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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The next day seemed more like a week for me but finally the golden hour rolled around and as seven-thirty approached, I found myself walking along Sally's driveway, carrying a shopping bag containing - among other things - a couple of chilled bottles of her favoured Chardonnay. The night was clear but chilly and I was looking forward to getting in to the warmth in more ways than one as I reached out and rang the doorbell.
My breath caught in my throat when the door opened and I took in the vision of loveliness and sexuality stood before me in the hall light. Sally was always beautiful but tonight she had excelled in her make-up and dressing. Her hair was piled high on her head and a scarlet blouse hugged her upper body, emphasising her wonderfully large breasts. While not exactly a mini-skirt, the black leather item came well above the knee, affording me a generous view of her black stockinged legs. Shiny black high-heeled shoes completed the ensemble and I knew I was gaping as she smiled widely and invited me in to her home.
We stepped in to the living room in which we had sat the previous afternoon but the room had taken on an entirely different appearance and ambience. A large log fire burned in the open grate I had failed to notice the day before and the lighting was warm but subdued. As well as Sally's perfume, I could smell peat also burning in the fire and the wonderful odour added something extra special to the atmosphere.
"Come and have a seat by the fire," Sally purred. "You should have worn a warmer jacket. You must be cold."
"Yes," I smiled, "but I'm sure I'll soon warm up." I sat my bag down beside the chair I had occupied previously and removed the two bottles of Chardonnay. "As requested. I've had them in the fridge so they're nicely chilled."
"Two bottles!" she exclaimed, wide eyed. "I hope you don't intend trying to get me tipsy..." She smiled to soften the impact of the question.
"Not at all," I grinned, "I was just hoping our chat would last long enough that we can do them both justice."
"Good answer." She took the bottles carefully from me and headed for the door to the kitchen. "I'll put them in the fridge for now until you get a heat back in your bones."
I removed my jacket and laid it on the settee before taking a seat. If Sally was already curious as to what else I had in my bag, she hadn't given any indication of it.
"I love the smell of peat burning," I told her when she returned and occupied the chair opposite. "It is so homely and warming."
"Definitely," she agreed, crossing one leg over the other and affording me an even more generous glimpse of thigh than the previous day. "We're very lucky in that my husband has a good friend on the Isle of Islay who gets him supplied two or three times a year."
"The whisky isle," I mused. "I should have bought a bottle of single malt instead of the Chardonnay to really add to the atmosphere."
"Well, we could start off with a wee dram - just to help warm you up, you understand - if you would like one?"
"I would like that very much," I confirmed, "but what about the maxim of never mixing the grape with the grain?"
"Let's make a special occasion of it," she suggested. "I'm sure we're both adult enough to control ourselves..."
I wasn't sure if that was intended as a double entendre but I took it at face value for now and Sally moved to a small walnut drinks cabinet against the far wall. She removed a bottle of Laphroaig, two whisky tasting glasses and poured two very generous measures.
"Splash of water to release the flavours?" she asked and headed briefly back to the kitchen to accomplish the task when I nodded my confirmation.
Laphroaig wasn't one of my favourite single malts as I found it exceptionally peaty but sitting sipping away at it in Sally's company had me savouring and enjoying it like never before.
"So are you married?" she asked me, glass in hand.
I shook my head. "No. Couple of long term relationships but never taken the final step. No particular reason. Just never met the right one, I suppose."
She nodded, thoughtfully. "Yes, that seems to be coming more and more the case in recent times. Sad in many ways. I'll have been married forty years next year. Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't married so young, devoting myself to just one man..."
How could I possibly answer a question like that? "Well... I suppose it all comes down to the individual circumstances. If you've been happy during that time and are still happy, maybe that's all the matters." I cursed myself. What was I doing? Trying to talk myself out of my fantasy come true?
She gave a little lopsided shrug. "Yes, I've been happy enough, I suppose. Would have liked children but it just never happened. Still can't help wondering, though...what I may have missed out on?" She seemed to smile at me with her eyes as she drained her glass of whisky.
"I can understand that," I confirmed, nodding and growing slightly more emboldened. "There is sometimes something to be said for an extra bit of excitement and variety in life." I hope I hadn't gone too far with that remark.
"Ready for a glass of wine?" When I nodded, she collected my empty whisky glass and carried it through to the kitchen with her own, returning moments later with two large glasses of Chardonnay, handing me one and seemingly deliberately making sure our fingertips touched.
