Writers notes:
Thankyou to 'Alice' my muse and who edited this for me, the viewpoint of the story will change throughout the story from my perspective to that of Alice's. I hope you enjoy.
The Start of 'The Game'
*******Anthony's Viewpoint******
The rumbling engine goes silent and I step out of my car, grabbing the bottle of red wine. I knock on the door, waiting for her to answer as I ready myself for the night ahead. She opens the door......
My heart skips a beat and I am stunned by the beauty standing in front on me, how could I forget how stunning she is in the flesh. She has long raven black hair framing a beautiful face, her green flecked blue eyes twinkling with some mischief that makes your mouth go dry and your mind wallow in the gutter. She is gorgeous.
I look at her deep red lips, not the fake red that are plastered on the lips of other women but a true natural red, lips of a lady that deserves the softest and deepest of kisses. Alice is a little shorter than me but standing up the steps to the house, I'm at chest level. Perfect view. She is slim with curves in all the right places with her perky c cup breasts. Her devilish smile is big and earnest much like my own as we stare at each other.
"Hello Alice, you are looking beautiful tonight," I say in as charming way I can.
Telling the truth I was a little taken aback, you forget how stunning she is after not seeing her for quite a while.
"Thank you but I'm not beautiful other times then....like in the morning or is it just tonight?" she teased, the corners of her creeping up in a smirk.
Without missing a step I reply, "Well I can barely stand the sight of such a hideous monster normally," the Cheshire cat grin blossoming on my face.
"What's different tonight?"
"Its a full moon of course, the curse is broken and she has this night to enjoy her.....beauty," I say in a grand storytelling voice gesturing to the moon.
Continuing with her own narration, "And so the miscreant has come with his wine to woo and cause trouble," barely containing the laugh that escapes.
"Indeed!" I reply with a smirk.
Pulling the door open she reveals the full glory of her red dress. It hugs her figure showing off her curves, tight on the phenomenal bum, up around her hips. Its tight across the waist with an intricate opening cut across the chest revealing a enticing cleavage that dares you to look. The bodice is not in your face shouting here are my boobs, it's more playfully whispering come play with me and you can't help but follow down the rabbit hole. It's a dress with no other purpose than to subtly seduce, the sexuality rolls off in waves and no matter how pure you are in thoughts, you can't but help the carnal imagery that it conjures.
I look her up and down as circumspectly as I can, which to say the least was pretty obvious by the look on her face. I had been caught. Her legs seem to go on forever and you can't help imagining her thighs wrapped around your waist.
As I step through the doorway, I catch her eyeing me up back. I'm not an Adonis by any means but I'm tall and I hit the gym so have some good shoulders and chest. Squats have been going particularly well for me so I have developed some solid legs and a firm bum. I don't have the chiselled abs of a Hollywood action hero but with all the working out and sports there is a raw strength underneath a thin layer of fat. I can throw you around the bedroom but then after we are sated with exhaustion, I'm great to cuddle and fall asleep with.
"Go through to through to kitchen."
I can feel her hot eyes on me while I walk through the hallway, she is mentally undressing me. The kitchen is clean and has modern stylish finish.
"Wow, this a classy kitchen, your home is lovely," I say.
"Thank you," she beams.
She takes the wine from me and removes the cork with a pop, lifting the bottle she inhales deeply.
"This smells like a good bottle."
I pride myself on my choice wine as I seem to have a 6th sense, picking wines based on the description and a instinctive feel of the bottle.
"Shall we let the bottle breathe? I can give you the tour of the house if you'd like?"
She shows me around the ground floor to all the rooms before we head upstairs to the rest of the house. The house is decorated well each room individual but with and overall design theme running through the house.
She pauses at the door before opening it.
"And this is."
"Is where the magic happens" I say interrupting her.
A coy smile appears on her face and she says, "You could say that..... right I think the wine is ready, shall we have a glass?"
Downstairs, the ruby red wine is poured into two glasses. I gently swirl the wine and then taste it, a delicate and fresh wine.
We sit down and strike up conversation taking of whatever comes to mind. From recent news stories to the latest releases on Netflix. It seems we have a similar taste in TV, film and music although I have wider range of tastes. The exchange meanders through each topic gathering into a gentle rhythm, the playful banter are eddies in the flow of conversation.
The sexual tension between us has been building from the moment I knocked on the door. As we talked, the small glances subtle for her but blatantly obvious by me and some flirty touches building it ineffably toward its inevitable conclusion. Our eyes have been locked together intensity throughout the conversation, speaking completely different words to what our mouths were saying.....Fuck me.
Leaning over she touches me lightly on the arm.
"Shall we head over to the sofa? it's more comfortable there," her tone implied heavily with sexual tension that was palpably cloying.
"After you," I say.
Letting her lead me through to the lounge. Using this as an opportunity to check out her bum in that dress, it did not disappoint! Evidently she knew I'd be checking her ass out so she added an exaggerated sway to her hips. Dam!
She quickly turned catching me looking before sitting gently, the fabric of the cushions pressing against the globes of her butt. What I would give to be that cushion right now.
"Right, where were we?"
I take my chance now I say, "Well, you were saying will you fuck me with your eyes while your lips were saying something a little more mundane."
A little colour flashes in her cheeks but instantly regains her composure.
"Is that so?....well I think that i was having a nice polite conversation while SOMEONE was ogling... Didn't your mother teach you not to stare?" she replied impishly but her eyes glittered with laughter.
"I am an uncouth ruffian remember...but if you didn't want me to look, why on earth did you wear a dress like that!?" I said incredulously with a teasing twist to my words.
