"Happy Valentine's Day!" you say, grinning ear to ear. “I'm your present from James, I hope you like me," you add with a little uncertainty noting the surprised look on my face.
A big smile lights up my face and I take you by the hand and eagerly pull you inside. Then I frame your face between my hands and kiss you deep and fiercely. You wrap your arms around me and nestle me against your growing erection. I lead you into the kitchen where James has set up Champagne, strawberries and melted chocolate sauce.
Apparently, tonight's agenda includes some extra tasty treats to liven up the festivities. We treat ourselves to a glass of Champagne each and chat amiably about nothing while we each let our nerves settle down and let arousal settle in.
I notice your eyes tracking my body, taking in the molded skin-tight pencil skirt, the flowing muslin blouse with the lace topped chemise underneath. Your gaze slides down my shapely, bare legs, over delicate ankles to the ice pick heels I'm wearing. Then it slowly meanders back up to rest on my cleavage.
My breath gets heavier as the weight of your stare gets my juices flowing. The conversation has died off and been replaced with the sounds of strained breath as our mutual arousal gains intensity.
"Let's take this up stairs shall we?" I suggest.
"Good idea," you agree. "But let me get something from the car really quickly."
"That's fine," I say, "I've got to put all these goodies on a tray to bring with us."
I'm just finishing up with the tray when you come back inside. We climb the stairs together, with me carrying the tray, and you, the package you've retrieved from your car.
When we enter my bedroom, it's to find that James has been to work there, too. Candlelight and incense, the kind that is designed to heighten arousal -- and thus pleasure -- are the accompaniment to black satin sheets and a bowl of warmed flavored massage oil.
A note is placed against the bowl of oil. I lay the tray on the bed and pick up the note. Its reads: "Enjoy him! I'll be joining you both soon enough. Love, James." I smile and lay the note back on the night stand. Then I turn to you.
"So we've got some time to ourselves. How would you like to spend it?"
You walk over and hand me the package you brought from the car.
"I'd like to start out by seeing you in this."
I open the package and pull out the satin and lace teddy in bright electric blue and black. Nestled in the tissue paper beneath it is a pair of black thigh high stockings and electric blue peep toe snake skin stilettos.
A slow, wicked smile spreads across my face and I toe out of my heels and start unbuttoning my blouse where I stand. I go slowly, dragging out the moment, second by suspense filled second. One button, then the next, as more lace and cleavage is exposed. Finally I let the blouse slide from my shoulders and hit the floor.
The suspense proves to be too much for you as I slide the skirt down my hips and you come to stand behind me and run your hands up my arms, over my shoulders and around to cup my breasts. Your thumbs graze my nipples clumsily as this exploration is new to you. Then you grip the hem of my chemise and pull it over my head, tossing it aside.
I hook my thumbs into the elastic of my black silk thong and slide it off my hips, letting it too hit the floor. I kick it off my ankle and then together we pour me into the skin tight teddy. Balancing like a graceful egret on one leg at a time, I slip on one, then the other stocking up to my thigh and hook the garters in place with your help. Lastly come the stilettos. I pirouette for you to admire the newly dressed package.
"Well, what do you think?"
Plucking a strawberry out of the dish on the tray, you dip it into the chocolate and let it drizzle down my neck.
"MMM, I think I'm going to enjoy devouring you an inch at a time."
Then you trace your tongue along the trail left by the chocolate before feeding me the tip of the strawberry.
My lips part and I slowly, teasingly, swirl my tongue over the chocolate covering the end of the succulent red fruit before sinking my teeth into its delicate meat. I let my mouth linger there, my lips grazing your fingertips.
Swallowing, my gaze travels over your entirely too clothed body. For too many weeks now, I've been dying to get my hands on you. I start to unbutton your shirt. Your hands move to your belt but I teasingly slap them away. I open your shirt and trail my fingertips over your hard chest with no more pressure than that of a feather. Then I follow that same trail with my mouth. Lips and tongue tease lightly over exposed skin. Everywhere my hands roam, my mouth follows.
The scent of your body entices and arouses me. I can't wait to see and feel the rest of you, but I want to draw out my pleasure, so I take my time. I feel your breathing quicken, and smile as I slowly unbuckle your belt. You kick off your shoes as I undo your pants and slide them off. I'm pleasantly surprised to find you free styling underneath.
Your hot, hard cock jumps as I graze the backs of my fingers over your shaft. It pulses in response, but I'm not done with you yet. As I said, I want to draw out my pleasure. It's my turn to feed you a strawberry, but not before I return the gesture and use it to paint chocolate onto your chest. I use my tongue to clean every last drop of it from your heated flesh. Finally, I bring the berry to your lips and you tease my fingers with your tongue before finishing the fruit. By mutual unspoken agreement, we both climb onto the bed.
You push me onto my back and murmur into my ear, tracing the soft shell like contours of it with lips and tongue. “I'm going to teach you the art of surrender."
