0 comments/ 12074 views/ 1 favorites Sensual Indulgence Ch. 01 By: Sensual Indulgence We decided to meet in Chicago. Our own little rendezvous. We arrive on separate planes within minutes of each other and run into each others arms. I hold you so tight and then relax just enough so that we can step back to see each other. You are beautiful! We pull each other close again and kiss ever so gently, just trying to take in the experience of being together. Your lips are so soft. Minutes pass in what seems like a few seconds. We eventually separate and begin to walk out of the airport, holding hands. I try hard no to let you see that the simplicity of your kisses have left me a little weak in the knees. You notice anyway and laugh. I laugh with you. We begin to talk... to attempt to begin to catch up on all we have missed out on by being apart. It is a futile effort. We both realize that we can eventually share the experiences that we have had while apart, but the time spent apart will always be lost. You voice is beautiful. The limousine takes us to the hotel; certainly the nicest in Chicago. We sit in the back and hold each others hands facing each other, staring at each other, smiling at each other. We can not believe we are finally together. I softly trace the lines along the left side of your face with the backs of two fingers of my right hand. I can not take my eyes off you. I feel as though you know everything I think, everything about me, and everything I want. You slowly lean in to kiss me... more forcefully this time. My fingers trail down the delicate skin on your neck as you push me over backwards in the seat. You lay your body on top of mine and smile at me while I gaze into your eyes. You are so warm. I lift my head to you and your lips slowly part and our tongues meet. Our passion for each other is very evident even with the smallest and softest and most gentle of kisses. We continue to kiss for what must be mere minutes. Minutes that any man would give his life to experience. We reach the hotel in what seems to be record time although the time has just been lost to us because we are so involved with each other. Our baggage is sent to our room. Once upstairs, we fall into each others arms again. I can not understand how I ever let go of you at the airport. We kiss very deeply as we begin to remove each others clothing. I turn you around facing away from me and kiss the back of your neck while unbuttoning your blouse. I gently slide my fingertips across your naked belly. So very soft. Over your shoulder, I can see how excited you have become before I ever get your blouse off. And you can feel how excited I am. I get down on my knees behind you and slowly pull the back of your blouse out of your skirt. I very slowly and even more gently lick and kiss every inch of skin that becomes exposed, beginning at the top of your skirt. Although the room is quite comfortable, you shutter several times from the feather soft contact and the anticipation. Once the blouse is free, I stand up and put both hands under the blouse and run the tips of my fingers up your sides. You start to raise your arms but then you can not. You are ticklish. Instead, I reach over your shoulders and place my finger tips on the tops of your breasts and gently pull my hands upward, slowly pulling the blouse off of your shoulders. I place a very big wet kiss at the base of your neck, on the top of your right shoulder, and your arms draw backward as the blouse drops to the floor between us. I wrap my arms around you and place both hands on the bare skin just beneath your breasts. I pull you to me and hold you tight. I whisper in your ear, "How am I to ever let you go? You feel so good in my arms and to touch you is like nothing I have ever experiences." You turn in my embrace to face me and stare up into my eyes, smiling. We know this time is ours to share and, at least for now, we never have to let go. You run your right hand around to the back of my neck and up through my hair. You pull me to you and kiss me. You are such a caring, compassionate, passionate, and truly erotic lady. We continue to kiss as you caress my neck and begin pulling my shirt out of my jeans with your left hand. Once free, you run your hand under my shirt gently exploring my chest, stomach, and back. With both hands, one on either side, you slowly begin to lift my shirt while sliding your hands along my sides. I am so lost in your kisses that I can only manage to squirm slightly, never taking my mouth off yours, while your soft skin brushes against mine. You continue to push the shirt upward and I can tell you want it off now. Reluctantly, I relax my hold on you and take the shirt from your hands and begin to pull it over my head. While the shirt is over my eyes, you put your tongue on my left nipple and then draw it between your lips. I gasp, shocked, not expecting you to do that and all the while finding it to be a terribly erotic sensation. I close my eyes and tilt my head back and gently place my hand on the back of your head. "Please don't stop," I whisper. You look up and continue to play with my nipple with the tip of your tongue. It is so hard. You take it between your thumb and index finger of your right hand and move your mouth to the other nipple. I begin to moan very softly. Your left hand moves to my bare stomach and you slowly caress the areas just above and below my belly button. You flatten your hand out over by belly and stop moving. The heat from your hand is so intense, your touch so tender. You begin to push me backwards across the room, never taking your hands or mouth from my body. My eyes never open. You could be pushing me toward an open window and I would not know or care as long as you keep touching me. With one big push, you shove me backwards and I fall. Startled, I try to catch myself but land flat on my back in a huge overstuffed chair. A little dazed, I look up in time to see your smile and your half naked body as you begin to crawl on top of me. You stop at my knees, straddling my legs. You look so incredible; I can not take my eyes off you. You know what you are doing to me. You place both hands on my skin just above my waist and begin to pull them back toward you. Then you stop and look into my eyes and smile so provocatively. Instead, you run both hands up and over my stomach and chest and then draw them down my sides. When you get to my waist, you continue to hold onto my sides as you lean over and place your right cheek against the soft flesh of my belly. Your face is so soft and warm. Your hair feels quite erotic as it brushes against your hand and my side. You begin to lick and kiss your way across my belly as I run my fingers through your hair. I want so badly to be able to reach the rest of you. You are driving me crazy! You continue to crawl up my body and kiss your way up across my chest and nipples. Your breasts brush against my belly as you move higher. Oh what a feeling! I reach in to touch your left breast. With your left hand, you take my hand away from you. Confused, I look up I time to see lift your head and lean forward to kiss me deeply and very passionately. Straddling my hips now, you take my hand that was on your breast and raise it above my head and hold it down on the chair. With your right hand you bring my left arm up to the same position. You continue to pin my arms down and kiss me while your breasts and torso lay against me. I'm in heaven! Slowly you lift your bare breasts off me and place both my wrists together so that you can hold them with one hand. Your breasts are incredible! You hold my wrists with your left hand and with your right, trace around the outside of my ear, down my neck, across my left nipple, past my belly button and pause at the top of my jeans. I can hardly control myself... the anticipation is almost more than I can take. You turn your hand over and slowly slide four fingers under the waistband of the jeans. You stop long enough for your thumb to be able to undo the top button. I struggle a little, desperate to get my hands on you, but you hold me tight. You are in total control. You continue to ease your hand past the buttons. You lean over again and whisper in my ear, "If you want me to continue, you have to close your eyes and KEEP them closed." Bondage is one thing, but this is sheer torture! Reluctantly, I agree. Slowly you relax you grip on my wrists. As soon as I am free, I reach out for you but you are already gone. I continue to hold my eyes shut. It takes great effort, but I do not want to spoil your plans. As I lay back I hear you unzip your skirt, and then it hits the floor. You giggle (it had to be the look on my face). I feel you begin to crawl back onto the chair. "Keep them closed," you remind me in a very seductive voice. You make your way up to where you are sitting on my chest. I can tell that you are still wearing panties. I place my hands on your waist. You are so seductive! You must have leaned over slightly because one of your nipples found its way to my lips. It is no wonder I could see it through your blouse earlier. It is very hard and erect. You seem almost as excited as I am. I take it into my mouth, ever so gently, and find your right breast with my left hand. Only now do I realize that it is your left that I have in my mouth. I move my left hand up the underside of your breast and your nipple slides between my middle and fourth fingers. Oh, how I want to see you. I feel your hand on the back of my head drawing me even closer and my mouth tighter against your breast. You taste incredible. Your other hand finds its way to the top of your right breast. It is as if you want to feel, in more than one way, what I am doing to your breast with my hand. I continue to suck on your nipple gently at times and drawing you very deep into my mouth at others. You flinch as if a flicker of pain has shot through your body, but you only pull me in tighter. I let go of your right breast and move my hand below my chin, under your left. I very slowly let go of you with my mouth, lightly kissing and drawing your nipple back in only as far as my teeth. Your nipple is wet and must be very red from being in my mouth. I push your breast up and move my mouth to your chest just under the breast. I lay the entire width of my tongue on you and move upward until I get to where your breast begins. I lick around the base of your breast and then pull the flesh at the very bottom into my mouth. You take a sudden deep breath as I leave a mark where no one but you and I will ever know or be able to see. I replace my left hand with my right from your waist and move my left back to your right breast, only to find your hand already there. You've been playing with your own breast since I removed my hand earlier. The thought excites me immensely. I beg for you to let me open my eyes. You lean over to where there is a breast next to both of my cheeks and whisper, "Only if I can stay on top," and then you run your tongue down the outside of my ear. I tingle all over with excitement and anticipation. You could be anywhere you want as far as I am concerned. I slowly open my eyes. You must have turned down the lights when you took off the skirt earlier. The room is still very well lit. The windows face north and the sun, beginning to set in the west, still provides ample light by which to see your extraordinary body. You just sit there with the most incredible smile on your face. You seem very pleased with yourself, and you damn well should. I reach up with both hands and run the backs of them lightly across your nipples. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. I reach up with my right hand and brush your cheek. You quickly replace my hand with yours and begin stroking and messaging you left breast. What an incredible sight. A beautiful lady who is far from shy when it comes to giving and receiving pleasure. In my excitement, I forget what I am doing with your cheek and you quickly pull my index finger into your mouth. Oh you are so good. In and out, in and out, very slowly but with extreme pressure. Such control. We both know what you are thinking, and what you are doing to me. I let go of your right breast, and again it is quickly replaced with your other hand. I wrap my left arm around to your back and watch you as you kneed your breasts and pinch your nipples and enjoy yourself. I watch as you continue to suck on my finger like it was the most pleasurable experience you have ever had. Your eyes are still closed and I expect you to cum any minute as much as you seem to be enjoying yourself. You eventually release my finger. I reach around you, now with both hands and pull you down on top of me. We laugh together and kiss passionately for what seems a lifetime. While you lay on me I run my fingers along your back and down through the small of your back to your panties. I gently tug upward on them and you just giggle and occasionally let out a small faint gasp. I try to reach farther but I can not. You move just enough to keep me from getting a hold of that cute little ass. You continue to giggle. You are so beautiful when you are happy! And you certainly seem to be. Once again you slide your hand across my tummy and into my jeans. This time you do not even stop or hesitate. I feel you wrapping your fingers around me. Oh how much I want you. You rise up to your knees and step off the end of the chair. Very pretty lacy white panties cut quite high on the sides and little more than triangles on the front and back. I can see the outline of your labia through them. I wonder if they are always swollen like that or just because of how excited you have been so far today. You begin to pull my jeans off by pulling on the legs. Apparently they are too tight for you to get off that way so you crawl back on the overstuffed chair... this time facing away from me. Again, you sit on my chest. You grab the jeans at my hips and begin to push them off of me. As you push, your ass comes off my chest and gives me an incredible view. As you slide the jeans down my legs your breasts caress the sides of my erect cock. I can not imagine it ever being better than this, but somehow I know it is going to be. I reach up and put my hands on the bottom of your ass cheeks. It just got better! You push yourself back against my hands and again your breasts brush against me. I hold my breath. I grab your waist and pull you back to sitting and then on over so that you are laying on me. I reach around and grab your breasts and take your left ear lobe between my lips. I run my left hand down your beautiful naked body and under the white lace. You reach down and put your hand on mine and guide me on down so that my fingers brush the top of your labia. You are very swollen! I kick off my jeans as I spread your soft lips apart. You begin to breath more shallow and quickly. I can feel your heartbeat pounding against my chest. You are very wet. Oh how long we have waited for this. I whisper, "Why not take these off," expecting that you would get up to slip out of your panties, or allow me to take them off for you. Instead, you take my right hand off your breast and wrap it around your chest. Then you draw your legs up to your chest, with my hand between your legs the whole time, and you reach down and remove your panties. Once off, you spread your legs slightly and my finger easily slips between your swollen lips, and onto your clitoris. You immediately melt in my arms and allow your legs to part even more. I move my right hand back to your right breast but as usual your hand is already there. You take my right hand and place it under yours and sometimes I control what attention your breast get and sometimes you set the stage. Either way, we are never in each others way, we are completely sharing the experience without any thought of self or personal gain. There is no need for such thoughts since the entire experience is beyond anything we have ever experienced... to this point. I trace small circles around the perimeter of your clitoris, sometimes so soft it almost tickles you and sometimes with a pressure that makes you moan loudly. I enjoy giving you pleasure more than you will ever know! By now you are so relaxed and tense at the same time. I rub three fingers down between your legs. You are so wet and open, my middle finger slips inside you easily. You