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 Tatiana Ch.  2 Rose Noire rose_noire@geocities.com

   As dusk approached, they got dressed and he walked her back to the gate.
Max told her that on the third Sundays of the month he would be the only
one there.  Hurriedly she kissed him full on the mouth, grabbed his ass and
told him she'd visit again.  She turned and left.  She had to hurry to get
home for her date that night.

   In an hour she was home.  She felt a little peaked from the day's
excursion, so she put on a pot of coffee.  She'd thought about her day as
she trotted home and though she felt sated, she wondered what tonight's
date with Brian would bring.  She took a shower then drew a bath.  He'd be
there in less than an hour.  She had to hurry.  She poured a few drops of
lavender oil into the water, then she lit a candle and turned out the
lights.  She thought better of it and put a note on the front door.



   "Brian, come on in.  Help yourself to something to drink in the

   kitchen.  I'll be out soonest."

   She went into the bath and got in.  She reached over and turned on the
radio.  She had it set to the jazz station.  The scent of lavender relaxed
her and she leaned back with her eyes closed.  Scenes from today's romp
played across the silver screen of her mind.  Max seemed to have the
ability to know her every move before she made it, and her every thought.
It was spooky.  Those grey eyes probed her inner thoughts.  It seemed, as
she reclined there reminiscing, his eyes haunted her, boring even now into
her soul.

   Gently she massaged her breasts.  Pinched half heartedly at her nipples.
Her thumbs absently stroked her globes.  Hmm.  She could almost recapture
the feel of his course hands as they explored her body.  She shifted in the
tub and drew her knees up allowing her legs to open wide against the sides
of the tub.  Her hand strayed to her pubic hairs and her fingers played
amongst the curls.  Hmm.  She'd have to trim it back a little when she got
out of the tub.  As she fingered her clit she had vivid flashbacks of the
sensation of his tongue on her slit.  As she fingered herself it seemed she
felt his tongue.  As she pinched at her pleasure knob, she felt his teeth
nibble her button.  She sighed deeply; only vaguely aware the door had
closed in some other part of the house.  Her pelvis rolled forward and she
recalled how he had teased her clit in retribution.  She convulsed as she
climaxed and squeezed her thighs together in an effort to prolong the
sensation.

   Tati finished bathing, then got out of the tub and dried off.  She
reached for the roll of butter rum life savers she kept on the shelf,
inserted two into her cunt, then trimmed her snatch and massaged lotion all
over her skin.  She then dabbed her favorite perfume in a few choice spots,
put on her makeup then her clothes.  She wore her eyelet peasant blouse
that buttoned down the frontthe skirt that wrapped around and was secured
with only one tie.  Eyelet lace ran all along the hem.  That done, she
removed the life savers from their nesting place.

   "So much for dessert." she thought.

   She put on her lace underwear.  She'd purposely put on a bra that was
just a bit small.  Her bust was well defined beneath her blouse.

   When she walked out into the living room she found Brian sitting there.
He smiled as he looked up from his magazine.  She crossed over to him, and
greeted him with a kiss to the forehead, brushing back stray curls with her
lips.

   "Hi!  How long have you been here?" She asked.

   "Oh, about fifteen minutes or so." He said as he took a sip from his
wine cooler.  "Where did you go today?  I saw you walk by just as I was
getting off from work."

   "Just went for a walk." She went over to the bar to pour herself a cup
of coffee.  She laced it with Grand Marnier and Amaretto.  "Let's go Dutch
tonight.  I'm fairly flush."

   He came up from behind her and put his arm around her waist.  "Where
should I throw this bottle?" She pointed to a box by a big palm like plant
in the corner.  "Hmm, you smell great.  What's that perfume you're wearing?
Such a smoldering, sensual scent.  It suits you."

   "Oh, Ombre Rose." She sat on the couch and crossed her legs.  The
opening in her skirt fell open slightly.  Brian sat down next to her, his
knees just barely touching hers.

   "I never noticed your eyes are hazel.  They're the most attractive color
of yellow/ green.  They were light brown today in the store.  What does
that mean your mood is now?" He looked at her, a barely suppressed grin on
his face.

