The day dawned in a splash of color and clouds. Warm sunlight glinting off the river bounced rays of color along glass canyons. It would be a hot day. The brisk walk down Wacker Drive already caused a trickle of sweat to run down his back as he hurried along. He was heading to his office and work, but his mind was far from there. It had been several months since he and Sheryl had seen each other. She lived in another city, traveled occasionally to Chicago. They met while he was working on a project in Kansas. The relationship began as a casual greetings in the halls, though from the first moment Steve felt attraction. For months they passed each other daily, or shared an elevator, rarely saying more than "Hi."
Sheryl took the first step. It was just another morning walking to work when Steve came up next to her and said good morning.
"Hi there, how are you today?" she replied.
"Great, another day in paradise," he joked back.
"So you travel here every week?"
"Yeah, fly in on Sunday night then back out on Thursday"
"I bet hotel rooms and restaurants get old."
"They sure do. As nice as a hotel may be, it's still a hotel room. I enjoy good food and wine, but I sure get tired of dinner alone."
"Yeah, that’s no fun." Sheryl said glancing at him. She’d been attracted to Steve as well. He was average height, in decent shape for his age, impeccably dressed. His platinum hair was short and his piercing blue eyes seemed always attentive. He was someone she could enjoy, intellectually and physically.
"If you ever want some company for dinner, let me know."
"Thanks. That would be great. I'd love company. Is there an evening that works for you?"
"How about tomorrow?" she replied and they made the date.
Sheryl was an Irish beauty, blessed with a flawless complexion, stunning red hair and curves where a woman should have curves. She had a compelling aura, a sensuous, fun-loving spirit simmering just below her refined surface, tinged ever so slightly with sadness. You don't reach the midpoint of life (whatever that means) without experiencing sorrow along the way. Perhaps it was a shared sense of promise and loss, expectations and disappointment that drew them together.
Steve was the naïve one. Though older he'd lived a subdued life, burdened for years by self-imposed morality and religious restriction. He'd left that world a decade before with anticipation and excitement. Determined to taste pleasure and joy, he'd flirted with life and hungered for experience, but was still reserved. While they didn't know it yet, there would be a balance between them, a Ying and Yang that would offer mutual fulfillment.
Dinner began comfortably enough, good food and a nice French wine in a quaint atmosphere. Sheryl led the way that night, gradually and gently unveiling the thought that they might share more than just good Bordeaux. Initially surprised by her liberated expression of desires, Steve was flattered and aroused. Thoughts of Sheryl in his arms, her firm breasts pressed against him, had more than once filled his imagination. She opened the door to satisfy mutual longings and he gladly crossed the threshold.
Their love-making that first night was intense. His tender caress and hungry kisses were matched by her confidence and raw sexual energy. She knew how to touch him, to take him in her mouth, consuming him with warmth. As she drew his hard cock inside, his kisses and impassioned thrusting urged her toward orgasm, while she squeezed, pulled and teased him. Their simultaneous climax engulfed their entwined bodies in waves of unbelievable pleasure. He collapsed against her then rolled to her side. Gently playing his fingers over her still swollen nipple, he said "Now that's a first."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's the first time I've had an orgasm at the same time as my partner."
"Really? It's all a matter of muscle control", she said with a wicked smile, "and I like practicing my control. Want to try again?"
"I'm going to need a little recovery time" he laughed, "but I bet you don't, and I know why God gave me a tongue." With that he kissed and licked down her breasts over her belly to taste the sweetness of her smoothly shaved pussy.
Months had passed since that first evening together. During that time their getting together had been infrequent with the duties of work and travel often interfering. When they did get together Sheryl was the adventurer, leading Steve to new and different sexual territories. Each episode was etched in his memory, a delightful place to revisit in quiet moments, usually leading to self-pleasure.
Then his project had come to an end and he returned home. While they talked occasionally and exchanged notes via e-mail, today would be the first in months they'd see each other. So as he walked into work that morning, enjoying sunshine and the river, his mind was already wondering what unique pleasures lay in store that afternoon. Just then his cell phone buzzed. "Hello?"
"Hi sexy, just wanted to let you know I got in OK this morning."
"Great!" he replied, "Does your day look crazy?"
"I've got to make a few calls, but I should be back to the hotel by 4:00. I can't wait to see you."
"Me too!" he said. "I'll pick up a bottle of wine"
"Yummy! See you then."