gasp and moan. The palm of my hand still rubs against our clitoris. You begin moving against my hand. You are controlling it all... how deep my finger penetrates you, how much pressure I place against your clit, and at what pace it all happens. You go very slowly at first. I run my tongue up the back of your neck. You rotate your hips so that my finger goes in as deep as possible... over and over and over. Your eyes are closed and your bottom lip quivers each time that my hand presses against your clit. The heat coming from your body is so intense. You quicken your pace and again I swear you will cum any second. Your moans get louder and I begin to wonder if we are the only ones aware of what is going on. Again I whisper, "Would it feel any better of I flicked my tongue across your clit and wrapped my lips around it?" Immediately you start screaming and wiggling around on top of me. It is all I can do to stay inside you and keep my palm against your clitoris. You cum so hard I am afraid you will run out of air before it is all over. You lay on top of me shaking from the experience. I hold you tight with my right arm and you let out one final deep moan as I slowly remove my hand from between your legs. I wrap both arms around you and lean up to whisper, "Did I say something wrong?" You turn your head to look into my eyes. You see the evil grin on my face and we both begin laughing. Apparently you enjoyed what I said very much. You roll over on top of me and lay against me. There is no way that there could be more skin to skin contact between us. Your entire body is drenched. You feel so good lying on top of me. We hold each other tight and you gently kiss and lick your way up to my right ear. You softly breathe into my ear as you rub your nose along the outside. I reach down and cup your ass cheeks with my hands. Your entire body is incredible... so soft, so sexy, so warm and so wet. How I have gotten to this point without cumming myself, I will never know. You continue to breathe into my ear, but you replace your nose with your tongue. You sure seem to have lots of energy. I begin to moan softly. Your breath is driving me crazy. You giggle at my reaction as you draw your knees up under you, straddling my tummy. You wrap your left hand around the base of my neck and begin kissing your way back down the left side of my neck. You continue to work your way down my body; first kissing across my shoulder and then down my left side. As you move, you continue to hold my neck and crawl down so that my cock is pressing against the crack of your ass. Your lips tickle my side as you gently lick and kiss the soft flesh. You lift your head and move to me. You pull my head up to meet your mouth. We kiss passionately as you raise your hips over my cock. I can feel the heat from you on my cock as you lower yourself down toward me. The tip of my cock parts your lips as I close my eyes and turn my head to the side. You stop before I enter you, and you rock back and forth moving me up and down between your labia. Your body jerks each time the tip of me touches your clitoris. Your facial expression alternates from intense pleasure to one of excited disbelief as you see how your touch is affecting me. You are such a good tease! I feel your nipples brush across my chest as you continue to torture me. I reach up and run my fingers over your skin just below your belly button. Without intending to, my touch tickles you and you straighten up in an attempt to avoid my fingers. As you straighten up, my cock begins to enter you. We both draw in a deep breath and with a look of both shock and surprise; you lower yourself down onto me. Once you are completely wrapped around me, and I completely inside you, you sit there with a look that can only be described as pure lust. Sensual Indulgence Ch. 02 Once we have caught our breath, I sit up and you wrap your legs around me. We sit tummy to tummy, face to face with you still on my lap. We kiss and explore each others mouths. Eventually, we begin to really talk for the first time since entering the room. We discuss what we have been sharing and realize that what we have is very special and genuine. We have completely reconfirmed that, even though without the physical side of things we seem a perfect match, the sexual attraction is nothing short of phenomenal. We continue to talk until we realize the time. The sun has almost set and we have dinner reservations to keep before the performance at the theatre. We agree to share a shower to save time, of course. I find it hard to take/keep my hands off of you as we walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. You suggest that I go ahead and shave while you start your shower and then I join you when I am done. You jump in the shower and I shave, possible faster than I ever have. I walk out to the bar and pour two large glasses of ice water and bring them back into the bathroom. I set one of the glasses on the large marble counter top and the other I pout over the top of the shower door. This time a slightly different scream comes from you as you burst through the shower door and into my arms. Your mouth and eyes are open wide as you look up at me in astonishment. I am laughing hysterically by this time and eventually you catch your breath and begin laughing as well. I reach down and cup your ass with both hands as I pick you up off the tile and set your naked body down on the cold counter top. I lean down and take your right nipple into my mouth as I move between your legs. Just thinking about your naked body in the shower was enough to make me hard again. I knew I could never wait until we got back from the theatre to get my hands on you. You reach up and grab a towel bar on either side of you and I reach around and grab the back of your thighs and pull you to the edge of the counter. With your arms stretched out above you, I move up and gently kiss and run my tongue along your neck. You begin to moan and I push past your labia and slide all the way inside you. You take a sudden deep breath, not expecting me to move so quickly. Seeing your bare wet body in such a submissive position, and me being in the position of total control, has only excited me more. I grab you at the waist and slowly move myself in and out of you. In and out and in and out and over and over. As I increase the pace, your breasts begin to bounce with the rhythm. You are breathing heavily. The heat from the shower and the heat from our bodies have begun to take its toll on you. As I thrust into you, you close your eyes and moan in unison with me. I pick up the remaining glass of ice water and take a mouth full. Gently, without interrupting our pace, I take your left breast with my right hand and place my mouth over as much of your breast as possible. As the cold water hits your nipple, your eyes again fly open and you involuntarily pull my mouth off of you. All the cold water that was in my mouth now runs down your belly and your mouth seems to be frozen open in shock. I put my lips to yours and you respond by pushing your tongue to the depths of my mouth. You pull away long enough to grab the back of my head and turn it so that you mouth is on my ear. Your breath is very warm as you whisper, "I will get you for this, count on it!" And then you turn my head back around and run your tongue along my lips until my mouth opens again to take you in. Your reach over and grab the glass of water and raise it above my head. You can not hold it steady because I continue to push myself into you over and over. A small amount of the water spills over the edge of the glass and lands on my head and I pull away from your mouth, but remain inside of you. I stop pushing and you look me straight in the eyes with the most sultry and sensual of looks. "I could have dumped this over your head, but I said I would get you for this, and this does not begin to do to you what I have planned for you later." And with that you lean back against the mirror and massage your right breast with your right hand and slowly pour the ice cold water across your breasts and down your tummy. Your nipples are instantly rock hard and I am in a state of absolute awe. Both at what you said and what you have just done. You begin to moan again as you roll your nipple between your fingers. I take the glass out of your left hand and slide it across the counter. You reach up and grab the bar again as I begin to thrust into you harder than ever. The cold water has run down to my cock and the contrast with your hot flesh is incredible. You have to take your right hand off your breast and grab the second bar because I am pushing into you so hard. You pull yourself off the mirror so that you are hanging from the bars. Your breasts bounce as I thrust deep inside you. Our moans echo off the bathroom walls and it sounds like there are twenty other couples having the time of their lives. I look down and watch the entire length of me slide in and out of your body. I look up and again see your breasts bounce to the rhythm of me pounding into you. I look at your face and know that the only way to describe this is that I am fucking you silly. And I completely lose control. I grab your waist and pull you onto me even further and cum harder than I ever have. You wrap your legs and arms around me as I bury my cock into you over and over. Still impaled on me, I pick you up off the counter as you run your tongue up the side of my neck. I walk into the shower with you wrapped around me. The hot water beats against my back as I pin you against the shower wall... your feet still off the floor and me still inside you. I grab the soap and begin to lather up your neck and above your breasts. You raise your arms above your head once more and exhibit the most seductive of submissive poses I have ever seen. I continue to run my hands and the suds across your chest, over and under your breasts and up your arms. The soap runs down between us to where we meet. I reach down behind your knees and support you as you interlock your fingers behind my neck. I pull you off the wall and step back toward the shower. The water shoots over my shoulders and pelts the tops of your breasts. I slowly lift you up and I moan as I slide out of you. I lower your legs so that you are standing in front of me. We continue to lather each other up and take great pleasure rubbing our hands and bodies against one another. I apologize for cumming so quickly and you just laugh. You assure me that I have absolutely nothing to apologize for and besides, we are about to be late for our dinner reservations. As I step out of the shower, you tell me that I must leave you in private as you get ready and dressed. You seem to have something up your sleeve, and do not even care to hide it that well. I agree and bring your bags into the bathroom and leave you, closing the door behind me. Sensual Indulgence Ch. 03 I stroll over to the bar and fix myself a drink. I turn away from the bar and get a chance to really survey the room for the first time since we walked in. We really have not had a chance to do much of anything except be completely lost in each other since entering the room. Someone could have been in the corner watching the whole time and we probably would not have noticed. The room is very plush right down to the engraved glasses at the bar and the stone balcony that opens up through double glass doors off the king size bedroom. The bed is made of wood and is very detailed in its crafting. It is a four post style with a flat portion connecting the four posts near the top. On the underside of the wooden flat portion are inlayed mirrors that help reflect the dwindling light from the west over toward the bar where I stand. I walk to the doors to the balcony, open both and walk out. Being on the 41st Floor, the highest in the hotel, makes it easy to feel comfortable in the open and in the nude with such little light left. I walk across the balcony to the stone railing and look out across the city. Everything below is beginning to disappear in a sea of lights. Looking north, you can tell where the city ends and Lake Michigan begins by the line of lights that seem to stretch forever along the shore. There is a warm breeze blowing in off the lake this evening. I look down at all the buildings and the streets below. Everything is so far away. I certainly feel as if no one can see me. I feel very secluded and alone. I turn, walk back inside and close the doors behind me - smiling. Have I got something for you when we get back from the show tonight. I grab the phone and make a call to the front desk. After hanging up with the desk, I pick the black tux up off the floor, where it was tossed when we walked in earlier. I finish getting dressed and turn on some soft lighting around the room. Just then you open the door to the bathroom slightly and tell me to turn off the lights and close the blinds. Not even considering questioning you, I walk around and make the room totally dark. I tell you that I am done and I hear the bathroom door swing open but I can not see you. I stand there anticipating being able to catch a glimpse of movement when I first smell your perfume. Then I feel your breath on the back of my neck. You press your breasts into my back and reach around and pull my ass against your pelvis. Then you run your hands up my chest and pull me to you as you lay your head against my right shoulder and softly kiss my neck. Again I begin to get hard. With one soft breath against my ear you let go of me. I turn to meet you but you have disappeared. I reach out for you but can not find you anywhere. I hear you giggle, obvious to the difficulty that I must be having searching for you. "Why not just turn on a light," I hear you say from across the room. More giggles. I stumble through the room, not even knowing which direction I am going anymore. I begin to rub my hand along the wall to find a switch and bump into a table. Instead, I turn the lamp on that is on the table. I am standing next to the end table beside the bed. I turn toward the center of the room. At first, I can not find you. Then I see you sitting up on the bar with the large mirror behind you. You lean to your left against your left hand and draw your right nylon clad leg up the side of left and then, starting at your right ankle, slowly slide your right leg across the top of your left knee. Once your legs are crossed you seductively raise your right hand and with one finger begin to pull be across the room. I am in shock. You are so incredibly attractive... more so than even I could have imagined. Much more so than I have ever seen in all my life. You are dressed all in black. From the black shiny three inch heels up your sexy legs covered with black hose which disappears under the most erotic little black dress I have ever seen. The dress appears to come to about mid thigh. It is very sheer material; although not quite see through, that follows every curve of your luscious body without fitting tight to your skin. At the top are very dainty straps that run up and over your otherwise bare shoulders. To think that these are the only threads of material that allows the dress to continue to cover your body. The front of the dress is cut square about 2 inches above the swell of your breasts. In the mirror I can see that the back is slightly pleated around the waist and it is cut a little lower, opening to the bottom of your shoulder blades. Around your neck is a black choker that appears to be about one-half inch wide lace material with a single tear drop pearl dangling down approximately one inch. The pearl matches the earrings. Your face is so perfect... I doubt that you are even wearing make up except for the bright amber of your lips that glistens even from the single lights across the room. I am startled, as if waking from a trance and find that I have crossed the entire room and am standing in front of you. My hands are gently running across your legs. The hose feel so sensual... it is almost as if the material was silk. I catch myself standing there staring at your magnificent body. I finally look up and meet your eyes, slightly embarrassed that I have been so captivated by your body. You smile and lean in and kiss me on the lips. Your lips are so full and inviting. I begin to run my left hand farther up your thigh but you reach down and stop