit start?" I laughed in response, "Touché!" I said then, "shall we go now?" I wanted to get going as soon as I could - I didn't want this lovely young woman to change her mind. She smiled again, "Mmm, OK. As soon as I know your name!" "There!" I said with a smile, "I'm so overwhelmed by your beauty that I'm forgetting the common courtesies. My name is Mike Watson. Fair's fair," I laughed, "now tell me yours!" Another smile, "Dana, Dana Ventakova." "Is that Russian?" "Mmm, way back though." "It suits you." It did! "I must tell my friends," she said, "we were supposed to be going out together!" "I'm flattered," I smiled. She smiled back, again shyly I thought. "I don't usually give in so easily," she said with a nervous laugh then, "but . . ." "I know," I laughed, "I told you - it's the sparkling wit! Shall we find your friends? You can introduce me - and make them jealous," I added with a big smile. She laughed again and we made our way through the crowded room where I was 'put on show'. I could see two pairs of eyebrows raise as Dana told them I was taking her out to dinner and then one said abruptly, "Heck Dana, you've only just met him!" Dana flashed me an embarrassed smile and shrugged her shoulders. "I like him," she said. "But . . .!" I laughed, "Ladies - please. Dana will be perfectly safe with me! I can offer my passport as surety if you wish!" "Don't be daft, Megan," said Dana, "you two go on." "But Jake's expecting us all!" "He'll have to 'un-expect' me then won't he!" Dana responded curtly. She took my arm, "I know just the place for dinner! 'Bye you two!" She led me out of the gallery, into the street. "Who's Jake?" I asked softly. I didn't want to be the cause of a broken relationship, nor catch her on the rebound. "He's Megan's fiancé," she said. "Bloody pain!" "OK," I said, relieved, "where to?" "Anywhere?" "Of course: it's your evening." She raised her eyebrows. I said, "- anyway wherever you choose will be immensely improved by your presence!" She blushed and laughed nervously, "Flatterer. Can we go to Aria?" she asked quickly. Well, I knew that Aria was a very expensive restaurant near the Opera House, but decided to play ignorant. "Aria?" "Mmm, I've always wanted to go there." "Then you shall!" I hailed a taxi and off we went. The evening was a delight. Dana's personality was both sophisticated and naïve at the same time. I turned on all the 'gentlemanly' attributes treating her like a princess. The restaurant was charming and the food excellent. By the end of the meal I had found out all about her. She was almost 22 and at Sydney University studying Art. I gathered that she didn't have a current boyfriend but her tone and manner, particularly her dress, made me think she wasn't completely inexperienced in bedroom arts! We left the restaurant to mingle with the Friday night crowds milling around the Quay and the Opera House, finally stopping for coffee at the Opera bar. "What time do I have to get you home?" I asked with a smile. "Well . . ." she responded hesitantly, "I was staying with Megan so I wasn't expected back tonight. Any time I suppose . . ." Was she hinting at something here? I wasn't sure. "Well there's plenty going on here." There was: plenty of people milling about in bars and restaurants after the opera. "Mmm. I like it here." Time to try and charm! Not difficult for sitting opposite her crossed legs left little to the imagination. "I like it here too," I said smiling, "the view is superb!" She blushed, "Oh!" and uncrossed her legs. I laughed, "Sorry," I said, "couldn't resist it! Seriously though," I added quietly, "this evening has been a delight; made so by your presence!" She blushed and she smiled. Perhaps she wasn't used to such fulsome praise? We chatted for quite a while as I told her something of England and London. It must have been close to midnight and crowds were thinning when I finally decided to 'take the plunge'. "Dana," I said softly putting my hand on hers, "Dana - would you like to come back to my room for a final nightcap before I get you home?" The look on her face clearly showed she realised exactly what I was suggesting. If she agreed, she wouldn't leave the room 'til morning and she knew it! She hesitated long enough for me to realise this would be something new for her. Her eyes had widened in surprise at the blatant suggestion and I quickly decided to back off. "Dana love, let's get you a taxi. I'm sorry!" I made to stand. Her hand stopped me. "I haven't decided," she said quietly, "I might not go home!" I took a very deep breath. Men of my age didn't often get to this position with a delectable 22 year old student. Particularly one with a figure to die for. I felt that now was the time. She would or she wouldn't! "There is a couch!" I laughed. "OK!" she said and stood. My eyes ranged up and down her body