For the next twenty minutes or so, we debated relationships, marriage and even fidelity in ever more familiar terms. I had no doubt now we were heading in the direction in which I more than anything else wished to proceed and suddenly she made a startling revelation.
"I probably shouldn't tell you this," she said, slowly, almost slyly, "but I've never slept with any man other than my husband."
"Never?" I almost croaked.
"Nope." She shook her head in slow confirmation. "I was a virgin on my wedding night and have remained totally faithful ever since."
"And does that leave you wondering what it may have been like, to know another man?" I ventured, boldly.
"Are you ready for a top up?" she asked, nodding at my empty glass and I briefly thought I had blown it but when she returned with our refilled glasses, she stopped briefly at a hi-fi system, selected a CD and inserted it in to the appropriate slot. Slow, sensual jazz music filled the room, adding to the smokiness of the atmosphere already provided by the peat. She sat our respective glasses down on the tables by our chairs before slowly, languidly walking towards me in an almost feline fashion.
"Would you like to dance?" she purred, reaching a hand out towards me.
"Dance?" I asked, stupidly, taken aback.
"Yes, dance," she enunciated carefully, almost mockingly. "You know, when two people move their bodies together to the time and rhythm of the music."
"I'd love to," I breathed and rose to take her hand. We moved together to the middle of the room and her arms snaked around my neck as I wrapped mine gently around her waist. We started to move slowly to the music and we moved closer until we were dancing cheek to cheek. The softness of her flesh against mine and the scent of her perfume had me growing more aroused by the second and I soon developed the confidence to move my head slightly that I could kiss her ever so gently on the lips. As she began to return my kiss, the embrace grew more intense and we were soon plunging our tongues deep in to each other's mouths.
I pulled her closer to me and moved my hands slowly down to cup the cheeks of her arse, squeezing them through the soft leather and pulling her towards me that she could feel my hardness pressing between our bodies. Moving my hands further down still, I slipped them up under her skirt, over her stocking tops and began squeezing her with growing intensity through soft silk panties.
After a delicious couple of minutes, she eased herself free and took a step back.
"Let's go to the bedroom," she breathed. "I'm sure we can be far more comfortable there..."
She reached out to take my hand again but I briefly hesitated in order to collect my bag.
"What do you want that for?" she asked, puzzled,
"You'll see." I winked before taking her hand and letting her lead me from the room.
Her bedroom was plush and extravagantly decorated, in keeping with everything I had learned about Sally. I was pleased to note that the bed had four wooden posts, one at each corner and not too high but high enough for my intended purpose.
She stopped by the edge of the bed, turned back towards me and we resumed where we had left off in the living room, quickly thereafter toppling on to the bed as our kissing grew ever more frantic. As I moved my attentions down to her neck, I began unbuttoning her blouse before slipping it off her shoulders to reveal a lacy black bra. I kissed the lobes of her ears, her chest, fumbling to loosen before removing her bra.
I had known her breasts would be magnificent but I was briefly frozen and captivated when they were revealed to me in all their glory. Her nipples were dark brown and hard, the size of giant raspberries and her areola were easily the diameter of teacups. I licked at each nipple in turn before slipping them one after another between my lips and suckling like a hungry newborn as I eased down the zip on her skirt.
Forcing myself to release her and turn briefly on to my side, I eased her skirt down with her helping by raising each leg in turn and immediately thereafter her skimpy black panties. I was delighted to find she was clean shaven in her most secret of places. While I do often like a woman to retain her full bush as nature intended, her being shaven meant it would be so much more pleasant for me to carry out my seductive plans in full.
I couldn't recall ever being more aroused in my entire life and as I struggled out my own clothes, kissing and embracing Sally as best I could as I did so, it would have been so easy for me to simply enter her there and then without further preamble. But Sally was special to me and this whole experience had to accordingly be extra special if my ultimate fantasy was to be realised in full so I forced myself to pull back as I gently eased her in to a lying on her back position in the centre of the bed.
When I climbed off the bed, she looked shocked and confused. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"You'll see, my darling," I breathed. "You'll see. This is going to be the most special of nights for us and together we are going to take sexual passion and intensity to new heights..."
I reached for my bag and produced a small leather case, which I slowly unzipped around its outer edge...
[To be continued...] |
