Brief Vignettes: The Encounterbystoryguy62©
I saw you from across the restaurant. Captivated by you, really. I watched every movement you made. The way you dabbed the moisture from your lips. The way you absent-mindedly caressed your water glass while listening to the conversation around you.
I saw how your silken blouse fell forward as you bent to pick up your purse, giving just the barest indication of the luscious curves that remained hidden. I saw the way the slit in your skirt revealed the splendor of your legs as you stood, providing the onlooker with a vague hint of what lay above. Did I see something or didn't I? I don't know, but the image was enough to fire the imagination of what might or might not have been seen.
I saw your companions leave, and as you prepared to leave as well, I swiftly summoned my waitress and thrust enough money toward her to pay my bill and provide a generous tip. How generous? I really don't know, because my eyes and attention were focused more on you than on anything else. I slipped out the door as you engaged your waitress in small talk as you paid your bill, and it was all I could do to not stand and listen to the music in your voice.
I stood outside, by my car at the corner, watching for you to leave. I smiled to myself as I saw you walking in my direction, still unaware of having taken me captive with your eyes and your form. As you walked by me, I reached out a hand and pulled you to myself and kissed you, softly but quickly. Seeing the fear in your eyes, I whispered, "If you wish for me to leave you, I will, but I have no desire to bring you harm, only pleasure."
With your glance at my car, and your look into my eyes, I saw the flash of fear replaced with a spark of desire, a spark which soon consumed your face, giving you a look of passion that no man could hope to resist. I leaned forward again, and this time your lips sought out mine, your tongue brushing my lips until they soon parted to allow our tongues to being the duel of desire, the dance that goes back to the dawn of time.
My arms encircled your waist as you pulled my face more tightly to your own, and my hands began to explore the wonders of your body. The gentle slope of your lower cheeks, the satin skin of your neck and arms. Upon this onslaught of passion and beauty, my own body could not help to respond, and the heat of my own desire soon became evident to us both.
I whispered into your ear, "Let's continue this somewhere more private. Your place or mine?"
You responded, "Yours", and grabbing my crotch for emphasis, you added, "and hurry!"
I opened the door of my car for you and once you were in, I quickly moved to the driver's side. Before starting the engine, I reached across your body to grab your seat belt, and I pulled it across your body. As the buckles brushed across your nipples and my fingers touched your thigh, I saw you breathing deeply with undeniable excitement, and breathing a short prayer for an absence of speed traps, I set out for my apartment building.
I pulled into my parking spot, and before I could get out and open your door, you were already out and striding expectantly toward the front door of the building. A brief nod to the doorman, and we entered the elevator. Ever grateful for the absence of elevator operators, we fell quickly and hungrily into each other's arms, my mouth seeking yours as your mouth sought mine. As the doors opened on my floor, I don't believe anybody was waiting or watching, but it wouldn't have mattered as we only saw each other and only felt the touch of our bodies, enmeshed and overcome with desire.
Reluctantly, we separated to walk down the hall to my apartment, and as we passed through the door, you took the initiative, grabbing me by the lapels and pressing me up against the inside wall. I wrapped my arms around you and lifted you up that your legs might encircle my waist, and in this position, I carried you to my bedroom.
I cannot tell you what became of the silk and the cotton and the linen that had been our clothing, because in an instant, they were gone, and my yearning flesh was desperately pressed against yours as we lay on the bed together.
My mouth lowered to your nipples, stiff and erect, and still I felt them tremble beneath the touch of my tongue. With my hand, I reached down to caress the moist folds of your pussy, feeling the moisture drenching my fingers with your sweet dew. As I slid my finger inside, I heard your gentle moan. Your hand similarly reached down to grasp my erect staff, and taking it in your hand, I sighed at the exquisite sensation.
Suddenly, your hand left my cock and grasped the wrist of my hand which had been exploring your moist womanhood. Pulling my hand away, you whispered, "Later. I want you in me now!"
I quickly position myself between your legs, the head of my cock aimed at your pussy lips, and began the slow decent into the rapture of your warmth. I began stroking my cock in and out, careful to aim to brush your clit on every stroke, and you rewarded me with passionate kisses, sighs, moans, and trembling.
Moving ever more swiftly, probing ever more deeply, and thrusting ever harder, it became evident soon that the moment of climax would not be long in coming for either of us. I fought to retain control amidst the moist velvet of your womanhood, but as you began to move from trembling to spasms of release, I could no longer hold back, and sliding my cock inside you one last time, I felt the ripple of your climax upon my flesh, and my own climax began to follow your lead.
My seed mingling with your juices, my outpouring filling you, we cried out together until our lips again sought one other in this time of divine agony.
Then, like any flood or thunderstorm, the tide ebbed, and the fierceness subsided. I began to soften within you even as I collapsed next to you. Pulling you to me, your head resting on my shoulder, I breathed deeply. As we recovered ourselves for a moment, we began to drift off to sweet dreams, but I stayed awake long enough before closing my eyes to kiss you one more time, and to murmur in your ear, "Happy Anniversary, Darling."
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