me. You whisper in my ear, "There will be plenty of time for everything you could possibly want after the show. We are going to miss our dinner reservations. I am starved and you are going to need the energy for later." If you only knew what I had planned for you. I step back and you lower yourself from the bar and walk to the door. I stand there watching you walk across the room... watching the dress sway from side to side as you move beneath it. There is just enough light in the room to make out the seam running down the back of each of your legs. Everything about you defines beauty and eroticism. Sensual Indulgence Ch. 04 The limousine sits waiting in front of the hotel. We cross the lobby holding hands and continue through the large glass doors to where the chauffeur waits holding the door for us. All eyes are on you, and I never consider doubting that I am the luckiest man alive. I tip the driver as we get in the rear of the limo and she closes the door behind us. Once inside, you sit across from me with your back to the driver. The privacy glass, separating us and the driver, is down and I tell the driver where we wish to go. With the press of a button, the driver raises the dark tinted window and we are alone. The limousine pulls away from the hotel. We have about twenty minutes to share with each other, before we get to the restaurant. I pull a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket on my left and pour two glasses. I hand the first to you and you take it from my hand. Again you cross your legs as you did in the hotel room, but this time left over right. I marvel at how you can make such a simple act so incredibly sexy and inviting. You recognize what this does to me and enjoy that you have the ability to fluster me so easily. I just shake my head, smile and lean back in the seat with my drink. If I spent all night just sitting here looking at you, it would be the best night of my life. We take a moment to catch our breath from all that has happened since we arrived at the airport earlier. We make small talk and sip on the champagne. We giggle and laugh and revel in the fact that we are finally together. We finish the first drink and I pour us both another. Instead of sitting back down, I walk across the floor on my knees to bring you your drink. I hand the glass to you and set mine down on the console to your left. Still on my knees in front of you, I take your left ankle in my left hand and slowly uncross your legs. I move up between your legs and as I do I push your dress farther up on your thighs. I take your glass from your right hand and raise it up and press it against your left cheek. It is very cold. Slowly, I trace the glass down from your cheek along the side of your neck and to your chest, just above the top of your dress. Here I roll the glass from my right to left across your bare skin. The contrast between the cold glass and your warm flesh brings your nipples erect instantly. I smile at the response and lean forward to kiss you as I continue to roll the glass back and forth. Before I can press my lips to yours, you turn your head and place your lips against my left ear and whisper, "If you really want to see something, why don't you give me a glass of ice." As you finish speaking, you flick your tongue along the middle of my ear, and then you continue... "If you REALLY want to that is." A shutter passes through my body and I wonder what kind of show you are going to give me now. Unable to reach the bar from my kneeling position, I back my way out from between your legs. As I begin to turn away from you, I catch a glimpse of bare naked thigh that I have exposed by pushing your dress up. You are wearing stockings with garters. I look up at you at the same time that I realize that my mouth is hanging open. You giggle and pull your dress back to its original position and say, "The ice, please!" Finally, I turn and grab a heavy glass, scoop up a bunch of ice and return it to you. "Why don't you sit back down over there where you were," you say with a smile on your face. Still not sure of what you intend to do, I grin and take my seat across from you. Your gaze drops to my crotch. I am very hard after realizing that you are wearing stockings. It excites me to the extreme. You continue to stare at the bulge in my slacks as you dip your fingers into the glass of ice. Slowly and very deliberately you pull out a large piece and with your right hand, run it along your left jaw. You trace your jaw from your chin to your neck and then down across your chest. Your nipples stiffen again and you say, "Why don't you take it out so I can see it... it looks a little too confined to be comfortable." I look to your eyes but they never move from between my legs. I look around and confirm that all the windows are tinted so that no one can see in, similar to the one separating us from the driver. "You seem a little nervous," you say through an evil little grin. "Maybe a little motivation would help," you whisper and without breaking your stare, your legs slowly spread apart. As your thighs part, again the dress is forced up around your waist. The top of your stockings are very visible. There seems to be two garters attached to each, that I can see, and I suspect another on the back side. You spread your legs a bit further and I can see a small triangle of what seems to be a very sheer fabric covering your labia. In this position, I can tell little else about the extent or style of your panties other than they appear to be black as well. Without further hesitation, I unbutton my slacks and slide the zipper down. The head of my cock has been sticking out the top of the black thong I am wearing since your breath hit the back of my neck in the hotel room. I slowly lower the slacks to just above my knees and your smile widens at the minimal amount of material that remains around my waist. Still without moving your eyes, you release the large piece of ice and it slides down your chest and disappears below the top of your dress, between your breasts. "You do not want me to have to come over there and take that off," you say while pulling out another large piece of ice. Not necessarily agreeing with you, I hook both thumbs under he elastic at my sides and, while raising my ass off the seat, slide the thong down my thighs to where the slacks are. "Among other things, that looks much more comfortable," you say without being able to hide the grin on your face. "Why don't you touch yourself," you whisper and then continue... "I will if you will." Not being able to resist seeing your hands all over your body, I grab my erect cock in my right hand and stare at your gorgeous body as I begin to slowly stroke it up and down. "You remember pouring that ice cold water on me while I was in the shower," you say in a very vengeful voice. I look up and now you are staring me right in the eyes. I have a very bad feeling this is not going to go like I thought, somehow. "That was not very nice." you continue "and you are going to pay for that... you know that don't you?" I try to contain myself but instead I burst out laughing. I know I probably should not be laughing but the image of your face as you came running out of that shower is just too much. I throw my head back still laughing but trying to regain my composure when I feel your hands on my thighs. You take my slacks and thong over my knees and down to my ankles. You spread my knees wide apart, and almost before I realize what you re doing you are kneeling in front of me. You slide your lips around my cock and take almost the entire length into your mouth. Only then do I recognize that the second piece of ice is in your mouth as well. I gasp for breath as your hot tongue and the cold from the ice engulf me. Unconsciously, I begin to straighten my legs and lift myself off the seat but you put your hands on the top of my upper thighs and force me back to a sitting position. I am not laughing any more. My head is about to explode from the sudden turn of events. You slide me deep into your mouth and I feel the tip of my cock brush against the back of your throat. You continue to hold me down with your left hand as your right reaches under and grabs both of my balls and gently tugs them toward the floor. Ever so slowly, and with great suction and pressure, you slide the entire length of me out from between your lips. You look up at me and with a perfectly straight face say, "If you move, I stop. If you struggle, I stop. If you try to touch me or resist in any way I will stop. If you feel at any time that any part of this is too much for you, all you have to do is tell me, but know that at that point every part of what I am doing will stop. Do you wish for me to continue?" The pressure that you continue to place on my balls is pure heaven and although the ice is almost a threatening feeling at times, I do not hesitate to slowly shake my head up and down to indicate that I want nothing more than for you to continue. "Remember what I said," you remind me as you take two more pieces of ice from the glass and suck them through your lips. At that, you remove your right hand from my balls and draw your feet up under your body. You place the glass of ice on the floor directly below where I am sitting. You reach down and take both of my balls in your left hand and pull them down slightly. I tilt my head back and wonder how I will get through this. I should have never laughed at you! With your right hand you slide the foreskin, between the base of my cock and my balls, between your third and fourth fingers. With your right hand in place, you release my balls from your left hand. With your left hand, you pour the rest of your champagne over the ice in the glass and lift the glass up until my balls are submerged in the ice/champagne mixture. You grasp the rim of the glass with the fingertips on your right hand. Now you have complete control of my testicles with the use of a single hand. If I pull against the cold, the restriction of your fingers prevents me from any sort of reprieve. I scream out at the sudden sensation of my balls being plunged into the thirty degree liquid. I do everything I can to restrain myself from moving, and somehow I succeed. With your right hand imprisoning my balls, you straighten your legs so that you are standing as erect as possible inside the limo. I lower my head just in time to see you bend over and take my cock into your mouth again. The freezing cold of the ice mixed with the warmth and wetness of your mouth overcome me. You are causing me so much anxiety and stress and yet I would not begin to have it any other way. On top of it all you are standing, more or less, in front of me with your knees locked, legs spread, bending at the waist to take my cock into your mouth. What a sight! I can see that your dress is riding up high on the back of your thighs and I want so much to reach out and pull the dress on up and over your little ass, but I am afraid that you would consider that as touching you and I do not dare risk this ending. I think if the dress were to work its way past your ass, the whole dress might off over your head because of the position that you have placed your body in. You continue to suck up and down on my cock, replacing the ice in your mouth from time to time. My balls are so numb from the cold that I wonder if I can even cum, and scared of what it might feel like if I do. My head starts to throb. I can not tell if it is from the most incredible blow job I have ever received or from holding my eyes shut so tightly or a combination of both. As I try to relax and open my eyes, I hear the electric sound of the privacy window being lowered. I lean over to see past you and the driver alerts us that we are at the restaurant. I can see the driver's eyes in the rear view mirror and I can tell the instant she recognizes what she is seeing. She has an incredible view. Even I can tell that she must be able to see the bare skin above the tops of your stockings and your legs spread wide. Chances are she is staring directly at the triangle of cloth that covers your swollen lips. She seems to be locked on the view that you are giving her and she seems to enjoy it. You remove your mouth from me long enough to respond to her, telling her that we will be ready in another five minute. With that your left hand grabs the glass from between my legs and sets it back on the floor. Then your left hand disappears back between your legs and you grab my cock with your right hand and push it up flat against my tummy. I see that the chauffeur continues to watch and a sudden look of shock and surprise comes over her eyes. It is torture not being able to see what you are doing with your left hand. At that moment you lean over and take my champagne soaked right testicle into your mouth. At that point I forget about the chauffeur and what she might be seeing and again scream out in a combination of pleasure and surprise at the pressure being placed on such a delicate part of my body. You use your right hand to help trade my right testicle for my left. Such extreme pleasure and the warmth is beginning to seep back into them. As you release the left from your mouth you run your tongue along the underside of my cock until you reach the tip. You place the tip of my cock against your lips and slide it in so just the head is in your mouth. I swear I will cum any second, and sensing that, you grab the head of my cock with your teeth and turn your head so you can see my face. Although I know that you would never hurt me, I tense up at the thought of the situation. You smile and release my cock from your teeth and then your mouth. You raise up to where you are looking me straight in the eyes and with a straight face you say, "Don't you ever fuck with me like you did in the bathroom unless you are willing to pay for it." And then a smile creeps across your face and I know for sure that you are the most incredible woman alive. You grab my face with both hands and shove your tongue as deep into my mouth as possible. I can smell you on your fingers and envy the show the driver must have received. You say, "I would have finished you off but I figure I have to walk into the restaurant with my nipples poking through my dress; you should be a little uncomfortable as well." "Besides," you continue with an evil grin, "I bet I can take care of that later." And with that you turn around putting your knees on your seat and lean through the privacy window and tell the driver that we are ready to get out. As you lean forward, your dress rides up to expose the bottom of your ass cheeks. Even in the dimly lit cabin of the limousine, the contrast is amazing between the black seamed stockings and the pale skin of your upper thighs and ass. Still leaning through the window, you spread your legs slightly and twist you head and shoulders to see me, causing your dress to be pulled even farther up on your ass. You have to realize what is happening with the position of your dress but you obviously do not care. Your ass is completely naked except for the fine line of a g-string that disappears between your cheeks. I am completely captivated by the sight of your perfect body in such an inviting position. You bring me back to reality by saying, "Why don't you put that thing away so that we can get out of here and go eat?" Suddenly realizing that my clothes are still around my ankles, I quickly get dressed again and finish just as the driver opens the door for us. We step out into the warm night air, both slightly thankful that the darkness makes it easier to conceal our aroused states. Again, I tip the driver as we exit and tell her that we will need a lift to the theatre in approximately one hour. "Don't worry," she says with a big smile, "I am not going anywhere." With that, we walk into the restaurant holding hands. Sensual Indulgence Ch. 05 We are directed to the rear of the restaurant, away from the kitchen and entryway. The area is very dimly lit. As we are seated, a small single taper in the center of the table is lit by the hostess. The booth is quite large and semi-circular in shape. You slide in first and move around to the middle of the seat. I move in next to you with you on my right. The seat is padded and the covering is very soft to the touch. Almost a feeling of felt, but softer. The seat back is inclined to allow