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   Finally it was here, the night of the Perfect Date.  I had been working
behind the scenes for about two weeks trying to get things setup and the
night of nights was finally here.  It was a warm spring night, the sky was
clear and the stars were shinning bright overhead.  I couldn't imagine a
more beautiful night if I tried.

   Leaving my house to drive to yours, I could feel the anticipation
building within me.  I wanted this to be a special night for you, for us.
One that we could both look back on in the years to come and smile with
happiness and rekindle the feelings we shared on this night of nights.  I
wanted it to be one memory in a string of memories such that if you were to
bring them all together and show them to someone, they'd say, wow, those
two knew how to live.  Those two knew how to eat at the table of life and
partake of all its joys and pleasures.

   I was dressed in my black tuxedo, cummerbund and all.  Custom made
shirt, French cuffs, cufflinks, and shiny shoes.  I wanted to look my best
for you.  I walked to the Limousine I had rented for the night to take us
on our tour of the city.  Stepping up the car and the open door, I stepped
in and sat down and away we went, the night was finally under way.

   Driving along the roads, looking out the windows as the city streets
passed by.  Dreaming of how the night was going to go, all the little
surprises I had in store for you.  Finally we were there and again the door
was opened, and I stepped out, flowers in hand.  Thought I had forgotten
those didn't you?  No, I had them waiting in the car.

   Walking up to the door you had put a note on the door telling me to come
on in, that you had a few more things to do to get ready.  I smiled in
anticipation, opened the door and walked in.  Looking around your house I
saw a tastefully decorated place.  Little things placed here and there,
each telling a little story about you, who you are, where you had come
from, what made you you.

   I smiled secretly to myself at the thought of what the night will bring
for us.  I wait patiently at the bottom of the stairs, pacing a little, but
content to wait.  And when you make your appearance at the top of the
stairs, the wait was well worth it.  Looking up at you from below only
serves to make it seem as if you are as tall as I.  Your slim body, one
knee bent as you stand there confidently.  Your shoulder length red hair
holding a face like an angel's in its tender grasp.  Your brown eyes, so
deep, so warm, looking at me as no one has ever looked at me before.

   You're wearing a stylish black spaghetti strap backless evening dress,
daring yet classy, sexy but not brazen, short but not to short.  As you
walk down the steps, smiling into my eyes, I can't help but admire the way
your thigh muscles bunch and relax, the way the light plays off them.  I
love the way your hips sway back and forth and your breasts bounce jauntily
and it's obvious that you aren't wearing a bra, and that you don't need
one. I am also fortunate enough to catch a glimpse along your scrumptious
thighs and my mouth begins to water.

   You finish walking down the stairs, our eyes never having left the
others and stand at the bottom and give a little twirl, "What do you
think?" as you look up at me from downcast eyes, peeking at me from under
your eyelids as you had the first time we met.

   "You look stunning Gail, the belle of the ball." I say as I take a step
closer and pull the bouquet of flowers from behind me, a dozen red roses,
and give them to you.  "I'd be most honored My Lady if you'd be so gracious
as to be my date for the evening?" I ask as I take your hand in mine and
bow over it, kissing the back gently.

   "I had every intention of being so my gallant Sir," you reply impishly.
"And I do hope your intentions are honorable?"

   "Oh have no fear my Lady, I fully intend to honor every inch of you
tonight."

   Laughing gaily, "Oh I like the sound of that!  Why go out at all, why
not just go upstairs?" you ask as you turn and lift a foot onto the first
stair.

   "Oh no you don't!" I cry as I grab your waist and pull you against me. I
lean forward and kiss your neck, smelling your heavenly perfume, my hands
on your tummy, rubbing in circles.

   "MmmM you smell delicious sweety, maybe we should just go upstairs," I
add as I lick along your neck, sending a little shiver through both of us,
teasing you.

   "Oh no you don't!" You're not getting off that easy buster.  You
promised me a romantic date and I intend to hold you to your word." You say
with some force as you turn around in my arms and see the devilish twinkle
in my eye.  "Oh you!" you add with a little thump to my shoulder, "you're
so bad!"

   "I know, and you love it so shush," I add as I lean forward and kiss you
lightly, the first kiss of the night, one to be remembered on this night of
nights.  Then a little deeper, the mere feel of you against me igniting the
fires of passion.  I pull back a little and rest my forehead against yours
and look into your eyes.

   "Have I told you yet today how beautiful you are?" I ask as I kiss your
eyes.

   "No," you whisper.

   "Have I told you how for me, the sun rises in your eyes?" I ask as I
kiss your nose.

   "No," you whisper again.

   I pull you close into an embrace, the dream of my heart made real...just
feeling you.  I swallow and say, `Come, let's get going, I've got a
Limousine waiting out front."

   "You what?" you say as you pull back excitedly.

   "Shhhhhh, it's a secret, the authorities will hear." I add mischievously
as I touch a finger to your lips.  Reaching for your hand, I draw you to me
and turn to the door and open it for you then lock it behind us.  At the
curb awaits a black stretch Limousine, the chauffeur waiting with an open
door.  Watching as your skirt rides up your thigh as you move to step into
the car takes my breath away and sends a surge of passion through me.

   I slide into the car beside you and sit next to you, pulling you against
me and wrapping you in my arms.  I rub my hand up and down you arm as I
feel the length of your body pressed against mine, touching at shoulder,
sides, hips and thighs.

   "Where are we off to?" you ask.

   I smile to myself, happy that the night has finally started.  "Well,
first we are off to a concert at the Kennedy Center, Yo Yo Mah is playing
tonight and I thought some Cello music would be a good start."

   With that you smile and lean your head against my shoulder, holding my
arm with your hands.  I lean my head against the top of yours as I let my
other hand fall to your thigh and caress your knee.  I can feel your smile
against my shoulder as you feel my hand caressing you.  You own hand falls
to my thigh and rubs back and forth.  I smile in turn as I kiss the top of
your head.

   It takes about 40 minutes to drive to Kennedy from your place and we
make out in the back of the Limo the whole way, teasing and kissing and
caressing.  Though some few weeks had passed since first we made love,
still I can't stop marveling at the fact that you are finally beside me,
that I can reach out and touch you after so long being only able to dream
of touching you.

   "Would you care for a glass of wine Gail?" I asked.

   Smiling you answered, "Sounds wonderful, white please."

   Pouring a glass of wine, I hand it to you, our fingers brushing lightly
together and a little jolt of pleasure racing through our bodies.  Pouring
one for myself, I sit back and take a sip, then turn to you and let my lips
brush against your, and open my lips and let my tongue pressing into your
waiting mouth.  As we kiss, I let the sip of wine pass over to you and we
pass it back and forth as our tongue swirl and dance together.

   As we kissed, I let my hand slide up and over your hips and along your
sides then up and over the firm swell of your breasts.  Softly tracing the
gentle curves, fingertips barely touching and even so, I can feel your
nipples swell in response beneath the silky material of your dress. 
Sighing deeply as we kiss, pulling back for another sip of wine, our eyes
locked together with a mixture of passion, desire and longing.

