Unfinished Business

It was a warm, autumnal Saturday afternoon when we had just finished the latest iteration of our presentation for the following week. 'We' consisted of me and Kate, my partner on this particular project, and we were in her apartment, which was a bright, sun-splashed space on the second floor of a 100 year old, four storey apartment building. The first room, on entering her apartment, was an open living room-dining room area, one wall of which comprised large, multi-paned windows through which the afternoon sun poured onto light-coloured, original pine floors.

"So, Frank, do you think we're there yet?" she asked about our presentation. "I don't think that we can do much better at this point."

"Yeah, I agree with you" I said, out of a combination of pragmatism and some laziness. "I think that we've covered all of the critical areas. At this point, I think that it's important that we can anticipate any questions that they're likely to ask, and I know that you've got this stuff weighed off".

She nodded while mm-hmming an affirmation, at the same time, closing her laptop and gathering the power cable and the connection to her television set.

"Well, it's already two-thirty. Do you want some wine, or a beer or something?" she asked, looking at me and raising her eyebrows.

"Do you have any Pinot Grigio in your fridge?"

"Good idea. I was going to have the same thing. I'll bring it out."

Kate turned towards her kitchen and walked to the refrigerator. Because it was unusually warm for an autumn day, we were both dressed lightly. Kate is extremely cute and attractive, and on that day was dressed in an outfit consisting only of a pair of dark green running shorts and a multi-coloured tank top. Her outfit emphasized a beautiful set of trim, toned legs, and hinted at the subtle curvature of her breasts. She's maybe five and a half feet tall, and quite slender with small breasts. She has jet-black hair with bangs and pony-tail and a cute, upturned nose and black eyes. In fact, "cute" would be the big descriptor of her for me; she was incredibly cute, with a subtle hint of "goth-lite".

Barefoot, she padded around her kitchen while she collected a chilled bottle of wine and two glasses. Believing that I was firmly embedded in the friend-zone, I wasn't entirely comfortable watching her as much as I was, and I was hoping that I wasn't as obvious as I was worried about. I have known her for the last ten years and have worked with her on and off a few times. And, despite my belief that I was firmly embedded in the friend-zone, I was infatuated with her.

Now I'm an average guy, I guess, probably way outclassed by Kate. I'm six feet tall, with a deep voice, black hair and neatly trimmed beard, and maybe a tad overweight but not visibly "fat" per se, but I've always thought of myself of tragically average. I was wearing khaki cargo shorts and a casual black, button-up shirt with a subtle tropical pattern embroidered on it.

In the living room was a sofa against the front wall, facing the back of the apartment. On this unseasonably warm autumn afternoon, red and orange hued sunlight was flooding through the brightly coloured leaves of an adjacent maple tree and through the large multi-paned windows overlooking the dining table. In the back wall of the living room was a door to the smaller of two bedrooms and, to the right of the kitchen was a hallway leading to the larger bedroom and the bathroom.

I sat down on the couch and put my sock feet on the edge of the coffee table, which was basically a very old pine trunk that had experienced some beating and had accumulated a mix of different patinas over its 150 year life. Kate walked over from the kitchen/dining area and offered me one glass while placing the bottle, beading with condensation, and the other glass, down on the trunk top, which displayed a variety of old rings of coffee and red wine; there was something extremely warm and homey about that piece of furniture.

Kate sat down on an old lounge chair at the head of the trunk, at my left, while she opened the wine and poured us each a glass. Glasses poured, Kate rested her feet, bare toes curled around the edge, on the end of the trunk. Though I wasn't trying to leer, I did catch a flash of white undergarment visible under her shorts; I quickly looked away and focused on her eyes as we picked up our glasses, toasted each other, and each took a drink of the Pinot Grigio.

For the next while we shot the breeze, while the stereo system in the background caught my attention from time to time. I certainly appreciated her taste in music. Soundgarden's "Like Suicide" was playing, with Matt Cameron's incredibly precise drumming providing the punctuation to Chris Cornell's unique and powerful vocals.

The dining room windows were open and an unseasonably warm breeze was wafting in, though still bearing the feel of autumn across the sun-dappled living room, as we continued chatting. I certainly was feeling very comfortable and at home, spending an afternoon with this incredibly smart and attractive woman. Occasionally, the breeze would catch a few stray hairs and blow them across her face.

A couple of glasses of wine into the conversation the topics started veering towards more personal items, one of which was the revelation that her boyfriend, Justin, had dumped her a couple of months ago. How the hell is that even possible? I wondered, astonished.

"Lose Control" by Evanescence was now playing, carried along by Amy Lee's powerful, operatic voice, supported by powerful guitars and the irresistible force of the rhythm section; it felt as though I myself was being carried along with it, as I listened to Kate talking about the vagaries of her last boyfriend. Meanwhile, here I am stuck in the friend zone, doomed to always be on the outside looking in with this incredible woman.

"He had the gall to tell me that I was arrogant and verbose," Kate remarked. I supposed that one person's arrogant and verbose woman is another person's smart and well-spoken woman.

We talked about relationships for a while until Kate got up and, stating that she would be back shortly, went to the back of her apartment and disappeared. I leaned back on Kate's sofa while I could hear some muffled movement in the back, and then I started to focus on her sound system. The slow, heavy moodiness of Pearl Jam's "Nothing as it Seems" droned on (and I don't mean that in a negative way as I love that song), with Eddy Vedder's voice almost presenting itself as a monotone, but carrying immense power nonetheless.

Kate had obviously moved to her bathroom as I could hear the tap running. Moments later, she returned to her chair and sat down.

