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An Alpha Encounter

 

Part One

It was a welcome relief, sitting in the quiet hotel bar. I was going to be here, in godforsaken Ohio, for at least a week. It might even take two or three. Sipping my wine, I thought about Steve again. He’d taken me for dinner, hoping to convince me not to shut down his company. He even tried to seduce me, though whether that was because he thought it would work, or he just wanted in my panties, only he knows.

Poor Steve! He’d thought we were going to absorb his business. Jack acquired this obscure little software company because they had an analytics program we need. They also had any number of other platforms, some of them, admittedly quite good, but we don’t need those. I had my orders: get what we need, find any assets, and get the company ready to close.

I’d let the ritual play out. Expensive restaurant, plenty of wine, the tentative hand on my thigh … His crushed look when I said, “Babe. You got more for your company than you could have dreamed. Go home to your wife. Tell your employees to send us a resume. ” He looked miserable, but nodded. He was defeated. I waved the waiter over, and asked for the check. Steve did not object when I threw my corporate card down.

My reverie was interrupted when I heard a deep voice next to me say, “Can I get a vodka martini.” I glanced sidewise and was pleasantly surprised to see an attractive, late 30ish man.  My eyes traversed his body. He was tall, and lean, and wearing a pair of jeans that hugged his hips just the way I love. His tee moulded his chiseled chest, and his bare, well-muscled arms made me want them wrapped around me immediately.  I knew he knew I was checking him out.

“May I?” he asked, settling on to the bar stool beside me. The bar was nearly empty, so this was encouraging.

“Oh, sure,” I said, shifting my purse on the bar.

“Another glass of wine, too, please,” he called to the bartender, pointing at my nearly empty glass.

“Thank you,” I said, looking into his eyes. They were blue. I have a weakness for tall men with blue eyes. A Friday night in Bumfuck Ohio suddenly held some appeal.

“I’m Brett,” he said, flashing a dazzling smile.

“Hi, Brett. I’m Rowena,” I responded, holding out my hand. His hand was strong and warm, and his handshake was firm. I did the apply pressure thing, as well. He gave me a wry smile and scrutinized me through half-closed eyes. I wondered if he’d made the same mistake so many men do, assuming that, because I dress the way I do, I was going to be easy.

I mean, I am easy, but I get to choose. Brett, looking as yummy as he did, was already on the short list, but he still had to convince me. There are certain things I look for, to make sure that a confident man isn’t really just a selfish, conceited prick. Selfish men are the worst in bed!

We chatted over drinks. I learned that Brett was self-employed, also travelling for work. He was in town to sign a new client. He lived on the east coast, but most of his clients were in the Midwest, so he was frequently in the area. He was bright, and friendly, and his deep voice was sexy as hell.

“So, Brett,” I said, tossing back the rest of my wine. “Would you like to come up to my room with me?”

He smiled, and turned so he was facing me. I turned in my seat as well, until my legs were between his. I dropped a hand, and ran it up his thigh, in case he had any question as to what the invitation entailed. He surprised me by taking my hand in his and lifting it from his leg.

“You’re an attractive woman, Rowena,” he said, interlacing his fingers with mine. I was shocked! I hadn’t thought I’d misread the signs. Maybe I was losing my touch. There had been the incident with Zach a couple of months back … I was disappointed, though. Brett was positively exquisite, and I really wanted to get him out of those jeans.

“Wow,” I said. “Really? I got this wrong?”

“If you mean that I want you,” he said, bringing my hand to his lips, “then no. You’re not wrong.” I squirmed on my seat when his tongue slipped out over his full, sensuous lips, and he licked from the palm of my hand to the tip of my middle finger.

“Oh, damn, Brett,” I said, my voice breathy and deep. “Then what?”

“I like the way you wear your nails,” he said, examining my hand. “I usually have to send my dates to the salon, so they get a proper manicure. You’ve already nailed it. Excuse the pun.”

He smiled, and turned my hand over, tickling the palm with his long, tanned fingers. The intimacy of his casual touch sent a jolt of desire through my body that settled deep between my legs. He wore no wedding ring, and his caresses were deliberate. Why was he hesitating?