   Leaning forward again to kiss you, again our tongue mingle and play
together my hand returning, this time to your other breast.  Do you have
any idea I wonder at the pleasure I get just from touching you, from the
warmth of you so near?  Do you know how sometimes I will lay awake at night
and look down at you as you sleep, so peaceful and serene?  How I like to
lightly run my finger tips over your sleeping form, not enough to wake you,
just so I can feel the soft silky warmth of your skin?  Do you have any
idea how beautiful you are to me?  I don't know what other people see when
they look at you, I just know that for me, the sun rises in your eyes.  And
because it does, I want to make this night special for you, as I want all
nights to be special.

   Don't get me wrong though; there are different kinds of special.  Some
are romantic, some are naughty, and some are daring.  And I wanted to do
them all with you - making love in a car or on the beach, or on a
conference table at work late at night, in all the rooms around the house.
There was no part of you I didn't want to know better than I knew myself.
There's nothing I didn't want to explore with you, all your thoughts, your
hopes, your dreams, your fantasies and desires.

   And so we drove along in the back of the Limousine, touching, caressing,
kissing and sipping wine.  You own hands were no less busy than mine,
lightly brushing across the bulge in my pants, teasing me as I was teasing
you.  I thought silently to myself that I hope I don't develop a wet spot
in the front of my slacks from your gently arousing caresses because I
could already feel the wetness rubbing against my belly as it seeped from
the head of my shaft.

   We pulled up in front of the Kennedy Center and I gave a sigh of relief,
mixed with regret, as we pulled to a stop.  Again I admired your sleek body
as you moved to step from the Limousine catching a glimpse again of the
smoothness of your inner thigh.  Giving a little sigh of longing, half of
me wishing we'd stayed home so I could ravish you endlessly.

   Still, the night was young and I hand many plans to go before I slept,
to paraphrase a poem.  Stepping from the car, I took your arm and walked up
the steps and into the Foyer.  They'd redone it since last I was here, back
in 1980 when I had gone to see a one man play about Oliver Wendell Holmes.

   As it was close to the start of the concert, we handed our tickets to
the attendant and took our seats - seventh row, center.  We settled into
our seats and snuggled as close as we could.  We chatted a bit quietly
until the concert began then we grew quiet as we listened to one considered
by some to be best cellist alive all the while holding hands, my fingers
gently rubbing the palm of your hand.

   During the intermission we got up and walked around, finding a dark
corner.  Pulling you into my arms, pulling you close, feeling the utter
softness of your skin as I rub my hands along your back, tracing the hem of
your dress.  Staring into your brown eyes as we stand there.  Leaning
forward and lightly brushing my lips against yours, running my tongue
across the top row of your teeth, across your tongue, tasting you.  I can't
seem to get enough of you, kissing you as if every time might be the last,
that the dream of my heart might be only that, a dream.

   I can feel the firmness of your breasts against my chest, the little
bumps of your nipples rubbing me, hard, poking through the material of your
dress.  In the darkened corner, I let my hand slide between us and caress
you, lightly flicking my fingers across your turgid nipples, hearing your
moan in my ear as I do.

   Before things got out of hand, the intermission was over and we hand to
return to our seats.  I couldn't help but wonder, as I looked over at you,
how many other people noticed the flush on your cheeks and neck?  I'm sure
that even if they missed the flush, they noticed your erect nipples. 
Thinking that, I smile to myself and give your arm a squeeze, pulling you a
little closer.

   Taking our seats again, we again snuggled, whispering sweet nothings in
each others ear about the promise that the evening held.  Holding hands,
shoulders touching, the warmth passing between us.

   The concert came to a quiet close and we sat chatting for a few minutes
as the crowd wandered out.  Sitting close, turn towards each other, holding
hands, kissing and talking.  Finally I stand and pull you to your feet, and
we walk out of the Kennedy Center.  Our Limo is waiting for us and you
approach and I let my hand fall to your ass as to bend to step into the
car, rubbing down the back of your thighs a little and feeling the softness
of your skin.

   Stepping into the car with you, I sit next to you and pull you into my
arms, kissing you deeply again, thrilling to the touch and feel of you. 
Pulling back for a moment, I reach into the wine cabinet and pull out a
gift box and hand it to you.  You look at it then glance up at me
questioningly.

   "What's this for?"

   "Open it and see my love"

   You begin to gently open the box, pulling the ribbon off, then the
wrapping paper, fingers trembling slightly.  Finally the wrapper is off and
the box is open.  Inside you see a delicately carved white gold heart
locket, opening the locket, you see a small single red ruby set into the
locket.

   I whisper quietly to you, "That's my heart you are holding.  No one else
looks at me the way you do, for no one else does the sun rise in their eyes
for me.  You are the wish of my heart made real and I give you my heart for
safe keeping.  I know it's not perfect, and it's a little flawed, but it's
my heart, and now yours.  I hope you will take better care of it than I."

   I dare to imagine I see your eyes grow moist.  Looking into my eyes,
hands trembling as you hold the locket out to me and you then turn your
back to me saying, "Put it on please, I will treasure it always."

   My own hands tremble as I take the locket and open the clasp, then slide
it over your head and around your shoulders.  I redo the clasp and hang it
down between your luscious breasts, my heart coming to rest next to yours.
My own eyes grow moist as I let my hands fall to your shoulder and caress
them, my head falling forward and my forehead resting on your back, a tear
sliding out and falling onto the soft skin of your neck like a single
raindrop.

   I wrapped my arms around you and pulled you close against my chest,
still facing away from me, just holding you.  Watching out the window at
the passing city lights of downtown DC flashed passed, out along the GW
Parkway, beautiful at night in it's bough shrouded tunnel of tree limbs,
the moonlight gently filtering down.  Out to the Beltway heading west, down
the Dulles Toll road to Reston where we pull into a Seafood restaurant.

   Again we pile out of the Limo and again I tease you by running my hand
up along your smooth inner thighs, almost to your mound, stopping just
short, teasing you, teasing me.  Stepping out to join you I take your arm
in mine and we walk to the door.

   "Reservation for two please, Richard."

   "Ah good evening sir, your booth is right this way, come with me
please," the waiter says as he grabs two menu's and leads us towards our
booth.  Again, all eyes are turned towards you as we walk behind the
waiter. Like a female cat, you glide across the floor, feet seeming not
even to touch the floor your hips swaying gently, the soft swish of your
skirt.  We are shown to a table, a booth actually, with curtains, and
seated.

   "May I get you something to drink?" he asks before leaving.

   "Yes please, a bottle of Mouton Rothschild please and two glasses."

   "Very good Sir," he smiled as he walked off.

   "Curtains?" you ask slyly.

   "Humm yes, I've been saving this place for a very special girl," I say
as I reach across the table and take your hand.  "And she's finally here."

   "I bet you say that to all the girls," you say playfully.

