I close the door behind her and drop the keys on the table. She stares round the room briefly lit by a lightning flash. I help her unbutton and remove the wet black leather coat, dropping it, dripping, to the tiled floor. It is joined by the wide-brimmed rain-hat releasing her dark hair.
As the thunder rolls over the roof I hand her a towel and she dabs her face rather than wiping it.
She is wearing the dark blue dress. She returns the towel, unbuckles the belt, reaches back and unbuttons the dress, pulling it off her shoulders. A lacy black bra covers those beautiful white breasts framed by tanned skin.
My wet coat joins hers on the floor and I unbutton my jacket. Beyond the door the storm is now a concert of sound and light echoing along the hallway but I am more conscious of her excited breathing - and mine.
Her velvet blue eyes watch me carefully as she steps out of her dress and drops her slip.
My jacket, shirt and tie tossed aside, I drop my trousers. I step forward as she moves back, staring at me, and sits on the chair.
"Let me," I say as I go down on my knees in front of her. I grasp an extended foot and pull off first one wet leather boot and then the other. She leans back and slides down her tights then kicks them aside.
My face is in front of her panties. They are black too, silk, trimmed with lace. Everything she wears is expensive. My fingers rise along the back of her legs, across to the top of the pants. I pull them down slowly, easing the elastic. My gaze never leaves her crotch. Her mat of dark pubic hair is damp. I lean forward and kiss it.
She gasps and reaches forward.
It's her turn now. She feels behind her and releases her bra revealing the breasts, firm and full with small nipples. She goes to her knees and runs her fingernails along the back of my legs. She pulls my shorts off and kisses the tip of my swollen penis. She kisses her way down to the junction and back up.
Her tongue licks the tip of my penis and it throbs in response. Her mouth opens and slides over the tip. She sucks and then works her head up and down, her tongue rubbing the glans. Amazing! Where did she learn this?
The thunder is further away now. It is still uncomfortably warm and there are small beads of sweat on her neck and above her breasts. I can sense my sweat too and offer a small silent prayer that my body spray is still living up to the promise on the tin.
I pull her up, press my lips to hers and feel the length of her damp body against mine. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her into the bedroom.
I lay her on the bed and stand over her. Her round nipples are larger now and erect. She opens her legs and I climb on the bed between them. I go down on her slowly and kiss my way down from her lips to her breasts, sucking each nipple. I find myself sliding down the bed and kissing my way to her flat stomach and down past her bush to her soft, inner thighs until my feet are back on the floor at the foot of the bed and her smiling face seems a mile away.
She raises her knees, her legs wide and her gorgeous, pink cleft is open in front of my face. I know what she wants. She even described it in a text message she sent me before the storm. I kiss each side and kiss her soft, silky pubic hair. My tongue finds her clitoris. She lets out a little cry. I press my tongue against her clitoris and rub it up and down and she draws in a long breath and moans.
She pushes her hips against my tongue. I reach up around her legs and find her breasts. I knead them as I continue tonguing her clit. She gasps and cries out. She presses her hips harder against me and uses a hand to push a pillow under her. I keep on licking until, with her hips now on the pillow, her thighs squeeze against my head.
I pull my head free and start to lift myself forward up the bed kissing and mouthing. Her legs part. She pulls me up and we are face to face . Her eyes are wide and wet with tears. She presses her mouth to mine and says something in a hoarse whisper. A beautiful woman has no business saying things like that, erotica should be my preserve.
She turns her face to the ceiling and I am looking at soft white neck which is there to be kissed and left with a love bite. She says it again. Words like that don't sound right from a woman's lips. Which is perhaps why I like her saying them as they go direct from ears to brain and send strong signals to my penis. I feel her hand reach down to guide my inspired penis until it is pressing those labial lips. It follows the mental instructions and works its way slowly in. She grunts and puffs and her breathing is now spaced.
