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An Alpha Encounter – Part Two

You can read part one here.

I had only a lunch meeting scheduled for the day, which was good, because while I generally pack for my trips with the possibility of adventure in mind, I tend toward a simple negligee for such happy occasions. My lacy red nightie was not what an evening with Brett called for. I knew that. So, a trip to the nearest lingerie store was my morning mission. I love shopping for lingerie. All that silky, sexy, suggestive frilliness.

What to wear? What would please my sexy alpha? You can never really go wrong with black, I decided. My final choice was a laced up the front corset that was snug, and of course, pushed my breasts up to accentuate my cleavage. Sheer black thigh highs, with a seam up the back to add just the right slutty flavor.

I got a text from Brett. Good morning, beauty.

Good morning to you, I responded. I was thinking of you.

I know you were, his next text read.

“Cocky,” I thought. But I was thinking of him. His lips, his body …I sighed. My fingers, lost in the jumble of silky panties on the table in front of me curved with the desire I had to touch him.

7 o’clock sharp, he texted. Do NOT keep me waiting.

Back at the hotel after my meeting,  I preened in front of the mirror in my underwear, admiring my shape in the tight-fitting corset. Chewing my lower lip, I contemplated my travel wardrobe. Short skirt, or tight jeans? I decided on a tight, black skirt, barely long enough to cover the top of my thigh highs. A sheer red blouse, top buttons undone to entice. Having selected a skirt, now I had to decide panties or no panties? What was it Brett expected from me? Well, if he had expectations, he should have told me. I grabbed a pair of pretty, red panties and slid them up my legs. He could remove them, if he didn’t like it.

I applied smoky eye shadow, and vibrant crimson lipstick to match the manicure Brett had admired the night before.  My eyes scanned the half dozen pair of shoes I had brought with me. I finally decided on  red heels. I glanced at the clock as I exited the room and realized I was cutting it short.

“Good thing I drive so fast,” I thought, as I slid into my car, feeling the leather on my naked thighs as my skirt rode up. I couldn’t help it – I dipped my fingers between my legs, and rubbed myself. Just a bit. I was already wet with anticipation.

I arrived at the restaurant with time to spare. Brett was waiting for me. He was standing just inside the entrance looking hot as fuck in a well-tailored suit. The man simply exuded sex-appeal. I smiled as I approached him, noting all the female eyes that were glued on him. When I stopped in front of him, he took my hands in his and spread my arms, as his eyes raked over me. I knew, by the way he was looking at me, as if I were some tempting morsel for him to devour, that my clothing choices had been correct.

“You look beautiful,” he said, raising my hand to his lips and kissing it. His eyes narrowed, and he passed my fingers under his nose slowly. I blushed, remembering my quick touch between my legs in the car. “Did I tell you I have a heightened sense of smell?” He smiled and took my index finger in his mouth, then slowly drew it out over his lips. I watched, entranced, as the pull of his mouth on my finger tugged somewhere deep inside me. Hot, sweet desire flowed through me as he withdrew my finger from his mouth and looked down at me over my hand. I drew in a deep, shaky breath. “Thank you for the delightful and unexpected essence of you.”

“Your table is ready, sir,” the hostess said behind me.

“Are you ready to give me control, Rowena?” he asked, looking into my eyes.

“Well, Brett,” I replied, meeting his gaze, “I’m afraid you’re going to have to take it.”

I could tell by the way his lips curved into a wicked grin that this was the right answer. He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around. His hands moved slowly down my arms, then found my ass, and squeezed.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said as we followed the hostess to our table.

I felt Brett watching me as I perused the menu. “What appeals to you, Rowena?” he asked.

“Besides you?” I asked, glancing up.

The waiter came to the table, and turned first to me. “Would you like something to drink to start off?” Before I could open my mouth, Brett spoke.

“We’re ready to order,” he said, catching me completely off-guard. “We’ll have the roasted figs with brie and spiced honey to start. For the lady, the crab stuffed shrimp, with rice pilaf, and sautéed vegetables. I’ll have the herb crusted lamb with grilled asparagus. Bring us a bottle of Pinot Grigio, and I’ll have a vodka martini.”

