A Special Dinner

Paul had taken Susan to dinner that evening. They had gone to their favourite restaurant where the lights were subdued and they could dance to the small combo in between courses. The table was always the one in the corner – a table for two, with scented candles, fine wine, good food – and each other. Susan wore a long black silk evening dress, a slit from waist to ankle down the left side, low cut with thin shoulder straps and a "V" shaped neck which allowed him to glimpse her soft breasts each time she moved forward to eat. He wore a white suit, a Versace pink shirt and a matching coloured tie. When they danced together, people watched them with admiration at the way they moulded together - his right hand holding her either in the middle of her back, or around her waist.

He loved to feel the swell of her breasts against him. Sometimes during a slow, romantic song, their lower bodies touched, and they danced belly-to-belly, groin-to-groin so that she could feel the swell of his semi-hard penis nestling between her legs. The conversation had been low and loving, light and easy. No pressure, no hurry – relaxing. He had looked into her eyes so many times but always enjoyed watching them dance before him. He loved to watch her lips as they formed the words she spoke. Watching her throat, her soft hair. He was always on a sexual plateau of excitement with her. She made him feel that way. He loved her so much. After the meal, they relaxed with coffee and brandy and he stroked her legs with his foot.

Before leaving, they danced for the last time that evening to “I Do it For You”. She had interlocked her fingers behind his neck and mouthed the lyrics to him as she felt his arms around her waist and his manhood rising against her. He wanted to be alone with her, to show his love for her. As the song faded into nothing, they held hands as they made their way back to the table. He helped her with her wrap and they left. On the way home in the car, he played a cassette of slow soul music. She sat close to him, a hand on his inner thigh, whilst he drove safely. Sometimes, his hand would find the slit in her dress and slide underneath to caress her soft, inner thighs.

A finger would lift and press against her vagina through the sheer material of her thong. There was sexual tension in the air that they both loved. He loved her so desperately, so longingly. As long as she was happy, he was happy. When they arrived home, he led her by the hand to their bedroom. Whilst she freshened up, he lit the numerous scented candles, fetched chilled wine and switched on the stereo to play soft romantic music. Soon, the soft sounds of Barry White and Lionel Ritchie could be heard in the background. He removed his clothes but left his shirt on, unbuttoned it and sat on the bed drinking his wine. The bathroom door opened and she stood there, silhouetted against the back light. She had re-applied her perfume – Georgio Red – and the smell wafted to his nostrils. She switched off the bathroom light and slowly glided to him. As she did so, he stood up and offered her a glass of wine.

As she stretched out her hand to take it, one of her shoulder straps slid down, allowing the neck of her dress to slip further and expose more of her left breast. His heart lifted. Holding glasses, they danced slowly together, bodies pressing closer than at the restaurant. Now they were alone and could be free with each other. His hand slid down her back to her buttocks, moving over each one tenderly, fingering the crevice in between. She had discarded the thong and was now naked under the dress. His cock was heavy and she could feel it pressing urgently at her. He took her glass and laid it on the table with his. He wanted to kiss her.

Taking her in his arms, he kissed her lips very gently – almost like a butterfly. His tongue licked her mouth from corner to corner. She parted his shirt and spread her hands on his chest, caressing his nipples, feeling them harden against her. They stood kissing for a long time, his tongue penetrating her mouth. He made love to her tongue – to her mouth – as his penis would soon be making love to her vagina. He sucked on her tongue, feeling the mixture of their saliva running over his lips, over his chin. They were wet kisses of longing, of love. He could feel her hard nipples through the thin silk and began to kiss her neck. Nuzzling at her, little licks of love, little kisses of desire. He wanted her naked before him. He wanted to worship her. As they kissed, he slid the straps from her and allowed the dress to slide slowly over her body as it fell to the floor. Holding her at arms length, he looked at her naked body lit only by the candles.

Her nipples stood out hard and proud against her tanned skin. Her breasts were those of a young girl, high on her chest. A neat bush of pubic hair formed a perfect triangle between her legs. His eyes lingered over her beautiful, tanned thighs. His penis was now a cock, wanting to be in her. He desired his beautiful lover so much and wanted her to soar with pleasure. He began to kiss his way down her body, stopping to suckle at her breasts, taking each nipple fully into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Holding her to him firmly as he sucked and licked. Getting to his knees, his mouth moved down over her ribs to her belly. His tongue nestled into her navel, tasting her skin, her perfume. As he moved lower, his hands held her buttocks as she parted her legs for him.