As you can imagine, Steve was not quite 100% work focused that day. He attended meetings, completed reports, but his mind strayed often to what lay ahead. He didn't know what Sheryl had in store, only that she had promised to surprise him. Anticipation was sweet and as morning waned into afternoon he savored each advancing minute.
Sheryl's hotel was not far from his office, so at 4:00 PM he left the office to walk over. The day had grown hotter, the pavement sending shimmering heat waves back to the sky. The rush-hour crowd hurrying to commuter trains and busses had not yet reached gargantuan proportions and for a moment Steve walked alone, lost in reverie of a prior rendezvous.
That time Sheryl had arrived at his hotel room, rushed from the day but ready to relax and enjoy. Steve poured the wine to let it breathe and held out a glass to her, wearing the white cotton hotel bathrobe and a smile.
"That is so nice!" she said, kissing him softly after taking a sip of the wine, reaching down to stroke his cock through the open robe. "Let me go rinse off a little."
As she was in the bathroom, Steve lost the robe and stood naked by the window, savoring the wine. He looked out on the city, the traffic rushing by, and wondered whether others were rushing home to lovers, or whether their hectic lives left time for lovers or wine. Even husbands and wives should be lovers, he thought.
Sheryl came out of the bedroom, tiny droplets of water glistening on her alabaster skin. Steve sensed her approach from behind then felt her nipples brush his back as her arms encircled his waist. He reached behind and pulled her to him, her pubis mound pushing against his firm butt. She kissed his shoulder as he leaned back against her and she grasped his rising cock. As he turned around she held him, teasingly stroking as his mouth met hers. His hands moved to her nipples and gently teased them to hardness, the skin of her areola rising with goose-bumps as testament to her excitement. Breaking their embrace she said, "Come over to the bed. I have something for you."
He hesitated, not wanting to let her go and bent down to suckle her nipple. She pulled his head against her breast and leaned back a little as his hand moved down to stroke her pussy. "Come over to the bed," she repeated and led him across the room. "Lie down on your stomach."
Steve smiled and did as she asked. Her hands began to stroke his back and down his legs. She touched along his inner thigh, gently spreading his legs in the process. Her hands moved up to his butt cheeks and she massaged, sliding her fingers up his back as well. The movements stopped for a moment, and then she was massaging his skin with scented oil. Her fingers moved along the crack of his ass. The oil was warm and wet as her finger played along his butt. Slowly, tentatively, she slid a finger into his butt hole, feeling the tightness. His moan of pleasure brought a smile. "Is this OK?" she asked, as she continued to stroke her finger in and out of his ass.
"Yes – different but nice" he replied.
"Get up on your hands and knees" she said. "Move down towards me."
Again he did as asked. Now she had access to his balls and cock. She straddled his legs, slipping one of hers between. She put more lubricant on her hands and stroked from his bottom, along his scrotum and up his cock. Her hand moved in a gliding, turning motion, caressing and pulling the length of his hard shaft.
Distracted by the sheer pleasure of her manipulations, Steve was only slightly aware of her other hand playing with his anus. She continued to probe and stroke him. Then, with his butt hole relaxed and wet, she slowly slipped a small butt-plug into his ass. He felt the insertion and pushed back against her, allowing his butt to take all of it.
"How does that feel?" she asked.
"It all feels good," he replied.
She continued stroking his cock and balls, while slowly moving the butt plug in and out of him. As she pleasured him, her breast brushed across his ass and back and she would push her pussy against his thigh. All of this was incredibly arousing for Steve.
"God," he said "my cock feels like it's huge! If you don't stop I'm going to cum!"
"It's OK baby, you can cum. Or do you want to cum inside me?"
"Yes, I want to be inside you"
She stopped her manipulations and slid up on the bed next to him. Spreading her legs she guided his throbbing cock into her hot pussy. From the tension in his body she could feel it wouldn't be long. He loved the way she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her, the walls of her vagina squeezing and sucking on his hard penis. In seconds his orgasm erupted and he poured himself into her.
"I'm sorry – I should have held on longer"
"Never apologize for an orgasm," she said. "I love it when you cum. I love to feel you pulsing inside me. I enjoy giving you pleasure, you enjoy giving it to me – it's not about perfect balance or equal orgasms, it's about sharing our bodies and great sex!"
That vivid memory slipped to the forefront as he drew closer to her hotel. What is it attracts two people? Why do we see tantalizing beauty in one, so often hidden from view, but can't find it in others? What comprises beauty? Steve chuckled at his inclination to wax philosophical.
