It was nearing midnight on a chilly fall evening when I approached the landing of his apartment. I bundled my coat tighter to my chest, and rapped hard, three times, on the door. I shivered for a moment before I heard the gentle tromp of footsteps drawing near, the lock being thrown back, and then the door was opened.
He stood there, all six feet of him, dressed in a dark green bathrobe. My breath caught in my chest, taken aback at how, even this late in the evening, he could still be so damned handsome. "Lucy," he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine. "What are you doing here so late?"
My teeth chattered from the cold and I said, "Do you mind if I come in, Peter?"
"Oh, sure ... sure." He said, stepping back and letting me into his living room/dining room. His apartment was small, to be certain, but it was well kept and, right now, very warm. I looked to Peter, as he moved the newspaper he'd been reading from the sofa cushion to make me a spot.
"No need for that, just yet." I said, slowly unbuttoning my coat before letting it fall to the floor.
Peter turned just as my coat fell and I heard his sharp intake of breath. I stood before him in a white nightgown that barely brushed my knees. My full, curvy figure was accented by the cut of the gown, and the neckline gave a hint of my ample cleavage. I kicked off the shoes I'd been wearing, and now I was at my regular height of five feet.
"Sit down and just relax." I said, walking to the sofa and standing before Peter. After he sat, I straddled him to sit upon his lap, my fingers slowly curling into the hair at the base of his neck. "I've come to collect, Peter. You owe me ..." my voice trailed off and I dropped my mouth to his.
He immediately kissed me back, his arms pulling me in close to his body. I hadn't thought it would be this easy to collect, had thought he would put up some kind of argument, but instead, his tongue parted my lips and met mine in a long, sensuous kiss. My hands moved down to the collar of his robe, pulling it from his neck as I kissed my way from his mouth, over his jaw, and down to his neck. He smelled of soap and his skin was warm and still a little damp from the bath he had taken. As I gently nipped at the soft flesh there, he moaned his approval.
Peter pulled at the hem of my gown, but didn't remove it. Instead, he slid his hands underneath and began to gently stroke my back while I continued to lick and nibble at his neck. "Yes, oh yes." He whispered against my hair, his breath coming heavy, his fingers kneading my skin.
I drew a deep breath and sat back to look at him. His lopsided grin was even more endearing in this moment than it had ever been before and he kissed me softly. I lost myself in it, and the moment, and plunged forward.
Placing my hands on the back of the sofa for support, I lifted myself off him and noticed how cool the air was away from his skin. I ran my fingers through the fine hair at his temple, smiled down at him and then dropped to my knees. I went to work slowly, and spoke not a word. I knew what I wanted, what I came to do, and I wasn't leaving until I had received my prize.
First, I untied the knot in the belt of his robe, exposing his lean body and the smattering of hair that covered his chest and disappeared into the white boxer briefs he wore. I slid up the length of him, placing kisses along the way, stopping to gently tug his right nipple, then his left, before reaching his lips for another kiss. I trailed my way down again, in the same manner, Peter's fingers curled into my hair, watching me as I paid gentle, loving attention to his body. When I reached his tummy, I gently licked his belly button and then traveled further down, placing kisses along the length of his semi-erect cock through the fabric of his boxers.