   "What girls?  Have I been in a wild threesome with you and don't recall
it?  No, there have been no others, you are the thief of my heart. 
Besides, who'd want to go into a curtained booth with an old buzzard like
me?"

   "I would," you reply, rubbing my hand between yours, loving the feel of
your hands on mine, so warm and strong.  "I'm just worried your intentions
may be, shall we say, less than honorable?  Yes, I think that's it to a
tee."

   "Not only am I an old buzzard, but now I am a dishonorable one as well?
I'm scandalized!  Cut to the quick.  Here, look, I bet you can see the
blood!"

   "Oh be quiet my handsome stud and kiss me."

   Smiling softly, looking across the table into your beautiful brown eyes,
I lean across and do just that.  Tasting the sweetness of your ever so soft
lips as we kiss deeply.  Leaning my forehead against yours I whisper, "You
can call me an old buzzard anytime if it means I get to kiss you."

   "You better kiss me even when I don't call you an old buzzard," you
whisper back.

   "Now there's a deal I can live with!" I add with another quick kiss, and
then another and another.

   "Deal!" you laugh gaily.

   Just then the waiter returns with the wine and glasses as well as a
basket of fresh bread, catching us with our tongues entwined together. 
"Excuse me" he adds as he places the basket and wine glasses, ignoring us
as we continue to kiss.  Uncorking the wine he lays the cork down next to
my plate and pours us each a glass of wine.

   "Are you ready to order yet, or should I give you more time?"

   Breaking off the kiss, I reply, "We'll both take the lobster along with
two orders of snow crab legs on the side Gaston," I quip playfully.

   "Soup or salad sir?"

   "Salad's please Gaston."

   "Potato or rice sir?"

   "Hummm, I think we'll go with the rice on that one Gaston!"

   "Very good sir, carry on," he adds with a wink as he turns and leaves.

   "Well, you heard the man, he said carry on!" I add with a wink as I take
my wine glass to hand and take a sip, then lean across and kiss you.  I can
taste the mixture of you and the wine together on your tongue as we kiss.

   We continue to kiss and play footsie under the table as we wait for the
salad's, just enjoying being together.  Have you ever had that feeling? 
Where you are just totally in the moment, totally at ease with the person
you are with.  A feeling that all is Right with the Universe, everything in
its place.

   Finally our salads arrived and we would talk and nibble and talk and
kiss and nibble.  I'm sure, if it hadn't been for the curtain across our
booth, we'd have looked like, well, two people in love, acting silly and
goofy and not caring.

   We finished our salads and the entrée was brought to our table.  You
would tease me by rubbing your foot along my calf as she nibbled on a
morsel of snow crab leg.  Her lips glistening with moisture.  Then you'd
lean across and we'd kiss and I could taste the mixture of butter and
garlic from the crab legs.  Tasting that, a memory flashed into my mind, of
us, after a night of love making, eating Papa John's pizza, ham, pineapple
and sweet peppers with extra garlic sauce for the crusts.

   She smiled at me and winked, "Are you thinking what I think you're
thinking?"

   "Why, I'm sure I don't know what you mean!"

   "Ha!  I see that naughty gleam in your eye.  You're thinking of the
other night, after we made love and we were eating pizza, I know you."

   "Well, so what if I was!  Humph I like the taste of your lips with
garlic butter sauce on them.  Humm, I love the way you taste with no garlic
sauce too.  And I especially like your special sauce!"

   "You and your special sauce," you reply, with a naughty twinkle of your
own in your eye, "I'm kind of fond of your special sauce too."

   Smiling, I added, "Good!  There's an endless supply whenever you get
thirsty."

   "Oh?  Like, what if I wanted a drink now, right here?"

   "Ahhhh, normally I'd say yes, but not tonight, I've got nefarious plans
for you later tonight."

   "Oh, you'd let me slide under the table and unzip your slacks and pull
out your hard cock, and it is hard, isn't it?  And then you'd let me suck
it until your spurted your special sauce?"

   Oh, did I forget to mention that she likes naughty talk while making
love, that it turns her on?  My bad.  Tsk tsk!

   "Well, yes, actually I would, as a matter of fact, I'm sorely tempted to
slide under the table myself and run my hands along your sexy, firm thighs,
slide them under your skirt, run my fingers along the silky material of
your panties, slide them off and then kiss my way upwards along your inner
thighs, licking the whole way."

   "MmmM that sounds wonderful!  But, who says I'm wearing panties?"

   "Oh dear, you are naughty!" I grinned at her mischievously.

   We continued this playful banter back and forth throughout dinner.  It's
always been something I liked best about our relationship.  That we could
tease and cajole and be silly and goofy and make each other laugh and
smile.

   We could also be serious and talk about anything.  We were the best of
friends.  Do you have any idea how liberating that is?  To know that you
can talk about anything with the one you love and know it's ok?  I am
reminded of a scene in the movie Meet Joe Black.  Joe and another man are
at a bar talking and Joe asks him about love, what makes it so wonderful.
To paraphrase the answer, "Because you know the worst thing there is to
know about each other, and it's ok."

   "Come on," I smiled, standing up.  Let's get a move on, the night is
still young and I've got nefarious plans to put in motion," laughing as I
pulled her to her feet and grabbing the bill.  Paying on the way out, I
escort her outside, back to the waiting limo.

   I hold the door for her, admiring her fine ass again as I do so.  Did I
tell you she had a fine ass, the kind you just want to squeeze and caress
and run your hands over no matter where you are?

   Stepping into the limo and sitting beside her, I take her in my arms for
a deep soul kiss, our tongue dancing over each others, swirling and
intertwined.  Long deep wet kisses that last a week.  Oh how I love them.

   Then I pull back, and reach into the liquor cabinet again, then turn to
her and smile as I whisper, "You didn't think I had only the locket stashed
in there did you?" I add as I pull out a small box, wrapped in wrapping
paper, topped by a ribbon.  "Here, this is for you."

   You smile impishly, shyly as you take the ribbon off then remove the
paper.  Opening the box you see a ring.  The ring, depicting two hands
clutching a heart, complete with a crown, epitomizes the expression of
lasting love and eternal friendship.

   "It's a traditional Irish claddagh ring," I whisper.  "The two hands
symbolize lasting friendship, the heart, eternal love, the crown, loyalty
and fidelity.  The heart is made of marble, from Connemara, Ireland.  It
can be worn one of three ways traditionally.  Worn on the right hand with
the heart facing outwards and the world will know your heart has not yet
been won.  Worn on the right hand with the heart facing inwards and it
shows you have friendship and love under consideration.  Worn on your left
hand with the heart turned inwards, means two lovers have joined forever.
Read the inscription."

   You tilt the ring to catch the dim light in the limo and still, unable
to make it out, you turn on the overhead light and hold the ring close,
"For the Wish of my Heart - Love Always," you whisper quietly.

   Holding the ring in the palm of your hand, a tear shinning at the corner
of your eye, I can hear a small sob escape your lips.  "I'm sorry Richard,
I don't mean...it's just that...So much has happened in the last year or
so, and, well, you know everything that happened before that, everything we
talked about.  I just never dreamed when I sent you that email that things
would turn out this way.  I don't want to spoil your night."