“Very well, sir,” the waiter said, turning to go.

“Excuse me,” I said. He turned back to the table. “Please bring me a glass of Cabernet.”

“Of course,” he smiled at me, but glanced in Brett’s direction, as though to confirm. Brett nodded curtly.

“I expect you to drink what I order, Rowena,” he said to me when the waiter was gone.

“Really? Then I suggest you order red wine,” I said.

He frowned, and chewed the inside corner of his mouth as he surveyed me. I dropped my eyes, and shifted in my seat, in the ensuing silence. I had told Brett I was willing to try this. I hadn’t said I’d be any good at it! Red wine is what I drink. Was my beverage preference a deal breaker?

“You know what?” Brett said when the waiter returned with our drinks. “Instead of the white, bring us a bottle of Pinot Noir.” When we were alone again, he said, “There. Does that please you, Rowena?”

“Thank you,” I said. I looked up with a tentative smile.

He laid his hand on the table, palm up, flexing his long fingers in invitation. I placed my hand in his, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “I don’t want you to be unhappy, my pet,” he said. His touch, and the way his deep voice caressed me reminded me why I was there. The awkward moment passed. We chatted lightly until our appetizer was served.

The spicy aroma wafted up, and my mouth began to water. I longed to taste, but had learned my lesson from the wine. I waited to see what Brett would do. He grasped one of the figs between his thumb and forefinger and brought it to his mouth. He held my gaze, as he took a bite from the burgundy-violet flesh. The juice seeped from the fruit and spilled onto his full lips. The brie dripped from the fig, and I watched, mesmerized, as the honey dribbled slowly down his fingers.

He leaned forward, holding the fruit out to me. “Taste,” he said. I understood that he expected me to take the proffered tidbit from his fingers. Our table was in a secluded corner, but we were in no way shielded from the view of others. I didn’t care. I leaned toward Brett over the table. I closed my eyes, and parted my lips, and Brett rubbed the juicy bite across them, before sliding it onto my waiting tongue. His finger rested on my lower lip as I savored the spicy flavors.

I swallowed, and opened my eyes. Brett nodded his head almost imperceptibly in answer to the question he saw in my eyes. I slid my tongue out over my lips, and licked his honey coated fingers. I tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle a small whimper when he slid his finger into my mouth. He teased me, moving it gently in and out over my lips, as I sucked, and swirled my tongue. My body trembled with wanting Brett, and I squeezed my thighs tight, feeling the jolt of pleasure that it sent through me.

This was not food. This was foreplay.

When dinner came, he poured my wine, but told me to wait when I reached for my fork. I sipped my wine, and watched him attend to his own dinner. After a few minutes, he looked up at me. “You have honey on your lips, Rowena,” he said. My tongue immediately snaked out over my lips. “No,” he said sharply. I quickly drew my tongue back into my mouth. He stood up and walked around the table.

I looked up at him as he stood over me. He placed one hand on the back of my chair, and one hand on the table. He surprised me then, bending down and licking my lips. He sucked my lower lip between his, and I felt his tongue and teeth tease it. I opened my mouth, my body quivering with wanton abandon. Finally, he was going to kiss me! He stopped though, his tongue never plunging into my mouth, and straightened up.

“Stand up, Rowena,” he said. Still lost in a lusty fog, I nodded, hoping my knees would hold as I slowly rose. Brett stood behind me, and I felt his breath on my neck. He pulled the collar of my blouse aside and planted a hot kiss on my shoulder. Without thinking, I pressed back against him. My body melted into him, and I could feel, through our clothes that I was not the only one of us that was aroused.

“I didn’t say you could do that,” he said quietly, near my ear. I felt his teeth sink into my flesh. I tensed, but before I was able to register the pain of his sharp teeth, his tongue was licking the small plot of skin he had just bitten. The sights and sounds of the restaurant faded. I felt as if I were suspended in some lascivious subterrane where only Brett, and the burning need I had for him, existed.