a more relaxed sitting position, if desired. The table top is made of a deep blue marble that does little to reflect the light of the single flame on its surface. The waitress approaches and asks if we would like to start with drinks. We glance at each other and then you order a bottle of Riesling from the cellars. The waitress turns and leaves to get the wine. As she walks away, she literally disappears into the darkness. There is not enough light to see much past the far edge of the table. We investigate further and realize that we can not see anything really. No other tables or guests. No other lights or movements. The atmosphere of the restaurant demands a softness of voice, so there is very little sound that comes through the darkness. It is like we are completely alone, although we know we are in a room filled with people. I lean over and whisper in your ear, "If we look up, would you expect to see stars?" You reply, "It does feel like we are that isolated and alone, doesn't it?" "Isolated maybe," I say, "but hardly alone." I place my mouth on your full lips. A very gentle but extremely electric kiss as I place my right hand on your left forearm and you lay your right hand against my left cheek. Your touch is so special. You break the spell when you realize the waitress is standing across the table opening the bottle of wine. She pours a small amount into a glass and hands it to you. You taste the wine and with your approval the waitress pours two new glasses from the bottle and places them on the table in front of us. Next, the waitress asks if we would like to see the menu or if we are ready to order. I ask if you mind me ordering for us. Smiling, and with an inquisitive look on your face, you readily agree and I place the order with the waitress. After finishing, I return my gaze to you and you continue to look at me, wondering what I have just done. "Trust me," I say with a big smile on my face. You respond saying, "You know I do." The waitress turns and again disappears into the darkness, not more than five feet beyond the far edge of the table. Again, we seem to be alone, together. The soft glow from the candle is barely enough to illuminate your face and shoulders. Everything below the top of the table is hidden by the shadows and lack of light. Even the outline of your black dress above the table line is difficult to discern from the surrounds. Oddly enough, your lips seem to be the most successful at attracting the light from the flame. I suspect that you have equal difficulty seeing me, being all dressed in black as well. "You trust me?" I pose as a question this time. To which you respond, "Of course I do." "How much do you trust me?" I ask. I continue, "Do you trust me with your secrets, your thoughts, your body, and your life?" "There is nothing I do not trust you with," you say. "Then you are in for quite a night," I reply. And with that, I remove the black silk scarf from the inside pocket of the tux and fold it in half long-ways. I fold it again in the same direction. Again I continue, "Will you do anything I ask of you?" "Anything," you whisper and then giggle. I smile and hand you the scarf saying, "I want you to tie this over your eyes. Do you understand?" "Yes," you reply, again in a whisper. As you finish tying the scarf, the waitress brings the trays of food. She smiles seeing the blindfold covering your eyes. "Shall I set this up for ease of your reach sir?" she asks me. "That would seem appropriate," I respond, exchanging smiles. I turn toward you in the seat. The waitress lights two additional tapers to aid in the identification of the food. The additional light does little to push back the darkness into the restaurant and again the waitress disappears quickly as she leaves us to each other and the food. I turn back to you and whisper in your ear, "I would love to feed you. You must be starving after the day you have had. Will you allow me to do this? And furthermore, is this something that you would like for me to do? Please be completely honest." "Yes," you say. "Yes to both questions." "Good," I continue. "There are a few rules you must follow. First, you must not use your hands to help you eat or drink. You can use them for anything else provided that you ask first. Otherwise, they should be placed on the seat next to you at all times. Next, I want you to be completely comfortable, but I want you facing me. However you want to make that happen is fine with me. If at any point, any part of this makes you uncomfortable you must tell me. Nothing about this is meant or desired to make you feel anything but physically satisfied and aroused. Does this still appeal to you?" "Yes," you say. "Excellent, please face me and make yourself comfortable," I whisper with a smile. You rock onto your left hip and draw both legs up under your ass as you pivot on the seat to face me. You are now sitting, more or less on your left hip and your left calf. You seem to support yourself with your left arm and you place your right hand on the seat at your side. "You listen very well," I comment. You smile as I place my right hand close to your face to verify that you really can not see. I drop my hand and slide the pads of two fingertips across your chest, just above the top of your dress. Your skin is very soft and slightly cool. I remove my hand and raise it to the blindfold. I gently place a finger on the scarf above each of your eyes. You flinch slightly as you feel the pressure on the scarf. I slowly slide the fingers down and off the scarf, along the left side of your nose, down to your lips. I let the fingers drag more heavily across your bottom lip and you open your mouth. Such an inviting gesture. You seem to be poised, waiting for whatever comes next. I run my thumb along your bottom lip, gently back and forth. You continue holding your mouth open and you attempt to draw my thumb into your mouth with each pass. You seem to enjoy this as much as I. Reluctantly, I trace your lip one last time before breaking the contact between us. The waitress has covered over half of the table with a variety of food. There are breads, cheeses, meats, seafood, pastas, fruits and desserts. All cut or fixed into bite size pieces. I grab several green grapes from the trays of fruit. I place one of the grapes against your left cheek. Your mouth opens as you turn your head toward the cool sensation on your skin. The grape rolls under my fingertips until it meets your lips. Smiling, you gently hold the grape between your lips before slowly sucking it into your mouth. I place another on your top lip. You tilt your head backwards and attempt to suck the grape out of my fingers. Since I refuse to let go of the grape, you take it between your teeth and bite it in two. Some of the juices run down your chin. I crush the remaining half of the grape between my fingers while holding it over your lips. More juice runs down your chin. I continue feeding you grapes, strawberries, watermelon, cantaloupe, and kiwi. I position most of the fruit so that you are forced to raise your head slightly, and I generally make you take bites from the fruit regardless of the small portions. This causes even more juices to run down your chin and the position of your head causes the juices to begin to trace its way down your neck as well. The light from the candles reflect off the trail of juices that extends from around your lips to within a few inches of your black choker. I offer you a drink of wine and you slowly and carefully drink from the crystal stem. I place the glass back on the table and place my left hand on your right hip. I lean to you and place my lips on the area where the juices have stopped on your neck. Very gently and even more slowly I suck and kiss and lick my way up your neck, across the underside of your chin, around the curve of your chin, through the indention below your lips, and finally place my lips directly on yours. Without using your hands, you return the kiss with a fire and passion like I have never experienced. It is like I have you tied down and you are straining every muscle in your incredible body trying to kiss me harder and deeper and, at the same time, with more tenderness. You seem very excited and turned on by the entire situation. I place my right hand on your left hip and move my left hand to your left thigh, just below the hem of your dress. We continue to kiss, more gently and deliberately, as I slowly slide my hand across the silky stockings and up under your dress. At the top of your stockings, I hesitate. They feel so good against my skin, and yours. I slip my second and middle fingers over the top of the stockings and between the sheer material and your thigh. Your bare thigh. I do not know which is luckier. The stocking for being on your leg, or your leg for being wrapped in the incredible material of the stocking. I contemplate this for a moment before moving my hand farther up on your thigh, past the stocking. I slide closer to you on the seat and continue tracing the naked flesh of your thigh until my fingers brush against the material of your panties. You remove your mouth from mine and let out a low moan. Without moving your hands you lean past me and whisper in my ear, "I don't know if I care to eat anymore. I need you so bad." I love it when you are so much into wanting me and needing me. "You really need to eat," I tease and continue. "Besides, I thought you would enjoy me feeding you like this." "I am enjoying this," you continue to whisper, "very, very much. I want you to continue to feed me, and touch me. May I change positions so I can be more comfortable?" Reluctantly, I slide my hand out from under your dress and ask you to make yourself more comfortable. You swing your legs out from under you and allow them to slide off the seat and under the table. The lack of light makes it unclear what you are doing but you quickly draw both legs back underneath you and turn to face me. You seem to be sitting directly on both of your calves and your knees. I suspect that you have taken off your heels to make this position easier but find it difficult to understand or believe that this position is any more comfortable than the first. You adjust your position so that your knees are against my right shin, which is lying on the seat between us. I place my hands just above each of your stocking covered knees to verify for myself how you are seated. My assumptions were correct in all aspects except that your knees and legs are parted slightly. As I trace your legs from your knees to your feet, I can tell that your bare ass is sitting on your ankles and your dress spills out around you on the seat. "Please continue what you were doing to me," you seem to beg. Ignoring that we were involved in some passionate kissing and heavy petting before you switched positions, I again resume picking out morsels of food and placing them to your lips. You seem to savor the pieces of bread and the different sauces that I dip them in before presenting them to you. With my left hand, I begin to give you different combinations of cheeses and crackers and breads and meats. With my right hand, I raise the bottom of your dress and quickly slide my hand up along your right inner thigh to the top of your stockings. You take a short quick breath, as if not expecting me to move so quickly and then a smile appears on your lips. I raise the glass of wine to your lips and continue moving my right hand up your bare thigh. Your thigh is very wet. Your panties must be soaked. A tremor passes through your body as my fingertips caress the naked flesh of your thigh. Apparently concerned that the shaking will cause me to pour the wine on you, you ask if you may hold the glass of wine. I agree and you take the glass from me using both hands. You continue to drink slowly from the glass as I move my hand so that I place my index and fourth fingers on either side of your pussy. To my shock and surprise, my fingers rest on bare moist skin. You took your g-string off, as well as your heels, when you were adjusting positions. You must have had your panties on over your garters. You remove the glass from your lips and a large smile spreads across your face. You whisper, "This position is much more comfortable. And you thought you were in control here, didn't you?" Before I can respond, you spread your knees a few inches farther apart, reach out and carefully set the glass on the table and say, "Aren't you going to continue to feed me?" I am completely stunned. I am sitting here with a blindfold on the most beautiful lady in the world. I am giving very erotic physical contact and pleasure to this goddess and yet I am the one sitting here with my mouth hanging open. And you, totally in control. In sort of a trance, and not even realizing that I never responded to you, I reach for more food. As I offer you a small bite of bread covered with a garlic butter sauce and topped with parmesan cheese, I press the middle finger of my right hand between your labia. Your legs are spread just enough to allow access to your beautiful body. You moan very softly as I move my finger from side to side, pressing your lips first against one leg and then the other. As my finger moves back and forth, it gently brushes across the top of your clitoris. You are so wet. It is very erotic watching you eat while watching you enjoy the pleasure that my touch is creating for you. The waitress appears and asks if everything meets with out approval. You get very sober at the sound of her voice. I tell her that everything is very good and knowing that she can not see below the top edge of the table, I slowly slide my finger up inside your warm body. You let out a very soft gasp as the rest of my hand prevents me from entering you farther. "How about you Miss?" the waitress asks as she begins to refill your glass. I cover you labia with the palm of my hand, and begin moving my middle finger in and out of you. You turn your head toward the sound of the waitress and with the most beautiful, normal smile say, "Everything is coming along very well; the food is wonderful." Such composure with respect to expression, voice, and content. "Very well," the waitress says and once again leaves us to each other. "She's gone," I tell you, and immediately your expression drops to one of intense pleasure. I begin to realize that something about you feels different than earlier in the day. I slowly withdraw my finger from your soft, hot inner depths and run my fingers across your labia and up to your tummy. The pads of my fingers contact skin the entire way and never run through the patch of hair that had been there earlier. No wonder you wanted me out of the bathroom. All that remains is bare, naked, soft skin. Again, I look to your face and am greeted with a wide grin. "You like?" you ask. "Of course," I respond, barely able to contain my excitement. I continue, "Do you have any idea what my tongue will feel like snaking across the bare flesh between your legs?" I knowing that you do not know what that will feel like, but hope that your imagination will be sufficient until the opportunity presents itself. As I ask this question, the smile on your face fades into an expression of awe. You are now the one whose mouth is hanging open. Thinking that I have regained control of the situation, you lean towards me and say, "Can I ask you a question?" As you lean forward, I slide my hand back down across your shaven pussy and easily slip my second and middle fingers deep inside you. "You may ask anything of me," I respond. "I'd like to use my hands," you continue. "Of course you may use your hands," I say continuing to move my fingers around inside of you and pressing against you clit with my palm. With that, you gently place your left hand on the back of my neck and pull me in for a very soft sweet kiss. Your right hand finds my left and you open my hand and place something in it. You move your mouth to my left ear and take the ear lobe between your teeth and bite down… hard. When you let go with your teeth, you ever so lightly suck on the lobe and then whisper, "Would you mind holding this for me? I don't think I will need it again tonight." Finally realizing that I am holding your g-string in my hand almost puts me over the edge. Ever since entering the restaurant, or leaving the hotel for that matter, I have been hard. It