“I have certain … proclivities,” he said. The way he was looking at me! I could see my own desire reflected in his eyes. There was no warning flare, just curiosity. What unexpected fetish did this Adonis have?

“Such as?” I prompted.

“I’m sure you struggle to find men who appreciate your confidence and independence. I like those qualities in you.”

“Brett …” I had no idea where he was going.

“I need to be in control,” he said, his eyes meeting mine.

“Oh,” I said, turning back to the bar, and flagging the bartender to bring me another glass of wine.

“Does that bother you, Rowena?” he asked, his lips close to my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“It doesn’t bother me, necessarily,” I said. “I’m just not sure what you mean. Are you talking about the BDSM all the girls are twittering about?”

He laughed. “No, that’s not it,” he said. “I would never hurt or humiliate you. I just want you relinquish control. I want to show you the pleasure of submission.”

I wasn’t so sure about that. Don’t get me wrong. I like to be pushed up against a wall, my hands pinned over my head, and kissed passionately as much as the next girl, but sometimes I want to push him back in the pillows and pin his hands.

“You’re an open-minded woman,” he said. “Have dinner with me tomorrow night.”

“You know what?” I wasn’t sure what I was going to say. I paused, worrying my lower lip between my teeth. “Okay.” I held my wine glass up, noting the sparkle in his eye as he smiled, and tapped his glass to mine.

We lingered over our drinks, and the sexual tension was palpable. Every smoldering look, every casual touch, every charged word. I wanted him so much! I couldn’t believe I wasn’t going to have him in my bed that very night.

“The anticipation is just part of the fun, Rowena,” he told me, sensing my need. “I want you to do something.”

“What?” I asked, knowing in that moment there was very little I wouldn’t do, if he asked.

“Go into the ladies room and take your panties off.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Do it,” he commanded. His voice, which had been gentle and caressing up until now, was forceful.

I stood up and looked at him. Judging by the look on his face, he was completely serious. Well, I’d told him I was down to try this. I might as well embrace it. It’s not like I had never been in a bar with no panties on before, after all.

I walked across the room, feeling his eyes follow me. In the stall, I wondered if I was going to be able to follow through. I was not used to, nor was I particularly fond of, being told what to do. Pursing my lips, I slipped my lacy black panties off. Crumpling them in in a fist, I returned to the bar, where Brett sat, waiting expectantly.

He held his hand out, as I stood before him. I reached up and pushed the panties in to his waiting hand. He took them, and I glanced furtively round the bar to see if anyone noticed as he shook them out, then lifted them to his face, inhaling deeply.

“Good girl,” he said, slipping my panties into his pocket. “These are mine now. Sit back down.” He patted the stool. “Let’s talk about tomorrow.” He handed me a slip of paper. “This is the restaurant where I want you to meet me. 7 o’clock.”

“Is there anything I need to do,” I asked. “You know … to …Should I do anything before we meet?”

He put his hand on my chin, and turned my face up to him. “I’m going to let you dress yourself, Rowena,” he said. “Just keep in mind that I like heels.”

“Okay,” I said.

He smiled, then leaned in and tenderly brushed my lips with his. My body trembled at the touch of his mouth. I wanted him to really kiss me. I wanted to feel his lips crushing mine, wanted some indication that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him, but he pulled away. My eyes dropped. I clearly saw the outline of his hard-on pressing against the front of his jeans. It was the sign I needed. I smiled and licked my lips.

This, I thought to myself, might be well worth the wait.

I tossed and turned in bed that night. I was titillated now by the game Brett had suggested, and curious to see how it would unfold. I kept hearing his voice, “I want you relinquish control. I want to show you the pleasure of submission.” It  sounded so sexy when he said it.

 

 

 

Part 2

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.

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Stormy Passion

The loud clap of thunder jolts me from my sleep. I look at the clock. 3 a.m. Too early to wake up. I turn in the bed, hugging a pillow, willing myself back to sleep. Another rumble, punctuated by a sharp crack informs me that slumber will elude me for now. I shift to my back, my eyes adjusting to the flashes of lightning illuminating the room like a strobe.