I watched as he moved my chair around the corner of the table. “Come. Sit down.” I would be sitting next to him now, instead of across from him. I smiled and eagerly took my seat. I rested my chin in my hands with my elbows on the table as he settled back into his own chair.

“I like you looking at me with your eyes wide, and glistening with desire,” he said, reaching out and brushing my cheek with his hand.

In the back of my mind, I understood what was happening, how Brett was taking control. I believe the method is called sticks and carrots. His gentle rebukes were warnings. Letting me sit next to him was a reward. What surprised me was how readily I responded. God knows I wanted to lick the hand that fed me.

And he did. He scooped the food from my plate, and held the fork to my mouth. He kept one hand on my leg, under the table, and teased me, sliding it up and down my inner thigh,  as he fed me small bites of food. To be honest, I felt silly and a little embarrassed. I glanced around to see if anyone was watching an adult woman being fed by a man so obviously much younger than she. I felt a giggle bubble up under my ribs. I tried to swallow it, but it stuck in my throat. I think Brett sensed my poorly suppressed mirth because I felt a sharp pinch on the inside of my thigh.

“Ouch!” I jumped. “That hurt,” I accused him, the threatening laughter replaced by the sting tears forming behind my eyes. The pinch, on my sensitive flesh had hurt enough that I knew it was going to leave a bruise. I glared at him.

He returned my stare, his hand now gently rubbing where he had just inflicted pain. “I’m sorry, pet,” he said, “but I want you to concentrate on this delicious food. Your thoughts were wandering.” His voice soothed me, as did his soft caress. But I was on my guard now. “Don’t pout, pretty Rowena.” He flashed a grin at me.

It was hard to resist, but I regarded him warily. He shook his head, and “tsked.” Before I even knew what was happening, he had reached behind my head. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he pulled my head back and leaned toward me. His mouth came down hard on mine, crushing my lips as he forced them apart with his tongue. As surprised as I was, my immediate reaction was to stiffen, forgetting how much I’d longed for this kiss. His tongue probed deep in my mouth, and I felt his hand move higher on my thigh, until his fingers brushed my panties.

As the heat of his kiss spread through me, I responded. My tongue danced with his, and I parted my thighs, inviting his touch. My senses were filled with him. My fingers recalled the ache to touch him. I reached out, placing my hand on his chest. I felt his lips curve into a smile against my own. As abrupt as his onslaught of my mouth had been, he pulled away as suddenly. My eyes fluttered open, and I looked up at him, dazed and breathless. He reached up and took my hand, still pressed against his sexy chest in his, pulling it away, settling it in my lap.

“Brett,” I said. My body trembled as I let go a heavy sigh. I craved him. His kiss …

“I know my cougar has claws,” he smiled. “But you must learn to behave.”

I dropped my eyes. I was ready to do whatever he wanted just for a repeat of that all-consuming kiss. Oh my god! His lips were an invitation to debauch myself in new and unexpected ways. I couldn’t wait.

I had walked into this restaurant in a playful, albeit skeptical, mood. I would be walking out as Brett’s pliant pet.

And he knew it.

Climactic Part Three – Coming soon! Tease:

I squirmed as he held me in place.

“I’ll give you all you want, and more, pet. But,” he said, lifting his hand, “you need to learn that you’ll only get it when I say.” I jumped more at the sound of his swift, sharp smack on my bare ass than the sting.


A Bookstore Fantasy

She delighted in the sharp indrawn breaths, the stares, the feeble attempts at striking up a conversation. Just for fun, she’d stopped by the bookstore, because she had some time to kill before meeting her best friend at a bar to play their favorite game. That game was “Tease the Boys,” and she was hoping to rack up some extra points by starting early. Early, and with a crowd that might be deemed less susceptible than a bunch of drunk guys at a club. These were literary guys!