   She looked intently into his eyes.  Her leg relaxed against his knee. 
Her fingers toyed lazily with the lace on her skirt.  She leaned forward.
Holding his gaze, her lips parted revealing the tip of her tongue just
between her teeth.  Her breathing thickened and she ran her finger up the
leg of his trousers.  She began to speak, "We'd better leave.  We'll be
late." She hopped up from the couch, laughing, grabbed him by his wrists
and pulled him to his feet.  She laughed as she grabbed her keys and purse
and ran out the door.  He followed with a bewildered look on his face.

   The lobby was crowded when they arrived, but after a few minutes they
were able to determine that it was the sci-fi flick that was the draw.  Any
number of pimple-faced, school-aged kids stood around giggling and bull
shitting as they waited for the movie to open.

   She and Brian stood close together, looking out the window, watching as
cars drove up and dropped people off.  Occasionally, she would see someone
she recognized.  As she was turning from the window she saw Misha walking
up.  Every bit as "drop dead gorgeous" as on the first occasion she'd seen
him.  His arm was around the waist of a tallish girl with below-the-waist
length, blond, very curly hair.  She appeared to weigh about 250 lbs.  She
drew Brian's attention to the couple.

   "Oh, I didn't tell you?  He seems to prefer women who come wrapped in
large packages.  When he first got here he was really putting the moves on
Kelley from down at the coffee shop.  I don't understand him.  Half the
girls in town would do anything for time with him and he's only got eyes
for the other three-eigths of the female population -- young fat broads. 
Oh, well to each their own." He had a smug look on his face as he imparted
this knowledge to Tati.

   Annoyed, Tati determined to try her hand at getting Misha's attention.
On that note she slipped her hand into Brian's hand and led him in to see
'Summer Nights,' a steamy movie with John Clod and Missy Piper.  It was
supposed to be a spy adventure flick.  Deliberately, she chose seats as
close to dead center as possible.  She owed Brian a favor for his
oversight. She sat on his left so the opening in her skirt was out of
reach.

   Tati mentioned that she wanted popcorn and a soda.  He decided to go for
some since there were still several minutes before the film actually
started.

   She watched as people drifted in.  A couple sat five seats to her left
and a threesome sat in the center two rows in front of her.  She turned to
watch the giggling, laughing bunch that sat behind them a few rows.  Brian
returned with a huge bag of popcorn and two large soft drinks.  The movie
started and Tati leaned to her right on the arm rest.  Brian kindly held
the popcorn for them.  She was glad to see no one had sat very close to
them.

   The movie progressed, John played the very typical lead male role of
international, distinguished, and wealthy stud.  He had a woman waiting in
every hotel, every restaurant and even at the library.  (Tati had never
thought those stacks could be so accommodating.) The real kicker was the
scene in the bathroom aboard his flight back to the States.  She was
impressed that Missy could wrap herself around him like that while standing
up in such a small place!

   About 20 minutes from the end of the movie, Tati leaned over and
whispered something into Brian's ear.  He looked at her and laughed.  She
looked at him.  "You don't believe She allowed her arm to fall over the arm
of the chair.  While looking into his eyes, her hand slowly wandered over
his thigh.  Watching closely for his reaction, she paused, ran her tongue
slowly over her lips, then walked her fingers up the fly of his pants.

   He slid down slightly in his chair.  He barely resisted the urge to turn
to Tati and kiss those most delectable lips.  Because of the other persons
sitting around, he could not put his hands on Tati.  He didn't want to get
them kicked out for publicly displaying affection (you know small,
bible-belt towns).  So he found himself in the predicament of having to
endure her attentions without reciprocating.

   Her fingers deftly opened his fly and to her delighted surprise, he wore
no underwear.  She had his very eager limb liberated in a second.  Sure no
one could see what she was about, her right hand continued to play with his
hardness, shaping its fullness.  She casually watched the movie, while her
fingers worked expertly at their task.  Occasionally she looked at him to
gauge his state of arousal.  He was hard pressed to sit in his seat as
though nothing was happening.  He nearly bit off his lip trying to suppress
a moan.  As the movie was ending she looked over and saw that his crisis
was near at hand.  She kissed her right index finger and touched it to the
weepy little eye of his friend.  This having done, she tucked it away,
zipped up his fly, and smiled at him.

   He let out an anguished groan.