has been very difficult keeping my hands off of you, obviously. But now I am so hot and hard that it is uncomfortable. I recognize that I have lost any bit of control that I have regained of the situation. I begin to doubt that I ever had any control of the situation. You seem to have had me under your spell the whole time with your mere presence and little revelations. "Oh my God," is all I can manage as a response to your question. "Why don't we finish up and get out of here?" you ask. I lay the g-string in my lap and with my left hand, reach around and untie the blindfold. As the blindfold falls, I slowly ease my fingers out of you. I run both fingers forward between your lips and quickly run them back and forth across your clit several times. You close your eyes and tilt your head back. "I can't wait to get my tongue on that," I whisper to you. You let out a low moan and I slowly remove my hand from between your legs. I continue, "The thought of being out with you tonight, with you wearing what you are, and aren't, is driving me crazy. You know that don't you?" Your eyes lock on mine and you smile saying, "You can't possibly be enjoying this half as much as I am." You lean back and take my right hand in your left. We continue to talk and drink and pick through the food and enjoy looking at one another. The waitress returns to see how things are and to thank us for coming in. She wishes us a good evening and disappears into the darkness. Having arranged payment for the meal in advance, we finish off the bottle of wine and slide out of the booth. I put the g-string in my jacket pocket and marvel at the idea of you walking around without it on. We pass through the restaurant full of people who are apparently oblivious to the experience we have just shared. As we exit the restaurant, we find ourselves in the mild Chicago night air. The chauffeur pulls the limousine up to the doorway and we step out to meet it, hand in hand. Sensual Indulgence Ch. 06 The chauffeur opens the door on the passenger side and I follow you into the rear of the limousine. This time you choose to face the front of the limo. I sit down next to you on the leather bench seat. The door is closed behind us and the driver returns to her seat. The window between us and the front compartment drops once again and I tell the driver that we wish to go to the Chicago Theatre for the 9 o'clock performance. "Very well," she responds and as the glass partition rises, the limousine pulls away from the restaurant. We have a fifteen minute ride back toward the hotel to get to the theatre. Indirect lighting provides a very soft glow throughout the compartment. I turn my body towards you until my left knee brushes against your right thigh. You raise your legs and turn to me, placing the backs of your thighs across the tops of mine. We hold each other and stare into each others eyes. It is so nice to be able to see your eyes again. With my left hand I slide the strap of your dress off your right shoulder. I lower my lips to your bare shoulder, and softly kiss my way across the top of your shoulder towards your neck. You slip your right arm out of the strap and rest your right hand lightly against the base of my neck. You place your left on the back of my head. I place my left hand in the small of your back and my right on your tummy. Minutes pass as I continue to gently place kisses across your shoulder and breathe in the scent of your skin. You smell so good. As my lips touch the base of your neck, you tilt your head backward and close your eyes. I move my left hand up across the back of your dress and lay my hand flat against your back, between your shoulder blades. Your skin is very warm. My right hand slides up and across the front of your dress. Your nipple is very apparent as my hand moves over your left breast. As I continue to press my lips against your neck, I run the pads of my index and third fingers of my right hand from the top of your dress to your left shoulder. Once on your shoulder, I use the same fingers to gently slip the strap off. Still with your head back and your eyes closed, you lower your left hand from my head and slip your arm through the strap. Your dress falls off your upper body and bunches at your waist. Wanting to see you again but not wanting to take my mouth from your body, I begin to explore you with the fingertips of my right hand. You begin to breathe more heavily as my fingers slide off your shoulder and across your upper chest. I continue tracing every inch of your body as my hand moves across your chest, above the swell of your breasts. As my mouth moves up to within an inch of your right ear, you pull back and turn your head to touch your lips to mine. I close my eyes, and we kiss softly, not even bothering to use our tongues. You seem to enjoy my hands on you and also appear completely submissive to my touch. We continue the gentle exploration of each others lips as my hand drifts down across the top of your right breast. The material of your lingerie ends just above your erect nipple. As I run my fingers farther down your torso, I try to imagine what you must have on. Your kisses are so delicate and sweet that I have a very difficult time concentrating on the mental picture of your attire. The feel of the material is not nearly as soft as that of your dress. I follow the outline of your body to where your dress lays and find that whatever it is you are wearing extends down to within an inch of your belly button. I run my hand along the bottom of the article with my first and middle fingers sliding on the material and my last two fingers caressing the naked flesh of your tummy. There are garters attached in the front and sides and again I suspect there is also a set in back. I run my hand across your tummy, back and forth and you gently part my lips with your tongue as if asking for permission. After caressing the skin between your garters, I slowly move my right hand back up the center of your torso to the top of the material. It does not feel as though there are any snaps or clasps or ties along the front, so I assume that the piece of lingerie must open and close from the back. The item is obviously strapless. I move my right hand again, this time to cradle your right breast. My left hand moves slowly down your back until it reaches the top of the material. The item is cut very low in the back, having only a two inch wide band that sits above your lower back. Further probing seems to indicate that there indeed is a clasp in the back and two garters, one over each of your ass cheeks. Our tongues explore each other. Noting hard or fast, just a very tame expression of what we feel for each other. I continue holding you and fondling your breast as you lay your left hand in my lap. You notice that I am already hard as you unzip my slacks. Once inside, you softly run your index finger and thumb up either side of my cock. The silky material of my thong makes it feel almost as if you are trying to tickle me as you slowly move up the length of my shaft. Your fingers feel so warm and good against me. As you reach the top of the material, you realize that the tip of my cock is protruding out from below the waistline of the thong. Your fingers continue up to the end and you lightly smear the drop of pre-cum around on the head of my cock. You are driving me insane. I break my contact with your mouth and concentrate on how your hand feels against me. I drop my head and for the first time get a glimpse of all that you are wearing beneath the dress. Looking down between your breasts, I can see that the tops of your aureoles are exposed by the lingerie. All aspects of your outfit tonight are incredibly erotic. The bustier sees to be held down by your breasts as much or more than it is holding your breasts in place. Your nipples are very firm and easily stand out through the material. Determined not to let you take control of this situation, I gently push you backwards in the seat with my right hand. You seem to understand and lay back as you withdraw your hand from my slacks. As your bare back hits the seat, you raise the index finger and thumb of your left hand to your mouth and greedily suck them into your mouth. "I can't wait to lick the rest of that off of you," you say in your most seductive of voices. Determined not to lose composure and let you know that once again, you have taken control, I smile and move out from under your legs. I take your left foot and place it on the floor and then I take your right ankle and place it over the back of the seat. Once your legs are spread wide in front of me, I get down on my knees and place my arms under your legs and place my hands flat on the sides of your ass. Your body is incredible. Your legs are so perfect. And you seem so willing to do anything for the sake of pleasure; mine and yours. Your labia is swollen from all the attention, and this position parts your lips just enough so that your clitoris is visible. You are visibly excited by the attention I am giving you and the look of awe and amazement that must constantly be on my face. While staring into your eyes, I slowly drop my head toward your labia. Before I can lay my tongue on you, your breasts protrude into my vision and make it impossible to maintain eye contact. I can feel your body tense as my warm breath spills over your pussy and clitoris. I smile and slowly reach out with the tip of my tongue and barely touch the very end of your little nub. Simultaneously, I dig my fingernails into your ass cheeks. You gasp loudly, and I withdraw my tongue and smile again. I pull farther away and begin kissing and flicking my tongue on your left inner thigh just above the top of your stocking. Slowly, I work my way up your thigh until I am licking the area between your leg and labia. With your right hand you reach down and grab your right knee. You pull your right leg up toward your chest until your foot appears from over the top of the seat. Slowly you relax your grip on your knee and your three inch heel digs into the top of the seat. What an incredible sight! You continue holding your right knee, pressing it slightly more toward the rear of the limo than it would have been in a relaxed position. Your left hand moves to your left thigh, between my cheek and your stocking, and presses it slightly outward as well. I glance at the floor and see that the heel of your left shoe is firmly planted into the carpet and that the heel I the only part that is bearing any weight. With my tongue, I concentrate on gently licking and tickling the area next to your pussy. I can taste where I fondled you earlier and spread around your juices. You taste so sweet and good. I place one last big, wet kiss next to your pussy and again, raise my head over your clitoris. I look up to see that your head is thrown back and I would guess that your eyes are tightly closed. You pull back more on your legs and tense your body in anticipation. With a large smile on my face, I breathe warm air across your inviting and obviously wet pussy and continue moving to my left before I press my lips into the flesh in the opposite side. You moan from a combination of pleasure and frustration. You gradually rotate your hips until your ass is off of the seat. I know you are trying to entice me to place my mouth on the soft, naked, recently shaven skin between your legs. I continue to soothe your skin with my tongue and somehow manage to resist taking you between my lips. I enjoy watching you squirm and listening to you moan as I proceed down your right inner thigh, brushing my lips across every square inch of skin between your labia and the top of your stockings. I remove my hands from the sides of your ass as I again move up between your legs. With both hands, I begin to softly caress the backs of your thighs. My fingertips tickle you as they glide across the silky material of your stockings and then onto the bare skin of your upper thighs. Since your feet are solidly planted, your attempts to avoid being tickled results in more movement from your hips and tummy. As you thrust you hips upward to avoid my touch, my tongue presses firmly between your open labia. You gasp, but the tickling makes it impossible for you to hold yourself against my mouth. It is as if you truly can not control your lower body. You alternate between giggles and gasps as I continue to fondle the back of your thighs and meet you clit with my tongue when you push up against my mouth. You attempt to plead with me to stop tickling you but the meaning of your words and gesture are lost in your laughter and pleasure. I continue to tease you with my tongue for the brief periods of time that your body allows contact between us. This goes on for what seems several minutes, until the limousine pulls to a stop. I stop rubbing your gorgeous legs and you realize that we must be at the theatre. You groan in disappointment and your chest rises and falls in sync with your heavy breathing. You look down across your breasts and into my eyes, smile and then let your head and hips fall back to the seat. I remove your right heel from the seat and lower your right leg across my lap. I hold both of my hands up over your body in an offer to help you sit up. You take my hands and pull yourself to a sitting position. I zip up my slacks and as you begin to pull up your dress I say, "If you would have just held still, I think you would have enjoyed that." You freeze in the middle of pulling the right strap over your shoulder and gaze up at me with your mouth hanging open. "I am really going to enjoy doing that more later," I tell you through a huge smile, "but you really are going to have to not move around nearly as much." Still seemingly unable to find the words to respond, you slip the thin straps of your dress onto both shoulders just as the privacy window begins to descend. The chauffeur smiles into the rear view mirror and tells us that we have indeed arrived at the theatre. "You drive too fast," you playfully shout at the chauffeur, all the while glaring at me with an evil little grin on your face. The driver looks at me inquisitively, and I just smile. She raises the glass again. As you finish adjusting your stockings and garters, you tell me, "I'm really going to enjoy you doing that more to me later. I promise I won't move any more than you make me. It makes me so excited to think of you licking me there and tasting me. It makes me feel so good! Promise me that you will touch me there with your tongue again tonight." I get so turned on hearing you talk like this. "I promise," I tell you. "You can count on it." The door to the limousine opens and we quickly exit into the night air. I tip the driver again and as we walk to the doors of the theatre, I wonder what it must feel like to have the night air against the bare exposed skin between your legs. Continued... Sensual Indulgence Ch. 07 As we enter the lobby of the theatre, you excuse yourself to freshen up in the ladies room. I make my way left to the base of the stairs opposite the ladies room. Leaning against the banister, I survey the expanse and detail involved in the grand entryway. The floor is covered with very plush, deep red carpeting. Large granite pillars are set into the walls every twenty feet. Between the pillars are framed posters depicting the rich history of the theatres past performances. Chandeliers hang from points surrounded with mirrors that span from one side of the room to the other. Between each mirrored section is a sculpture that literally protrudes from the ceiling. It almost appears as if the ceiling is melting and forming great pieces of art in the process. The ceiling is twenty feet high, even at the lowest point where the sculptures extend downward. In the mirrors, I catch a glimpse of you emerging from behind the walls across from me. I look across at you and you are scanning the area for me. I take a couple steps up the stairs to get above the people entering the theatre so that you might see me easier. You spot me almost immediately and start across the wide lobby toward where I stand. Along the way, many couples slow and stop to allow you to pass. Obviously, they are courteous but they are just as gracious to take in your beauty, if but only for a few seconds. And beautiful you are. I can not take my eyes off of you as you make your way across the lobby. You