She was dressed in short skirt that just barely covered her thigh highs and garter. Her blouse was sheer, and her thin bra hid little. She had browsed the bestsellers for a bit, bending to see something on the bottom shelf when a particularly stuffy, or middle-aged guy was standing near. She soon grew bored of that. Too many wives and girlfriends, huffing and puffing with indignation, pulling their men to safety. She overheard, as she was intended to, a snide comment. In response, she placed her stiletto-heeled foot on the third shelf of the rack, and adjusted her stocking, laughing as Ms. Offended dragged her leering boyfriend off.










She wandered upstairs to the Sexuality section. She sighed. Not much going on there. She was bored now, but still had some time to kill. She decided she’d grab a magazine and have a cappuccino in the coffee shop. As she turned, a young man appeared at the end of the aisle, as if he were a vision she conjured. He was tall, and lean, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was dressed casually in a plaid cotton button down shirt, and a pair of jeans. She looked up at him and smiled. He didn’t respond, until she waved her hand in front of her chest, and motioned, palm up, that he should lift his gaze. She was absolutely delighted when she saw a deep flush spread over his cheeks.

“Oh, yummy,” she thought. He was shy, too!  She turned sideways and reached up toward the top shelf, making sure her skirt rose high on her thighs. Failing to reach the top shelf, as she’d known and planned, she turned back to face him.

“You’re so tall,” she purred. “Do you think you could reach that book on the top shelf for me?”

“Oh, sure, of course,” he said, dragging his eyes away from her. “Which one?”

“That one there, babe. How to please a man.” He blushed again, but reached up and grabbed the book in question. He didn’t seem to know where to look as he handed it to her. “Thank you,” she said. She flipped the book open and pretended to read, but just made it up as she went along.

“According to this book,” she said, “a man is very pleased when a woman kneels in front of him and reaches for his belt.” She paused and licked her lips, glancing up to see how he was doing. He was rooted to the floor. Good. She looked back at the pages and continued. “He likes it if she unbuckles the belt, then unbuttons his jeans, and pulls down the zipper.”

Again, she looked up, meeting his eyes. “Is that true? Does that sound right?” she asked. “You’re a man, so you must know.”

He stared at her for a minute. “Poor baby,” she thought.

“Next, it says I should inch your jeans down over your hips…”













He continued to stare. She slammed the book closed. He jumped. “Obviously none of this is right!”

“No,” he said, finally finding his voice, “it all sounds about right.”

She turned her back, and bent from the waist, knowing her stockings and garter, and a generous glimpse of her ass would be visible to him. She pretended to look at the books on the bottom shelf. She knew he had moved closer when she felt the heat from his body behind her. She straightened and stepped backwards. Her body grazed his, and she could feel his breath on neck. She moved her hips suggestively. His arms slipped around her waist, and he pulled her tight against him. She could feel he was hard through his jeans.

“I could teach you how to please a man, if you want,” he said softly in her ear.

She shivered with delight when his hands reached up and caressed her breasts through her flimsy attire. She rubbed her ass against him, and heard a low, deep sigh escape his lips. She reached up and took one of his hands – only one, because she liked the feel of his hands on her tits, and slowly guided it down. Over her stomach, lower still, until his hand was right between her thighs. As sexy as this was, they would have to find somewhere at least a little more private. She moaned softly, then grasped both his hands firmly and turned in his embrace.

“Kiss me,” she said.

He readily obliged. Her arms snaked up around his broad shoulders, as he leaned into her. She heard a small sound of pleasure escape from her throat when his lips met hers. His kiss was hot and soft. It felt like a small fire burning, just a prelude to the flames that would soon envelop her. He grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him.







The kiss continued, as the intensity of their passion grew. She was trying to think where they could go – maybe the bathroom? Maybe her car? Maybe she would just take him home! He was so perfect, and she wanted to enjoy him. When her phone beeped, he stopped kissing her. He pulled away.

“Shit,” she said, reaching into her purse for her phone. “See you there in 20 minutes,” the text from her friend read.

“Damn. Look, baby, I’ve got somewhere I have to be.”

He looked so disappointed. So was she!

A thought occurred to her. “You know what? I’m just meeting a friend for drinks. Why don’t you come with me? We can get to know each other a little better,” she said, and winked at him. She reached out and ran a hand over the front of jeans.