   The house lights came on.  He sat there for a few minutes with his
soft-drink cup resting on his groin.  Tati looked at him and said, "Believe
me now?" She stood and gathered their trash and her purse.  "Are you
ready?"

   He followed her and deposited his cup in the waste can on the way out
the door.  "Whew!" he exclaimed as they exitted, "You are quite something!
Let's go for something to eat, I'm starved!  How about Japanese?  Shoggi's
in Cloven should still be open."

   She agreed and they headed that way, stopping at the convenience store
to pick up some breath mints.  The drive to Cloven was short.  There were
few people on the road.  There was a rodeo in town, which probably
accounted for it.  The restaurant was also fairly empty.  They were able to
get a private room for their dinner.  These rooms are usually booked for
banquets and special parties, but since Brian was a regular and there were
few people in at the time, they got lucky.  The room was arranged in a
traditional Japanese style with tatami flooring and zabutan cushions on the
floor around the low oriental table.  There were flower arrangements around
the room and a stereo and TV at one end of the room were visible in an open
cabinet.  They ordered an appetizer of sushi and entrées of sukiyaki and
teriyaki chicken.

   When they were alone, he turned to her and asked, "Where'd you learn to
do that, Tati?"

   "What?" She responded as she reached for a piece of Sushi.

   "How could you tell how close I was to cumming?  You stopped seconds
before that critical moment!"

   "That's my secret.  It should give you some idea what I'm capable of."
She looked at him and smiled her most demure smile.  "I think you've
learned to believe what I say to you, haven't you?"

   "I guess.  You know you've been quite the tease all night.  However, I
bet you can be a real diversion when you choose to be.  I've not come
across someone that can be as provocative so naturally!"

   "I try my best."

   When they'd finished eating, Brian ordered a bottle of wine.  The waiter
knew Brian's tastes and thus didn't need to ask which bottle to bring.  He
returned with a bottle and glasses.  He told Brian to press the buzzer when
he needed something.

   "So Tati, what's your major?"

   "I've not decided yet.  I'll need to decide next semester since my
general studies requirements are almost met.  What's yours?"

   "Music.  I've played the piano since I was a child and I also play the
flute and violin.  I plan to go to Europe next summer to study."

   "That should be fun.  I spent time in Italy and France when I was
younger.  I really miss it.  My father was in the diplomatic service at the
time."

   "My father was a fireman," he told her, "and my mother was a maid at the
resort hotel in Hiltonhead, S.  C.  where we lived.  She always loved music
and encouraged me to pursue my talents.  Before she died, my father
promised her he'd always encourage me after she was gone.  She died of
Leukemia."

   "Oh, I'm sorry.  It must have been hard.  How old were you?"

   "Ten.  I remember it because I had my birthday the week before.  She'd
been in remission and when it became active again she deteriorated
quickly."

   "My folks divorced when I was 14.  I regret it because my life changed
drastically on a social and economic level.  On the other hand, my mother
was happier and so was I.  She never liked those dinners, and banquets and
society do's that were mandatory for my father's job.  My mother wanted to
utilize her medical background.  She moved to New Mexico to work on a
Navajo reservation in the northwestern part of the state."

   "You know Tati, you're so different than these small-town girls here.  I
don't know what I'd do if I didn't have my music and karate to occupy my
time."

   "Well, life in Portas is different but, I'm adapting slowly.  That's
actually kind of scary.  Let's talk about something else."

   "What did you have in mind?"

   "Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something." She turned to him, and put her
hand on his shoulder, then leaned over to him and kissed him gently on the
mouth.  Her tongue glided slowly over his lips."

   "Uh huh, let's..." She straddled his lap while on her knees and drew his
face to her, her fingers fondled his ears.  His hands roamed tentatively as
they explored her body until he found the opening in her skirt.  He
caressed the lace of her underwear with one hand and the other one
continued to explore her body through her clothes.  When he found her
breasts he cupped them (as though weighing them), kneaded them, and rubbed
at the nipples.  She was busy getting to know his body as well.  She had
the buttons of is shirt undone and was caressing him through the tee he
wore She kissed him hotly.  Her tongue played "footsie" with his.