seem oblivious to the effect you have on everyone. And once again I have to think to myself just how lucky I am to have such an attractive woman to share this evening with. Lucky for me, everyone else can only see your physical attractiveness. If they knew what a wonderful person you are, I would have to share you with everyone. I want you all to myself. I am selfish that way, you know. As you join me on the stairs, you take an additional step up and lean over to whisper in my ear. "You may have to carry me up the stairs. My legs are still a little weak from the limousine ride." With a shy little grin, you reach down with your left hand and take my right. We both smile and exchange many glances as we slowly proceed to the upper level. We are seated front and center. Our seats are amazingly close to the stage and thus the upper level is very steep to accommodate a clear view for those behind us. The seats are rather large and very comfortable. In front of us is a short railing on top of a low wall. We are able to see over the railing easily, even though the aisle in front of us is fairly wide. We relax into the seats in anticipation of the show. I reach across the arm rest and run the backs of the fingers of my right hand across the top of your left leg, just below your dress. The heat simply radiates from your body. The lights in the theatre dim to nothing to signal the start of the performance. You lay your left hand on top of my right and I realize that nothing in the world could be more perfect. As we wait for the stage lights and the entertainer to appear, you lean against me and place your head on my right shoulder. You whisper, "I apologize for not letting you maintain the control over so many of the situations that we have shared today. I know that was really something that you intended to do for whatever reason." I smile as you talk, thinking to myself that I could not have wished for things to turn out better. You are my dream come true regardless of how our lives or particular situations play out. You continue, "I want you to be in complete control for the rest of the evening. I know my interests and pleasure are always your first consideration and so I want to experience what you will do to me and for me tonight. And to show you how serious I am, I have a little gift for you." With that you reach across your body with your right hand and place something in my left hand. The object, like your body, is very warm. Without being able to see any details, I can tell that it is square, about two inches on a side, and about one half inch thick. On one of the flat sides there seems to be some sort of dial. "What is it?" I ask. With your left hand still on my right, you slowly slide my hand up under your dress and place the pads of my fingers against your soft warm labia. Holding my fingers firmly against your flesh, you lift your head and breathe into my ear. "Turn the dial clockwise, very slowly," you say. The size of the object allows me to do this with just one hand. As I turn the dial, you remove your left hand from my right and press your thigh together, effectively holding my fingers between your legs. Continuing to turn the dial, I feel your body begin to tense up and I wonder what is happening. As I turn the dial even further to the right, I feel a faint trembling against the fingers of my right hand. I gasp out loud. "Why are you breathing hard," you whisper. I am the one with these vibrating spheres inside me. Or did you just figure that out?" I can almost hear the evil grin on your face. Your voice quivers slightly as you continue. "Here's how it works. When the dial is all the way to the left, it is off. All the way to the right and I will not be able to control myself. Honestly. The controller you have will work up to five hundred feet away. You have complete control over the pleasure I receive. You also have complete control over the way I am able to act and behave. Do you understand everything?" I tell you that I do. However, I doubt that I have even begun to grasp the extent to which you have just expanded our sexual intimacy. I turn the dial slowly to the left and your body starts to relax. Your legs fall apart slightly and I remove my hand from under your dress just as the stage lights come up and the performer is announced. You rearrange your dress although there is hardly enough light for anyone to notice that the tops of your stockings were exposed. The performance is very much a Broadway style event with vocals and a stage show presented by the performer and his back-up group. The show itself is highly energetic and the audience often finds itself on its feet in appreciation of the entertainment. However, you and I have to be enjoying the show much more than anyone else in the theatre. As the singer sings about life and love and lost loves, I enjoy my new gift... and so do you. Again, I take your left hand with my right. This way I can touch you and get a rough gauge on just how much I am doing to you as I play with the dial in my left hand. As I turn the dial further to the right, you unconsciously squeeze my hand harder and harder. As the dial is turned back to the left, your hand relaxes. I turn the dial halfway to the right and glance over to watch your reaction. Simultaneously, you close your eyes, lay your head back against the seat, press your thighs together, and crush my right hand with your left. The slight pain in my hand is very appealing considering the cause. Over the next five minutes I slowly rock the dial a little to the left, then right. Your breathing steadily increases and the pressure on my hand decreases. I can see that your hips begin to rock slightly from back to front. And as your lips part and you start to open your mouth, I slowly turn the dial all the way to the left. You lift your head from the seatback and slowly open your eyes. You seem to be in a daze, and I love it. As your breathing begins to diminish, your legs relax and assume a more normal and comfortable position. For the next fifteen minutes or so, we sit holding hands and enjoying the show. You are obviously very tense, never knowing when or if I will choose to turn the dial on the remote. Your apprehension is so great that your hand actually seems to relax a bit as I rotate the dial to a position of one-quarter intensity. An almost undetectable grin appears on your face. You cross your right leg over your left, effectively pressing your upper thighs tight against each other again. You place your right hand over my right, placing my hand between both of yours. And with a small sigh you lean over and lay your head against my right arm. I find that the touch of your hands is an excellent way to tell how excited you are. Throughout the next several numbers performed by the singer, I continue to tease you. I attempt to simulate the energy and intensity of the songs with the position of the dial. So you really get a feel for the songs, so to speak. You seem to enjoy knowing slightly ahead of time which way I will be turning the dial. A few times I sense that you are approaching orgasm, either through the touch of your hands or because you reach up and begin to stroke your left breast through your dress. At these times I reduce the intensity until you are able to come down a little. I want to take you to the edge over and over without allowing you to experience the final release. I am very curious just how well you would be able to hide the fact that you are having an orgasm in the midst of all these people. Or if you would even try to hide it. But more than that curiosity is my desire to make you so excited and so wanting that you practically beg me to make you cum. As intermission approaches, I continue to balance you on the edge between the extremes of stimulation and sexual peak. After what must be at least thirty minutes of having the dial turned past fifty percent, the lights come up and I lowly turn the remote to the off position. As the audience moves about during the break, you and I continue to sit in our seats and talk quietly between ourselves. I tell you how completely unexpected and incredible you have made the evening and how I have never experienced anyone like you. You are everything I have ever dreamed of in a lady, partner and companion. You are the essence of intellect and sensuality. And you have to be the most sexually attractive person I have and will ever meet. You respond by saying, "The show is great and all, but I'm really not into it. I can't wait to get back to the hotel. Why don't we get out of here?" I smile and stand up, holding on to your left hand with my right. I help you out of your seat and as you stand, you drop my hand and slide your left arm behind me around my waist. I slide my right arm behind you and place my right hand just above your right hip. We exit the balcony arm in arm. As we descend the staircase, we are obviously headed against traffic. Still, the crowd makes plenty of room for the gorgeous lady in my arms. There are few people in the lobby and we are able to cross to the front doors with relative ease. Continued... Sensual Indulgence Ch. 08 As we push through the doors and into the night air, the limousine pulls up to meet us. "Wait here. I'll be right back," you tell me. You walk over to the passenger door of the limousine. The window descends and you lean through the opening. I pull the remote from my pocket and very slowly rotate the dial about seventy five percent of the way to the right. As soon as you feel the vibrations beneath your belly, you twist your ankles so that your heels are out and your toes are pointed inward. This allows your thighs to be pressed together as much as possible from your knees to beneath the hem of your dress. I wonder what you are the chauffeur are discussing. I further wonder if you were able or cared to try to hide the sensations from the chauffeur. I am also curious if she is getting a beautiful view down the top of your dress. As you emerge from the limousine, I turn the dial back to off. You return to where I am standing and face me. You place your left hand on my right shoulder and stand up on your toes and whisper in my left ear. "That caught me off guard. That was very nice." With your right hand you open my jacket and run your hand across my chest. "Why don't we just walk back to the hotel? It is only about four blocks." There is no need to try and convince me. I am definitely up for walking with you, out in the warm night air, for all the world to see. I am surprised that you care to walk so far in your heels, but you do it with such grace and apparent lack of effort. You continue, "We could take the limousine but I thought walking might be nice and it would give us each more of a break. I don't know about you, but I plan on wearing you out tonight." I respond with a smile, "Walking sounds great!" We slowly walk down the well lit street, arm in arm again. "What did you have to say to the chauffeur?" I ask. You giggle and say, "I just wanted to let her know that we would probably not need her services for the rest of the evening. I also wanted to let her know how much we appreciated her composure and personality this evening." You giggle and continue, "She wanted to give us her personal pone number. She said she would love to get to know us better. She said she would settle for being or chauffeur or audience anytime as well." You giggle even more. "Why do you keep giggling?" I ask. "Well," you start, "when we were coming out of the theatre I pulled my g-string out of your jacket pocket and when she wasn't looking I laid it on the passenger's seat. It was too dark for her to see anything. I bet she is surprised when she finds it." From the chauffeur's earlier reactions, I would think that it doesn't only surprise her. I bet it excites her as well. You continue, "I told her that I didn't think we were interested tonight. She could probably watch, which I'm sure she would enjoy, but I just want tonight to be all us. I hope you don't mind that I didn't invite her back to the hotel." I assure you that tonight should certainly be us and only us. I have no desire or energy to be with anyone but you, although the thought of seeing you with another woman is certainly appealing and exciting. We continue down the street toward the hotel. "That was really mean you know?" I say with a grin on my face. "That poor chauffeur. Can you imagine what her reaction is going to be when she finds that?" This time we giggle and laugh together, both a little surprised and excited about how bold you had been and about the offer the chauffeur had given you. As we approach the hotel, we are just happy and thankful to have the time to spend together. As we push through the front doors of the hotel, we both notice a streak of lightning far off in the west. It is about 11:30 p.m. We cross the lobby and enter the elevator. As the doors close, I wrap my arms around you and pull you tight against my chest. We ride silently, in each others embrace, for the two minutes it takes to get to the top floor. Continued... Sensual Indulgence Ch. 09 As you walk through the threshold into our room, you gasp. The hotel staff has fulfilled my requests while we were out. There is a single cylindrical candle, about five inches in diameter, burning on each glass top table on either side of the bed. Rose petals cover the comforter in the bed from the head to the foot of the bed. Music plays very softly in the background. The glass double doors that separate the room from the balcony are open, allowing the gentle warm breeze coming off the lake to enter the room. At the foot of the bed is an additional glass table. On it sits a chilled bottle of champagne in ice flanked by two crystal glasses. Also on the table is a candle floating in a small bowl of water. The candle lights a card sitting on the table that reads, "We Hope You Find the Room to Your Liking - Enjoy". As you turn to face me I say, "I hope you find the room to your liking." You tell me that it is perfect. We embrace and press our lips together. It is nice to be back to where we can express ourselves to each other as openly as we want. You lay your head against my chest and we hold each other. We breathe together and discuss how we could possibly be in a more comfortable place and position. We conclude that we can not. A large clap of thunder shakes us from our quite state of mind. You excuse yourself while I pour us each a glass of champagne. I carry the glasses out onto the balcony and place them on the stone railing directly opposite from the doors. It is evident from the lightning that there is quite a storm moving in from the west. As you emerge from the room, you shut off all of the lights. The moon is still visible and I have no trouble seeing you and all your beauty as you step onto the balcony. You continue to wear the black dress, stockings, heels and choker. The uneven inlaid rock floor of the balcony makes it slightly more difficult to walk in heels, but you manage to gracefully cross the balcony and take a seat atop the railing with the glasses of champagne between us. Again, you cross your legs, probably for my benefit as much as yours. The railing is about fifteen inches wide at the top. The top portion of the railing comes to about mid thigh on you when you are standing and is supported by rock pillars that are evenly spaced around the edge of the balcony. You seem very comfortable sitting atop the railing knowing that you are over four hundred feet above the ground below. We drink and talk about us and this evening. We never want any part of it to end. I can not take my eyes or thoughts off of you. Very soon we recognize that we do not always have the ability to share the closeness that we can tonight. I walk over to you and you stand up. I take you in my arms and we kiss passionately but softly. Your nipples harden again from our touch as well as from the soft breeze that has begun to cool from the ensuing storm. I turn you around and we gaze across the lake at the boats that are lit and marvel as the lightning flashes light up the city and turn the lake into diamonds. I gently run my fingertips across the material covering your belly. You reach up with both hands and delicately caress both sides of my neck while guiding my lips down to the back of your neck. You continue to reach up and back and hold my