“Oh,” he said, suddenly shy again.  “I don’t know…”

“Babe. Life is only an adventure if you make it one,” she said. “I’ll let you drive my sexy sports car.” She pulled her keys out of her purse and dangled them in front of him. “And remember what we were just reading about…”


Kissing Zach …

“El, I have to talk to you. I’m coming over after work,” I said into the phone. I was despondent.

“Ro, not tonight. I promised Mason I would cook him dinner.”

“Ellll, pleeeease,” I said. “it’s urgent.”

“We haven’t had a date night in weeks,” she said.

“But you’re the only one I can talk to. Please, El. Pretty, super, pretty please? You can cook for Mason anytime. I am having a transcendental crisis.”

“Do you even know what that means?” she asked.

“No,” I said, “but it sounds right.” I nodded. It did. I was having some kind of crisis, that was for damn sure.

“I hate it when you get needy,” she said. I heard the exasperation in her voice, but I could tell she was going to relent. “What the hell happened? Did Jesse come by the office?”


“You’re usually only this upset when Jesse is involved.”

I closed my eyes and pictured Jesse in my mind. So sexy! Maybe that was all I needed. Something else to think about. It didn’t work. Not even the image of Jesse was enough to distract me from my woe.









“No, not Jesse,” I said. “Something else.”

“Oh, dammit, Ro,” she said. “Mason is going to be so pissed.”

“I’m leaving in ten minutes.” I had to lurk around my office later now, because I didn’t want to run into J Dub, our CEO, as I left the building. I didn’t know if he had heard about me propositioning his son, but I didn’t want to find out. At least not face-to-face in the elevator. Although that was the least of my worries at that moment.

What I had on my mind was Zach, the sweet, sexy guy I’d had drinks with– and well, maybe a little more than drinks –  the previous night. I had miscalculated something along the way, and now I was melancholy, when I should be happy.

As soon as I knew it was coast clear, I left. I slipped into my car and backed out of my space. No one got in my way – everyone knew it was best to wait until I was out of the parking lot before leaving their own spaces. I was always in a hurry, and not too good about mirrors. I slammed into to first gear, and was already in third by the time I reached the end of row. I heard someone lay on the horn as I whipped around the corner, looking in the rear view as I down-shifted. I held up my hand, middle finger extended, and uttered a few choice curses, realizing too late that I had just cut off J Dub.

“Oh, fuck,” I muttered. You’d think I didn’t need this job! Quickly, I raised all the fingers on my hand, and waved. He wouldn’t know it was me. Though I’m sure it would be easy enough to find out who the reckless woman in the black 86 was, if he wanted to. Everyone kind of recognized my car.

“You’re such fuck up, Rowena,” I told myself, as I merged on to the highway. I tapped my nails against the steering wheel, impatient with traffic. I switched on the audio, and Nowhere Fast by Eminem filled the interior of my small car, making the armrest throb and the mirror shiver. That was fine. The song suited my mood exactly. In fact, I was going to make it my personal anthem. “Fuck doin’ what your told. We’re goin’ nowhere fast,” I sang along.








El greeted me at the door. “Amelia! I’m miserable,” I said, pushing out my lower lip.

“Okay, babe,” she said, pulling me into a hug. “I’m sure it’s all going to be fine.”

I shook my head. “I made a terrible mistake.” I followed her into the living room, where she already had a generous glass of my favorite wine poured, the open bottle sitting right next to it on the end table next to “my spot” on her couch. God knows I don’t deserve such a wonderful best friend. I actually felt the sting of tears behind my eyes.

“Ro…” she said. “What’s wrong, babe? Come sit down, and tell me all about it.” She sat on the loveseat across from the couch. I sat down, lifted the wine glass, and downed most of it in one long draught. “So? Tell me.”

“Oh my god, El! I can’t believe I did this!” She waited, sipping her own wine. “Zach…” I said.

“Who the hell is Zach?”

“Oh. He’s this guy,” I said. She didn’t press for more, because they usually were. “I met him for drinks last night.”

