The Gift

What a quaint Italian restaurant, she thought as she entered it. She
gazed round the room slowly to allow her eyes to drink in every
detail of this picturesque little dining room.

Red and white checked table clothes, with wine bottles centered over
them, Each bottle had an almost sculpted effect from the wax that had
trickled down teasing, warming and caressing the glass, as the candles
once tall and erect had surrender themselves for the needed air of
romance.

Frank Sinatra singing Forget Domani, seemed to whisper in her ears
softly as if just a breath, from the old record player sitting in the
corner of the room. Then a bouquet of fragrant scents wafted toward
her noise, daring her to even try to leave without sampling at least a
morsel of the heaven that was sure to follow these intoxicating
aromas.

A brief smile came to her face; this is just like something out of a
Godfather movie. Hmmm, she mused, I will have to make a mental note
to not sit back to the door, she thought with a chuckle.

As if he could read what she was thinking, he was at once there in
front of her. He bent down a bit and whisper tenderly in her
ear, “Don’t be afraid, you know me, every intimate detail of me, all of
my desires, fantasies, needs and wishes. We have fulfilled every
desire that we have imagined, without even touching, and now we will
take each of them to a new facet, one of, unrestricted, immeasurable,
earth - shattering, satisfaction, pleasure and gratification. No, don’t
be
apprehensive, just kiss me, I need to experience the very essence of
you.”

She could feel the warmth of his breath as he whispered words that
elicited a strong non-voluntary response deep with her being. It was
the same each time she heard his voice, deep within her a desire began
to grow, turning from desire to need, need to longing, longing would
inevitably be come and hunger that could only be sated by him. Having
him in such close proximity to her cause her breathing to quicken, her
stomach to tingle, see felt the familiar warmth beginning to grow deep
within her. The excitement of it all caused her to feel a bit heady,
prompting her knees to buckled a bit, at once she felt his strong arms
rescuing her from the grasp of the floor that seemed to be pulling her
downward. He ever so deftly used this opportunity of supporting her to
bring their bodies closer and adjust her position so that they were
finally facing each other.

Doe shaped eyes so dark brown you may think they were ebony, converged
with his deep emerald eyes, so brilliant they reminded her of jewels.

As they look intently into each others eyes for this first time all that
they had experienced thus far together seemed to pass between them
and then pale in comparison to what they knew they would experience now.

As his gaze seemed to caress her face, she saw him take in a deep
breath just as his eyes rested on her plump perfectly shaped lips. She
realized that her lips were open just a bit with desire, as if to
invite him taste an invitation he had no intention of allow to escape
from him. He leaned in and gently brought her up a bit to meet his soft
eager lips, she expected that this would, at least quell the desire
that was inside of her for a brief time, but it only amplify the pent
up hunger and longing that burned deep within her.

She had never been kissed like this before. She felt that as he
pressed him mouth to hers he was revealing her what he would be doing
soon to her open and anxious sex. How would she ever be able to endure
dinner? She was wet now, she just wanted to leave post-haste so she
could explore every inch of him.

She could sense that he knew what feeling she was undergoing and he
looked deep into her eyes and said

“Soon, soon you will feel entirely fulfilled, but come with me now to
our table, I want you to eat something, so your will have all of your
energy for later. I also have a gift for your.”

He led her to quite table in the far corner of the restaurant. The
table was arranged so they could sit next to each other, a deep purple
rose lay waiting her across her plate. She smiles when she saw that
he had arranged the seats so they could both see the door.

“Come, sit I want you to open your gift.”

“Thank you, it was not necessary for you to get me anything.”

Yes, I did and I am sure you will agree once you have opened it.”

In front of her was a box made of silver about three by three with a
simple red bow on it. She began to open it as he poured her a glass of
Cabernet. She removed the ribbon and examined the beautifully etched
silver box. It was hinged on once side she turned it to open it. As
she looked at the contents see, felt the warmth building again, deep
within her stomach. Looking up with longing and lust filled eyes she
looked at him, smiled and said,

“Will you use this on me tonight?”

“Yes, I had hoped that you would like me to.”
This dinner had been exquisite, wonderful food, wine and
conversation. It was as if they had been with each other for years.
They were at complete comfort with each other, as they made their way
to the hotel.

He had gotten to the hotel before meeting her at the restaurant, it was
apparent to her as she entered the room. She found set for them, wine
glasses and a bottle of wine, music playing as they entered, candles
waiting to be ignited, and another purple rose lay on the bed. One of
the bedside tables contained oils, various toys, and a book of erotica
for them to read together. The other bedside table contained all that
was needed for the ritual they had discussed in length in many of their
late night vox conversations.

A basin and pitcher for water, a washcloth, aroma oils, in sandalwood
and vanilla, both fragrances know for aphrodisiac effects, the vanilla
to educe childhood like memories and aid in their role-play. A large
towel lay on the floor on that same side as these items.

As she removed her coat and shoes, he lit the candles and then took the
pitcher and filled it with very warm water. She then retrieved the
gift he had bestowed upon her at the restaurant and placed it next to
the basin on the table. Then as if she took her place on the towel,
as He placed a few drops of each oil in the bottom of the basin and
then poured the warm almost hot water over it. The fragrance of the
oil seemed to swathe them, just as a mother would swathe her child,
giving them comfort, relaxation and adding to the desire that was
running rampant in them.

Placing the pitcher back on the stand, he turned to her and looked into
her amazing chocolate colored eyes. He bent slightly to kiss her on
the forehead, without any exchange of words between them, it was
as if all words had been spoken so many times on the phone they
could hear them without uttering them tonight.

