Alluring Eveningby Rina Passe
The trip had been planned for weeks, the arrangements made, the details fine tuned and thought out meticulously in my mind. Turning the key in the door, I paused briefly for one last mental run through. Everything was perfect, I hadn't forgotten a thing. Stowed away safely in my bags were all the essentials, and what I thought with confidence, were soon to be favorites. I had planned for everything, every mood and whim. The sparkling crystal anniversary goblets we had used to toast our first year together. His favorite scented candles and oils, the gown that drove him wild, so filmy and sheer, I blushed recalling the last time I had worn it for him, and how he had made me feel.
Nearly losing my balance as I turned to lift the heavy bags, in these almost too high heeled slings, I caught a glimpse of the glossy pink polish that I had just painted on my toes. A quick doubt rushed through me, then I smiled thinking I'd not be wearing the spikes for too long.
I climbed into the car, smoothing the hem of my skirt, as best I could, over my thighs; it was short, and even sitting down, the silky material went less than halfway to my knee. He will think that I selected this outfit for him, the skirt patterned with a small floral design, the blouse, satiny white and clingy enough to be sexually appealing, without conveying promiscuity. Of all the facets of personality he brings out in me, he is most taken by the softer, innocent, feminine side. Feeling the gauzy hem slide over my soft skin, cooly caressing me, reminds me that it is also my most natural.
The drive to the airport was quick, boarding was a breeze, and the flight peaceful enough to leave me to my wandering thoughts. I wonder, grinning to myself, if the other passengers can see the fantasies taking place in my head; soon to be acted out with my anxious body. Thinking again, of his excitement and depth to his voice, when he called to say he'd read the note I had tucked away in his briefcase. That my joining him, prepared completely to praise him, and entertain his every need, was the most perfect of all anniversary gifts.
My step became hurried as I left the plane to claim my luggage, it would not be long until we were together again. I waited at the baggage carousel softly biting my lip impatiently. Quickly, I struggled to grab my bags and was on my way through the terminal, then on to hail a cab, to whisk me to his hotel. At the desk I asked for his room number and a luggage trolley, wanting no one else present when I arrived at his door.
Cursing the sadist who designed these narrow heels, I managed the bags onto the cart and made my way for the elevator. There, alone with my thoughts, I felt my hands slip underneath my top and unfasten my bra, sliding the straps over my shoulders I eased it down my arms and tucked it into my purse. My breasts brush against the silken softness of my blouse, my nipples pebble and firm to peaks, as the elevator stops and the door opens to a charming elderly couple. A blush rises in my cheeks and my eyes look to my chest, as we greet each other politely. I notice him take her hand and pull her closer smiling as the doors began to draw closed. Timeless, fairy tale love in the face of strangers, strengthens my desire for my own prince, as I approach his door.
Knocking timidly at first, then becoming urgent, I wait for his response. Hoping that in my face, he will sense my intent, my thoughts, my desires and my love. As the door moves slowly open, I gaze into his eyes, and feel all of that in him, again we are one together. He invites me in, his voice deep and husky, says more than his words. I step forward to kiss him, tenderly whispering my affections.
Our kiss deepens, my tongue craving the source of his voice, as my mind and body hear him again, our bodies meld together. Sensing a presence, we withdraw and turn to see a delivery boy, staring slack jawed, holding a basket heaping with fruit and goodies. I step back and allow him to take care of things, my luggage still in the hall.
I begin to make myself at home by kicking off those damn shoes, and wander over to admire the quaint view out the window. I detect his scent, it's presence noticeable as the rest of his things in the traditional room, and inhale deeply. I move passed the cherry desk, rolling my eyes at his papers strewn all over it. Turning to the raised alcove that houses the bed covered in chintz, I move toward it smiling. My thoughts reassure me that I can be at ease here, warm, cozy, and inviting. I test the soft bed once before starting towards the bathroom. Where I find a separate area for dressing, littered with personal articles, then into the tub room. It was glorious; round and deep with wide ledges and formed seats. Sitting on the edge, I touched the cool marble and knew this is where we would have our first adventure. The room was warmed with rose colored drapes that framed the outline of mirrored walls, and on the counter was an arrangement of fresh flowers.
I moved to read the card, signed only...as ever... perfect in every way. He startled me as I bent to smell them, I thanked him for the flowers, and the upgraded room with a gentle promising kiss.
He led me out into the main room and we began to talk as lovers do, then he headed me towards the bed alcove. Smiling and nipping at his neck I rebuffed his advances and suggested that he would like a bath while I prepare some things. Eager and willing as always he headed to the bath stripping along the way. He had arranged my bags, and giggling at our own enthusiasm, I began to search them for the needed items. I stopped, thought for a moment and looked around, one was missing, the smallest bag, but containing the most adventurous items. I thought back, "Where did I leave it?" I muttered. I put it in the car.... "Damn it!" I'd left it at the airport, so much for perfection and careful planning.