   From where she sat on his lap she felt signs of life beneath her crotch.
"As I recall, I have some unfinished business." She said as she moved
backwards pushing the table further behind her.  She bent down and nibbled
the fly of his pants.  Making eye contact with him, she was pleased to see
a grin on his face.  She turned to the table and dabbed a little wasabi
(Just a touch!) on her tongue.  With a demonic grin on her face she opened
his fly and extracted his tool.  She licked the base first, then ran her
tongue to just below the head.  Then she sucked at the head."

   "Oh, that burns...so nice!" He bent over to kiss her on the lips.  He
leaned back on his elbows to let her resume playing with his friend.  She
toyed and sucked and rode it with her mouth, her tongue caressing it
fervently.  She turned around briefly for some of the pickled ginger and
chewed it, then began her efforts again.  The forward rolling motion of his
hips plunged his pacifier ever deeper into her mouth.  As the burning
subsided it was replaced with a cooler sensation.  Gripping the base of his
cock she sucked expertly alternating with flicks of her tongue around the
rim.  He attempted to pull out just before he exploded into her mouth and
found that she held him immobile just where she wanted him.  After the last
gush she swallowed and turned demurely to the table.

   "So very luscious!  Couldn't go making a mess on your pants." She said
as she dabbed at the corners of her mouth.

   "Gawd!  Where did you ever learn to do that!?" He was amazed and rather
pleasantly surprised.

   "One of my more natural talents." She refilled the two wine glasses. 
"I'm not all tease, now am I?"

   As he sipped his wine, he looked pensively at her.  "You know, if Portas
had one, you'd be very popular with an escort service."

   "I've considered that option for when I move to a real city." She didn't
seem at all repulsed by his suggestion.

   His hands stroked the smooth skin beneath her shirt absently.  "Let's
finish this bottle and then head back.  Would you like to come up to my
place to listen to music?"

   "That would be nice.  Let's go by my place first."

   When they finished, they split the tab and tipped the waiter.  His
discretion in not disturbing them was generously rewarded.

   On the way back they passed several cars stopped here and there by cops.
finally he pulled up to her place and they went in.

   "I'll be a few minutes.  Help yourself." In her room, she grabbed the
carry all she kept packed with over-night necessities and threw her purse
and make-up bag inside.  She changed into a pair of pants and a baggy
sweater, as she checked her messages.  She grabbed a jacket and went back
out to the living room.  She'd have to remember to call Rae, her best
buddy, tomorrow.  Brian was drinking a glass of milk a nd reading the same
magazine he'd been reading earlier."

   "I'm ready.  Would you like me to bring anything?"

   "Nope, just you!"

   His apartment was a studio located in the upstairs, rear portion of a
"storybook" house.  She followed him up the rickety stairs.  When she
walked in she was surprised by how neat and organized his place was.  On
the far side of the room was a huge tropical-fish tank that took up a
majority of the width of the wall.  She walked over to it to look at the
fish -- she counted ten different kinds.

   "This is wonderful!" She exclaimed.

   "Yes, I just sit here for hours sometimes staring into the tank.  It
relaxes me tremendously." He stood behind her, his hands rubbing her tummy
from behind.

   "I'll be right back." He disappeared behind a divider positioned
catty-corner to the room.  The fireplace and fish tank walls were adjacent
to it.  When he returned from behind the divider he was wearing baggy
flannel jams and an oversized silk shirt.  "Oh, it's a bit cold in here. 
Let me light the fire.  Make yourself comfy."

   Tati was so entranced with the fish tank that she appeared not to notice
that he'd returned.  When she did finally look around the room, she noticed
bookshelves on another wall and a doorway next to them.  She walked over to
check out the books and knick knacks.  She saw a small kitchen through the
doorway that was barely large enough for the stove and refrigerator.  On
the wall across from the fish tank was small couch and a Native American
design rug on the floor in front of it.  The couch was centered under the
only window in the apartment.  She set her bag down on the easy chair next
to the sofa and went over to kneel next to the fire place while Brian built
the fire.  As the flames started to rise she turned to him.

   "You have a nice place here."

   "Thanks.  Would you like something to drink?  I have beer and milk,
water and a few sodas."

   "I'll take a beer," she said as he walked towards the kitchen.  She went
back over to the fish tank and noticed the huge sheepskin rug on the floor
in front of it for the first time.  She was entranced by this water world
and determined that she'd set one up at her place, on a smaller scale of
course.