   "Fiddle sticks.  First of all, my nefarious plans are not so easily
foiled.  Second of all, I'm rather flattered that you feel as if you can
talk about these things with me, that you care enough to discuss them
rather than bottle them up and let them eat away at you.  It speaks a lot
for the strength of what we have together.  That we can be such good
friends that discussing them is ok." Saying so, I squeeze you in my arms
all the tighter.

   "I love you Gail, and I want you always to talk with me about things
that bother you.  If you don't, if you keep them bottled up you'll become,
hrm, what's the expression, a `Poisoned Dragon.' You'll begin to resent me,
that resentment will turn to dislike and possibly outright hatred.  And
then I'd loose you anyway.  You've had some pretty awful things happen to
you, enough for any three people, all I know is this; I don't want to look
back at my life when I am ninety, look over at the bed beside me, and see
you not there and know that the reason you're not there is because I was to
afraid to risk loosing you to try and win your heart.  If at least, I can
look back on my life and recall the times we spent together, if I can look
back and know that I tried my best to win your heart, I can be satisfied
with that.  To have never tried at all?  That I couldn't live with.  I will
not allow the fear of loosing you prevent me from trying to win you."

   The limo slows and pulls to a stop outside the apartment and I lean down
to kiss the top of your head, pulling you close.  As the door is opened I
follow you out, remembering again the first time I'd ever seen your
beautiful, wonderful, awesome ass so closely, that day in Charleston, when
we'd first met face to face after so long being only voices on the phone.
The day you had teased me all throughout the day as we visited the various
plantations, always looking over your shoulder at me, teasing me wherever
we walked, daring me to touch your hinney.

   And as payback, as you stepped out of the car, I did just than, running
my hands over the firm globes and gently caressing them.  Doing so, you
looked back over your shoulder with a wicked gleam in your eye and I
suspect you are remembering the same day as I, and teasing me yet again.

   But that's ok, I think to myself, I've got her number, I nearly choke
from trying to hide my glee as we walk up the steps, my hand resting on her
firm ass.  I open the door and hold it for her, watching her face as she
steps inside for a reaction.

   There, in the entryway, are scattered candles burning softly.  Scattered
about the floor were red rose petals leading from the foyer deeper into the
house.  You slow, then stop, standing there in the doorway.  Then you
quietly turn to me and come into my arms, and I have my answer.  We step
inside and close the door.  I hold your face in my hands and kiss your
lips, nose then eyes.  Whispering softly as I look into your eyes, "Have I
told you recently how beautiful you are?" Your lips curve softly, and you
shake your head, "Or how wonderful you are?" Another shake, "Or, how for
me, the sun rises in your eyes?" Another shake, "Or how much I love you?"
Finally you break out into a real smile and kiss me, hard.  "You're so
silly," you add when you've had your way with my lips.

   Then I lift you into my arms and carry you up the stairs, stairs
littered with red rose petals.  Your head cradled in the crook of my neck,
I can feel you softly kissing my neck, or licking me, sending shivers and
chills through my body.  People say the neck is a weak spot on a woman's
body, well, let me tell you, it's one of mine too!

   The door to the master bedroom stands open walking through them, there
are more flower petals, more candles.  "How did you do this!?  When did you
do this?" you ask quietly.

   I laugh and smile, "Ha!  You expect me to divulge the secrets of my
nefarious plots!?  Never!" I exclaim as you give a playful punch to my arm.

   Into the bathroom, more candles, scented ones, as well as incense,
flower petals and a bath filled with bubbling hot water.  Yes, a heated
Jacuzzi tub filled with water, all ready for you.  The smell of vanilla
incense and candles fills the air.  I set you down and pull you into my
arms for a long hug, nuzzling your neck as I do, softly licking, knowing
what that does to you.  I love what it does to you, have I ever told you
that, I wonder to myself.

   Then I hold you at arms length and just look at you, the candle light
dancing on your face, orange, red, russet, shadow and light.  You are so
beautiful it makes my heart ache.  I let my hands run down your arms, then
back up to your shoulders, across your shoulders to your neck, caressing
lightly.  Turning you around so your back is to me, I let my hands trail
down along your sides, over the swell of your ass, down the backs of your
thighs a little, then back up again.

   I start by undoing the little button on the top of your dress.  Then, I
slowly slide the zipper down, making sure my fingers caress your back as I
pull it down, feeling the wonderful warm smoothness of your skin as I do.
Down farther, to the small of your back and to the tops of your silky thong
bikini panties.  I notice they look familiar and recall when I had gotten
them for you at Victoria Secrets.

   Then I let my hands trail back up along your bare back inside your
dress, up to your shoulders, and, as I lean forward to kiss and lick the
back of your neck, I push the dress over your shoulders ad down your arms.
Always, always my hands and fingers caress you.  Letting my hands run
around to your tummy as I stand close to you, feeling your ass rub against
my cock through my slacks, hard from wanting you.  My fingers lightly,
softly, caressing your tummy, your belly button, teasing you by running
them just under the top of your panties, pulling you harder against me.  I
can hear your breathing growing heavy and looking over your shoulder as I
kiss and lick your neck, I can see the candlelight glinting off the swollen
tips of your pink nipples as your breasts rise and fall with each indrawn
breath.

   I let my hands rub and caress upwards, looking over your shoulder as I
do, until they are gently caressing the smooth, soft undersides of each
breasts.  Bouncing them with the backs of my hands, softly, ever so softly,
caressing.  Then cupping them, "Oh darling," I whisper hotly in your ear as
I do, "I love the feel of your body, your breasts in my hands." When I
whisper in your ear, I hear your breath catch in your throat and a soft
moan escape your lips.

   I cup each breasts in the palm of my hand, light rubbing across the
swollen tips of your nipples, whispering naughty things in your ear as I
do, knowing how much that excites you, turns you on, wanting to arouse you
to a fever pitch tonight.

   I tweak each nipple in my finger, tugging softly, squeezing gently,
feeling them grow harder as I do, grinding my hard shaft into your ass as I
do, licking your neck, teasing and arousing you from all sides.  I slowly
kneel behind you, and as I do, I lick down along your back, my hands moving
to your hips as I do, then down along your thighs.  My tongue traces the
tops of your panties in back, softly kissing, my warm breath swirling
across your skin, hot and wet with desire.

   My hands slide up along the outside of your thighs, to your ass, which I
gently caress.  Slowly tracing the globes, along the crack, down lower,
between your thighs, ever so close to your pussy.  I feel your inner
thighs, wet and sticky, your juices having run onto them from an evening of
being teased and delighted.  I feel them tremble softly as desire builds. I
run my hands down along your inner thighs, caressing, rubbing, down across
your knees and calves.