It is an intense storm.

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You stir in your sleep at the next big burst, but you have always slept deeper than I. You sigh and push your head in the pillows as the lightning plays in the dark room. I listen to the rain whipping at the windows, and to your breathing, low and steady.

My attention has shifted now, from the storm to your warm body next to me. I can feel the electricity from the storm fill the air as I gaze at you sprawled naked on the bed. Gently, so as not to disturb you, I reach out to touch you, the heat that radiates from you makes my hand tingle as if there were a storm all it’s own between my fingertips and your supine body.

The tingle spreads, and I feel a familiar tug between my legs.

“Don’t be selfish,” I think to myself as I turn to face you, my hand moving to caress your shoulder. You stir again and reach for me, pulling me into your embrace. I slide closer to you, my arm curling around your neck as I push myself against you. I stop then, and remain still.

I will not wake you. It is enough that our naked bodies are entwined. I close my eyes as the storm continues, each flash of lightning intensifying my longing for you. I cannot help myself – I push my hips into yours, and I can feel that the storm has affected you too. Despite my good intentions, I slide my hand over your chest, then lower still, across your stomach. You catch your breath, and pull me to you, your face nuzzled in my hair, as your lips kiss my neck.

“I’m sorry …” I say, mustering what innocence I can. “The storm … Did I wake you?”

“It must have been the thunder,” you say, just before your lips claim mine.

Our passion rises with the intensity of the storm, and our kisses become more urgent. Familiar touch, we know each others bodies so well, but the storm adds an unexpected element of excitement, as if Mother Nature herself has devised the weather just so we will rediscover our deep passion, this very night. Breathing hard, you push me onto my back. Your beautiful, sleepy eyes, illuminated with each burst of lightning, gaze down at me.

“Yes!” I cry, as I open myself to you. The wind, the thunder, the sound of the rain beating on the windows, provide a symphony and rhythm for our lovemaking. You, and I, and the storm reach a simultaneous crescendo.

As the storm recedes, lying next to each other, languorous, hands clasped, I sigh contentedly in the dark. I turn my head and see, in the light of a distant lightning flash, your lips curved in a smile.

“That was quite a storm,” I say.

“I like thunderstorms,” you say, reaching out to pull me into a warm embrace. I snuggle against you, and feel sleep overcome me as I listen to your deep even breathing.

Love in the Park

There is something decidedly tantalizing about being au naturel outdoors. A gentle breeze flowing across your breasts and making your nipples hard, blowing like a lover’s breath between your legs. Exposing the parts of your body that never see the light of day to warm rays of sunshine is a sensual experience.

Sexier still, is your partner spreading a blanket in the park and inviting you to sit down. He sits behind you and begins to kiss your neck. As you lean back into him, his arms pull you into a warm embrace, and his hands reach up and unbutton your light cotton blouse. You melt against him as his hands slide up to caress you.

His hot kisses still lingering on your neck, he whispers a sweet nothing in your ear as he reaches behind and unhooks your bra. Your breasts uncovered in the sunlight, his fingers pinching your hard nipples gently, makes you squirm. His touch feels so good, and being outside adds a note of delicious wickedness to the feel of his hands squeezing and teasing your bare tits.

He moves then, until he is in front of you, and leans in to kiss your lips. It is your turn to unbutton his shirt, slowly, while he kisses you deeply. When the last button is undone, you reach up to run your hands over his bared chest, and lower, over his stomach.

You whimper with want, and he sighs, as he pushes you back onto the blanket. When he presses his chest against you as he sinks his tongue deep in your mouth, you pull him close. Laying on the ground, the sweet smell of spring all around you, his naked skin against yours intoxicates you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and he reaches down, pushing your skirt up until it bunches around your hips. You move a hand up to pull his head closer to you, wanting his deepest kiss.

His hand slips between your legs, and your back arches to meet his touch as he slowly and rhythmically rubs you through your panties. Your breathing quickens and you place your hand over his, pressing it into you as you writhe in ecstasy. You begin to tug at his jeans, managing to unbutton them while he continues to kiss and fondle you. You inch the zipper down. Just as you are about to slide your hand into his pants, he pulls abruptly away from you. Your eyes flutter open, blinking in the brightness, and an involuntary sound of protest escapes your lips.