head as I trace you abdomen with my fingers and your neck with my lips. You begin to moan as my hands slide across the slick fabric to your breasts. I gently kneed and message your breasts as another jolt of thunder echoes across the city. You close your eyes and unconsciously begin to rub your ass against me as I attempt to fulfill our physical and emotional desires. Your nipples threaten to poke through your undergarment and dress as I continue to enjoy your body and even more so, your reaction. After about ten minutes of your moaning and rubbing against my crotch, I step back slightly and release your breasts. I reach around and pull the bottom of your dress up to your breasts exposing your ass, shaved pussy, stockings, garters and bustier. Your eyes open suddenly, but only for a moment. You drift back into your state of arousal and I move my body against yours again. Now my hands find themselves across your bare belly and down to your naked labia. With garter straps pressed against my forearms, I gently spread your lips and lightly touch your clitoris. You moan loader and set your feet wider apart. With my arms essentially around your waist, you lean forward and place your hands on top of the railing. Such an erotic position... legs spread, dressed to die for, leaning forward so that your back is almost in a horizontal position. I continue to tease you with my left hand and with my right hand I reach forward under your dress until I encounter your breasts again. The position causes me to press even harder against you with my pelvis. Again thunder shakes us as the storm appears to get even closer. You are breathing very heavily and it is apparent that my touch has brought you to the absolute edge of orgasm. Stroking my fingers between your lips and brushing your erect nipples holds you on the edge for many minutes. I carefully step around your outstretched legs to where I am standing to your right side. My hands never leave your body as I move to your side. Once I am standing next to you, I bend down and begin placing kisses up the center of your back starting just above your ass. As my lips slowly brush across your bare back, I remove my left arm from around your waist and place my hand on your ass just below where the kisses started. As my face and right arm continue to push your dress farther and farther up, exposing more of your perfect body, my left hand caresses your ass and across your swollen lips once again. Your breasts spill out from your lingerie as my fingers circle the wet opening of your pussy. As I continue to pleasure your body, you twist your body leaving only your left hand on the railing and begin to remove my clothing with your right. This action causes me to remove my lips from your back, but provides a spectacular view of the front of your body. With great effort you remove the jacket, tie and shirt. You moan your displeasure when I must take my hands from your body. I kick off my shoes as my hands continue to explore you. Slowly, I rub my thumb between your lips and across the opening of your pussy. As you remove the rest of my clothing, I gently bury my thumb into you. With my thumb inside of you, my index finger circles your clitoris causing jolts of pleasure to pulse throughout your body. I move my thumb in and out of you as the attention to your clitoris increases. Suddenly you are screaming that you are cumming. Your body shakes uncontrollably as your vagina spasms around my thumb. I continue to maintain contact with your clit and breasts as you ride through the climax. You do a poor job of attempting to muffle your verbal expression of pleasure, although I am sure no one can hear you anyway. As you catch your breath, you drop to your knees and guide me around to sit in front of you on the railing. You gaze up into my eyes with a look of exhausted bliss on your face. Still trying to regain some composure you say, "That was incredible. Now it is my turn." Slowly you place your hands just below my hips and stand up. Your dress falls back into place as you turn to walk back toward the room. You stop at the doorway and close both glass doors before turning around and walking back. This time the trip is not quite as graceful in heels but you manage quite well. You kneel down in front of me again and immediately take me into your warm wet mouth. As you move down the shaft, you place both arms around me and lay your hands flat against the small of my back. Your hands are very warm, creating a greater contrast as the evening goes on with the cool breeze coming in from the lake. More thunder. After what seems only a few minutes of attention from your mouth, you withdraw completely and again stand up. I am very hard and have never been more excited by anything in my entire life as I am by your presence. You take two steps backwards, smile and while crossing your arms in front of you, reach down and grab the bottom of your dress. In a painfully leisurely pace, you expose yourself to me inch by inch until you are holding the dress in both hands with your arms extended over your head. You let the dress fall to the floor behind you. After carefully tracing the curves of your body with your hands and adjusting the remaining articles of clothing, you again close the gap between us and ask, "So what do you think? Does this fulfill any fantasies? What could I do to make this better for you? I will do it you know. I will do anything for you." As you speak, you lean in closer and closer until the last words are no more that a whisper in my ear that sends chills up my spine. Not waiting for a response, you again turn and walk back to where your dress is laying on the balcony floor. Always maintaining eye contact, you bend at the waist and pick it up while running the fingertips of your left hand slowly up the back of your left leg from ankle to ass. As you walk towards me giggling, you toss the dress over the side of the balcony saying, "I would hope neither of us have the desire or energy to need that much clothing again tonight." A little shocked at the action, I stare at you and then we both lean over the edge and watch the dress float down and disappear into the darkness. Standing again you say, "So do you like?" I am in absolute shock. Never have I seen such a stunning display of beauty in all my life. "It is amazing what your body does for that lingerie," I say. "I know that I have never been so stunned by something so beautiful and erotic as I am right now." Smiling, you step between my legs and pull me to you so that my face lies against the bare skin below your bustier. Your body is producing so much heat. I wrap my arms around you and cup the cheeks of your ass with my hands. "Tell me something," you begin. "Did you like the limo ride to the restaurant?" Knowing that you must have that evil little grin on your face I say, "I am pretty sure you know how much I liked that. It is difficult to imagine how it could have been any better. However, I recall you mentioning that you would finish that later." Smiling, I lean back to see your face and confirm that you can not hide smiling yourself. You look down at me and say, "Would you like that?" Without waiting for a response, you step back and drop to your knees and again take me deep within your warm mouth. You lick and suck on me for what seems only seconds before you raise your head and say, "Would you be terribly disappointed if I still did not finish, at least not that way?" "What do you have in mind?" I ask with a grin. Again you stand up and turn around. You reach back between your legs and grab my cock and bend your knees so that you can slide me back and forth between your labia. Then with one continuous movement, you sit down onto my lap, burying me deep within your belly. We both gasp as our bodies become one. Lighting and thunder... closer this time. You lean forward and begin to rock your hips forward and back to maximize the movement of me while I remain inside of you. After a few minutes of this you lean back against my chest. I place my hands onto your bare belly and interlock my fingers. You lean forward against my hands and lift both of your feet off the balcony floor, placing all of your weight on my lap. I could not possibly be deeper inside of you. With your legs raised, you reach down to your side and push my legs together and spread yours so that they are now on the outside. You lower your legs so that your heels are again on the floor. I pull you back against me and whisper into your ear, "You want to see the most incredibly erotic sight ever? Look at the doors." You look across the balcony to the doors and quickly realize that the reflection of the moon has transformed the double glass doors into mirrors against the dark room beyond. "Oh my," you say. "I like that a lot," you continue as you move you hands across your body as if to confirm that the reflection is real. Breathing into your ear I say, "Actually, I know how to make it better." "Please show me," you say. I reach down and detach the garters from your stockings. Then my fingers glide over the soft flesh of your belly, up and across your bustier to between your breasts where a black lace ribbon is tied into a small bow. I untie the bow and slowly begin to unlace the front of the bustier. Your breasts press against the garment and force the ribbon lose more quickly than I can do it with my fingers. As I pull the last of the ribbon from the bottom of the bustier, your breasts spill forward into the cool night air. I moan as I see your nipples harden in the reflection of the doors. You are now naked except for the choker, stockings and heels. I toss the lingerie aside and say, "See, it just got better." I reach up and cradle each naked breast for the first time since we left the hotel earlier. Watching our movement in the reflection of the door is like watching a video of us while experiencing the physical sensations. It is very erotic. As my hands caress your breasts, you lean forward again but this time you place your hands against my knees and press my legs together. Slowly you draw yourself up from my lap until I am completely outside of you. Equally as slowly, you sink back down until I am completely inside of you. You repeat this movement, each time coming a little closer to leaving me inside of you until you are sliding up and down on me without complete separation. I look over your shoulder at the door and see you staring directly into my eyes. Deliberately, you run your tongue across your upper lip. Your breasts bounce slightly when I can enter you no farther and you begin to move back up the length of me. You close your eyes and moan as you slide me in and out of your warm and wet pussy. One at a time, you move your hands from my knees to yours. In the reflection I can see my cock disappear into the depths of your body as you continue to raise and lower yourself onto me. Within seconds of this sight and the contact that you are initiating, I begin to feel the pressure building to climax. I remove my hands from your breasts and pull you back against me by your shoulders. "You have to stop," I whisper, "or I am going to cum." You do not seem too concerned if you push me over the edge, but you respect my desires to make it last longer. You slow down considerably but you refuse to lessen the pressure and pleasure that we are each enjoying. As you continue to rise and fall on my cock, you place your left hand around the back of my neck and tilt your head backwards so that your left cheek rubs against my right. You close your eyes and begin to softly kiss the side of my face as your right hand moves across your breasts. My fingers move along the tops of your legs and stockings until they reach your knees. I press your legs slightly farther apart before tracing my hands along the silk stockings covering your inner thighs. As I cross the tops of the stockings you begin to moan and breathe more heavily. You lightly flick your tongue across my cheek as I caress the bare exposed flesh of our upper thighs. In the doors I see lightning flash and strike the lake, miles behind us. You lean back farther and place your lips against my right ear and whisper, "You feel so natural inside of me. You fill me up so good. The only thing that would compare to feeling this way always is to have you cum deep inside of me." I slide my hand up and part your labia as you take a breast in each of your hands. You continue to move up and down on me and moan as my fingers flicker across your clitoris. I take one last look into the doors and resolve that I am not going to be able to hold back any longer. As you arrive at the bottom of your movement, I explode inside of you. With your right arm, you cradle your right breast at your elbow while caressing your left breasted your hand. Your left hand moves down between us and grabs and lightly squeezes my balls. The pressure and sensation is so incredible that I scream out in ecstasy and immense delight that only pain within my testicles could produce. You continue to massage your breast and my balls through what is an almost endless vocal expression of the pleasure that you have caused. While I am cumming, my fingers lose all contact with your clitoris. When I stop screaming, I realize that I have wrapped my arms around you and am holding you tight against me. As I look over your shoulder and into the doors, I see that you have moved your hand from my balls and replaced my fingers between your legs. You continue to whisper in my ear, "I could feel every drop of that pounding into me. I just want to sit here and feel you deep inside." You take my right hand with your left and place in on your clitoris and continue, "You promised earlier that you would touch me there again tonight with your tongue." You take my other hand and place it on your left breast while your right hand continues to gently massage and pull on the nipple of your right breast. You lay your left hand on top of mine and moan into my ear and whisper, "I want your mouth on me there. I want to feel your tongue against me. I will do anything for you. Anything. Please make me cum with your mouth." My cock remains hard inside you as you state your desires. I turn and place my mouth against your earlobe and breathe against your ear and neck. You shiver and goose bumps appear on the swells of your breasts as I speak very softly into your ear, "You have done everything for me. The only way I would not place my tongue against you is if you did not want me to. You did not have to ask once. I love that as much as being deep inside of you. Nothing causes me more pleasure than knowing that I am driving you crazy. You may actually have to ask me to stop, because I know I will not want to. To be honest, I have fantasized about doing that to you out here ever since I saw the balcony. I only hope you enjoy it half as much as I know I will." I take your earlobe between my lips and your nipple stiffens beneath my fingers. "How do you want me?" you ask. "With the tip of my tongue dancing across your clitoris," I respond. You moan and I continue, "I want you facing the lake, bent over with your hands on the railing. I want your legs spread as wide as is comfortable. And I want you to keep your hands off of yourself... believe it or not. I intend to have you cumming so hard that you practically pass out. Kind of like you just did to me. And I want it to be all my fault." Very slowly you rise off my lap until my cock is completely exposed in the cool air. Again thunder claps as lightning lights up the lake. We can smell the rain coming. You turn around and take one step backwards. While maintaining eye contact, you spread your legs about three feet apart and lean forward laying the palms of your hands on either side of me, against the top of the railing. This position in conjunction with the height of your heels places your ass in the air just below the height of your shoulders when your arms are fully extended. You lean forward a little more and kiss me full on the lips. You pull apart from our contact and lean past my face and giggle as you whisper in my left ear, "So is this the correct position? It is starting to get cool out here. I think I am going to need you to warm me up a little." "The position is exactly correct," I reply "and actually much better than I ever dreamed." I lift both hands and cup your breasts that hang