A Night Out 118

It's late afternoon and after dropping our bags in the room, we kick off our shoes and head to the beach for a walk. The soft warm sand under our feet, the cool breeze coming off the water, the setting sun turning the sky beautiful shades of orange and gold. Talking, laughing, dipping our toes into the water, splashing each other, I chase you down the beach and back to the apartment. Now, alone again, we kiss hard, so hungry for each other. No time, for that, I say. We have dinner reservations somewhere nice. But first, I want to get you ready.

I run a warm bath for you, suds filling the tub and the sweet smell of herbs and petals fill the room. While you relax and wash yourself, I stand and shave. You look absolutely beautiful, your tanned skin and chestnut hair cast a sharp contrast against the white marble tub. "I'm done shaving. Now it's your turn, darling."

You sit up on the edge of the tub and I put a fresh blade in the razor. My hand gently parts your legs and you lean back a little. I lean closer and the cold, sharp razor touches the skin between your legs. My hands work confidently, exposing all of your bare skin. Each stroke of the razor gets a little closer, my hand lovingly handling your lips to be sure to get every curl. Warm water rinses you clean and I take your hand in mine, drawing your fingers across your own smooth flesh. Our hearts are racing with temptation but it's time to get dressed.

On the bed, I've laid out a lace body stocking. The swirling patterns tease and tickle every inch of your skin, especially when you walk. Next, the panties, the knee length dark brown skirt, a beige and gold blouse, glossy heels in dark leather, makeup, jewelry. You look breathtaking. In my black suit and tie, I take your hand and we hit the town.

Dinner is amazing. Course after course of small and exotic foods, each delivering a little surprise. We talk about each morsel and try to guess how it's made. And each course comes with a wine pairing -- glass after glass of champagne, Shiraz, Merlot, Cabernet, port. My hand, under the table, pushes your skirt back a little and rubs against your leg, feeling the texture of the stocking and heat of your body. You smile and slyly shift your leg away. Yes, this isn't the place.

Next stop, the club. It's 11:30 and the scene is already in full swing. The music is great and we jump right in. I don't have to tell you how hot it is to dance with you. I need a break and I get drinks from the bar -- vodka and OJ. Back to the dance floor, and now we really work up a sweat. All eyes are on us. Time for another drink and I can barely keep my hands off you.

I take your hand, pull you off the dance floor and out to the taxi stand. In the cab, we put our hands on each other's leg. As we kiss, your fingers move higher to find my hardness, the fruit of your sweet touch. My hand on your leg grips tightly and my fingers dig deeply into your thigh. Each of us looking into each other's eyes as my hand slides along the lace, moving closer to your heat. Now each of us touching each other, our lips close but not touching. Our breath mingling in the warm evening air. The taxi racing down the highway to our flat.

Stepping out of the taxi, we stroll back to the apartment. I've had a few drinks and can't seem to stop touching you. I whisper in your ear about how much I need you. About how you turn me on. I'm thinking about those freshly shaved bare lips and the soft pink flesh within them. With each step toward the door, you can feel the lace rub and dance on your skin.

Finally, the door. Inside, I can't stand it anymore. I shove you against the wall and kiss you fiercely. One of your legs wraps around me and draws me closer and I grind my body against yours. You stretch your arms up above your head and my hand holds fast against your wrists, pinning you, while the other traces down from your arm to your chest and grabs one breast, gripping it harshly, while my hips press harder against you. You break the kiss off and whisper, "Darling, I think you need a drink." And you quickly slip out of my grasp and to the bar. "Vodka, right?" you ask.

I loosen my tie and kick off my shoes as I watch you pour the liquor. Just looking at you is making me crazy, I'm so hungry for you, my mind is racing with fantasies, and my stone hard cock straining in my slacks. I pull off my belt and my jacket and walk over to you while you tend bar. From behind, I wrap my arms around you and you can feel heat pressing against your ass. You spin around, smile, and hand me my drink. I'm on fire, and the drink is half down in a single sip. I set the glass down, miss the edge of the counter, and it crashes to the floor. I don't care.

One hand in your hair, I pull you to me again and kiss you hotly - on the lips, the neck, your ear. I have to have you. My hands pull the front of your blouse and violently tear it open, buttons flying across the room. I can see a little fear in your eyes and it drives me even harder. Your breasts and nipples are veiled by the swirling patterns of the lace and I think that I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life. My fingers deftly find the hasp and zipper of your skirt and it drops to the floor.

Suddenly, I scoop you up in my arms and carry you the bedroom. I'm drunk, but still strong. Wild eyed, I pull a three-inch hunting knife out of my pocket and tell you to lay still. Your eyes glare wide with fear as the tip of the blade traces along the neckline of your body stocking. Kneeling between your legs, I slowly cut away at the lace. I cut holes that expose your sweet hard nipples, licking at the bare skin as they finally find their way to the open air. The blade slips under your panties and cuts them away. In fear, you struggle and protest but I won't have any of it. I press my hand down on your chest and pin you to the bed. The other hand holds your head while my tongue forces my way into your mouth. "Put your hands on the headboard," I command you. "Do it!"

I toss the knife aside and rip madly at the rest of your stocking. "Don't move!" And I slip off the rest of my clothes. I look down and you're breathtaking -- nothing but little scraps of torn stocking and your leather heels. I lick two fingers and stroke the pink lips between your legs. I can feel you lift your hips up to meet me and my fingers stroke and massage all of the smooth bare skin. Two fingers run along the length of your sex and I can feel you growing fuller. Long strokes lead down further and enter you roughly, already wet from your own excitement. Your hands reach down to take mine, but I push them away angrily. "I told you to keep them above your head!" I shout, and give you a sharp slap on the thigh. Your mouth opens in shock and I descend on it again, our tongues dancing passionately.

I lower myself onto you, my hot flesh brushing across your newly bare skin and sending unfamiliar waves of excitement deep into your body. My head finds its home and enters you slowly at first, but deeply in one long thrust. The weight of my body on yours pushes me deeper, and then, still. A moment of tenderness. We kiss softly. You can feel me 'breathe' inside you, each throb radiating out from your core. I pull back and thrust myself into you, my body slapping against your shaved skin. Slowly pull out, and then deeper this time, my arms around you pulling you up against me. I pick up the rhythm and you follow -- it's like we're back on the dance floor again, you and I, together dancing one dance.

My strokes are coming harder and faster now, so deep in you that each thrust hurts a little more. You cry out, and it only brings out more of the savage animal in me. I move my hand under you and cup your ass - crushing you between my hand and my body. My rough voice in your ear tells you how much I want you and you wrap your arms around me. My finger teases gently at your ass, and you squirm to move away but I only drive myself into you harder. You lift your knees and drag the tips of your heels along the backs of my legs and at the same time dig your fingers into my back. The mixture of pain and pleasure is ecstatic and I can feel the pressure building inside me. Wild and crazed, my hand savagely gropes at your breasts, my mouth licking and sucking at your neck, my hips pull all the way back for each thrust. Finally, I can't take any more and bury myself deeper than I ever have. We both cry out loudly, our bodies shuddering with spasms of pleasure that seem to last for minutes. Each of us racking and clawing at each other's bodies, becoming one and floating off in delight.

Kisses rain down on your face, your eyes, your lips, your hair, your neck... I'm still hard inside you. I'm not done with you yet. There's more.