Chapter 2: Home cooking jackpot
This is the second chapter in this series, and although it is a stand-alone story that can be enjoyed on its own, you may want to read the prologue and Chapter 1 first, as it gives context to the somewhat peculiar relationship that will unfold.
I spent Saturday morning enjoying a long cycle with a group I regularly exercise with, and then hit the local deli to get the ingredients to cook my planned seduction dinner for Anita. I made a point of getting an expensive bottle of French Chardonnay to go with the seafood dinner, knowing that that cultivar was her favorite.
Anita had insisted that she would make her own way to my apartment and arrived promptly at six-thirty. She put her arms around my neck, and gave me a succulent kiss, saying "It's good to see you again". She was wearing a long blue dress with a gold pattern, made of some kind of silky fabric, which reminded me of an Indian Sari costume. This was definitely not fashionable, but Anita managed to pull it off. Again, close up I could smell the intoxicating smell of her Opium perfume.
I was already busy frying the seafood marinara, planning to make a seafood pasta with fresh tagliatelle that I bought from the deli. As I was busy with the wok, and Anita was making salad in close proximity to me, I imagined peeling the dress off her, and was getting aroused even while preparing the dinner that was supposed to be all about seducing her!
For starters, I bought freshly shucked oysters, and as the tagliatelle was boiling, I took it out from the fridge. Anita remarked "Aren't these supposed to be an aphrodisiac?" to which I played dumb by saying "I've never heard that, but let's try". We ate the oysters standing in the kitchen, with lemon, black pepper and Tabasco to spice them up. Anita proved to be an oyster lover, and we had each gulped down six by the time the pasta was ready.
We enjoyed dinner by candlelight, sitting barefoot on my Persian cushions around the coffee table, (Anita's plan) eating pasta and drinking wine. After dinner, as we sat down on the couch, each sipping on a small glass of sweet Port when Anita leaned closer, saying "Thank you for a lovely dinner; it was very kind of you to invite me". She kissed me on the lips, and the kiss soon melted into an extended period of touching, carousing and kissing. She unbuttoned the buttons on my shirt, and snuggled into my hairy chest, kissing and nibbling on my nipples. I in turn kissed her face and neck, kneading her perky breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, moving my hand down to rub her lower back, and then her firm buttocks, finding that they separated easily, as she was wearing the tiniest sheer black G-string underneath, as I discovered when the carousing and rolling around resulted in her dress bundled up around her waist, exposing her long tanned legs. I lightly ran one hand up and down the inside her upper leg, starting at the knee, and ending at the elastic of her panties. From her breathing into my mouth, and her kisses becoming more insistent, I could tell that she was as aroused as I was.
A next step was indicated, and a flash of inspiration, I broke from the tangle of lips, legs and arms, sat up and told her: "I am not going to tell you that I want to get married to you, or that I love you, but what I will tell you is this: I really want to
bed
you". She did not say a word, but instead she peered into my eyes with her big brown eyes, lifted her pelvis off the couch, and simply took off her panties. I stood up from the couch, and held out my hand. She took it, and I led her to the bedroom. We continued undressed each other, and then she flopped backwards onto my bed, opening her arms and legs as she did so. Although the lights were off, there was enough light from the city lights coming through the big balcony window to see that although she was tanned, her olive skin was only slightly lighter where her bikini lines were. Her two creamy breasts were accentuated by small dark areolas with pointed nipples. Where her long legs met, there was a dark bush, just trimmed into a triangle. I went down on my knees, pressing against her inner thighs, opening her legs to their full extent and lay down on my elbows, taking her elbows in my hands and moving it to the top of her head, thereby effectively pinning her to the bed, but experiencing no resistance.
We continued kissing, even more passionately, with our tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, caressing each other's lips and tongues, and softly nibbling each other's lips in turn. I had a raging hard on pressing against her labia, and could feel her hips moving, trying to position my cock to enter her. I decided to let her wait for a bit, and moved my mouth down to her breasts, alternately nibbling on each erect nipple before sucking hard. This caused my cock to slip from the inviting triangle, which in turn caused her to try and wriggle down to get the tip closer to her wet slit again. I smiled inwardly, thinking that now I was a pussy tease, but I was enjoying myself. I let go of her elbows, moving down to her tummy, all the while kissing and licking her soft skin. She rubbed both hands through my hair, and as I looked up, I could see that her eyes were closed, and her head was arched back in extasy.
I moved down to her navel, and gave it a few flicks of my tongue, which I knew would have the desired effect; she seemed to go completely limp, and with a series of kisses and nibbles, I moved my face down to her pudendum to give her pussy the lick of its life. Suddenly, she grew stiff, and grabbed my head firmly between her hands. It was clear that she did not want me to go down on her. I looked up, and asked her whether she was menstruating, as that could be the only possible explanation for refusing cunnilingus. "No", she said, "some things have to be saved for marriage".
Not to spoil the moment with an argument, I rolled off her, and let my right hand slide down her tummy, up her inner thigh, and up to her slit, which was soaking wet by now. She did not resist at all, and seemed to open her legs even wider. I took my time, sliding my middle and index fingers slowly up her pussy lips, opening them slightly just below her clit. Every time I ended the route, she gave a low moan. I licked my middle finger, more for effect than anything else, since she needed no more lubrication, and repeated the path, this time sliding my finger between the labia, ending just below her clit. She wriggled in agony, and at each slide, she tried to wriggle down on the sheets, trying to connect my finger with her clit. I decided to end the agony, and with my palm, I pressed on her bush, pushing it upwards to expose her clit from between the folds. I moved my finger up and down her moist slit, this time paying proper attention to her clit, gently rubbing around it at the end of each slide, gradually increasing the frequency of the clitoral stimulation until my finger was just rubbing the clit. She pressed her hips upwards, seeming to beg for more, and although she had not touched, me, apart from kissing, I was equally aroused and ready to take her. My cock was so hard, I could have pierced a hole in a wood fence.
