A Carnal Confection - Part 1

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We are sitting in your dining room. Lights are down low, a couple of candles here and there. Soft, rythmmic music playing. We've just finished a delicious, light dinner, accompanied by a couple of glasses of nice wine. Just feeling really relaxed, yet not. There is the scent of something to be, in the air. We both sense it. With that beautiful and inviting smile on your face you stand up and reach out your hand to me.


"Come, dance with me", you beckon. Though both of my feet are apparently of the left variety, I cannot refuse. Taking my hand in yours, you draw me up from my seat and into your embrace. Breathing a deep sigh, you wrap your arms around my neck and place your head against my chest and shoulder. My hands drop to your waist and hips, where my fingers do a dance of their own. You snuggle in more deeply as our bodies sway, mostly in sync to the music. "Mmmm. what a nice idea. I can burn off a few calories like this", I say with a smile. Your reply, "Oh, you'll burn off some calories, alright, but not like this".


With that, you loosen your hold on me and take a half-step back. "Undress me. Slowly and deliberately. Bit by bit. Use your fingers, your lips, your tongue. I want to feel my clothes go and my inhibitions along with them."


I know I blushed at that. I could feel my face become hot. (Not only my face, by the way.). Not out of embarrassment, but out of pure desire. Here was this absolute beauty offering yourself to me; and not passively, but by stating your request plainly and openly.


This was such an incredible turn-on. Who knew?


Not one to waste time or disappoint a lady, I now set about my task. The first two blouse buttons give way without a struggle. With my fingertips I brush aside the fabric and lightly trace with my fingers on your upper chest. Such beautiful, smooth skin, warm to the touch and inviting me further. A couple of light kisses, breathing deeply of your scent, and I am ready to move on.


The rest of your buttons are no match for my enthusiasm. Your blouse lies open. Staring intently into your captivating eyes, I push it back until it slides off your body and onto the floor. Your "Goldilocks" breasts - neither too small nor too large, rather "just right" are nestled in a dark, lacy bra. A hint of show-through, just enough to make it obvious what treasure lies within. I moan lightly my appreciation for the beauty before me, and cup your breasts briefly massaging them in preparation for their pending release from captivity.


Satisfied that they are rightly located, even in size and weight, and well, perfect, I come closer to you, reach behind and undo your bra strap. For a brief moment, you hold the garment to your body with your forearms. Then, with a beauteous smile, you let it fall from you onto the floor. This moan is not so light. My eyes travel upward to your face, back down to your beautiful curves, and repeat this several times. You wear a knowing smile - it's no secret between us that I find you incredibly attractive, sexy and, well, otherwise incredible. I feel as though I've won a lottery jackpot each time we are together.


Next, I go down on one knee. I undo the hook at the waist of your skirt, and then draw the side zipper downward. Your skirt slides down your legs to the floor. I take your hand to steady you as you step out of it. My hands now roam up and down your legs feeling the sensation of bare skin intermixed with the lacy tops of your stay-ups. I plant lingering kisses on both thighs, then on your sweet belly. I feel intoxicated, and it's not the wine.


As much as I am enjoying this prolonged foreplay before the foreplay, things are heating up for me. I grasp your panties (dark, high cut with lace trim) and pull them downward. Your treasure is revealed to me. You have trimmed and shaped your hair, eliciting a moan of approval from me. You are so dedicated to looking just right for me. Hot, sexy, but never trashy (though we could work on that, with the right sort of role play in mind...). I look upward into your smiling face. "You like?". "Oh, very much" is my response.


I reach down to unbuckle the strap on your left shoe... "No. My shoes and stockings will stay on. At least for now. Don't you think it is extra sexy? Does it do something to you?" Oh, it is SO sexy, and I let you know as much. You reach your hands down to me and draw me upward until I am standing before you, in all your glory. "Follow me", you say, as you turn and slowly walk toward the bedroom. I am enchanted. Enslaved, even. I can do nothing but obey...


More to come.

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