   Then back up again, all the while nibbling on your buttocks with my
teeth, and tongue, and lips, licking and teasing you.  My fingers grasp the
elastic of your panties as I slowly slide them down over the globes of your
ass.  Then down your thighs, my hands never loosing touch with your skin,
your body.

   Then my hands slide back up along your inner thighs, softly caressing,
back upwards, until they just barely brush across the soft outer lips of
your pussy.  I can feel the heat and moisture on my fingers and I draw them
to my lips where I lick off your wetness, loving the taste of you,
remembering the first time I tasted you, how shy and nervous you were.

   But, the time was not right to bring you to your peak.  No, that was for
later.  Now it's time to give you a bath.  So I slowly stand, kissing and
letting my hands trail upwards along your sides again.  Then I help you
into the tub, filled with very warm, but not uncomfortable, water.  Suds
and bubble bath abound.  The scent of the burning candles filling your
nose. You look so beautiful with the candle light shinning off your face,
made even more so by the flush of desire on your cheeks and the look of
unbridled lust in your eyes combined with love.

   I watch you sink slowly into the water until it covers your breasts. 
"Lay back my sweet and soak for a minute, I have a few things I need to
attend to," I whisper with a mischievous glint in my eye.

   "What are you up to now?  I see that glint in your eyes.  You just
better be careful buster or I'll get out my Triple Walled Bat of Ultimate
Destruction and bonk you with it," you finish with a twinkle in your eye.

   "Oh ho!  Is that so?" I laugh secretly to myself; nefarious plans are so
wonderful!  I leave the bathroom and do what needs to be done to put the
finishing touches on my nefarious plan.  After I've finished I return to
the bathroom having stripped to my silk boxers, boxers that you gave me as
a present.  You can't help but notice the rather large wet spot in the
front, "Having a problem there sailor?"

   "Oh nothing that can't be cured with a few shots across your bow," I
retort playfully.  I then kneel in front of the tub and grab a loofah and
some scented body wash.  "Stand up please, so I can wash you off."

   You slowly stand, the water cascading off your taut body, glistening
with wetness, beads of water falling from the tips of your nipples. 
Runnels of water pouring down across your chest and belly, between your
firm athletic thighs and then down and back into the tub.  The muted light
of the candles reflecting off your wet skin makes the breath catch in my
throat and I nearly ravish you right there.

   "Like what you see sailor?" you ask coyly.

   "Humph!  You can say that again, god but you are beautiful.  Turn around
so I can wash your back."

   I take a loofah sponge and some of your favorite body wash and begin to
rub your back.  Watching as the soap bubbles make their lazy way down the
center of your back.  Flowing over the swell of your butt, down the backs
of your thighs, the sight of you brimming, ripe, with sensuality and it's
many overtones like the bud on a fruit tree, ready to burst into life.

   Your head comes back, your eyes close, savoring the feeling of being
washed.  The loofah gently rubbing the oils and sweat of life from you,
almost as if you were a new born babe, skin so soft and smooth and warm. 
Rubbing the loofah down along your sides, under your arms, down over the
swell of your ass, along your thighs.  Cleansing every inch of you.

   I turn you around, facing me and pour more water and bath wash over you.
Looking into your eyes as I reach and brush my hand across your face.  Then
with the loofah I wash the curve of your neck out to your shoulders. 
Taking your hand in mine I rest it on my shoulders as I rub the loofah up
and down along first one arm then the other, all the while our eyes are
locked together.

   Then down and between the firm upwelling of your breasts, underneath,
watching them jiggle and bounce as I do, smiling.  Around the sides, over
the tops again, this time brushing the loofah across the tips of your
breasts, across the nipples, watching them jump into erection, a startled
moan escaping your lips as you arch your back.

   Rubbing the loofah across your belly, carefully avoiding your belly
button ring, across the top of your hips.  Your body glistening with
wetness.  Then moving down, slow circular strokes, the loofah relaxing you,
stealing the tension from you.  Down along the outside of your thighs and
calves to you feet.  Lifting them, to clean and caress the bottoms.

   Then back up again, up along you inner thighs.  You spread your feet
apart in invitation to move higher.  I can't help but be taken in by how,
to me anyway, beautiful your mons is.  The slit clearly visible the inner
lips beginning to puff open as you become more and more aroused.  Your
growing wetness mixing with the water running down between your thighs,
watching as a drop forms, grows larger, hanging from the lowest point of
your mons, then falling down.  As it does I quickly reach out and it falls
in the palm of my hand.  I look up into your eyes as I lean forward to lick
it off.

   I rub the loofah higher, slow circular movements, teasing you, turning
the bath into extended foreplay.  Rubbing higher, closer, looking into you
eyes.  Until finally the loofah is at your mons, and I let it brush across
your lips.  Watching as your hips jerk forward and your knees seem to
buckle and a moan of pure unadulterated, looked for, desired, sought after
lust escapes from your lips as if it had been pent up inside for your whole
life and is only now finding release, finding a voice.

   I continue to tease you by withdrawing the loofah and washing your
tummy, again careful to avoid your ring, loving it, how sexy and sensual it
is.  Everything about you is perfect, even the quirks.  Kissing, licking,
moving across your tummy to your belly button, licking, teasing your ring,
my hands, the loofah, never stopping, moving upwards along your sides,
under your arms.

   Looking through my eyelashes upwards, I see you looking down at me,
mouth half open, breaths coming short and fast.  I smile up at you and lick
higher as the loofah slides around to your back and I scrub up and down the
length of your back.  My tongue meanwhile slides around and under and
between your breasts.

   Little gasps escape your lips, "Richard, please, don't tease me, lick
them," you moan softly as your hands caress my head, running your fingers
through my hair, trying to pull my lips to your erect nipples.  I melt at
your words, hearing the passion and desire in them, and I lick around the
pink, swollen roundness of your nipple.  Around and around I like, teasing,
flicking, then taking it into my mouth and sucking, biting softly.

   "Oh yes, yes, lick them, unghhhh," your soft cries of passion are
driving me wild.  I suck harder, then move to the other nipple, paying
proper homage to it as well.  The loofah meanwhile is caressing and rubbing
your ass, and the backs of your thighs, slipping between them from time to
time, rubbing your inner thighs, next to your sweet molten center.

   Then I smile to myself, thinking of the plans I still have in store, and
I leave your nipples and move to your lips.  Kissing you hard and deep, you
know the kisses I mean, those kisses that just want to make you fuck, now!

   Breathing heavily, I push you back down into the water.  "Noooo," you
sigh softly, "No, more, please!"

   "No my sweet, I have to wash your hair.  You're getting the royal
treatment tonight.  So shush and lay back." I reach for a big water bucket
that sits on the shelf of the oversized tub.  And I fill it with water and
pour it over your head.  You splutter a bit as the water cascades down
across your face and mouth.

   Wetting your hair thoroughly, I then pour some of your favorite shampoo
into the palm of my hand, then I work it into your scalp.  Softly, gently,
like getting a massage.  I love to run my hands through your hair. 
Massaging the back of your neck, running my fingers forward to your
forehead.  Making funny designs in your hair, making it stand on end,
spikes, whorls, I smile and chuckle softly, glad you can't see what I am
doing.

