It was a beautiful Southern California day. Not too hot, not too cold. Blue skies with a little breeze coming off the ocean. We decided that we would spend the afternoon at my place relaxing, having a few drinks, feasting on a few things I made in the kitchen, recipes from my chef's school binder. You promised me your health insurance was paid up just in case my stuff bombed.

I hear your knock. When I open the door, the first thing I see is your smile. Then my eyes feast on your magnificent long blonde hair. Just like I like it, it’s parted off to one side and you’ve let it fall forward, covering one eye. You constantly tease me with it. Flirtatious you with all that hair!

To make things worse, I see that you are wearing a sheer black tank top with nothing underneath, your nipples are clearly visible. You have on a sexy long floral skirt that I like. As you enter, you look at me. You have a playful look on your face.

You spin around and ask me, “Like my outfit? Do you like what you see?”

I smile back and, looking at your hardened nipples, say, “Absolutely! Are we being a little naughty today or what?”

I pull you into me. I reach around you, put my hands on your ass, and spread your buns apart. You love the sensation of one of your most private places being opened up as I whisper into your ear, “I want to be naughty with you today.” 

You push your body closer into mine and flip your hair. I look at you, “God, your hair is going to give me a heart attack!”

I feel your breasts pressing into my chest. I let go of your ass and place my hands under them, lifting them, and feeling their weight. You close your eyes and let out a little moan. It only takes a second for you to feel a tingle between your legs as blood rushes into your lips. They began to swell. You need sex.

We kiss softly. I whisper into your ear, “I want you to relax and let me please you today.” Your knees weaken a little as I grab your hand and we head for the kitchen. I look into your eyes. “Just let go.”

You smile, “I will.”

Dinner prep begins. As you fill our glasses with wine, I come up behind you, put my arms around the front of you, bury my face in your hair, and slip my fingertips under the elastic waistband of your skirt. I say, “I love to tease,” as you let go of the bottle and lean back into me.

You moan as I slip my fingers just a little deeper into your dress…then I stop. You give me a look that you want more and I playfully spank your ass. “Mmmmm…not yet. You have to wait a little longer. We need to eat first.”

Our hands are all over each other as we finish cooking. You love it when we tease each other.

You tell me, “It’s really hot in your kitchen!” and we laugh.

When dinner is over, I lead you over to the couch. I sit down and pull you next to me. “How was dinner?” I ask.

“It was wonderful. You’re a great cook.”

“Then let’s start dessert,” and we kiss. It’s the deepest of kisses. Our tongues are swirling, probing, our mouths are open to each other. We are lost in a dream of surrender. We have melted into one another. Time slows down. The world disappears. Everything is just us.

I draw closer to you. You can feel the warmth of my breath. I feel the softness of your hair as I nuzzle behind your ear. Your scent is intoxicating. My hand slides over the small of your back gently across the smoothness of your skin…a tingle goes up your spine. 

My other hand grabs a lock of your thick golden hair, and, gently pulling it up, your neck is exposed. You feel a little vulnerable. And I whisper into your ear, “Your long blonde hair drives me insane. From the first time I saw you, I wanted to get lost in it. It’s one of the reasons I pursued you. And when you let it fall forward over your face, I know you’re doing that to tease me. You know my secret…you make my blood boil. Shame on you. But now it’s my turn to tease you.” 

I tip your head to the side, stretching taut the muscles in your neck. You feel the slippery wetness of my swirling tongue slide down from your ear…you let out an uncontrollable moan. It’s time for slow exploration. You are almost dizzy with the thought that I am here to please you, you let go and surrender to the feeling. You feel my hand cup your breast and I say, “You’re beautiful.” As you let go and moan, you hear me ask, “Are you getting wet?”

“Yes, I’m dripping.”

I swirl the slick tip of my tongue in your ear. The feeling is almost too intense. You start to squirm a little, but I pull your hair to keep your head in place.

Me: “Too much?”

You: “God, don’t stop!”

I whisper, “We’re going to have to go upstairs and continue this in the bedroom. I need room to maneuver. Take my hand.”

We reach the top of the stairs and make a left down the hallway into my bedroom. You see the dark gray of my comforter and the fluffy pillows, the dark cherry wood furniture, the shine of the brass headboard, the colorful art of Monet and Van Gogh on the walls.

I lead you to the side of the bed and reach for the top of your skirt. I stare into your eyes and say, “This has to come off.” The fabric slides down over your hips and you step out. I tell you, “Lie down on your back, put your head on a pillow, and put your hands behind your head.” You feel a surge of desire as you comply.

I sit next to you and slowly raise the material of your top, baring your breasts. I cup them in my hands. So smooth. So firm. Your perfect nipples are erect. I squeeze and lift.

Your voice is low. “God, this is so good!”

Your head goes back, your chin lifts as your chest rises…we are so connected. As my fingers press into the firmness of your breasts, I say, “Are you ready for more? Close your eyes.”

The tip of a finger begins to circle each nipple. Around and around,  a gentle swirl on your areola. You let out a tiny moan. Around and around. Time slows down. Around and around, your nipples have swollen tight. Around and around. Then a finger and a thumb gently pinch and pull each nipple…you feel a bolt of electricity shoot down between your legs. Pinch, pull, a twist. Another pull. I see your chest thrust up as your belly sucks in.  You take in a deep breath.

Your head is swimming. Pinch, pull, twist. “Are you ready?”

“Mmm, yes.”

My tips of middle fingers start to quickly flick back and forth across the ends of your hardened nipples. The shock hits your body like lightning and you cry out. Your legs spasm…this is so intense. Quickly flicking back and forth, back and forth. I don’t stop. The stimulation is almost too intense. Back and forth. Flicking. You feel the release of wetness between your legs…your panties are soaked. I pinch and pull and twist, then the flicking starts again. The pleasure comes close to pain.

“Don’t stop!”

“You’re so beautiful.” Flicking. “I love doing this to you!” Flicking back and forth, back and forth. Hard nipples. Your breath deepens, your chest heaves. Flicking back and forth, back and forth. Hard nipples. You can’t bear it anymore.

I stop. I squeeze and lift your swollen breasts. You let out a sigh. A few deep breaths.

Removing your top, I roll you over. I pull your long blonde hair up off your skin and kiss the back of your neck. You are so aroused. You also feel so safe and comfortable with me.

My kisses go slowly down your spine. I feel drunk with the feel of your skin on my lips and the scent of your skin. When I get to the end of your spine, I stop.

You feel me slip your wet panties off and it feels so wonderful to be nude with me. My kisses trail down the back of your thighs and continue down to your calf, all the way down to your feet.

Moans escape you. We are so comfortable with each other.

I move up. You feel my hands on your ass spreading you open. You feel vulnerable, your dripping wetness and your swollen lips are showing, but there’s a feeling of luxurious anticipation, too. Your private, secret, erotic place is all mine. This is so sinful.

You give out a little shudder and moan when you feel the wet tip of my tongue back at the end of your spine. I slide my tongue lower…then lower. You feel my fingers open your ass wider and wider, stretching you. I move my tongue down and begin probing. You want what’s going to happen so badly, it’s so erotic. I’m about to swirl the wet tip of my tongue around your…I stop.

“I know what you want me to do next. You’re so bad, but you have to wait.”