down from your body. Your skin is really starting to cool off, but the heat from your tongue continues to burn strong as it slides between my lips. I open my mouth and allow your tongue to explore me deeply. You begin to moan as my hands continue to slide over the flesh of your breasts. Goose bumps again cover your body. You remove your mouth from mine by first sucking my tongue into your mouth and sliding it in and out. Sensual Indulgence Ch. 10 I cross the room and lie you down diagonally on the bed. At the foot of the bed, next to the champagne bottle, I turn a lamp on to its lowest setting. The rose petals that cover the comforter leave faint crimson prints on you where they contact your wet skin. In your mixed state of relaxation and exhaustion, you seem at complete peace lying naked on top of the bed. I leave you momentarily to get some towels from the bathroom. As I return, I dry myself off. You continue to lay on your back with your legs together and your arms extended as far above your head as possible. The shadows from the dim light play across your body and cast a distorted silhouette on the comforter toward the headboard. The reflection in the mirrors above the bed is a much truer representation of your beauty. As I look up at you in the mirror, your gaze locks on me and you slowly bend your right knee and slide your right leg up against your left. Then equally as slowly you lower your right leg back to the bed and slide your left leg up the side of your right. It must feel nice, possible erotic, to have your rain soaked inner thighs rubbing against each other. Your breasts are stretched slightly toward your shoulders due to your arms being extended above your head. Your nipples are still hard from the wet and cool conditions. You close your eyes and continue to rub your legs back and forth. With a slight smile and your arms extended above your head, you cross your arms at the wrists and say, "Sometime you will have to tie me up in this position and do with me what you will. Can you imagine my hands up here tied to the headboard? How is your imagination?" As you speak of the fantasy, you slowly draw both of your feet up so that they are flat against the bed next to your ass. You spread your legs apart at the knees as you lift your ass a few inches off the comforter. You continue, "That probably is not something that you care to do is it? You probably do not care to have complete control over our pleasure or what you can do to me or the pleasure that I receive from you, do you? You probably do not have the desire to do absolutely anything to me... for me... or with me that is completely out of my power. You probably do not want to have me tied to the bed, or standing for that matter, completely naked or dressed any way that you might choose, and at the same time be open to your every desire. I should not have even brought it up," you conclude with an evil grin across your face that indicates complete satisfaction in yourself. A slight giggle even escapes through your lips although you fight to hold it back. Without saying a word, I move around to the side of the bed opposite from the bathroom and sit down so that I am looking up between your knees to where your eyes are closed and your smile remains constant. I reach out and wrap my left hand around the heel of your left foot and slowly pull it toward me. With your leg fully extended again, I lay your foot in my lap on top of a plush burgundy towel. With a second towel, I take great care to insure that I dry every inch of skin on your foot before moving up your bare leg to your knee. I then lay the towel aside on the bed and begin a deep and deliberate message starting with the bottom of your foot. I concentrate on this area for several minutes before working my way over the sides of your foot and around to your calf. At this point I raise your left knee off the bed, placing it into a ninety degree angle and I move farther up on the bed so that I am sitting between your legs. With your left leg raised, I work my fingers and the palm of my hand deep into the muscles of your calf. You moan your approval through parted lips. The sound that comes from you, although similar, is far from the expressions associated with the passion and more sexual stimulation that we shared earlier. I continue to work out any potential tension and tightness in your calf. I divert my gaze momentarily to your face and notice that your eyes are still closed but that there is no identifiable smile on your face anymore. However, it is obvious from your breathing and your body language that you are very comfortable and welcoming regarding the placement and actions of my hands. After I have thoroughly messaged and caressed your calf, I take the towel and dry the upper portions of your left leg. I take extra care to avoid any contact with your labia. Again I move closer to you, between your legs and turn so that I am directly facing you. I place one hand under your left foot and the other on the back of you calf and raise your leg so that your ankle rests on my right shoulder. This position allows the perfect direct access to message the back of your leg. I spend a minimum of five minutes working on the area between your ass and your knee. I tend to lose track of how long I have been working on your muscles because I am in a daze over how magnificent your body is. Once I am done with this area, I gently lower your left leg back to the comforter and reverse the entire process on your right leg, starting with the thigh and upper leg. Once both legs are completely done and totally relaxed, I position them so that they are fully extended and your feet are three feet apart. At this point I reposition myself again so that my legs are underneath my body and I am sitting on my ankles. Again, I am facing you and my knees are close enough to your labia to feel the warmth radiating from your skin. With the towel I dry the front and side of our hips again being very careful to avoid touching the full lips of your labia that are still soaked from the rain. Simultaneously, I begin to message each of your thighs beginning at the knees. You unconsciously roll your knees slightly to the outside to allow me easier access and more contact with your inner thighs as my hands move up between your legs. I focus the attention on the area immediately surrounding your labia without touching you there. Your moans and breathing are evidence that you enjoy the attention. I continue stroking and caressing your bare flesh until I detect a bit of impatience in your tone. With that I direct my touch to the area between your pussy and your hips and gradually work out and down the sides of your hips. I recognize that this is not what you probably prefer as a response to your growing state of arousal. However, within moments you seem to be fully relaxed and at ease once again. From your hips, I move downward and press my knuckles firmly into the exposed sides of your ass. Using small circular movements, I drag them repeatedly across your ass and down the outside of your legs to your knees and back up to your hips. After several minute of this I place my fingertips against the inside of your legs and slowly slide them up so that they are almost touching your lips and then allow them to glide across your flesh back to your knees. I repeat this several times until your knees begin to jerk each time the ends of my fingers approach your bare pussy. When my fingers reach your knees the last time, I place my palms on top of your knees and press them into the bed. I lean over and exhale my warm breath across your naked, wet, shaved labia. You gasp and immediately lower your arms from above your head. You prop yourself up on your elbows and look into my eyes. Your breathing has turned very shallow in seconds. I rise up to my former position and then lean over and place a hand on top of either of yours. I lean in and place my lips against your left ear lobe and say, "It seems as though you have been enjoying yourself. I assure you that I am not trying to torture you... much. I want you to lie back and luxuriate in my touch. Surely you are as exhausted as I am. I want to make it so that you can relax and take pleasure in what I am doing to you. I want you to delight in having my hands on you half as much as I enjoy touching you. Just lay back and take it all in. Everything I do will be pleasurable and meant to relax and sooth your body and mind. You can trust me." I pull back just enough to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You catch my gaze and whisper, "Please do not stop touching me. Your hands feel so good on my body. I want them all over me. I want you to touch me everywhere and do everything to me. Promise me that you will." I smile and again kiss you full on the lips. Your tongue pushes between my lips and into my mouth where we lick and fondle each other. "Consider it done," I tell you when we finally break contact between our mouths. With that, I release your hands and you again lay back. You take a breast into each hand and roll your nipples between your thumb and third fingers before stretching your arms straight above your head again. You close your eyes and wait for me to continue. I sit back on my ankles and pick up the towel once again and lay it out flat across your tummy. The towel covers the area from just above where your public hairline used to be too just below your breasts. Similarly, I make great effort to avoid actual contact with any portion of your breasts with either the towel or my body. With firm but slow strokes, I run my hand across the surface of the towel, effectively drying off the area of your body between your hips and your breasts. Leaving the towel in place, I lean over and place my lips against the towel and breathe warm air through the towel and onto your skin. I repeat this for several minutes in different locations on the towel while I stroke the sides and front of your hips with my hands. Once your torso is warm from my breath, I slide my hands under the towel and begin to message your belly, sides, and the area beneath your breasts. Slowly the towel is discarded and the warmth that you had experienced from my mouth is replaced by the gentle but firm strokes of my palms and finger tips as they move across your exposed skin. As I draw my hands down across your torso, your breasts become even longer from top to bottom and more narrow from side to side as my pull stretches them even more than having your arms extended above your head. It is erotic watching your breasts take on different shapes as I continue to run my hands over your gorgeous body. Other than an occasional moan from you, you seem completely relaxed. Everything seems extremely natural to me and I hope it does to you as well. I wonder if my hands are actually pushing your body and mind toward sleep. I know I will never sleep better than when you are as near to me physically and emotionally as we have grown to be. I ease myself backwards off of the comforter and walk around the bed so that I am standing above your head. Again, I look up into the mirror and marvel at how beautiful and perfect you are. I reach down and reposition your arms so that they are laying on the comforter straight out from your body. I crawl up onto the bed and again assume a kneeling position, this time directly above your head. I reach over your body with both hands and place my palms, fingers pointed inward, on your chest just below your breasts. With a soft touch that almost tickles your skin I slide my hands around the base of your breasts. As my hands glide upward along your sides, my thumbs press your breasts together. They fall back to their original position once my hands continue past your breasts. I grab the towel from the bed near your waist and finish drying the exposed parts of your body, while continuing to exclude your breasts and labia. Once the rain water has been removed from your arms, neck, face, and upper chest, I toss the towel aside and lay the fingers of my hands back along your sides with my thumbs on top of your chest where the tops of your breasts begin. I press my thumbs deep into the muscles that generally support your breasts and work out all the tension that is present. I message the entire area from your breasts to your neck with my thumbs and then repeat the action using the palms of my hands to provide more friction and a greater area of skin to skin contact. This movement causes your breasts to sway slightly as my hands work their way over the area. From your chest, my hands move around to the base of your neck and message your shoulder muscles as well as those that extend up the back of your neck. I continue upward and run the pads of my fingertips over every portion of your scalp and around to caress each tiny muscle in your face. My thumbs press firmly into your temples while tracing out circles that tend to relieve all sources of anxiety and stress from your body. As I caress your face, I take great pleasure at being in the presence of such a wonderfully erotic and utterly perfect woman. Gazing at your nakedness as my fingers continue to touch you is more gratifying than anything I have ever experienced prior to knowing you. My thumbs gradually move down the sides of your face and the contact becomes softer and softer until I am no longer in physical contact with your body. Over the past thirty minutes, it appears that I have succeeded in transforming you from a woman capable of enjoying the most exquisite forms of sensual indulgence, to the most calm and tranquil vision that I have ever witnessed. The only indication that you are still among the living is your breathing and the corresponding slow subtle repetitiveness of the rise and fall of your breasts. Again, I ease myself away from you and off of the bed. I retrace my previous steps and stand at your feet and stare at your beauty. Very carefully and quietly, I crawl onto the bed and position my lips against your naked skin immediately above your labia. You stay silent and submissive. Most of the rainwater that I had left on your breasts and between your legs has evaporated due to the heat that your body continues to produce. However, small beads of water continue to cling to your skin in these areas. I move farther down and place my tongue against your pussy. As I slowly and softly draw the droplets of water off of your skin and into my mouth, your breathing increases slightly in depth and frequency. Your body remains motionless. The soft light from the lamp at the foot of the bed is sufficient to allow me to detect the slow stiffening of your nipples as my tongue continues to caress the bare puffy flesh of your pussy. Once all the water is removed from your labia, I adjust my position by putting my knees together and moving them up between your legs so that they are practically touching your inner thighs. From this sitting position I lean over and place my hands against the comforter near your elbows and gently suck your left nipple between my lips. A barely audible moan escapes from you. I remove all the water from your left breast with my tongue before repeating the actions on your right. Your nipples are very firm against my tongue. When all the water is gone, and me still on my knees, I move down your belly and lay my right cheek against your warm exposed belly. I lay my forearms against the sides of your hips and place my hands alongside your waist. You reach down with both hands and stroke my head and hold me against your body. In the softest of voices I hear you say, "That was so nice. I love you so much. I want to share tomorrow with you. And the next day. And the one after that. And every day until the end of time." With that I crawl up next to you and you roll over onto your left side and place your right hand against my upper chest. You pull yourself to me and kiss me softly on the lips before laying your head down against my chest just below my right shoulder. I place my arms around you and you bend your right leg at the knee and slide it across the upper portion of my right leg. Your body is very warm against mine. Your tummy rests against my right hip and your left breast presses into my right side. Your right breast lies against my bare chest. Nothing in the whole world could be as perfect as you and I. Being at complete peace, we quickly fade into sleep.