My breath shudders out in excitement and anticipation. My muscles tense up. I'm not good at surrender. You pull the top of the teddy down, exposing my erect nipples. Then dipping another strawberry into the chocolate you drip it onto my nipples and into the valley of my cleavage. Then you draw the tip of the fruit against my breasts, teasing my pebble hard nipples with its rough texture.
My nerves are screaming with sensation and my stomach tightens with desire. I feel the heat pooling between my legs as my shaved bare mound starts to dampen.
You use your tongue on me again, lapping up the chocolate. Then you bite off the tip of the strawberry and drip its juices onto my nipples as well. You lap that up and feed me the rest of the strawberry. My chest is heaving, my skin furnace hot with need. You lean in and I lift my head to meet your mouth with mine.
Our tongues dance and wrestle, our hot breath mingling. I breathe in the unique scent that is your essence, so different from that of my husband, and I can feel the wetness start to slide down between my legs. I start to bring my arms around you, but you catch my wrists and pin them above my head.
"Not yet. Remember, you need to learn to surrender."
I whimper with need, but I subside for now.
"That's a good girl" you praise me. "Don't you want to learn to be my slut?"
"Yes," I pant in response.
My reward is your tongue on my nipples again, this time accompanied by your grazing teeth. You nibble and suckle, nudge and nip until I'm positively writhing beneath you. My wrists are still pinned under your hand, your body is poised hovering over mine.
"More! Please, I want more!" I breathe.
"You'll have more," you assure me. "Patience, my little slut. Patience."
God but it's so hard to be patient.
You let go of my wrists long enough to help me out of the teddy, taking particular care to leave the stockings and stilettos on. Then you lay me back down and lean over to retrieve the massage oil. You rub your hard but gentle hands over every inch of my chest, abdomen and thighs, working me into a near frenzy. You slide your slick fingers over and between my swollen lips, damp already with my need. I arch my back a little, pushing myself into your hand more.
"Please! I need more! I want you inside me!" I beg.
Slowly, tortuously you slide one then two fingers into my wet heat. I cry out with aroused pleasure as I grind myself against your slowly thrusting fingers. You bring me right to the edge, but you don't take me over yet.
"Please don't stop!" I all but weep.
"Don't be selfish my little slut. Your master isn't finished teaching you the art of surrender. There's more to it than just receiving pleasure. There's giving it as well."
You then direct me to use the massage oil to rub you down from head to toe. Your mahogany eyes burn into mine as I knead my fingers into your hot hard flesh. I trail my tongue over your skin following where my fingers have aroused. I tease and nip your nipples with my lips and teeth then work my way down to your throbbing cock. I slide my oil slicked hands up and down your shaft. Then I lean in to take you into my mouth but you stop me.
"Not yet. I have something special in mind for that soon." You roll onto your stomach and instruct me to continue the massage. "Don't forget to pleasure my ass as well," you command me.
I do as I'm told, my desire at an almost painful peak. I want more. I want your hands on me, your mouth. But I have to surrender my wants in order to get what I need. Your cock!
I slide my hands over your sculpted ass and run my finger between your ass cheeks. I find that tiny puckered hole and start to massage the pad of my finger against it.
"MMM that's it my little slut. Finger fuck me."
I dip my finger into the massage oil and the slide it slowly, carefully into your nether hole. In and out, slowly, then faster and faster at your encouragement. Then you stop me before you reach your peak. You lay me back down on the bed, and then position yourself so that your cock is dangling in my face in a sixty-nine position.
"Swallow my cock my little slut!"
I don't have to be told twice! Eagerly I wrap my mouth and tongue around your appetizing meat. I use my hands, my fingers, my lips, tongue, even carefully slide the edges of my teeth against your swollen head and shaft. And such a beautiful cock it is too, so tasty. I take you all the way into the back of my throat, swallowing the length of you with fervor.
Meanwhile, you attack my throbbing clit with abandon! You swirl it around in your mouth with your lips and tongue, rubbing against the shaft and teasing the nub. You slide your fingers in my now dripping cunt, finger fucking me while your tongue does incredible things to my clit. I'm moaning against your cock in my throat as I get closer and closer to my peak.
I feel your cock get harder and harder as you get close yourself. Finally your cock spasm's the beginning of your orgasm and the first pearly rope of your cum hitting my tongue sends me over the edge. I scream out my orgasm even as you continue to spill your seed into my mouth, my pussy throbbing around your still buried fingers.
"That's my good girl! Swallow my spunk!" you encourage me.
That's an easy command to follow.
We indulge in a recovering glass of Champagne and nibble some strawberries before moving onto the next phase of this seduction. When we get our breath back, you pull me onto your lap to straddle your still hard cock.
"I want you to stay very still and let me guide you in what to do. Can you do that?"
I bite my lower lip in nervous anticipation, "I think so.