taking in her gorgeous hips and bottom. She watched as I admired her and I don't think I imagined her slight preen! "Sure?" "Certain," she smiled. "Lead the way!" So we made our way back to my hotel. At the Hotel: In which we make love, discuss anal sex, and make plans for the rest of the weekend: The 'apartment' consisted of a kitchen next to a dining area: then a lounge leading to a balcony overlooking the Quay and the Harbour Bridge. The separate bedroom adjoined the spacious bathroom with Jacuzzi and walk-in shower. I had been impressed and Dana was as well. "There," I said as we entered, "you can have the bed, I'll take the couch!" She laughed seeming at ease now as she realised I was giving her an 'out'. "That doesn't seem fair," she said, "it's your room!" "OK," I said laughing, "I'll take the bed, you take the couch!" She laughed in response then looked around the doorway into the bedroom. "It's a very big bed!" I took another deep breath. "Coffee?" I asked, not wanting to push too hard. Her response was to move very close. "No," she whispered quietly, "not just now!" Her eyes looked up into mine and her lips parted. Hands pulled my head downwards and we kissed. I'd felt a jolt before - now it was stronger. My hands roamed her back and shoulders as I kissed her, whilst hers held me close. Heart beating, I allowed my hands to follow the soft curve of her hips then the bold swell of her bottom. This brought a sigh in her kiss. We broke and my lips kissed her neck and shoulders, easing aside the straps of her dress. Moving slightly apart then we kissed and stroked. Her hands crept inside my shirt and stroked my chest. Kisses became more passionate and tongues entwined - she was, literally, taking my breath away! Moving away again she continued to unbutton my shirt and run her fingers through the hairs on my chest - very stimulating. "Turn round," I whispered. She didn't demur and turned slowly pushing back into me. I moved away, my hands slipping to her thighs below her short dress. I heard a sharp intake of breath as my hands felt the warmth of her skin. I began to lift the dress, hands following the gorgeous curve of her hips. I felt her panties as my hands continued their journey and the dress was lifted further. Looking down I could see her skimpy lilac knickers – not quite a thong and clearly insufficient to cover the marvelous reach of her bottom, disappearing between her fulsome cheeks. At her waist now, and back to warm flesh, my hands continued the journey. It seemed the dress would come off like this so I carried on. Dana sighed as I reached her bra straps then raised her arms upward. The dress slipped over her head easily and was thrown to the floor. God she was/is gorgeous. I stood back feasting my eyes on a skimpy lilac bra and even skimpier panties. "Oh my god!!" I managed as she turned back to face me. "Not fair," she murmured as she removed my shirt then started on my pants. These quickly joined the shirt on the floor and my cock, as hard as it had ever been, was free to tent my boxers. She must have felt it - I certainly felt her! We were still standing, kissing and stroking. It was time to move to the bed! Slipping hands around her body I lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. Laying her gently on the bed I stood looking down at this beautiful young woman. I smiled, "You're beautiful," I whispered softly, as I lay beside her. She blushed appealingly. Shifting, head on elbow, I bent and kissed her lips. "Sure?" I whispered. She nodded in reply. My hand cupped her smallish breasts then crept under the bra and teased her nipples. A soft sigh escaped her lips. "Turn over," I whispered. I wanted to undo the bra but, even more, I wanted to look at her bottom like this. Eyes widened in question. "Bra," I said with a smile. She smiled back and languidly turned face down. I undid her bra and drew it off over her shoulders then I knelt up. As before, she took my breath away! Her hips, wide and shapely, flowed into her bottom. An almost perfect shape. 'Bubble butts' are nice, but Dana has the bottom of a goddess - wide with perfect curves. Cheeks firm with a slight up-curve as they met her legs. Her panties, trapped between her gorgeous cheeks, made the whole scene even sexier. The slight wetness as the material cupped her pussy showed her arousal. My hands on her hips, I gently eased her panties down revealing her most private place. As I slipped them completely off, Dana opened her legs slightly, wriggling sinuously to get comfortable. The valley between her cheeks was open now, her tiny star on view - available. Her sex also completely on view in this position. She was an absolute delight. I must have been quiet for a while, simply taking in the view, for Dana, turning slightly and breaking my reverie, said, "What . . .?" "I'm sorry," I said with a smile, "but you have the most wonderful bottom! I was just admiring the view!" She blushed and smiled. "I haven't done that," she said meeting my eyes. My mind stuttered! What did she say? Heart pounding and, incidentally cock beginning to throb even more, I raised my eyebrows in question. "Sorry?" "I haven't done that," she said again, "you know. I'm sure you do!" I was beginning to become extremely excited because, if she meant what I thought she did, she was an 'anal virgin'. So I decided to be careful. "Dana love, I'm not sure what you mean?" She laughed, seeing through me, I think. "I think you do, "she said," look and she nodded at my cock which was standing even prouder. Time to come clean [or dirty?]