It’s a special day – your birthday perhaps, I tell you a few days before that we’ll be going out ...”Somewhere nice, so wear something you feel really good in – something sexy might be good.” I suggest with a smile.
To your surprise, for our ‘special evening’, I drive away from the city. You’d been sure we would be spending the evening in a hotel and started to wonder what the night held in store. For the past two days I’d been dropping hints about wanting this to be a memorable night, something “exciting” and “out of the ordinary”.
Your curiosity had been aroused even more when you’d seen me place a small, velvet bag in the overnight bag I’d packed before we set off. You hadn’t asked but you were fairly sure there was something of a sexual nature attached to that bag. You’d decided not to ask me anything but let the tension build, flirting with me as we started out. But now where were we going? You become amused and intrigued as we drive for about ninety minutes out of town, for the latter part along the rough tracks of a State forest, the moon full and creamy in the summer sky. I turn off onto a narrow track, which doesn’t seem to lead anywhere until I pull the car up outside the dark shape of a low building. Finding our way by the moonlight, I lead you the short distance to the door of what seems to be a holiday cabin. Near the coast you realize, as you can hear waves breaking on rocks a short distance away. Holding your hand, I lead you through the door into what appears to be quite a well-furnished room. I point out a comfortable sofa, where you sit and watch with increasing amazement as I move around the room lighting candle after candle – dozens of them, to slowly reveal a large, tasteful room whose centerpiece is a rustic table filled with delicacies; cheeses, canapés, fruit, bottles of wine and a large bucket of ice crammed with champagne bottles. You start to wonder how I could have organized all this but your thoughts are interrupted by an offer of champagne from me, the dancing flames of countless candles reflected off the frosted glass. You have only just tasted your first chocolate-dipped strawberry when you feel my hands on your shoulders. You are sitting down and I’m standing behind you, my body close against your back. You continue eating the fruit, appearing to be oblivious, as my hands move gradually downwards, relishing the satin smoothness of the material of your dress and the warmth of your body underneath. You lean your head back and tantalizingly drop the last bite of strawberry into your open mouth at the same time as my palms cup your breasts. My hands curve around their shape and feel the weight of them as my thumbs slide across the quickly hardening nipples. I hold your hand and stand you up, turning you round to face me. I smile as I stand back to admire you in your sexy, short, black dress. I gaze at your lovely face, that amazing cleavage, the wonderful curve of your waist and hips. I feel a strange mix of spiritual connection and primeval lust. I tell you to take your dress off. You reach behind and unzip it, shrugging your shoulders to let it fall at your feet. You hear me sigh, almost groan when I see that you have worn your slinkiest, black teddy underneath. I reach out, you think to caress your body at first but then I take you by the arm and lead you up a couple of steps to a raised part of the room. This portion of the cabin is divided into two sections by a kind of elaborate lattice (an exotic Arabian Nights flavour to it, you think). Each of these “rooms” contains a soft queen-size bed covered in cushions and surrounded by a sheer, white muslin drape. I move towards the furthest bed, slide the curtain to one side and tell you to lie down on your back. You relax and watch as I undress down to my briefs, you can see that I’m aroused and as I move closer and stand beside the bed, you reach out and lightly trace the outline of the bulge in my underwear with your fingertips. I start to stroke inside the thigh of your slightly raised leg as you now cup your hand around my bulge. You can feel my crotch moving and growing as you start to move your other hand over your own body. You writhe your body languorously as your left hand moves over your breast, squeezes a nipple for a while, then snakes lower. You notice my eyes widen slightly as you move your hand between your legs, pressing and massaging your crotch. Slow moans escape your lips as you rub yourself through the flimsy material of your teddy and you feel the first touches of wetness on your fingers. You tell me to take my briefs off – you want to see what kind of an effect you’re having on me. As I remove the last of my clothes, my cock springs free and you see that the head is already quite wet but not yet as fully hard as you know it can be. You decide to give me a real show and, as I kneel on the bed next to your hips, you snap open the fasteners at the crotch of your teddy. Now you can give full attention to your own body, knowing from past experience what a thrill I will get from watching you excite yourself.