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An Evening Revelation

By WittyFlirt

Story codes: MF, rom

Lisa arrived at exactly 6 o’clock for a private dinner date at my humble bachelor’s apartment - a classic 1-BR in the city, rent controlled, and sparsely decorated with a big TV (the curtains were her idea). Her punctuality was a byproduct of growing up on the east coast, and an alluring contrast to the self-absorbed social culture that was Los Angeles. Despite this knowledge, the chime of the doorbell caused my heart to skip. I rinsed my hands and wrung them hard against the dish towel on my shoulder to settle the mild trembling. Tossing the towel to the counter, I breathed deeply a few times. Quickly scanning the apartment I verified everything was ready: the smell of simmering chicken, lemon and white wine sauce added to the warmth of the candles on the table, soft music on the radio, and dim lighting. I paused and rolled my eyes at the realization of the cliché I had created. I hit the classic rock preset on the stereo, punched the dimmer to high, and opened the door to greet my Lisa.

“Ha! Look at you in an apron!” She teased, her eyes lit up as she laughed at me. It was a perfectly disarming lighthearted laugh that made me blush behind my smile. She placed her soft hands on my face and kissed me gently on the lips. Looking inside she asked more seriously, “Where’s the wine?” She slid her hand lightly against my chest as she moved inside. Lisa is not the type of girl to actually say hello or goodbye. She is playful, always a childlike expression of pure joy when she meets someone she loves, and a genuine sadness when parting ways. There is a purity and innocence about her that every man either longs to protect or desires to spoil.

She slipped her coat from her shoulders and draped it over a nearby chair. I closed the door and followed her into the kitchen; it was galley style and opened to a small dining area next to the living room. She turned to face me, smiling again, one hand on the bottle of wine at the end of the counter, the other on her hip she asked, “I got all dressed up for you! You really ought to compliment a girl when she goes out of her way like this.” I studied her pose and body language. She was a lady - as insecure as any, despite her brimming outward appearance of confidence. It was a perfect balance of uncertainty in our relatively new relationship, and the authority of a woman in her late twenties who was sure of herself both physically and intellectually.

“Oh? I thought you went to work like that.” I teased, moving towards her. Her eyes lit up with a competitive fire I loved to stoke, and then fell quickly to false pout. My eyes touched the outline of her slender figure, soaking in the outfit and picturing her body beneath it. I folded my arms around her waist and said sincerely, “You are the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever seen.”

She groaned and pushed me away, “Oh you are so full of it!” Taking the wine in her hand, she walked slowly to look out the window, hiding the smile that spread over her flushing cheeks.

I laughed. “Lisa, you look amazing.” I followed her, approaching slowly my gaze tracing the length of her legs. I had a few inches on her, even as she stood in her strappy heels. I leaned forward until my lips hovered close to her neck where I could feel her goose bumps rise against them. Her body seemed to both stiffen and relax simultaneously, and she stifled a tremble. Her light perfume filled my senses, a scent one would be unable to notice unless very close to her. Overwhelmed by the sudden rush that filled my being I whispered softly to myself, “My God you are lovely.” She was 5’9”, athletic enough to be strong and healthy, yet carried herself with such grace and elegance - a presence that almost contradicted her playfulness. She was confident and secure in her appearance, yet not so naive as to believe she could get by on looks alone. She had a well-honed wit and intellect, another byproduct of the culture of the North East. She had come from two well-educated and successful parents, and she had had two big brothers who prepared her well for the dating world.

She wore a black silk blouse with the top two buttons undone. I was still trying to figure out if she was wearing a bra. Her breasts were really quite perfect, on the smaller side - a b-cup perhaps? I just knew they were perfect when cupped in my hands. Her black skirt was the wrap-around kind, falling just above her knees, and held up by a simple knot. Her auburn hair fell just past her shoulders; hassle-free hair, she called it. Long enough to pull up in a pony tail, short enough to flip if she wanted to be a little flirtatious. She always laughed when she said this, knowing she could manipulate almost any guy she met; but, she was no tease. She just knew how to work a room. She had a flawless intuition that told her when to flirt casually and when to be professional. She could strike-up a conversation with anyone, yet not linger so long that they would get to know her too well. Every party host, by the end of the evening, had a line of guys asking who she was and if they could have her number. I was not the jealous type once I had won a girl over, and it was hard work to win Lisa. Part of me still wondered if I had really caught her yet. Another part of me worried that she was perfect for me.