. "You mean, you've never had sex in your bottom," I said holding my breath. "Mmm. I haven't. Have you?" she asked suddenly, "I bet you have!" "Well," I answered slowly, "if you mean have I ever done that to a woman then yes." "A lot?" God this conversation was raising my blood pressure! "Quite a bit," I replied honestly. "Is it nice?" I laughed, "I enjoyed it." "No! You know what I mean. I've seen it [that I just had to explore!]. It seems nice but . . .?" "Well," I said slowly and carefully, "most of my partners have enjoyed it." "Does it hurt? It doesn't look as if it hurts the girls in the films, [Wow!?] but it must! Surely!" "Dana love, you are destroying me!" She laughed. I laughed in return. "Tell me! Does it hurt?" "Well," I answered with a cheeky smile, "to be honest I've never had it done to me!" She pouted, "Oh you! You know what I mean!" I laughed, bent, and kissed her cheek. "Well . . . It seems that sometimes it does the first time or two but most of the women I've had there have enjoyed it. I know I have!" As I said this I ran my finger down her spine sending a shiver across her body. Obviously not wanting to discuss it further she rolled onto her side and pulled me close. "Kiss me," she demanded as our lips met. My cock, rock hard now after the previous discussion, was pressing into her stomach. I felt her hand reach down inside my boxers and encircle it, stroking slowly. "It feels big," she breathed breathlessly. I smiled. "Lay back, Dana. It's time?" A statement and a question. She could back off now, [and leave me bloody frustrated] but I wanted to give her a final opportunity. If I fucked her I wanted her to want it. Her response was a big smile and a movement on to her back. Her eyes answered me! Slipping my boxers off finally, I eased her legs apart, knelt between, and gazed down at her beautiful young body. She was smiling, somewhat nervously I thought, and her tongue was flicking out and licking her lips. Stiff cock in one hand, I leant forward and took my weight on the other. With unerring accuracy my cockhead found her soft warmth. As she felt the first pressure she let out a soft sigh, surprise and pleasure mixed. Lodged slightly inside I took my weight on both hands and pushed slowly forward feeling her hot wetness. "Oh, god!" she moaned softly as my cock began to fill her vagina. She was tight, bloody tight, and unbelievably marvelous! Obviously excited by our limited foreplay, she was very wet and I slid inside easily. I had to stop for a moment and take a few deep breaths to calm down. Regaining a measure of control I began to press deeper until half my erection was caressed in her velvety tightness. This is close to heaven. Her eyes were wide, in surprise I think, as I stopped again. "OK?" I asked smiling down at her. "Oh, god, yes! Big! It's big," she added breathlessly. I smiled, "Too big?" "Oh, no! No! Don't stop. Please!" Well I wasn't going to! OK, not true. I would have, had she said so - always believed in a woman's right to say no at any time. Now she was saying yes so I began to move slowly back and forth, pushing a little deeper each time and prolonging her feeling of being filled. In the Gallery Ch. 01-02 "Oh, god! Oh please! I never . . . . Ooooohhhhh!" Her whole body seemed to shudder. Her vagina gripped like a vice as I looked down into the eyes of a young woman in orgasm. Wide-eyed, she reached up and pulled me down, mouth covering mine in a desperate kiss. I managed, finally, to pull myself away from her embrace and regain my position, weight on my arms. Then, shifting upright, I lifted her legs a little and began to fuck her right through her first orgasm. She seemed surprised that I was still hard and her eyes widened further as my cock slid back and forth inside her. Slowly at first then quicker, harder, I filled her pussy, thighs slapping against hers. Her groans grew louder and her legs came up around my waist and gripped my body. Staring into her eyes, I could see her orgasm rising again. Her gasps grew louder as I bent my head and drew my teeth gently along her hard nipples. Her gasps turned