   He came back with her beer and handed it to her.  He sat on the rug and
leaned back to look at the tank.  He reached his hand up to her as she
turned towards him.

   Sitting down she smiled at him then turned back to the tank.  They sat
there for several minutes and it would seem their vibes meshed on the same
plane.  She turned back to him to find him staring at her.

   He smiled.  "This is nice." He reached over and brushed her hair over
her shoulder.  "It would seem I've had all the fun tonight.  It's your
turn. He scooted closer to her and kissed her neck.  His tongue tickled a
trail up to her ear and explored it.  Her perfume was still so
intoxicating. He turned on his hip and placed his right knee over her legs.
His right hand traced the outline of her form.

   She looked at him all yearning.  She wanted him now.  Her game playing
earlier in the evening had left her all afire.  Deep in his eyes she could
see how sensitively passionate he was.  As his hand stroked her thighs she
felt her own desires heightening.

   Her finger traced the pattern of his lips.  She wanted him now but she
was satisfied to let him stoke her fires ever so gradually.  He rolled over
on to his knees, thus freeing her legs.  He grasped the hem of her sweater
and raised it slowly, each centimeter of revealed flesh inciting him to
raise it further.  She raised her arms over her head to accommodate his
efforts.  As her bust became visible he paused with the sweater partially
over her head and kissed her chest.  He sighed in adoration.  He sucked at
her nipples through the lace of her bra.  Her breathing stopped for a
moment as a shock went through her from head to toe.  He laid it behind her
as it came free of her arms.  He laid her back gently, her head coming to
rest on the balled up sweater.  The wool of the rug felt cool to her skin.

   "I'm yours...  do what you want." She said, looking into his eyes.

   The depth of her arousal excited him.  He used his mouth and tongue to
get to know this unexplored territory.  She writhed in her pleasure.  He
sat astride her and opened her bra releasing her twin melons.  They were
flushed in her excitement.  Her nipples were erect.  He kissed her lips and
followed the ridge of her teeth with his tongue.  Not satisfied to taste
only one of her delicacies, he ran his tongue over to her ear and nibbled
on the lobe and then traced a path down her neck.  She sighed with delight,
her eyes, half open.

   Seemingly unaware of what she was doing, she unbuttoned his shirt and
clawed gently at his chest.  She could feel his attentions increasing the
tempest within her and all she could do was flow along with him.  He was in
control now.  When he reached her breasts she fumbled for the drawstring of
his pants.  She reached inside and her nails gripped the tight ass inside.

   His experienced tongue sought to know every crevice of her body.  He
traced the outline of her form.  Gently tonguing first one side then
another.  His tongue lazily lolled around her belly button.  When it
arrived at the snap of her fly, he paused to look at her.  Her eyes pleaded
for him to continue.

   With deliberation he undid her pants.  She raised her hips to
accommodate him as he pulled them over her slender hips.  He removed her
shoes then pulled them the rest of the way off.  She was wearing hose
beneath.  His index fingers ran over the soles of her feet.  She curled her
toes.  He rolled the hose down over her legs then pulled them off.  Then he
leaned over and nibbled at her snatch through her lace bikinis.  Deftly he
slipped his fingers under the elastic band and had them off in seconds.

   He pulled her legs together then sat astride them looking at her, as
though finished -- a smile toyed at the corners of his mouth.  As
realization sank in, a look of sheer anguish played across her face.

   He laughed at that then spread her legs and bent over the delta of her
Nile.  With fingers entwined in her snatch she touched his tongue to the
tip of her clit.  A shudder shook her whole body.  As he ran his tongue
over the lips of her cunt he paused...looked at her with a question in his
eyes that asked...

   "Butter rum?"

   Her eyes twinkled, but she did not reply.  His tongue delved deeply into
her inner recesses wriggling like a snake.  She arched her back and cried
out.

   "Yes, eat me..."

   He needed no encouragement as he proceeded with his exploration.  He ran
his tongue around her outer lips.  Then he progressed to nibbling them,
licking them, then sucking on her little button of joy.