   "What's so funny you brute!?  Torturing me to no end, I thought you
loved me?" you ask, the torment and passion in your voice mixing equally.

   "I do my sweet sunshine, I love you with all my heart." I reply, knowing
what you're going to say next.

   "Then stop teasing me!  It's killing me!  I'll stop giving you sugars if
you keep this up," you retort.

   "Ah, I see, well, in the state you're in, I don't think that will be a
problem.  And besides, do you really want to miss out on the rest of the
evening festivities?" I ask.

   "I don't know, tell me what they are?"

   "Shhhhh, that's a secret, the authorities might hear.  All in good time
my sweet."

   You reach around and give my shoulder a playful slap, "Don't worry
buster, you'll get yours.  Two can play this game.  I hope you don't think
you're the only one who can make nefarious plans?"

   "I sure hope not!  I'm looking forward to your nefarious plans.  You
have to promise though, not to tease me as much as I'm teasing you.  It
says so in the rule book you know!  Only I get to tease this much!"

   "Ha!  Just for that, I'm going to tease you twice as much as you're
teasing me."

   I groan inwardly, knowing what's going to happen the rest of the night,
wondering what I just got myself into.  "If that's the price I have to pay
to make tonight special, then I'll ready willing and able to pay it, bring
it on!" I reply, a happy lilt to my voice, both enjoying, and dreading, my
eventual repayment.

   I finish with your hair and beginning to rinse it out, watching the
shampoo stream down your back.  Bucket after bucket stream down as I rinse
all the shampoo out and when I am done.  I have you stand up and step out
of the tub.  Then I take a big fluffy terry cloth bath towel that has been
warmed on a towel warmer and wrap your wet hair in it.  I take another and
begin to pat you down, rubbing the soft warm cloth over your skin.  Down
your back and sides, across your ass, taking each thigh in turn in my hands
and rubbing hard up and down.  The towel would scrape against the swollen
lips of your pussy and your thick creamy juice would smear across it.  I
leaned forward a little and lick across the small of your back and you
pushed your hips back against my lips.

   Then I turn you around and rub the towel across your front and sides and
shoulders, looking into your eyes, seeing the pleading there, the desire,
the trust, and love.  I let my hands trail down between your breasts,
drying under each globe, watching them jiggle and bounce, rubbing the cloth
across each nipple, hearing a moan escape your lips as they again jump to
full erectness.  Your body shudders as you press against my hands and I
tweak a nipple through the towel.

   I smile as I look into your eyes and let the towel travel down across
your tummy and upper thighs.  Kneeling in front of you to rub all of your
thighs and calves and feet.  Then back up again, teasing, caressing you
with the towel, rubbing softly along your inner thighs, staring at your
flushed pussy lips, smelling your arousal, wanting you, to lick and consume
you until you explode into orgasm.

   But, I restrain myself, almost able to hear the sigh of frustration that
you must be feeling as I do not do as I was thinking of doing.  I finish
drying you off then ask, "Close your eyes sweetie, no peeking now."

   You look at me askance, "What do you have planned you dirty reprobate?"

   "Why I'm sure I don't know what you mean," I reply with a mock innocent
tone and a wink.  "Just close your eyes and trust me." You look at me one
last time and do as I request, closing your eyes and standing nude in the
middle of the bathroom, the candle light flickering and dancing on your
skin.

   I turn quickly and open a drawer and pull out a silken blind fold and
step behind you to tie it around your head.  Your hands rise fitfully for a
moment, wanting to tug on the blindfold, but, your hands drop, trusting me.

   I take your hands in mine and lead you through the door into the
bedroom, also pleasantly warm so nude though you are, you are comfortable,
knowing how much you dislike being cold.  Though in any case, you'll soon
be burning up, I think secretly to myself.

   I led you to the bed and push you back.  Then I lean forward and whisper
in your ear, kissing it softly, "Do you trust me?

   You turn your head to face me and kiss my face softly and whisper, "You
know I do."

   "Thank you," I answer, just as softly, as I take your left hand and tie
it to the bed poster, the silk scarf having been prepared while I was gone
from the bathroom.  I can almost see your mind whirling, wondering what
else I've done.  I move around the bed, tying your left foot, right foot,
and right arm in turn with silk scarves to the bed, spread-eagled,
blindfolded, helpless.

   After I have tied you to the bed, I move to your side and sit.  I let my
hands touch and caress your helpless body.  The tips of my fingers barely
touching you, light as a feather, yet arousing nonetheless.  I trace the
tips of my fingers along your cheek, behind your ear, tracing the curves
and lines of your ear, down again along your chin to your lips.  I brush
the tips lightly across your lips, making them tingle, feeling you purse
your lips to lightly kiss my fingers.  I slide the tips inside and feel the
warm wetness of your tongue as you suck and lick it, swirling your tongue
around the tip, exciting us both.

   I reach over to the bed stand and grab a feather, then I lean forward to
kiss your lips, then as I draw back, I let the feather caress your lips.  I
smile as I tease your nose, your cheeks, your chin, watching you move your
face around, either trying to get away, or enjoying it, it's hard to tell.

   I brush the feather down your throat, to the hallow of your neck, one of
your most sensitive, erotic zones, and I brush it across and dip into it,
and along the curve of your neck, back down.  Ever so softly, the feather
seeming to float across your skin, sometimes touching, sometimes floating
above it.  Soft moans escaping your lips, your body writhing on the bed. 
"Richard, Richard," you whisper over and over, so softly I can barely hear
you, loving to hear my name on your lips, so filled with passion and
desire.

   Lower, I move the feather lower, down between your breasts, along the
underside, brushing softly, up and over the tops and across to the other
side.  Around and around, circling your breast, spiraling inwards, towards
and around your nipples.  Then, when I am ever so close, I stop and
withdraw the feather from your skin and stand up.

   And I stand there, quietly, and stand there.  Am I still there you must
be wondering, did I leave?  Just when you prepare to call out my name, I
reach down and run the tip of the feather across one of your nipples, three
quick circles around the erect tip...then nothing.  Again I wait, and wait,
then again, I swoop down and circle the other nipple.  You never know where
I might touch next as I repeat this over and over, teasing, arousing,
pleasuring you, drawing your passion out, fanning the flames of your
growing lust higher and higher.

   I let the feather come down between your wide spread thighs, and softly
caress your inner thighs, watching as you try and pull them away, then
close them, trying to squeeze them together to exert the last bit of
pressure on your pussy so that you fall over the edge into orgasm.  But you
can't, all you can do is arch your hips off the bed, thrusting them into
the air, I can see how wet and swollen you are, your pussy juice coating
and running down your inner thighs and ass.