“Your usual evening?”

“Yes,” I said draining my glass, and refilling it. “But no.”

“Don’t be cryptic,” she warned. “I’m not getting laid tonight, because you needed to talk. So talk.”

I downed some more wine. “I liked him.”

El stared at me. “You like all of them. That’s why you seduce them.”

“No, El” I said. “I mean I stupid liked him. Like, I wanted to say cute and clever things to make him smile. Like, I want to cook him dinner. He’s smart, and funny, and has a sweet smile. I mean, the conversation was my favorite part of the evening. Well, and the kissing.”










“Oh,” she said. Now she was beginning to understand. “How was the sex?” she asked.

“It was good. Better for me than him, though. This is the worst part, El…” I felt tears threatening again, so I poured the rest of the bottle into my glass and drank it all down in one huge, shaky gulp. “I don’t think he was into me at all. I think he was being polite.”

“Oh,” she said. She stood up. “I think we’re going to need another bottle.”

She picked up the empty bottle, and left me sitting on the couch. I felt like such an idiot. Finer feelings are simply not something I do. But I couldn’t get the memory of Zach’s kisses out of my head. “Oh fuck! Goddamn! Shit, shit, goddammit,” I cried in frustration.

“Ro,” El said, walking directly over to refill my glass. “This is not the worst thing ever.” I looked at her hopefully.

“He’s the first since you met Jesse, right?”

“Quit trying to distract me with Jesse! This has nothing to do with him.”

“Maybe it does, babe. Maybe you’re just transferring your obsession since you can’t consummate your lust with Jesse.” She laughed, and rolled her eyes. “Poor Zach!”

“What the hell good does this psychobabble do me?”

“I don’t know. I just think you need to examine what’s going on. I know introspection is not your thing, but you should probably do some. Do you want him more than Jesse?”

I sucked down some more wine, and considered. “It’s two different things,” I said finally, refilling my glass.

“Gun to your head, babe – one night with Jesse, or a dream date with Zach?”

“That’s not fair!” I swirled my wine, watching it leave viscous tracks on the glass, trying to do the introspection El was demanding. She was probably right. I counted on her to be sensible for me, because god knows I couldn’t do it on my own. But all I really wanted was to silence my thoughts. I hate being conflicted.

“Do you remember the last time you cooked dinner for someone?” El asked.

I racked my brain. “No,” I said, shrugging.

“Me either,” she laughed, “but I do remember you hated him before you even served dessert.”

I shook my head. “That can’t be right,” I said.

“Why not?”

“Because I would have been dessert.” We sat quietly for a moment. I could tell El was searching for the magic words to make me feel better. I was just thinking about Zach’s lips on mine. So hot! God, the man knew how to kiss! I wanted to kiss him again. And again, and again…

“I told him about my vineyard,” I said. Planting a vineyard on my land is a dream of mine. It’s a personal thing. I share my dreams far less frequently than I share my body. In other words, besides my sons, El was probably the only person in the world that knew I wanted to plant Cabernet grapes in my backyard. Her brow furrowed. I could tell she was worried now.

“I get it, Ro,” she said. “It was sweet, and soft, and fluffy. But you’re not.”

“I am too! I am the softest, fluffiest…What was the other thing?” I knew I was drunk. “You know what, El?”

“What, babe?”

“Maybe I’m too old for this.”  The tears that had been threatening all day escaped in a single, heavy drop, down my cheek. El jumped up, and sat beside me, pulling me into a hug.

“Oh, bullshit,” she said. “You just need to give up wanting what you can’t have, and concentrate on what makes you happy.”

“What makes me happy, El?”

“Hot, young guys,” she said, without hesitation.

I considered her words, as I stumbled off to bed. I knew she was probably right. She usually was. But it was the memory of Zach’s sweet lips on mine that I fell asleep with.



Kiss Me in the Rain

It was a beautiful day…to start. The sky azure, the brilliant sunlight made the dew covered grass sparkle like a field of precious gems. So dazzling, so lush, so Spring! It was a perfect day for a first date.