His tongue now moved to her pubic hair and he turned his head so that he could feel it against his cheek. He stroked the soft skin of her thighs, feeling her belly against his face moving in and out with each breath she took. He wanted to taste her. His tongue now slid further down to her soft lips. He traced them with the tip, feeling the softness of the outer labia, tasting her wetness. She parted her legs more and ran her fingers through his hair as his tongue began to penetrate her, sliding into her softness, seeking her clitoris. She placed a hand between his face and her belly and spread her lips for him so that he could explore her more fully. His tongue invaded her wet pussy.

His tongue licked at her hardening clit, his lips fastening on it as he sucked – sucking it as if it were one of her nipples. Her juice now flowed freely, and he felt the stickiness on his tongue. He breathed in the intimate, loving scent of warm honey and almonds, making his cock jerk spasmodically. Pressing his face against her, he drank from her, swallowing her juice, covering his mouth and cheeks with it. Her beautiful love juice. Her nectar. The very essence of her womanhood. As he drank and licked, his right hand slid up her body to cup her left breast, fingering the blood-engorged nipple. After a while, he sat back on his haunches and looked up her body into her eyes.

Stroking the backs of her thighs and knees, he smiled into her eyes. “I need you, my darling,” he whispered. “I desire to possess you with all my body and soul.” Whilst her lips tried to form the words, no sound could come from her. The power of speech had left her, she was floating so high. Standing, he led her to the bed with his arm around her waist, his heavy, swollen cock hanging between his legs. She lay on the bed with legs spread open for him. She wanted his hardness in her as quickly as possible. She had wanted him for hours now and needed to feel him filling her. He slipped off his shirt and sat next to her on the bed.

One hand cupped her vagina whilst he bent and kissed her mouth. He lowered his body so that he could feel her breasts against him – a sensation he always craved and enjoyed. He sucked at her tongue. He sucked at her breasts. He covered her in kisses from mouth to vagina and knew from the way her hips rose up to meet him that the time for coupling had come. Kneeling between her parted legs, he gazed down at her, smiling into her eyes as he slid his foreskin way back to expose the large, purple-pink head of his cock. Pre-cum formed in his slit and dripped onto her inner thigh. Placing his left hand near her right shoulder and leaning slightly to the left, he guided his cock along her inner thigh to touch her wet pussy lips. He inserted the head of his cock into her outer lips and began to stroke her clitoris with it. Susan moaned softly with need at the touch and opened her legs as wide as possible to take him.

Paul pressed further a little and his cock head slipped into her. He moved slightly so that both his hands were taking his weight - each hand next to her shoulder. The only touching between them was his hard cock slightly inside her. She lifted her head and they both looked down their bodies to watch him as he started to slide very slowly into her. With a final small thrust of his hips, he was fully inside her and their pubic hair met and mingled. He paused for her to adjust to the feel of him inside her. Tantalisingly, he slowly withdrew his cock until just the head was inside her. Her juice glistened on him. Then, he slid back into her, rested a while and again withdrew. He was making love to her in slow motion so that she could enjoy the sensation.

She moved her hands over his chest, over his belly, over his back as he started to gain momentum and began to fuck her with strong, loving strokes. Susan’s vaginal muscles gripped his cock with each stroke and their hips began to move against each other. She met his thrusts with her own and they began to fuck. She closed her eyes and gave herself to the sensation of him inside her. Her nerve endings began to tingle, warmth flooded her body, and her very bones felt soft and warm. Still supporting his weight, he began to thrust into her, his hips bucking and swaying as his cock fucked her wet pussy.

The air was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the soft background music and the sensuous, wet, slurping sound of his cock slipping in her as her pussy was bathed in her juices. He lowered his body to feel her breasts and belly against him and sucked on her lips and tongue as he fucked and fucked her. Using her hands, she pressed her breasts into domes of flesh and held them so that he could feel them and so she could feel his skin against her nipples, which felt as if they were going to explode.

He never wanted this moment to finish. He loved to be so close to her, to be inside her, to feel her gripping him. He loved her so much. She was his mate, his lover, his closest, most dearest friend. She was everything to him. His cock was so hard for her. His balls bounced against her with each thrust and they could hear the slapping of their bellies with each hard thrust.