   I smile, as I put the feather down on the bed stand again, and pick up
something else.  I bring it to your lips and rub it softly across them, I
can see you wondering what it might be, then the pink tip of your tongue
comes out and you taste something sweet, sugar, and you lick more and taste
whipped cream and I see your smile as you open your lips and bite down on a
fresh cold strawberry.  The red juice from the strawberry runs down the
side of your mouth, not a lot, just a little red trail.  I lean over and
lick the corner of your mouth, then kiss you, tasting the strawberry,
sugar, whipped cream mix on your tongue as they swirl around each other.

   While you chew on the one, I take another out of a bowl of ice water and
dip it into a bowl of sugar, then a bowl of whipped cream and bring it to
your lips as well, rubbing it across your lips before popping it inside for
you to chew.  While you chew on that on, I dip my finger into the bowl of
whipped cream and smear some across each nipple, the coldness of the cream
in contrast to the warmth of your nipples.  Then I lean over and lick it
off, softly biting each nipple as I do.  You arch your back off the bed and
your arms struggle for freedom as you press your breasts into my mouth.

   "Unghhhh, oh, oh," you softly cry as I suck and lick your nipples clean.
I can see your belly quivering, your inner thighs jumping and quivering,
knowing you are so hot and turned on, loving it.  Then I take another
strawberry, and dip it in something else and bring it to your lips, your
pink wet tongue flicks out again and is greeted by the yummy taste of a
chocolate covered strawberry.  You smile again and bite down, chewing, as I
again drip some of the chocolate onto your nipples and tummy.

   You squirm in your silken bonds as I lean over and lick the chocolate
from your tummy, my tongue licking, licking, licking each drop and stream
off.  Dipping into your belly button where a drop as rolled.  I move up
onto the bed and kneel between your wide spread thighs as I continue to
lick off the chocolate, as I lick upwards, following the trail of chocolate
up to your breasts and nipples, you feel my hard cock rubbing against your
inner thighs, bobbing and rubbing, feeling the wetness of my cock juice on
your inner thighs.

   You hunch your hips up off the bed, wanting the hot contact between your
cunt and my cock, "Please, please put it in Richard, I need your cock!" You
moan, almost sobbing with need.  But I tease you, as I lick off the drops
of chocolate, I let the tip of my cock tease your pussy, rubbing across it,
sliding up and down the slippery slit of your hot wet cunt.  I myself am
panting almost, wanting to feel my cock slide into your tight hot sheath,
to feel you envelope my cock, squeeze it with your inner muscles, squeeze
the cum right out of my swollen balls and fill you with my hot white cream.

   But I restrain myself, and content myself, with licking and sucking your
nipples, cleaning them of the chocolate, then moving to your lips, kissing
you, all the while your hips hunching and straining to capture the hard
cock rubbing against your pussy.  Kissing you hard, both of us panting with
desire, hot white wanton desire.

   I lick around to your ear and whisper into it, wanting to arouse you
even more, "Do you want it baby?  Do you want to feel my hard cock slide
into your pussy, in and out, fucking you?  Is that what you want?"

   "Yes, oh yes, please, please fuck me!  I need your cock inside me, I
need you to fuck me now, please Richard, please!"

   "You want to feel the hard shaft sliding in and out, my hips grinding
down into you, the base of my cock rubbing hard against your clit don't
you?"

   "Yes, yes, yes," you repeat, gasping for breath as the tip of my cock
slides over your swollen clit and your hips jump at the contact.

   "No my sweet, not yet, not yet." I whisper softly into your ear as I
lick down across your chest to the hollow of your neck, softly licking,
blowing on the wetness.

   Then lower, down around your breasts again, your pink hard nipples. 
Suck each in turn once again, oh how I love your breasts, knowing the
pleasure they feel travels right down to your swollen clit, arousing you
all the more.  Licking lower this time, down the center of your chest, the
little runnel that runs down the center, down to your belly button, around,
dipping inside, sucking, licking, swirling around and around.  Then lower,
to the top of your pussy, smooth, soft, freshly shaved, so beautiful,
drawing me like bee to honey.

   But, I stop, and reach for the bowl of chocolate and dribble some over
your mound, watching as it runs down over your pussy, mixing with your
juice, running between your inner and outer lips.  Then I take the whipped
cream and put a dollop on the top of your pussy, one on each inner thigh
and one big dollop right on your pussy.  Your continuous moans, gyrating
hips signal you know what is about to come next...what went on, must be
licked off.

   I add a few drops of crushed strawberry to the mix before I lean down
and lick along the top of your pussy, my hands caressing your inner thighs
as you remember so well.  Running up and down the length of your thighs as
I lick all around the top of your pussy.

   Sliding my tongue down and between your wide spread thighs, I follow the
trail of chocolate syrup, slurping and licking, down below the lowest part
of your soaking wet pussy, seeing your slick juices dribble out in a
stream, mixing with the chocolate.

   I lick the sensitive spot between your pussy and your ass, loving the
taste of your juice mixed with the chocolate, I think I like it and plan on
making it part of my regular diet.  Sucking and licking the juices off,
soft little bites.

   Sucking and licking, I turn my head and lick the whipped cream off your
inner thighs, soft bites causing your thighs to quiver and jump.  Your soft
moans and cries of passion denied build and your hips jerk and thrust
within the silk scarves, "Please, please, lick me!" you cry, sobbing with
need and desire denied.

   Instead, I take a strawberry and rub it along your slit, which, is
almost enough to send you over the edge, but I withdraw it before that
happens, having made love to you often enough to know when you are on the
verge.  I slide it around the opening, teasing you by pushing it inside
your hot wet channel watching as your inner lips open to take the
strawberry, red strawberry, red lips.  I keep a hold of the base of the
strawberry, then, I lean down and lick around it.

   "YES," you cry out as your hips thrash wildly in the restraints.  "Lick
me!  Suck me, don't tease me Richard, do it, suck it!" You are almost
hysterical in your desire.  I lick around the outside of your throbbing
pussy, cleaning off the left over chocolate and whipped cream.

   I pull the strawberry from your creamy cunt and eat it, savoring the
mixture of whipped cream, pussy juice and chocolate.  After I've finished
it, I return my fingers to your pussy, spreading apart the pink inner lips,
maybe I am weird, but I think a woman's pussy is beautiful and I love
looking at it, discovering all it's secret folds and hidden pleasure spots.

   I spread the inner lips open tugging and squeezing them, as you moan
continuously, your arms and thighs thrashing, unable to see anything, just
feel.  I lean closer and blow softly on your wide spread lips, the cool air
on your hot wet flesh making you tremble.  Then I let the tip of my tongue
brush lightly across the tender flesh surrounding your opening and swirl it
around.  I have to use my hands on your hips to hold on as you jerk them
upwards, wanting more than just a light touch.  From the way that your
thighs are quivering and your hips bouncing and jerking, I know that you
are close.

   I reach over the bed stand again and open the top drawer, I pull out
another surprise and I again kneel between your thighs.

   "Please Richard, I'm so close, please make me cum, I need to cum so
badly!" you moan, your head thrashing from side to side.  I smile to myself
as I bring my surprise down and rub it across your opening.  Then, I push
the tip of the dildo inside you, slowly.  Your hips strain up off the bed,
wanting it deeper, so close.