Luckily, I did have the sentimental things, the crystal glasses and the gown were here, I had thrown in a few extra candles at the last minute just in case, so all was not lost. Disappointed I moved to change and get ready. I had certain things planned that now wont come to pass, my fantasy faded. The wine I had gotten long ago for a special occasion was gone, but I gathered the glasses anyway after slipping into the gown. Finding a tray on the night stand I assembled the candles and glasses and headed towards the bathroom. I spotted the fruit basket on my way in, went and set the tray down, smiling at him, then returned for the goodies.
In it was a bottle of wine, he had an ice bucket already on the counter, I removed the wine and placed it on the ice.
Carrying it all in, and placing it on the bench beside the tub, I turned to admire him. He was smiling broadly, yet there was a darkness in his eyes. He asked me to join him, a slight tremble in his voice, so needy yet so masculine. I stood to remove my gown and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. His voice reflected my appearance, I paused for a moment to look, my lips were parted, my hair tousled, my breasts peeking through the filmy gown were peaked and hard...my body wasn't disappointed at all. I had been dreaming about this so long, lack of props was not going to be a deterrent.
His gaze was fixed on me, as I idly fondled my breasts, amazed at my own reflection. Blushing, I sat on the edge of the tub, and smile back at him. Again he urged me to join him, and I whispered that I wanted to watch him for now. He reached for me and I stepped back, the backside of the gown damp from where I sat, clung to the swell of my cheeks and he uttered a low growl as I turned from him.
I laughed lightly and chastised his impatience. This was a special occasion, a memory to build upon, we were not rushing, after all this. I picked up the fruit basket and began to poke through it, squealing delightedly at some of my favorite treats. There weren't many of each but a generous sampling of many different things; an apple, orange, peach, and pear, based the bottom, and it was crowned with grapes, strawberries, cherries, and tiny wrapped milk chocolates.
I ogled the sweets and teased him of my desiring them over the treat he offers. Popping a plump grape in my mouth, I bit down releasing its juice and bent to kiss him lightly, then pulled away. He laughed heartily and claimed two can play at that game. I looked skeptically, for a moment before he began to run his hands over his shiny body, taking the bath gel he began to lather himself up. His face shows and his voice expresses pleasure in the fact that he knows it arouses me as much as anything he does.
I murmur encouragement as he smooths the lather over himself slowly, my eyes are drawn to his smiling up at me. He scoffs "Have your sweets and eat them too." Giggling I lift another plump grape to my lips and bite down on it with a crunch He feigns horror at the joke, then pulls me nearer to him. His sudsy wet hands play across my breasts, cupping them, molding the material to them, before rolling the nipples between his fingers. They pebble under his warm touch immediately, and a sigh escapes my lips, dipping my hand into the warm water I reach to cup his gently swaying balls, and roll them in my palm, his cock twitches beneath the lather and he tugs me closer to him. First mouthing my breasts through the sheer fabric, invisibly covering my skin, then growing firmer into biting sharp nips, I beg him to pull off my gown, the chill of the dampened spots and contrasting warm weight of the fabric where his mouth had been, playing havoc with my senses.
His voice husky as he tells me to do it for him, I step back and begin to lift the short gown over my hips. Swaying softly before him I lift and lower the hem, caressing my thighs, my mound, my waist and breasts before pulling it off and setting it aside. I continue to roll and sway, closing my eyes and soothing my hands over myself, circling my hips from side to side. When I open my eyes, I see him with his stiff cock firmly in his hand, sliding it up and down. It glistens with his own moisture, mixing with silky foam from the bath. The head so wonderfully engorged and dark, taunts me to taste of it's velvety softness; veins raised exquisitely, mapping out the thickness of his long shaft. I move intending to take him, all of him.
He takes hold of my wrist and stops me and requests that I feed him fruit, I agree eagerly. I place a handful of the dark sweet cherries in my palm, then turn to feed him. He admonishes me, "No baby, not that way." And suddenly I know all that is about to happen. I bite the tidbit in half and laugh pulling out the pit, then trace the outline of my lips with the crimson juice. I rest on the ledge next to him and trail the cherry halves down over my neck, around the swell of my breasts, and back to each nipple, ending by covering the tips of them with the small hollowed caps. He leans in to suckle each one off in turn, then follows the dark trail of juice back up to my mouth. Sweetly the flavor lingers in his mouth, while we kiss deeply I halve another and we taste it together again.
We part as he continues to stroke himself, slowly twisting his tight hand down the length of his manhood; I slice up the larger pieces of fruit saving the apple. He mentions something about Eve, as I press a slice of peach past his full lips. We resume kissing, mingling nectar from they variety of fruits. He then reaches past me, grazing the tender points of my nipples with his arm, leaving me breathless. He takes a firm, juicy slice of pear and trails it over my body. Down my stomach, over the mound of neatly trimmed dark hair crowning my slit. Using the wedge of fruit, he parts my swollen tingly lips, and slides it's cool wetness over me.