Pulling gently away from me, she kicked off her heels, preferring the soft plush texture of my carpet on her bare feet. “Don’t you have a dinner to make?” she ordered. She sat on her knees in front of a stack of CDs, and I returned to the kitchen to pour my own glass of wine and finish the chicken. She called back, “At least the lights are on so I can see what music you have here.”

Lisa was something different, wasn’t she? My thoughts coalesced into a moderate debate. Having established myself with a new promotion at work, I was busy growing my career. I was one of those men who enjoyed the single life of a bachelor; but there was something genuine and warm in our relationship. It did not matter where we went, or what we did, we always took pleasure in simply being together. I struggled to make every moment perfect. I always busted my ass to impress her, and she always called me on it - giving me a hard time for trying so hard. She had this indescribable way of bursting my bubble and making me feel like I am the only man on earth worthy of her presence. Yeah, she was trouble. I shook my head to push the debate to the backburner and focused on not burning our meal.

The evening progressed as I had hoped it would. Despite the inwardly distracting debate waxing and waning in the back of my mind, it was a relaxed and enjoyable dinner. Our conversation flowed easily comfortably. We argued and discussed; we united in joint disdain for the current administration; and we politely disagreed on the finer points of NFL team alliance (Steelers vs. Cowboys). When she told me about her high school sweetheart, I was mildly troubled by the unexpected jealousy I felt surge within me.

I cleared the plates and cleaned-up the kitchen while she browsed my book collection. Over the clink of kitchenware, I could hear her asking questions about the classics and musings about my “guy” taste in Tom Clancy, and hard science fiction. “Hey, Clarke is a legend – don’t knock it,” I called back. I felt like a dork.

My living room chair was one of those large chairs with low stuffed arms. We enjoyed sitting together on this chair; I with my feet up on the ottoman, and she sitting sideways, her back against the armrest and her legs drape casually over mine. Her skirt fell in such a way that I could see a bit of her thighs, but not enough to see what I wanted. I was definitely in the mood to be a spoiler of her innocence tonight - not that she was really all that innocent.

The only measure of time we could sense was the slow descent of the candles she had moved near us in the living room. My hands idly stroked her leg, and occasionally I would reach up to her face to replace a stray hair to behind her ear. She almost purred when my fingertip slid gently over her ear and neck. It seemed we could never run out of things to talk about. She was in mid-sentence about what she would describe as the perfect home (fireplace, big yard for kids to run, etc.) when I bent forward and kissed her. Lightly at first, just to let her know I was done with conversation. A man can only take so much close contact with a woman this hot before he needs to taste her lips!

“Mmmm,” she tried to say. Between kisses, she said, “I guess we’re done talking?”

I smirked, but paused to consider if I had done something wrong. I tried to say as playfully as possible, “I hope you don’t mind?”

Lisa seemed to sense my unease and said calmly, “Hmm, not sure yet. Come here.” She pulled me to her mouth in a long slow kiss. She sighed softly, “Yes, right now I only mind if you stop kissing me.” She cupped my face in her hands and kissed me hard, letting my tongue slip inside her mouth. The dimly lit room seemed to fade from existence as did any lingering concerns I might have had. I could only feel her body against mine, her leg on my lap slid up against my growing hard-on, and her breath caressed my face. Her perfume found its way deep inside my head. It was an exquisite kiss. We melted together in the blackness and warmth of the slow dance of our mouths together.

I kissed her cheek slowly and softly, my lips tracing a path to her neck and ear. I heard her sigh softly, “I love it when you kiss my neck.”

“I love the taste of your neck,” My lips pressed against her neck, parting slightly so the tip of my tongue could taste her skin. Between kisses I whispered, “The softness of your skin. Mmmm...you are delectable.” She giggled. “The feel of your body tensing and relaxing.” I kissed a little harder to hear her sigh in encouragement. My lips explored her neck and shoulders, exploring every inch of her skin, slowly pulling the collar of her blouse open to expose more of her body to me.

She pulled back away from me, pulling a deep breath. She put her hands on my shoulders and said, “You are a just too good at that.” Her eyes were wide, her face flushed. I could see her nipples were hard under her blouse. My question of the bra was answered: none.