He moves next to you and slowly, deliberately, slides your panties down. He smiles at you at you as he slips them off. You are half naked in broad daylight with your lover.

He moves between your legs, spreading your thighs with his knees. Your eyes widen with pleasure at the sight of him kneeling in front of you in sexy dishabille. His shirt hanging open, his jeans unzipped, hinting at hidden delight. You want him so much in that perfect moment. You thrust your hips suggestively.

Again, he smiles. “I’m glad you thought to bring a picnic,” he says in a deep, husky voice, as his head dips between your legs.

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The Romantic Dinner

What is the perfect romantic dinner?  There are certain elements I’m sure everyone agrees on: candlelight, wine, chocolate… and of course, hot, smoldering looks throughout the meal. But when you invite a man over for dinner – the one that is leading to THE moment, how do you prepare? What do you cook?

The first part of the evening you should concentrate on is, well, you. You want to be relaxed and inviting. Take a hot bubble bath with some sensuous essential oils before you begin preparing dinner.  When you dress, choose the clothes that make you feel comfortable and sexy. Dressing for him is fine, but remember, this is your night too, and it will unfold much better if you are feeling confident and natural.

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Set the mood. Soft lighting, some sensual background music, perhaps a vanilla potpourri. Remember, all the senses can be titillated, and the more the brain’s pleasure center is stimulated, the better the sex is going to be.

What should you serve for dinner? I posted an article about aphrodisiac foods the other day. Whatever you do, stay in your culinary comfort zone. Don’t try a new and complicated recipe if you don’t know your way around the kitchen too well, or if you are not sure how something will turn out. You want good food, and you don’t want stress worrying about it.

Prepare lighter foods – fish or a tasty filet with rice or steamed vegetables is much better than a heavy meat and potatoes dinner. You don’t want him thinking about a nap instead of you after dinner! Keep the number of courses at or below 4 – appetizer, soup/salad, entrée, and dessert. Serve food with red wine.

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Keep in mind, food can be part of foreplay. Feed him bites of food from your fingers. If he reciprocates, take the food from his fingers into your mouth while staring into his eyes. Grab his wrist with both your hands and suck his fingers to get every bit of flavor from them. If you can work whipped cream into your chocolate dessert, be sure to do it. Then get creative.

You can find some recipe suggestions from Sara’s recipes in this free eCookbook when you sign up for the Romance with Rowena newsletter.

 

 

Aphrodisiac Food

Some foods are considered aphrodisiacs. There is, apparently, science to back this up.  A variety of foods, due to the vitamins and minerals they contain, actually stimulate the pleasure center of the brain.  Some foods are considered aphrodisiacs because of a suggestive appearance. Some foods have libido enhancing aromas. Others may spark neurotransmitters that imitate the the feelings of sexual arousal or love.

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Oysters, probably the most oft cited aphrodisiac food, contain high levels of zinc, a nutrient essential to the production of testosterone (key to libido stimulation for both men and women).  The sweet. salty flavor of oysters is also reminiscent of a powerful female pheromone.

Avocados contain high levels of vitamin E, sometimes referred to as the sex vitamin. Avocados also contain a lot of potassium, which enhances libido.

Pomegranates are full of antioxidants and vitamin C, both key nutrients in a healthy sex drive.

The scent of red wine  resembles a mans pheromones. Red wine also contains antioxidants which help blood flow. Blood flow is important to sex, as everyone knows.

Everything about chocolate is sexy! Not only does dark chocolate smell and taste sensuous, eating it causes dopamine levels to spike.  Dopamine  is released in the brain when we fall in love. Dark chocolate also releases tryptophan  a chemical associated with arousal.

Watermelon (this one surprised me, too!), is full of lycopene, which relaxes blood vessels and improves circulation. Studies suggest that watermelon may actually have a viagra-like effect!

These are just a few foods considered to be aphrodisiacs. There are many others, including bananas, red chili peppers, figs,  asparagus, and strawberries.