With the advantage of his height, he was able to reach behind her and
unzip her dress while still standing in front of her. He then freed
her from her dress by bringing the shoulders of the garment forward and
off her shoulders. As the lace garb drop to the floor it reveled
her cream bustier, that was pushing her beautiful tan breasts up, so
smooth and enticing, It was all he could do to continue on with their
ritual. He paused for a moment and allowed his eyes drink in the
beauty facing him. A cream satin garter belt that perfectly matched her
bustier held up her nylons. The cream satin flawlessly accented her
dark tan skin.

She could see how difficult as it was for him to keep his mind on the
task. It wouldn’t be much longer she thought until she would enjoy
him, experiencing, caressing, suckle her. As she thought of him
enjoying her in this way it caused her breathing to quicken a bit, and
as she looked up she could see the effect was not going unnoticed by
him.


Noticeably he forced himself to go back to the basin and retrieve the
wash cloth, turning back to her he continue on by gently sponging her
chest and then working his way down the top of each of her breasts,
then gently lifting them just a bit to complete his commission on the
underside of each breast. He continued down her stomach to the top of
her garter belt. Placing the cloth back in the basis, he paused
briefly to remove his shirt. Reveling his firm stomach and well worked
abs and strong arms.

He revived the warmed cloth again; he then moved his body forward a
bit to reached around her to continue down her back. As, he did this
her firm nipples brushed again his chest, moans escaped both of them
this time. All most to the point of unbearable, the luscious tension
was building between them. She felt that his touch in this way alone
could bring her the point of fruition. It was discernible the force it
was taking him to not wrap his arm around her, but he did pull away and
place the cloth back in to the basin.

He then walked to the other side of the bed, and opened it up
completely, he then returned to her, gently scooped her up and placed
her on her back on the bed. She smiled gently at him as the
anticipation of this moment grew for her. In their phone
conversations, this moment would always leave her breathless. This was
something she would replay repeatedly in her mind; she would recall
this described experience, even when she pleasured herself alone.

He returned her smile, and she could see that he knew the affect that
this was having on her. He began by unhooking her nylons, first the
left, gently he begin rolled down the nylon, using both of his hands to
encircle her elegant leg. His touch in this way was so powerful that
it alone could have caused her to relinquish to him, he paused briefly
to allow her to evoke the control needed to contain the ecstasy that
was building deep with in her. Once she had gain as much restraint as
she could he moved on to the other leg, again bring her deliciously
close to the edge of elation.

He then moved back up to give his attention to removal of her garter.
With great skill, he unhooked the satin fabric that had held her nylons
in place and hid the treasure he craved to taste. The garter dropped
down from her hip to lay lifeless on the bed. She felt the warm caress
of his gem like eyes, from her perfectly coiffure hair, pausing at her
ample breast, down her stomach, hesitating at the lace that hide the
prize he craved, along her legs to her perfectly manicured feet.

She could see that she was not the only one that was feeling the effect
of this, and she knew the next step would only cause the temperature
and tension in the room to rise even more.

He once again gazed at her as she lay on the bed, and as he turned his
attention to her lacey panties.

“You wore the pair that I sent you,” he said with a smile on his face.

“Of course I did, as beautiful as they were and your asked if I would,
I could not deny such a request.

His heart was pounding deeply with in his chest, and his rock hard
manhood was pulsing at same tempo as his heart. He reached over to the
left side of her hip and gently tugged at the sting that joined the
panties together front to back. He gently brushed his hand against the
front of her throbbing mound as he move to tug the string on the right
side of her panties. This brief touch cased her to react almost
instinctively by gently lifting her hips up a bit. He then tugged the
other string to completely loosening the imprison glory that lay hidden
with in them. He then gently again brushed the top of her mound with
the confidence of obtaining the identical upward movement of her hips,
allowing him to almost free her completely of the lace. Once more as
if a snake charmer he again caressed her gently to complete his quest
of bring her complete freedom.

She now lay completely naked on the bed. He reached over and wring out
the cloth so he could continue down her stomach to her hot pulsating
mound that lay in way for his touch. Once he had concluded with the
cloth he replaced it in the basin and he then reached for a bottle of
liquid soap that had been infused with a soft musky vanilla sent as
well.

He placed a dollop of the soap in his left and proceeded to rub his
hand together with a bit of water to produce a wonderful lather. He
then turned to her and gently began to stroke her waiting mound. She
yet again lifted up toward him, however this time she also began to
spread her legs a bit bring her knees up revealing her amazing sex.

Once he had achieved what he felt was a sufficient amount of lather he
rinsed his hand in the basin, bending over as he dried his hands he
placed a tender kiss on her lips. She had wished that he had ravaged
her lips; she really was unsure how much more she would be able to
withstand, before she would seize him out of his trousers and quell
this fiery lust in her sex.

She could see he was conscious of her impending need as he reached
over to open the silver box he had given her. With great skill, he
assembled the gift careful not to cut himself in the process. With one
final twist, it was together. Taking a towel he positioned himself
over her soap conceal sex and ever so tenderly brought the razor across
the top of her mound, with great attention and skill. As he drew the
razor across this remarkable prize, removing the lather he had so
delicately placed it revealed an even silkier patch of skin. He deftly
shaved a few more strokes to complete her the top of her mound. Wiping
any excess soap, he then leaned in and began to gently caress this
freshly shaved skin lips. It was as if rubbing satin and velvet
together the combineing of his soft lips and her newly shaved bundle. In
almost complete ecstasy from his touch, she raised her knees up and
opened her legs for him to again lather her hot awaiting pussy lips.