The sun sank deep behind the high-rise buildings that marked the horizon. It set far too soon for Lisa's tastes, even if autumn was turning to winter. It was just before dinner time with plenty of people still on the streets while there were only a few rays of light left. They shone through the trees, lighting the few leaves that still clung to their branches. With the sun setting, there came a chill to the air. One that reminded her all too much of the lightness of her clothes.
When a breeze whipped across the bare skin of her legs, Lisa fought the urge to fidget. She had already pressed the bell and was only waiting to be let in. It took a little longer before a shadow fell across the opaque glass door. When it opened, Rob greeted her with a generous smile. He wore a dress shirt with tan slacks, an apron protected his chest and legs. The man had been busy, rolled-up sleeves showed his forearms while his apron already had a few smudges from preparing ingredients.
Rob struck a handsome image, and the popped buttons on his shirt distracted Lisa for a moment. Yet she tore her eyes away to catch Rob's flicking upwards from where his had been stuck on her cleavage.
With a smile of her own, Lisa presented the bottle she had been hiding behind her back. One hand gripped the neck of the bottle while Lisa trailed her fingers along the body. Incidentally drawing attention to her cleavage once again.
"I thought we could do with something delicious."
It was all too clear that Rob's eyes weren't looking at the bottle, even when he accepted the gift. Her heels clicked on the tiles when she set foot inside while the bottle found a place on the nearby cabinet. Rob only turned to her, still not offering an invitation inside while there was a wicked edge to his smile while he spoke.
"Thank you. Now why don't I take your coat?"
A glance over her shoulder showed that it had grown even darker outside. Still, there were people on the street. Only a few, but there were enough that she tried to offer an excuse. "Oh, I don't know. It was awfully cold outside. I don't know if I'm quite warm enough."
The words seemed only an invitation to Rob as he leaned in close to undo the sash on the long coat that Lisa wore. His words were soft and filled with promise. "Don't worry, I know plenty of ways to warm you up."
Yet the people on the street still caused Lisa to worry. A warm hand took hold of her cheek and turned Lisa to face Rob again.
"You wouldn't want to make me a poor host, now would you?" His eyes gazed deep into her own, stripping away the hesitation, the fear of what others would think. "Etiquette and all that."
Lisa's answer was near enough a whisper when she allowed the coat to fall open. "Well, if it's for the sake of etiquette." In that same breath, she stepped past Rob while the coat slipped down her shoulders. Revealing the chosen outfit in all its glory.
Dark satin stockings that rose to mid-thigh with a garter belt clipped to the tops, the pair of panties that had come with the set were left at home. A quarter bra showed off her perky breasts while stiff nipples poked out from behind the lace. The entire ensemble had hints of a rich burgundy peeking out from between the black lace.
When Lisa gave a spin to show the front of her outfit, she found Rob frozen by the door. Without knowing, the man blocked the view from the street and she couldn't help but blow him a kiss. "See something you like?"
The words seemed to finally shake Rob from his stupor as a careless motion made the door fall shut behind him. His eyes roved over every inch of her body and Lisa obliged the staring with a few poses. The impromptu bout of exhibitionism had stoked a fire inside that made the woman want to tease, and her hips swayed to an imagined tune.
The straps of the lingerie framed Lisa's every curve as light danced on her skin. The show caused the coat in Rob's hand to fall onto a cabinet, while the nearby coat rack stood forgotten. Lisa continued to turn and twist, watching Rob approach with a salacious smile on her lips. One that grew even wider when she saw the hard pole stretching Rob's slacks.
When his hand slid along her thigh, Lisa's breath stuttered. Her eyes fell shut while Lisa kept swaying to the tune in her mind, Rob's hands on her body only an encouragement as they glided along her curves. The roughness of his palms was a perfect texture to send shivers along her spine. The man kept his touch light, skimming over her back.
With a hand twisted in Lisa's hair, Rob drew her in for a kiss. His body pressed against hers as their lips danced against each other. It wasn't a gently kiss, the both of them poured their passion into the other. And even as Rob deepened the kiss, he pushed her backward.
A shocked gasp escaped her when Lisa's back hit the cold wall. With the kiss broken, Rob trailed a path downward, his grin pressed against her skin. A path of nibbles and licks was left in his wake. Rob sank to his knees and parted Lisa's legs. His voice a deep rumble when his eyes flicked up to hers. "Always nice to see the result of the hard work from the girls at the Brazilian salon."
Lisa's cheeks reddened at the words while her own were cut off when she twitched at Rob's nose pressed against her just to the top of her hill. A groan escaped when the man nuzzled her and sent sparks shooting to her toes. With one of his hands behind her knee, Lisa needed little encouragement to lift her leg and hook it over his shoulder.
A deep blush stole its way across her cheeks as Lisa tried to hold on to the frame of the door next to her. Her legs were parted wide. Showing the wetness that coated her blooming lips. Yet Rob ignored her blatant want in favor of peppering her thigh with a series of kisses. Drawing closer to her core.
A sharp gasp escaped her when the man caught her the skin between his teeth, a love bite left behind while the first pass of his tongue stifled her protest. It was a broad stroke that made Lisa tilt her hips just to ensure it would never stop. A whine escaped her when he pulled back. Her nails found his scalp even as Lisa pulled on his hair. Yet Rob resisted long enough to get a laugh before he dove back in.
The needy panting and wordless moans that came from Lisa meant nothing to the man on his knees. Rob took his time to savor every taste of her.
With a curl of his tongue, Rob swept it through Lisa's fold. His eyes were intent on capturing every reaction. Even the slightest twitch invited a repeat.
Lisa gasped and moaned while her body bucked from the fireworks that shot through her while Rob moaned at the taste of her. With just a push, he tilted Lisa's hips a touch more to go deeper. Three swift strokes up the length of her, shallow things that made her stutter before Rob pressed the flat of his tongue against her. Lisa let her head fall against the wall and moaned. Every bump and groove of Rob's tongue made itself known to her.