to, "Oh, god! Yes! Please . . ." Seeing this gorgeous young woman in the throes of orgasm for the second time brought my own close. That I could do this for her! I increased both depth and speed of thrust as my body began to respond. My balls tightened and I felt that tense sensation in the base of my spine. "Oh, fuck, Dana," I moaned as spunk began to flow into her. She must have felt the pulses, three or four I think, for she moaned, "Yes, yes! Fill me!" I did, gasping as my cock pulsed inside her delectable cunt. As ever, it didn't last long! My cock softened - not completely but enough to let me know I needed a rest and time to 'recharge'. Cialis [I had taken one earlier] is an excellent assist, but rest is needed between - especially at my age - and I very much wanted to recharge. I had not tasted her pussy yet or her tight anus, nor had she my cock! Then there was the idea of her gorgeous arse and the possibility of taking that virginity. I shifted from over her as my cock slipped from the heaven of her cunt, and lay beside her, head on hand gazing down. I smiled as she turned her head and looked into my eyes. "OK?" I whispered. She reached up and pulled my lips to hers. "Oh, yes!" she smiled, "oh, yes. It hasn't been like that before." I raised my eyebrows. She blushed as she wriggled her bottom comfortably into the bed. "I've never . . . you know . . . twice, like that." I smiled. "It's always been over so quickly." She giggled. "Sometimes it didn't happen at all! Thank you," she whispered. I kissed her. "I haven't finished!" She moved her hips and thighs, rolling to face me. Her eyes met mine with a worried look. "You came inside me!" It wasn't a question - she must have known. I nodded. "I'm not . . . you know . . . taking anything." Her meaning was clear. "I have had a vasectomy," I smiled, "too many years ago to want to remember. So," I laughed, "no babies!" She still looked concerned. "I've never . . . you know, done it without a condom. I didn't, don't, want to catch anything!" Aaaagh, I thought, now I know what she is asking. I, being moderately promiscuous, had always been careful about STD's. I usually wore a condom myself, and I had to admit to the stupidity of not wearing one now. I suppose that I had been overtaken by the situation - the opportunity to fuck such a lovely young woman made me throw caution to the winds [a standing prick has neither conscience nor fear!]. In my defence, I had also decided that Dana didn't seem the type to sleep around. Of course that rationalisation may have been both self delusion and poor judgement, but I didn't think so. Time to put her mind at rest. I am something of a fatalist! "I am careful Dana love. I was checked a couple of months ago," I smiled and kissed her cheek, "and you are the first." She smiled approvingly. Now her hand reached up and pulled my lips to hers. "You said we haven't finished," she giggled flirtatiously. "No," I laughed back. "Let's explore the shower." Her eyebrows raised but she didn't demur as I took her hand and led her to the bathroom. She entered first. I stood at the door. I am afraid I stared! She was as close to perfection as I could wish to imagine. Her gently sloping, feminine shoulders seemed to accentuate the fulsome flow of her hips. She walked straight, upright and, even in bare feet, her arse was both proud and petulant. My cock began to stir at the remotest possibility of taking her there. "You like my bottom?" she said, suddenly. Caught off guard I quickly noticed that she could see all of me in the large mirror. She must have watched my eyes and noted my cock. Time to come clean. "Dana love, I won't lie to you." I smiled my lop-sided smile. "You are a beautiful young woman," she began to blush - it was glorious. "And you have the most perfect arse!" Did she stand just a little straighter? I moved closer. "I am afraid, Dana, angel, that that part of a woman is the part that attracts me most. It's not the be all and end all but, for me, it is the absolute; the icing on the sexual cake, I suppose you could say." She turned. "I've never done it, I said." "I know," I whispered taking her in my arms, "and, for now, let's not mention it. Let's shower." She gave me a strange look. Surprise, disappointment, or pleasure? I wasn't sure, but she turned into the shower. I followed. I quickly adjusted the shower heads, two, and the wall jets and we both gloried in the flow of hot water. She was the epitome of loveliness: a water nymph, seemingly completely at ease naked with me in the shower. My eyes worshipped her. She was breathtakingly lovely. She seemed to bask in my admiration too and, after a while, reached for the soap and sponge provided. "I've never showered with a man before," she said innocently. "Well," I said returning her smile, "time you found out how much fun it can be!" She