Turning away from the window, Ava told herself that the dawning of an idyllic day did not necessarily portend a good date. Ethan had suggested an outside meeting place, though, so you never know. She towel dried her hair, and opened the closet. What the hell should she wear?

A few hours later, she met him at the park. He smiled, his eye sweeping over her. She’d decided on a cotton sundress. It was warm enough for that. Ethan was wearing a pair of nicely fitting jeans, and tee – Ava had no idea what band it was.

She returned his smile, a bit nervous now. She didn’t like dating. It was such an awkward ritual. He’d seemed so nice, when she’d met him, accidentally, at the bookstore. They’d struck up a conversation about an author they both enjoyed. Ava hadn’t realized she was flirting until he asked for her number. She’d only hesitated for a minute. She never followed through with any of the matches on the dating app she used. Why not try this unexpected face-to-face connection. He was smart and funny, and he read. That was more than she could say about most guys.

“Shall we walk?”

“Sure,” Ava said. Serene hiking trails, that’s what the website had said. “I’ve never been to this park. Do you have a trail picked out?”

They walked, side by side, making the appropriate comments about the gloriousness of the day, and how refreshing spring was, after the dismal months of winter. Ethan was a student, studying agriculture. Ava wondered what he would think if he knew her age. She was old enough to be, well, considerably older than she suspected he was.

As they ambled along, stopping to look when there was something to see, the clouds began to roll in. She looked up when the wind began to whip her hair into her face.

“Rain was not forecast,” she said.

Ethan looked up at the now roiling sky. “No. It wasn’t,” he said.

He stood in the middle of the path, as other hikers scurried by in a mad rush to the parking lot. They were a good 45 minutes in to their walk. Ava had no illusion that they were going to outpace the imminent downpour.

“Charge, or retreat?” she asked.

He took her hand, and pulled her off the beaten path, under some trees with large branches as big, thick drops of rain began to fall. The branches provided some cover, until the deluge was released from above. They were soon soaked.

Ava laughed, then shivered. The wind had picked up, and it sent a chill through her. She glanced at Ethan. His tee-shirt clung to his body, accentuating his muscular frame. She found that most pleasant to gaze at. He looked at her then, and when she saw his eyes narrow, it occurred to her that her dress must be clinging similarly to her. She blushed.

He reached out, his strong arms encircling her waist, and pulling her into his embrace. She tilted her head to look up at him as her arms found their way around his broad shoulders. The rain was cold, but his lips were warm. The level of heat increased as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, and not only where their mouths met. His hands slipped from her waist to her ass, and he pulled her against him. She thrust her hips forward, and could feel that this rain kiss was turning him on, too.














He moved a hand up to caress her breast. She could feel the warmth through her flimsy cotton dress and bra. Her nipples were already stiff because of the cold rain, but now they responded to his touch.

“Oh, baby,” he said, his lips moving from her mouth to her neck, his hot breath on her cold flesh causing her body to shudder with desire. He unbuttoned her dress, and slid a hand into her bra. He returned to kissing her lips, and she moaned when he pinched her stiff nipple. He backed her against the trunk of the tree, pressing his crotch into her.

Ava didn’t know how long they kissed, in this unexpected spring shower. It was over though, as quickly as it had begun. The sun returned, and the clouds dispersed. They drew away from each other, and she adjusted her bra, and rebuttoned her top.

They walked back to the parking lot.


One Night (A Fantasy)

A light scent of lavender wafted up when she opened the drawer. She sunk her hands into the soft, silky jumble, smiling, running her fingers pantiesover her array of lingerie. She was looking for something specific, something skimpy, and sexy, and soft – a pair of black lace panties, that, when she put them on, would hug her ass snugly, and outline her lips – provocatively, not blatantly. She spotted what she was looking for and fished the panties out.

“Perfect!” she thought, bending to slip them on. She straightened, and pulled them up, turning to preen in front of the mirror. She frowned, wishing she still had the body of her youth, not that she’d appreciated it when she had it. She shook her head and shrugged. It would simply have to do. She returned her attention to the lingerie drawer.