   I push it in deeper and at the same time, I turn it on and, I flick my
tongue across your clit and suck it deeply into my mouth.  The combination
of my tongue on your clit, strumming and licking along with the thrumming
of the vibrator inside your hot wet pussy is to much, and you explode into
orgasm.

   "Unnnghhhhhh," you wail, "yesss yes YES," you cry as you thrash and jerk
and buck in a way I have come to know so well.  As you orgasm I whisper,
"Cum for me baby, cum for me Gail, let it out, cum hard!"

   So while the vibrator is thrumming inside you, I begin to fuck you with
it at the same time.  Sucking your clit, fucking you with the vibrator, in
and out, hot wet slurping sounds.  `Oh god Richard, yes, yes!  Fuck me with
it, deeper, oh yes, yes, cumming!  Oh yes, so good, so good."

   And I do just that, sucking harder and faster, my tongue flicking across
your clit, sucking it.  Timing it, so that just as the wave of the orgasm
starts to subside, I increase the speed and pressure of my licks and the
speed of the vibrator deep inside your throbbing pussy, that you cum again!
I watch in amazement as the ripples of your orgasms spread across your
tummy in waves.  I feel each contraction of your pussy on the vibrator,
making it harder to push into you.

   I lick and suck as you cum for me, juice running out of you, I've never
seen you so wet.  Your keening continues as you ride the crest from one
orgasm to the next.  As I lick and suck your hot tumescent clit, throbbing
beneath my tongue.

   "Oh God...  oh...  oh...  ahhhhhhh!" And with a long, slowly subsiding
cry she collapsed away from my face.  "So good, so good, so good," she
murmured.

   Finally, your thrashing grows weaker, your hips stop bucking.  I'm not
sure if it's because you've cum as much as you can, or you've passed out.
But I stop my thrumming on your clit, and slide the vibrator from your
sopping wet pussy.  Then I work my way up to your face, and kiss your lips.
I kiss you again, then move to untie your bonds.

   After you are free, I lay down beside you and pull you into my arms,
kissing your wet sweaty forehead.  Holding you softly, rubbing your back as
you come down from the mountain.  After a time, you begin to move again and
you look up into my eyes, your lidded, almost as if it was morning and you
were just waking up, but the look that fills them is not sleep at all, it's
smoldering, languid passion.

   "Hello you," I whisper as you look up at me, smiling into your warm
brown eyes.

   You clear your throat and whisper back, "Hello yourself." Your head
comes to rest in the crook of my arm, your hand meanwhile wanders south,
and you cup and squeeze the shaft of my cock.  I can feel you smile against
my chest as you run your fingers over the tip, wet and slick with my juice.
You idly play with it, keeping it hard, smearing the juice around, even
bringing your fingers to your lips for a taste.

   "Ummmm tastes good," you murmur.

   And as your murmur, you move so that your hips straddle mine.  You lean
down to kiss me slowly, and I can feel the wetness of your pussy rubbing
along the length of my shaft as your rock your hips back and forth.  Then
you slide a hand down between us, and take the head of my swollen cock and
you rub it along your slit, fitting the head into your tight hot opening
and I moan at the hot, slippery contact.

   Looking deep into my eyes, you slowly push yourself down onto my shaft,
slowly, feeling every inch of my as I slide into you.  Deeper, deeply we
stare into each other eyes, deeper, until you have all of my shaft inside
the hot wet tunnel of your pussy.  Then you begin to rock up and down,
letting the shaft slide out, until just the tip was still inside you.  Then
back down, slowly.

   Gail had started out with long, slow strokes, rising and falling and
rising again in a languid rhythm on my cock.  I was amazed at her control.
Her eyes were closed, her expression rapt, her perfect face at peace.  But
as her arousal built at her own chosen pace, her movement quickened.  Her
strokes were faster and harder, and I could feel a little forward lean and
twist every time she hit bottom and pulled the base of my cock against her
clit.  She must have just been concentrating fully every single moment on
what she was feeling, and feeling how to make it better.  I already knew
she had the ability to make every moment an eternity; she was using that
now to blaze a long, slow path to ecstasy.

   And I was able to look up at Gail.  Just as I did she opened her eyes to
look at me.  For a moment she paused, and the look in her eyes was
like...determination.  Then she was riding me hard again.  Her rhythm was
fierce, her mouth was open, and she was gasping for breath.  Her lovely
features were distorted, her nostrils flared, her cheeks creased, and the
veins of her neck standing out.  Her face and throat and chest were glowing
red.  But her eyes were cool and bottomless pools, calm and soothing and
arousing.  They brought a sudden clarity and intensity to my own
perceptions, and that meant the feeling in my dick as well.  I felt a
twitch and a preparatory sensation back up behind my balls.  Gail looked
deep into my eyes and...she...stopped.  Still gasping, she was poised with
my dickhead just inside her inner lips.  And she smiled a mysterious smile.
After a series of minor pulsation's, my dick was still again.  And Gail
slowly lowered herself until our pubic bones met.  She leaned far forward,
pressing her breasts against me.  I raised my head for her and she kissed
me.  It was a messy kiss.  But it was heavenly.

   "I...  I..." Gail paused and caught her breath.  "I never felt like this
before," she said simply.

   "Yes?" I said.

   "Oh, yes," she said.

   My hips subsided and hers lifted and we were back into a rhythm that
seemed to suit us both.  I could feel my excitement rising, my balls
pounding toward eruption, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. 
Gail was in control.  But we were still looking deep into each other's
eyes, and somehow Gail knew each time I approached a climax, and she was
able to slow just enough to prolong our pleasure.  I don't know how long
this went on, until finally I wasn't able to hold on any longer.  And just
as I felt myself surging out of control I felt Gail's body spasm once... 
twice...  three times as she pushed me deep inside her, and then I felt my
fluid surge into her cunt and her cunt quiver around my cock and I cried
out and she cried out and my arms were around her back and her arms were
grasping my shoulders and her lips were soft against my sweaty neck and my
lips were soft against her damp and fragrant hair and we were both so full
of feeling that the world went away.

   You hear people talk about "timeless moments." I wonder if they really
know what they're talking about.  I know I have absolutely no idea how long
Gail and I clung to each other.  I know that as my awareness of the world
slowly returned, it was the contact between her body and mine that first
penetrated my consciousness.  All that bare skin touching.  The millions of
surface neurons that were stimulated.  The smells.  The tiny frictions as
we drew our separate breaths.  The weight of her.  My dick slowly
withdrawing from her as detumescence and gravity took hold.  But most of
all, the warm, astonishing rightness of feeling this individual woman in my
arms.  Beyond question I had something of priceless value in my hands right
now.

   You get so tangled up in each others bodies you don't know who's legs
are whose.

   Softly, I hear her whisper in my ear, "I love you Richard."

   I let my hands caress your back as I slowly return to normal, whispering
into your hair, "And I love you Gail, with all my heart."

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