giggled in response as I took the soap and sponge. I began to wash her, running the sponge over her soft curves: her shoulders, her hips, her thighs, and the glorious cheeks of her bottom. I soon lost the sponge and used my hands, concentrating on her tits, capturing her large nipples between my fingers. She began to moan softly then louder as my hand wandered across her tummy and stroked her mound of Venus. My other hand caressed her bottom cheeks. Soon my hand covered her sex completely, my middle finger gently pressing on her entrance and teasing her clit. Her moans increased as I drew my hand back and forth, pressing a little harder. My other hand, which had been gently squeezing those gorgeous arse cheeks, now found the valley between. As I stroked her cunt, the middle finger of this hand stroked gently across her anus. "Ooooohhh," she sighed softly, "oooohhh yesssss!" I could feel her legs beginning to weaken. "Put your arm around my neck," I whispered. "It'll help." Languidly, her arm snaked around my neck. Now two fingers gently probed her cunt, then softly pressed inside. Another finger very gently teased the tight star of her anus. I quickly located the soft flesh of her 'G' spot and began to stroke it. "OH FUCK YES!!!" she moaned. "Oh, god!" It didn't take long before I felt her liquid flow. As it did, I pressed harder on her anus which seemed to encourage a heightened orgasm. Her legs almost collapsed now and I felt her weight against my body, so I gently sat us both on the bench provided. She rested her head on my shoulder for a moment, then kissed my neck. "That was nice," she whispered, then giggled, "I think I like showering with a man!" I laughed. "My turn," she said, then she took the sponge, pulled me up, and began to wash me. She seemed to enjoy running first the sponge then her hands over my body. Heck, I'm no Adonis but it appeared that she was 'exploring' the male. She seemed particularly to like exploring my cock and balls and it wasn't long before I was pretty hard again. She held my cock in her hand, turned, and sat on the bench, pulling me with her. Bending her head, she flicked her tongue across the tip of my cock, then sucked the head inside her mouth. "Oh, fuck, Dana!" I managed as I felt her warm mouth engulf my cock head and her lips caress the sensitive area just below. She looked up at me, mouth smiling around my cock, as she sucked gently on the head. It was clear she was fairly experienced in this department! Now she began to stroke my cock with one hand whilst the other cradled my balls. "Shit, Dana, love, I can't take much of this!" She managed to pout around my cock! "Oh, you darlin'," I laughed, "if I were 20 you could, but I'm not! I want to fuck you again!" Now she smiled up at me and sucked more of my cock inside. I could feel her tongue on the sensitive tip - I had to pull away! "I want to taste that later!" she said with a sultry smile. It seemed the whole situation was bringing out the 'beast' in her! I took a deep breath as I lifted her to her feet and kissed her on the mouth. "I am yours to command," I laughed. Rinsing off finally, we dried each other with the warm fluffy towels and slipped on the white towelling dressing gowns and slippers the hotel provided. She even looked wonderful in that! "Would you like a drink?" I asked, "I'm pretty thirsty." "Mmmm, that would be nice," then with a sultry smile, "are we finished?" I pulled her to me and kissed her mouth, "Oh, no, Dana darling, certainly not. I haven't eaten yet!" She looked puzzled as I grinned at her then blushed as she realised what I meant. "Oh! Oh, I see!" I kissed her again as we entered the kitchen area. I made the drinks and we sat quietly drinking. "It was wonderful," she finally whispered softly, eyes meeting mine over the rim of her glass. Time to push my luck. "Dana love," I said softly kissing her cheek, "do you have to be anywhere tomorrow?" I glanced at the clock, "today, I mean," I laughed. It was 2.30! "No," she said smiling, "why?" "What about the rest of the weekend?" "No. I was supposed to be staying with Megan." "Stay with me?" I asked taking a deep breath and fixing her with my eyes. "I don't have any clothes," she said with a smile, "but if I did, I would!" She kissed my lips, "I'm sure there is a LOT more to do!" "Clothes are definitely not a problem," I laughed, "I like you naked!" She laughed back. "But it really isn't a problem. We can go out in the morning and buy you some." "Buy me some?" "Mmmm. It will be fun!" "But . . ." I laughed, "'but me no buts'" I said. "It will be fun, I can assure you. We can buy some nice sexy stuff!" "For you to take off?" she asked coquettishly. "Now, that would be fun as well!" "OK," she said with a smile, "I'll stay." She made the decision quickly. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Good."