What should she wear? He liked sexy underclothes, but getting undressed was an important element tonight. She shivered with anticipation, thinking of him fumbling with the zipper on her pants, and became decidedly damp when she imagined him pulling them down.

“Careful, girly,” she said to herself. “You’re going to have to change underwear if you keep thinking like that.” She looked at all the pretty silk. “Why not both?” she thought, and picked out a lacy red teddy. It was nylon, not silk, but it stretched and clung to her body, and accentuated her tits. He’d like that, she was sure of it. So she slipped it on. She grabbed her jeans and shimmied into them, tucking the teddy in.

This was not a bad look, just like that, she thought. But no, she wanted him to undress her. She riffled through her blouses. Unbutton, or pull off? She couldn’t decide. Her favorite floral chiffon top caught her eye. It did have buttons, but could be slipped easily over her head, as well. She’d wear that one, and let him decide.

She neatened up the room, and went to the kitchen. She opened a bottle of wine, not sure if, or when, they might drink it, but he had once intimated that he would enjoy licking wine off her breasts, so she figured it was best to be prepared.

She looked at the clock. Less than an hour. She was so excited, she couldn’t stay still. He was coming this time, surely he was. He had promised. He wasn’t going to disappoint her again. He wanted this as much as she did. Didn’t he?

She checked her makeup, and brushed her long auburn hair yet again. She was so nervous! Why? She’d done this before. It was because tonight it was him. The man who, through design, or chance, had managed to tap her deepest desires. She had wanted him for so long. And tonight! Tonight, she would finally feel his touch, hear his voice, taste his kisses.

lipsShe realized her hands were shaking. She reapplied her dark, vibrant lipstick. The sun had set, so she made sure there was soft lighting in the bedroom, and in the front room. She didn’t want any harsh light to start off with. He was younger than she, and despite having entertained younger men before with no complaint, she was still self-conscious about her age.

Her heart skipped when she heard his car in the drive.  “Oh, god,” she said, trying to catch her breath, putting her hand to her chest, as though it would still her fluttering heart. When he knocked, she walked to the door. She stood perfectly still for one second before taking a deep breath, and opening it.

Her eyes widened with pleasure as her gaze swept over him, taking in his height – he was tall, she loved that! It was cold outside, so he was wearing a coat, but she got a sense of his body, the jeans that hung just right on his narrow hips.

“Hi,” she said, smiling. “Come in.” He walked through the door, and dropped his bag. They stood there, and she stayed still as his eyes now raked over her. She willed herself not to give the “What do you think?” questioning shrug.

“You came,” she said breathlessly, and stepped close to him.

“I did,” he responded, and reached out, pulling her to him. Her arms snaked up around his shoulders and she turned her face up to him.

“I’m so glad,” she whispered just before she felt his lips on hers. It was the kiss she had dreamed of …




Kiss Me, Please!

Perfect fantasies start with a kiss. Kissing is so hot, sexy, sweet. Lips, I fear, get forgotten sometimes in our rush to other hot, sexy body parts. But the lips… ah, those make me sigh. The sight of a man’s full sensuous lips is all I need for my thoughts to start wandering.

Hot, sweet, sexy lips
Hot, sweet, sexy lips

His arms encircle my waist, as he pulls me against him. I tilt my head to look up at him, my lower lip trapped between my teeth, anticipating. I know he can see it in my eyes, how intensely I long for his kiss. He caresses my face with his strong, warm hand, pushing back my hair. His thumb gently traces my lips. I catch my breath, his touch sends a familiar thrill through me.

I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, pressing my body against his. He smiles, and moving his hand to the back of my neck, he bends to me. I close my eyes. Ready. Wanting. My knees go weak the second our lips touch. My body melts into him. His hands slip low, grabbing my ass to pull me more tightly against him and I can feel through our clothes that he wants me too.

His tongue parts my lips and my head falls back. I love the hot feel of his mouth on mine. Our tongues dance, our breathing quickens. His kiss becomes deeper, more insistent.

We both know where this is going, but tonight, I want to kiss him forever…