This is a work of fiction. Ok, it's a fantasy of mine, to a point.
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I walk into a bar after a long and frustrating day of work. At this point, all I am looking for is a beer to relax and spend the evening people watching. I loosen my tie and sit back at the bar, sipping my beer. I chuckle at myself while watching the other men in the bar try their best pickup lines any woman present in the bar. The results vary from outright laughter by the pickupee to being slapped across the face.
I am about to finish up my beer and take off for a quiet evening at home when she walks in. I take an assessment of her from bottom to top. Wearing a black business suit, I can tell she's there for the same reason I am. The long brown hair and green eyes that pierce me change my mind about leaving. Before any of the other wolves in the bar can get to her, I walk up to her, introduce myself and shake her hand. I invite her to join me for a quick drink, to which she happily agrees after surveying the rest of the bar. I order a glass of wine for the both of us and we start chatting about ourselves and life in general. After chatting for a little while, I find out that she had the same frustrating day at work and could use a little bit of relaxation.
The bar is getting a bit loud at this point and I ask her if she would like to join me for dinner. "I would love to," she replies. I offer to cook her dinner at my place as most of the other restaurants are full at this point in the evening. She follows me to my apartment where we next take the elevator up to my floor. The elevator ride up is uneventful, we are just exchanging more details about our life; where we went to school, where we grew up, etc.
I offer her a glass of red wine to relax a bit more while she waits for me to prepare dinner. I whip up a quick pasta dish from scratch. While everything is cooking, I set the table and light a few candles and put some jazz on to "lighten" the mood. While I am cooking, she is surveying my apartment; admiring the art and extensive book collection.
We eat dinner while still chatting about ourselves, still getting to know each other. We both are famished from the days work and finish off all of the pasta. I also happened to have some dessert prepared from the night before and plate up a healthy portion of white chocolate mousse with fresh strawberries, raspberries, mangos, and kiwi. We devour the dessert and she compliments me on my cooking, to which I respond, "I cook so that other people can hopefully enjoy my cooking."
We move to the couch and I open a bottle of Dom Perignon and we toast a good evening. She takes her hand and starts rubbing her shoulder. I put my glass down and turn her back to me and start massaging her shoulders. She lightly moans as I start working out the knots of the days work. I move my hands up to her neck and massage it as well; she moves her head around acknowledging how good it feels. I move back down to her shoulders and she then removes her jacket, only leaving a silk blouse that feels like heaven on my hand. I massage her shoulders, down to her lower back and then back up to her arms. I massage her arms down to her hands, her eyes are closed and she is breathing deeply at this point. I stop massaging her and she looks at me with a small amount of surprise. "Why did you stop?" she asked.
"I just want to make sure you are comfortable," I reply.
"Oh, I am perfectly comfortable, and I want you to keep going," she replies. She then gets up and takes my hand as asks, "Maybe we should move this to your bedroom."
I reply, "Are you sure, I don't want you to feel pressured about anything. I gave you the massage because you looked like you could use some tension relief."
"Oh yes, I want to continue on," she replies.
We move on into the bedroom and she starts to undress. I stop her and move in to kiss her. We start kissing softly and then our tongues slowly enter into each others mouth. I pull her into me and slowly run my hands up and down her back. She pulls away from me and starts unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a lacy black bra which is a big contrast to her creamy skin. She then moves down and unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the floor, showing me a pair of long legs and panties that match her bra.
"You are so gorgeous," I say to her.