“Oh, sorry,” I said with an evil grin, “I’ll stop now.”

“Thank you,” she replied as she straightened her blouse and skirt with her hands. “If such behavior were to continue, I’m not sure if I could maintain my chastity.”

I laughed. “Well, we wouldn’t want you to do that, m’lady. Now tell me, where does your father keep the key?” I felt her hips for pockets.

“Dork.” She pushed my hands away playfully. “Don’t kill the mood by bringing up Daddy.”

She reached for her glass of wine and took a sip. Then she said, “Ken, you are a good looking man - a tall dark and handsome soccer stud. You’ve obviously been with a few women - and please God, don’t tell me how many; I don’t want to know. What is it you want women to do that you never get when love-making?”

“Hmmm, I’m not sure. I mean, I always get what I want,” I said simply and thoughtlessly.

“Ok, I’m outta here ego boy.” She started to swing her legs off me to stand, but my arm wrapped her knees and I held her tight with my hand firmly against her thigh.

“I’m kidding,” I said hastily. “I don’t always get what I want!”

“Of course you do.” She was smiling again, sliding a finger along the edge of my jaw to my chin.

“Why do you ask? What do men fail to do for you in love-making?”

“Oh, that’s easy. They don’t spend enough time on my breasts.”

I looked at her quizzically. “Seriously?” I adored her breasts.

“Yes. It’s hardly a pit-stop on the way to my - well, you know.”

“A travesty,” I said. I suddenly felt obliged to make-up for all the failures of my gender.

“Yes. It’s a shame too, because I really love it when you pay attention to my breasts. They aren’t big, but they are really sensitive.” She winked as she said it. “Take your time. What’s the damn hurry anyway?”

“Well, these legs of yours are pretty damn hot,” I said, squeezing her thigh again. “And maybe they just want to feel them wrapped around their head.”

“Oh you assume guys are even good at that!”

My mind raced quickly to the one time we had had sex before. It was great, but there wasn’t much foreplay involved. I had never gone down on her. I grinned another evil grin. “Well, let me see if I can fix that.”

The expression on her face was priceless - surprise and pure desire mixed perfectly. Never mind that she was telling me what I needed to know to please her most. I am a smart man, and I have no issue stopping to ask for directions.

I immediately started kissing her chest where the second button of her blouse was open. Lisa’s head fell back in a quiet moan as I moved lower to unbuttoned another button with one hand, my mouth continued to the top of each breast where the soft rise begins. As her breast pulled free from her blouse I could see her nipple was taught, and I let my mouth enclose it softly. Lisa moaned and arched her back while I slid my tongue full and flat against her. I felt her fingers sliding through my hair when the tip of my tongue twirled in firm circles around her nipple before drawing my lips gently over it. I continued kissing and sucking her nipple - I really did enjoy her breasts. I pulled her nipple more firmly between my lips rolling it between my teeth, biting carefully as I pulled it tight watching Lisa moan loudly in response. I was hitting all the right notes with her this night.

She rocked her hips and shifted her weight back against the large armrest of the chair. It was quite comfortable for her. I moved my mouth to her other breast, still moving slowly and carefully. I pulled her shirt open to gain access and muttered, “I wouldn’t want this one to feel left out.”

She let out a big sigh and gasped, “oh yes, it was feeling a bit lonely over there.” It was lost in a moan as her breast found itself in the warmth of my mouth. Like a methodical artist my lips pressed against her skin, my tongue circled slowly, and my mouth gently pulled. As I drew her nipple between teeth I felt her shudder, her breath caught short, her hand clawing her own inner thigh.

“Oh my God,” she whispered sharply. Giggling she said, “I think I could cum if you keep doing that.”

Taking a breath that sounded akin to a growl, she sat up and pushed me back in the chair. I sank back easily enjoying the fact that Lisa was losing control, feeling my own control waver as my swollen cock pressed against the inside of my trousers. Tugging at the buttons of my dress shirt, she straddled me, kissing my cheeks and neck. My skin lit fire with touch of her lips. I closed my eyes and felt her lips and tongue kissing my chest. Each kiss was like moist fire. The heat of her breath made my skin tingle. I was completely hard, of course. When she reached my stomach she stopped, and kissed a path back up my chest to my mouth.

Her mouth was hot, her breath moving fast, her breathy voice made my cock swell even more, “I have to have you inside me.”

