As she laid her outfit on the bed, she looked toward her shoe closet. "All those shoes, how the hell am I going to pick out the perfect ones for tonight?"
Then it hit her, she'd wear the black pumps with the steel heel. Simple, understated yet naughty she thought with a smirk as she sashayed toward the closet. Her shoulders glistened with each sway from the light reflecting off the beads of water still pooling from her shower earlier.
She stood on her tippy toes and reached for the shoe box. Her hand extended into the air, she pulled back, hit with a wave of nostalgia, she retreated to the chaise lounge chair in the middle of the room. She unfastened her silk kimono bathrobe exposing her oiled caramel skin and sat, legs folded under her, alone with her memories. She allowed her fingertips to graze her inner thighs as she remembered the last time she'd she chose those shoes.
She wore them to meet him. They went to the opera that night and as they walked home from the theatre, it began pouring. There was no rain in the forecast so neither was prepared for the sudden downpour of torrential rain. Her long athletic stride matched his, step for step, they were gracefully in unison as though they had practiced this dance before.
As they got closer to his building, he stopped, she turned back: "babe, did you forget something?" She asked as the rain continued to soak her shoulder length curls. He stood there, just watching her, the dress clinging to her breast, so skillfully draped across her hips. There is no better tailor than Mother Nature he thought as he eyed her lustfully. He walked towards her, taking her hand into his and wrapping his arm around her waist. Slow, quick, quick slow he thought to himself as he rehashed his newly acquired dance moves in his mind. She moved in closer to him. "My God I love this man" she whispered to herself and laid her head on his wet chest and matched his rhythm. "I could stand here with you forever" he said in her ear before he began showering her earlobe and neck with kisses. He ran his left hand down her back to her butt where he allowed his hand to rest and draped his other arm around her shoulders, leading her into the building lobby.
They stood together waiting on the elevator, 4, 3,2, L. he stepped into the elevator first, back against the wall, she followed, pressing 3 before she stood in front of him with her butt brushing on the crotch of his pants. She knew he liked when she teased him. He reached down and kissed her neck. One quick peck. Then a slow tongue kiss ending with him biting down on her neck sending pulses throughout her body. She squeezed her legs together to allow the moment to linger before the elevator door opened for them. She stepped off first knowing he had full view of her she strode confidently down the long corridor, stopping midway. She knew he was watching her so she swayed to the left. Her hands now tracing the form he was so entranced with earlier. She caressed her hips as she moved both hands to her right side, unzipping her zipper and began walking forward. With every footstep she took, she could hear his footsteps. She stopped, turned towards him and began walking backwards, slowly brushing her hands on her neck, cupping her bosom still prisoner to her dress, all the while locking eyes with him. Her skin was burning and she needed his touch to extinguish the flames.
She stopped at his door, still caressing her body. He seemed to sense her urgency and began to slow down. Teasing her with his eyes, licking his lips, exposing his intentions. He shoved his left hand in his pocket and pulled out his keys. Finally, he’s standing in front of her. His forearm brushes her stomach and she moans. He pulls back and repeats this motion. He’s teasing her and yet he’s teasing himself. As he reaches to put the key in the door, she grabs his hand and guides the key to its proper place, turning the key, unlocking the door and her passion. Click. She moves his hand to the hem of her dress about 3 inches above her knee. Following her lead, he pulls the dress up and massages her through her stocking and underwear. He can feel her vagina pulsating. He picks her up and walks through the door, dropping his keys on the floor and kicking his shoes off with each step.
Eight steps later he is standing to the right of the breakfast bar where he sits her. He pulls her dress off and throws it behind him. He squats down to her shoes, caresses the top part of her foot while holding the bottom of her shoe in his hand. Gently, he slides the shoe off and kisses the top of her soaked stockinged foot. He repeats this ritual for the other foot. With one hand on her ankle, he runs his hand up the inside of her leg pushing them further apart all the while relishing in her audible sounds of content. He reaches up to the top of her stocking, one hand bracing her back and pulls her stockings down. She squirms around to assist him. He stands up in front of her and she wraps her legs around his waist and fiddles with his belt buckle. He kisses her on the forehead, cheek and neck and reaches around to unclasp her bra. Her full D cups spring forward from their confined spaces.
She finally manages to concentrate on his belt long enough to unbuckle it. She uses her feet to push his pants down while using her hands to expose his muscular chest and those sprinkles of chest hairs she finds so irresistible.
She uses her legs to pull him closer to her and she can feel his manhood through his boxer briefs. “Oh Now that’s a Keeper” she whispers to him as she fondles his penis. She pulls his rock hard member out of his cage and begins stroking it, up and down slowly but firmly, concentrating her energy around the crown.
Never one to be outdone, he slides her thong aside and looks her in the eye. “That’s what you do to me” she said in response to the look of surprise at finding her sopping wet. He plunges his middle finger in her love box and lets out a moan. “You’re so soft and warm” he says as he now adds another finger to the action and grabbing her butt to keep her from moving away.
She stops him, pulls his hands from between her legs and begin to suck his fingers while looking into his eyes. She can tell he’s excited. “Take off your wedding ring” she commands, and he obliges after ripping her thong off. He pulls her closer to the edge of the bar and begins sucking her nipples and rubbing her clit. She throws her head back and moans loudly. He begins moving his kisses south, kissing her navel, her pelvis and finally her thighs and knees. He begins to ascend towards her vagina showing love to each part of her inner thigh as he moves. He pushes her legs open further and sucks on her clitoris. Immediately, her legs clench shut and he opens her legs again, then stands up and whispers in her ear “if you can’t keep them open, I’ll have to tie them that way”. Not even waiting on a response he lowers himself and begins to work his magic. He put his full lips on top of her and began to suck hard while tonguing her little boat.
As she tries to slid away, his hand is there to keep pushing her into the action. She is overcome with pleasure and allows herself to succumb to the feeling. Licking her lips, she opens her eyes to see his hand in the air with his index finger pointed signaling “1”.
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