I catch my breath and ease back, allowing him entry to my slick opening. With a gentle thrust he eases the soft wedge inside of me, then bends to sample the fruit. I part myself for him, he pulls it slightly to nibble off a morsel, then using his tongue he rolls it back over me to my clit. The sensation is exquisite as it drags across the iridescent pink pearl, leaving me yearning, when he swallows the morsel. I beg him, plead with him, demand him. But again he dives his mouth lower to nip off another bit and start the sweet torment all over again. Whimpering for release, I pull him tightly by the hair, guiding his mouth over me. Barely aware of anything but that one moment, that one spot, I cry out his name as he surprises me by plunging another slice into my wetness; instinctively, wantonly I feel myself tighten around it. Time stops. The tightening takes hold of my soul as my body quivers and trembles to orgasm. So magnificent, so all encompassing, so easily lost in the experience, I give in to what seems endless abandon.
Resting against him, slowly recovering from our passion, he tongues and teases my taut nipples, still pebbled from his skillful attention. He eases the slice of pear from inside me and in one motion brings it to my lips as his meet mine. The soft flesh molded and warm, sweetens our kiss and I slide around his lap in the soothing water. Giggling, I splash him playfully as he caresses my tender slit with his solid rod, praising him for the sheer pleasure he has given. I rinse us both with clear water noticing the slight stain darkening the hard, pink, buttons on my chest. I stretch to feed him one then the other; laughing, I chastise him by saying "Do not stop until they are back to dusty pink."
His movements become urgent and the warm water rushes against me while he forces his shaft deeply in the center of my slit. As I feel him move to enter me, I motion for him to rise up on the molded seat, then with a charming sparkle to his eyes, he moves and offers himself to me. His cock stands erect, shiny and purpled at the tip, the waters heat as well as his own redden the engorged shaft. Bending, I ease the tip past my lips, tongue swirling over the satiny skin smoothing over and teasing the opening, my teeth play gently along the ridge of it's tip. His hands entwine in my hair and he forces himself deep within my mouth, raising me quickly, again he plunges my lips down to the base of his shaft. I eagerly allow him to continue until he nears his release, I feel the veins pulse against my lips, his breath jagged. Pulling back, replacing my hand for my mouth I eye him devilishly. "It's my turn to taste the forbidden fruit, sweet love."
He fondled us both as I turned to pick up the glossy dark enormous apple. Quickly I began to hollow out the middle, coring it neatly, then peeling away the skin rimming it's center. Facing him, his cock tight in his fist, I ask "Can Eve be tempted by the serpent?" He groaned in protest, and before he could argue I forced the snug opening of the apple over the head of his swollen cock. I'll never be sure what surprised him more, that, or when I slammed the snug apple down to the base of his shaft. Again he uttered a low throaty groan.
He stammered that it was too snug, too tight, too much. I reassured him by taking the exposed, bursting tip into my mouth. His hands seemed timid on my shoulders as I sucked and licked, ready to pull me away. Then as I slid the fruit up and down his length, he relaxed. The opening smoothed and warmed by the friction, developed into a perfectly molded fit. His hands began to guide me, urging me on. The sight was mesmerizing, the glossy candy red of the apple, ringed narrowly by crisp pure white, then tucked so sweetly in the center, the scarlet filled head. Most tempting indeed, I bit; lifting the apple to just above his flesh. And to return the favor, I grated and mouthed the tip of his cock with tiny bits of pulp.
And for the second time that evening, time stopped again. As I moved the apple over him, holding him, I cupped his heavy sac in my hand gently pulling the loose skin. With his breath so harsh, yet tender in my ears, my name echoing in the small room, I tasted the first spurt of his desire. Keeping his rhythm with my strokes, I felt him surge over my tongue, flow over my lips, and ooze down about the firm fruit. Licking and swirling, savoring his taste, his scent, painting his cock and the upper part of the apple with his own sweet cum, covering him with milky white.
As his hands toyed with my hair, brushing and sweeping it sensually over my scalp and neck, I again ate of the forbidden fruit. The light salt of his cum blending perfectly with the sweet tart apple. I nibbled off bit by bit, my tongue spooning his juice back over the fruit as it slipped down, mixing the flavors in my mouth. As I fed further, the apple split and broke apart in my hands, he took them in his, pulling me to kiss him, guiding them, filled with small bites to our mouths. Lingering over the treat we kissed slowly, deeply, lovingly.
Finally, he slid back into the water and turning me, took me upon his lap. He bathed me there tenderly, as if I were his little girl, washing every inch, rinsing me gently. The picking me up to stand out side of the tub, he dried me just as attentively, and carried me to the bed. We snuggled whispering hopes and dreams, and memories. He then took my face in his tender hands, and repeated the words he proposed to me not so very long ago, word for word, thought for thought, heart for heart. Finishing as before, with the not so decent, yet promising proposals he had made as well. He asked me if remembered, I replied, with a beaming smile. I do.
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