   She couldn't take anymore.  She bucked up and amidst the fireworks that
exploded in her head she realized that those sensations were not subsiding.
They were becoming more intense.  Attempting to rise onto her elbows, she
realized that he was exerting enough pressure on her tummy to keep her from
doing so.  Relentlessly he teased on.  Within minutes she came again.  She
dug her heals into the floor and arched up.  When the stars in her head
faded she looked up to see him kneeling over her with his thick rod
pleading for attention.  Where his tongue had wreaked havoc with her
nervous system she soon felt a knob knocking at her gateway.  Slowly he
entered and pushed forward as though he had all the time in the world. 
Every centimeter or so he'd pause, look at her as though asking...

   "Should I continue?"

   She could only stare back at him, begging in her eyes, as she nodded her
head.  He continued to advance until entrenched to his balls in her little
Chinese puzzle.  He then began to retreat and advance.  With his legs
together he was soon plunging into her with the regularity of a drill
pumping oil.  He drove in slowly and retreated slowly...he allowed his
orgasm to creep up on him and peaked as she passed out from the intensity
of her climax.

   When she came to, she lay there for several minutes before moving.  She
rolled over to find him resting on his elbow staring at her.  She looked
into his eyes and said, "Gawd, that was great!" Her cunt throbbed from the
recent attention it had received and her flesh tingled all over.

   "Butter rum?" He asked.

   She smiled.  No response.

   "Let's take a bath together." As he got up, he helped her to her feet.
She was a little shaky.  She allowed her bra to drop to the ground.  She
followed him over to behind the divider.  In the corner was a
triangle-shaped bathtub that easily accommodated two.  Adjacent on one wall
was a sink; adjacent on the other was a commode.  In front of the tub,
against the divider was a bureau.

   He started the water and asked her if it was a good temperature.  It was
fine with her.  He got out a few towels and wash cloths and wrapped her in
one of the the towels.

   "Hold on, I'll be right back." She could hear him moving around doing
something amidst a few thuds.  When he came back he had a bathrobe which he
handed to her and a pair of boxers for himself.

   They got in while the water was still running.  She stretched out and
lounged on her side.  The water slowly brought her senses back into
balance. Lazily she toyed with the sparse hair on his chest as she lay
there facing him.  When the tub finished filling he turned off the water.
He reached for the soap.  He lathered the wash towel then slowly massaged
her body with the soapy cloth, stopping to toy with her breasts and belly
button then each leg as he held it up over his shoulder.

   "Sit here." He patted the ledge.  She sat thereon then he gently spread
her legs open.  He reached behind her and pulled her bottom almost to the
ledge.  Gently he soaped her inner thighs then her rose bud.  Her lips
still pouted.  He tossed the towel into the sink then took the cup that was
resting on the back of the commode and filled it with water from the tub.
He poured the water slowly over her clit, fingers playing with the wet
curls on her mound.  She relaxed back and enjoyed.  Soon she realized the
water had stopped and that there was a digit traipsing over her pussy. 
Through half closed eyes she saw his head buried between her legs.  Slowly
the tide rolled in, but before it could roll back out to sea carrying her
with it, she raised his head and slid back into the water pushing him away
gently.

   "Sit back." She said as she straddled his thighs.  She held herself over
him then impaled herself on his wooden stake.  It felt so good as she
engulfed it.  She leaned against him; her nipples touching his chest.  She
began to ride him.  She increased the tempo gradually, spurred on by the
sound of the water lapping against the sides of the tub.  He tensed beneath
her, then she felt his fountain deep within her cubby.  She trembled as she
came then collapsed against him.  Moments later she rolled over and began
to soap him all over.  When they'd finished bathing they dried each other
off.  He helped her into his bathrobe.  When she walked around the corner
she saw that he'd pulled the couch bed out.

   "Would you like to crash here tonight?"

   "Sure."

   "I have some ice cream in the freezer.  Would you like some?"

   "Hmm, that sounds good."

   She walked over to the tank as he disappeared into the kitchen.  He
returned with two bowls full of French Vanilla ice cream.  He handed her
one, then led her over to the sofa bed.  As they ate their ice cream they
talked about trivial things, both too tired to really hold much of a
conversation.  He sat their bowls down on the floor when they were done,
then pulled back the covers.  They snuggled down together and soon both of
them drifted off to sleep.