My mouth locked on hers hard in a deep passionate kiss that carried the intensity of two lovers who could not wait a moment longer to consummate the moment. I felt her grinding against my pants in which I was still trapped, aching, throbbing - needing to be inside her. My hands slid up her smooth firm thighs. She had the hottest fucking legs.

She fumbled with my belt while we continued to kiss, our tongues entwined in a splendid dance. The taste of her mouth was without compare. No one turned me on like Lisa. I whispered this to her. It was an intensity that I had never felt with anyone else. I felt my pants burst open. She slid her hand against herself moaning as she did, pulling up from our kiss just long enough to utter, “I am so fucking wet.”

I felt her hand slide down the front of my shaft and I moaned loudly, my back arching in response to her magnificent touch. She felt me throb against the palm of her hand. Together we tugged my pants and boxer-briefs over my hips and to the floor. I reached up to pull at the straps of her g-string - yet found nothing there. My eyes opened wide. I could not help but smile. She giggled a not-so-innocent giggle. “Surprise.”

Before I could respond her mouth was on mine again. She slid herself against me so I could feel her swollen wet pussy lips against the length of my shaft. I felt my cock pulse in response. My hands slid up over her butt to pull her closer to me. In this world there are very few women with a perfect ass. I was not exactly a connoisseur; however, hers was curved just right such that it cupped under to the back of her legs - perfection. Squeezing it hard I whispered to her my opinion of her perfect ass. She was still sliding against me, pinning my hot thick cock against my lower belly, her pussy rocking up and down my shaft, grinding her clit into me. She moaned loudly.

My eyes closed, lost in the moment. I felt her reach between her legs and my tip just inside of her. I stole a glance as she paused. We both paused. We held our breaths in anticipation of the indescribable moment of penetration. The flood of heat between us was exquisite. I looked up at her with half glazed eyes and watched the expression on her face as she slid herself down on top of me. The feeling was incredible. She groaned loudly, whispering, “Oh God!” I felt myself slip deep insider her, my cock swelled as it pressed against her inner walls and pushed its way into her. We held ourselves there for a moment, I wriggled my way a little deeper, thrusting my hips up and pulling her down until my pelvis was pressed hard against her clit.

“You feel fucking amazing,” she half moaned, half whispered.

I wanted to say something witty in response but I could only grunt, “Oh fuck this feels good!”

She starting grinding slowly against me, rocking her hips while I lay deep inside her, moving just enough for me to rub against her g-spot and her clit against my pelvis. I could feel the walls of her pussy tighten around me, pulling me deeper and I nearly exploded. It took every ounce of strength not to cum too quickly.

She rocked harder, sliding up and down my shaft. Her breath drew short again. “Oh God, I’m cumming,” she moaned. I felt the vibrations of her orgasm from inside of her, and felt her thighs tighten against my hips as she bent forward and froze; but I did enjoy the additional verbal queue. I steadied my breath and held her tight still fighting the urge to explode inside her, it just felt too fucking good to finish now. I felt her body shake as the orgasm washed over her. She just held me there inside her pushing her clit as hard as she could against me. I was throbbing intensely, my cock begging to cum.

“Fuck me, Ken.” She said it matter-of-fact. She simply needed to feel me. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”

I laid her back on the ottoman, a large soft one that was the perfect size for her torso corner-to-corner. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me to her. It did not take me long. I plunged deep inside her, feeling her breasts against my chest as I clung to her and thrust repeatedly into her.

“I’m cumming,” we both said together. We stifled a laugh so as not to break the moment; the pleasure was too undeniable. My penis was pulsing with aching gasps as pre-cum released from my tip. I felt her pussy grip me tightly as she cried out again. I thrust deep my body convulsed with my own orgasm, cum spraying inside her. We gripped each other tightly desperately holding onto the intense pleasure that wracked our bodies, her trembling body and the continuing vibrations of my cock. In those moments the universe was blocked out. We could hear each other breathing; feel the sweat and fluids shared between us; and the sweet subtle scent of her perfume now mixed with the unmistakable fragrance of our sex.

As the physical pleasure faded, we laid together on the sofa under a soft blanket, spooned together and dozing. Feeling her body against mine I noticed the debate in the back of my mind had gone silent. The physical euphoria was fading and everything in my mind had become very clear. I was keeping this one.

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