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not be read by minors. All rights are reserved by Hawk Richards
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"Tease"

(c) Hawk Richards 8/97
reposted 11/13/97 1200 words

Her mouth was exquisite; her full lips pouted like a soft, scarlet rose.  Her
pink tongue licked her lips, then slipped back inside the soft cave.  It hid
behind her ultra white smile that kept that seemingly talented tongue trapped
behind two rows of perfect teeth. 

"You're teasing me," I said.

"I know." 

My eyes wandered to my plate of freshly steamed veggies.  I looked up to find
her staring at me with those undress me eyes. Its cliché -- I know -- however,
I became lost in a sea of green-hazel each time I looked at her, and soon I
became mesmerized. She winked, definitely teasing me, taunting me with that
sexual persona. 

Belinda spoke to me without saying a word; her body language was screaming
"take me." Her eyes whispered her longing and her ragged breathing told me she
was affected by this magical night as much as I was. 

I leant over the table and whispered, "I'm hornier than a ten-peckered owl. How
about you?"

Ok, I admit it, it probably wasn't the most romantic line, but it made her
laugh. Sometimes, laughter can be an erotic thing. I sure hoped so anyhow. 
She seemed to laugh at all my corny jokes and even told a few herself
throughout the evening. She was perfect.

How we made it to the car without ripping off our clothes and making love right
there in that posh uptown restaurant was beyond me.  My hands couldn't stop
touching her body. I was painfully aware of the softness of her skin
underneath her elegant attire. My fingertips strayed from the small of her
back to her hips as I escorted her to the car. 

I pulled up in front of her building, which was a cozy brownstone in the heart
of a nice little neighborhood in the city. 

"Want to come up for some coffee," she asked.

"Definitely," I replied. 

We kept the appearance of a formal date, but she spoke with a voice thick with
sexual innuendo, telling me about the recent trivialities of her life. I never
had thought that talking about such a mundane task as finding the right
apartment would have ever been so erotic. Although, I think we could have
talked about the national deficit and I still would have been turned on. It
was the way she presented herself that I found so sexy. It was the moonlight
that glowed in her hair and the sexual tension that had been building up for
the past few hours, during the romantic-comedy film and then later at
Martino's. 

"Would you mind unlocking the door? Sometimes, it gets stuck." She handed me
the key and like the gallant gentleman I am, I proceeded to act as if I were
one, even with her hands fondling me. Soon, I turned around to a loving
embrace. We fell through the door landing in a pile on a shag carpet, laughing
at our own antics. 

She kicked the door closed with her foot and lay next to me and my lips found
hers. The first kiss, which is usually the most awkward, was beautiful. Our
faces inched closer, as the laughing subsided, and our lips touched ever so
gently. It was a simple kiss, but the electricity it brought made my mind
almost short circuit. Our tongues met in a dance of mutual attraction. Her
lips pressed together and my hands caressed her shoulder, arm and finally
clasped her hand into mine. 

Our kisses became urgent and Belinda started to caress my beard. Her fingers
trailed through the trimmed hair and I heard myself groan. I pulled her blouse
out of her skirt, caressing my hands on her soft flesh. 

She broke our extended kiss and leaned back to unbutton her blouse. My mouth
dropped in astonishment at her beauty. I would compare her to an angel, but
she would rival anything I could imagine. Her auburn hair cascaded down into
my face as she leant over to undo her brassiere. Two magnificently
proportioned breasts swayed out of the confines of the lacy material. Of
course, I may be biased, but she was the most gorgeous creature I had ever
seen. 

She pulled me forward by my ears and presented me to her bite size nipples,
which rested on two of the mounds of ivory. My mouth quickly clasped onto her
right breast and I heard her moan in gratitude. 

I nudged her onto her back, caressing her body with my shaking hands, while
tasting her sweet perfumed skin. Her skirt had bunched around her waist and I
could feel the heat emanating from her center on my knee. I could feel her
gyrating her hips against me, ushering me onward.

"Lick me…down there," she whispered. 

I thought it strange that she was so hesitant in voicing her demands by issuing
them in a heaving whisper, but was enthralled by the idea of tasting her. I
kissed her mouth one more time and scooted down her body, while my hands
lingered on her breasts.

I could smell her musk-like, feminine scent. It was not pungent or obscene to
me because I had always had an urge to taste a woman's sex. I pulled aside her
panties and was greeted by a patch of auburn above her glistening slit. Her
lips were open, wet and waiting for my tongue. 

I kissed my way around her inner thighs, causing her to arch her back in
anticipation. My nose nuzzled her, as I tasted her. A moan escaped from her
throat and I continued my exploration of her soft folds. Her clitoris, small
but standing out, was the next victim of my tongue. I heard her hiss through
her teeth and surmised she was too sensitive for direct stimulation at that
moment. My tongue swabbed and swiped around her inner folds. My beard was
slowly becoming doused with her juices and excess saliva. 

She was nearing her release, when I clasped my mouth on her clit. Her moans
turned to cries of passion and her hips convulsed. My finger slid into her
slowly and I continued my onslaught. I looked up to see her head rolling side
to side, causing her hair to whip against her sweaty brow. 

Slowly, she came down from her orgasmic daze and I kissed up her arm to her
neck, soothing her back to reality. I kissed her smiling lips and brushed the
hair from her face. My erection pressed into her thigh, as we lounged on the
living room floor. 
She stood and took my hand. I thought we were heading to the bedroom, but she
handed me my coat. 

"I think we should say goodnight," she said in a serious voice.

I searched her face for any evidence that she could be pulling my leg.

"May I see you again, perhaps tomorrow night?" I asked, wondering if this was
just a test. 

"Ok, call me," she said.

I was ushered out of her apartment and into the dark night. I adjusted myself
and started walking towards my car.

"What a tease," I said to nobody in particular.

(c) Hawk Richards (Hawkrds@aol.com)




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