She Was Beautiful III

III

Oh, there was no doubt I was attracted to her.  Her intellect, wit, and sense of humor, her wonderful clean smell, the way she moved in kind of a silky, seductive way.  All were an aphrodisiac to me.  Much more than her body, enveloped in the seductive dress she was wearing. I was certainly hooked. 

 

 

I caressed her long neck with my eyes, tracing the path my lips would take, drifting down through her cleavage.  I would run my hands into her beautiful hair, locking them in handfuls of it, using the advantage to turn her head so her neck was open and exposed to my mouth.  I would start kissing her behind her ear and slowly, teasingly slide my kisses, my bites, down her neck to where it joins her shoulders, then move back to suck her beautiful, full lower lip into my mouth. 

 

 

My house was only a couple of blocks away.  I’ll take her there, start a fire in the fireplace, place her on a blanket in front of it, and slowly, very slowly, using only my mouth and my caresses, tease her into orgasm after orgasm.  I will bathe her in the warmth of the fireplace as well as her own viscous warmth.  It would only be after that, that I would allow myself to surrender.  I could tell it was going to be fantastic. 

 

 

I was thinking all this and all the other things I would do to her as I steadied her, paid the bill, returned the look from my friend and the bartender, and walked her out to the curb.  I slipped the cabby a $20, gave him her address, and walked home … alone. 

 

 

She called the next afternoon … “Why didn’t you take me home, didn’t you find me attractive?” 

 

 

“On the contrary, I found you very attractive,” I said.  “It’s because you’re married.” 

 

 

“But, I’m getting a divorce.” 

 

 

“I’m sure that’s probably true but you still live with your husband.”  (I didn’t know for sure if this was true, but I thought I’d throw it out and see what she said.) 

 

 

– Continued –