I glanced over at her and she smiled at me as she poured herself another glass. At this point I think that I was partway through my third glass while Kate was just starting hers. She rested her feet back on the edge of the coffee table when I, almost involuntarily, followed the taut curvature of her legs with my eyes, and noticed that the flash of white under her shorts was no longer there.

We continued talking about our respective personal lives and past loves when I zoned out for a moment, as Kate was saying something about "... pulling teeth."

There was silence for a moment until I felt something warm and soft nudging my left calf. "Hey Frank, wake up!" she said playfully.

"Sorry, what?" I asked.

"Francis... Johnathon... Robertson", she enunciated very precisely, smiling at me as she spoke, "you've... got... to... pay... attention", nudging my calf with her toes between each word.

This is interesting, I thought. I also thought that maybe I better pay attention as well, since I couldn't, for the life of me, remember what she had just said.

"Sorry, what?" I repeated.

"I was commenting on how my girlfriends and I have all talked about how guys want or expect us to go down on them, while getting guys to go down on us can sometimes be like pulling teeth. What's up with that?"

To say that I was completely taken off-guard was an understatement and, for a moment, I said nothing, until she prodded my calf with her foot again. "Frank? Are you there?", she asked, her dark eyes focused on me.

"Well, uh" I mumbled, clearing my throat, "you're asking the wrong guy...."

"The 'wrong guy'?" she interrupted. "What are you even talking about?"

"Yes, the wrong guy," I said quietly, while I was thinking screw it, here goes, "I can't answer your question simply because what you're asking about is something I absolutely love doing." For some reason I couldn't bring myself to repeat the phrase 'going down', so I found myself keeping the issue at a sort of abstract level. I also started feeling a bit flushed and wondered if I was visibly blushing as Kate continued to stare at me. I felt as though I had thrown myself into some sort of weird, psychic chasm, wondering how badly the landing would hurt.

All the while, Kate's piercing dark eyes, framed by whatever mysteries of eye makeup she did, and her straight black hair, were making me feel, for want of a better word, uncomfortable, though I'm not entirely sure if that was an accurate description of how I felt. There was, to me anyway, an awkward silence as she continued to stare at me -- or through me? - her face revealing nothing to me. I, on the other hand, continued feeling flushed, a feeling accompanied by a slight stirring arousal below.

She picked up her wine glass and, peering over the top of the glass at me, took a drink, and then asked "did you just say that that is something that you love doing?"

I gulped some wine and replied "I did indeed. In fact," as I mustered some courage, "if any woman was attractive enough I would gladly do it and expect nothing in return."

"Am I attractive enough?" she asked, carefully placing her glass back on the table. Her hand seemed to be shaking a bit as she did so.

Holy fuck, I thought, this is not at all what I was expecting. I'm in love with this woman and suddenly this is happening. How do I navigate this without screwing up?

"My God, Kate, absolutely. How could you even think otherwise?"

Kate slowly stood up, a bit nervously perhaps while slightly biting her lower lip, and walked over to the far side of the coffee table, facing me. "I've loved you and wanted you for as long as I've known you, but you kept blowing me off, making it clear that we were to be just friends. Do you know how frustrating and painful that's been?"

Then, in one instance, I realized how much I had misjudged everything between us, how my lack of courage had deprived me of the relationship that I had so badly wanted for the last ten years. In this pivotal moment, if I fuck it up, I could lose it forever.

"I had no idea" I stammered. "I truly did not. You're just so bloody beautiful, cute, and intelligent, and with Justin until a couple of months ago. I didn't want to be an imposition or a threat or something."

"Jesus H Christ, Frank, do you hear yourself? Justin was an arrogant ass - a placeholder. In retrospect I really have no idea why I was with him at all; I guess I was experimenting with 'anything is better than nothing at all'." Kate was now walking around to my side of the coffee table and, before I could react, placed her hands on my shoulders and kneeled on the couch, her legs straddling my lap. For once, I did the right thing and wrapped my arms around her waist and up her back as she leaned in to kiss me. There was no hesitation as our tongues met and danced, and we were both suddenly enveloped in heat and sexual tension. My hands caressed the warmth of her back, and I noticed that she was not wearing a bra.

Her scent was intoxicating; hints of talcum powder and vanilla scented shampoo, combined with the taste of the Pinot Grigio on her tongue were driving me nuts. We were both breathing heavily and I was now incredibly hard, with my tip becoming damp with the beginning drops of precum. "I want you inside me" she panted "I really want you in me."

I slowly slid my right hand down her back, gently caressing as I traced her lumbar curve under her t-shirt and then, slipping my hand under the waistband of her shorts, slid it over the warm curvature of her left butt cheek.

Kate had moved her hands from my shoulders and slowly started to unbutton my shirt as she laid a series of soft kisses and tongue on my ears and down to my neck, licking catlike as she unbuttoned my shirt. She continued kissing and licking down my neck and now, shirt completely unbuttoned, she continued kissing over my left collarbone, making her way down my left nipple as she brought her hands up from the bottom, gently caressing my abs and upper chest until she grabbed the lapels of my shirt and slowly pushed them back off over my shoulders, leaving me almost completely bare chested. I felt her lips encircling my left nipple, with her tongue slickly slipping across it. At this point my cock was raging and precum was starting to seep through my shorts; I'm sure that they were visibly stained.

My other hand was now under the back of Kate's shorts as well, with both hands cupping her ass cheeks, which were wonderfully smooth and radiating sexual heat. Kate continued sucking and licking my left nipple, before slowly licking a trail across to my right one. After licking and sucking on it, she started gently kissing a path down my lower chest to my navel, and then to the waistband of my shorts, her tongue reaching just inside my shorts to the very tip of my straining cock, so that I could feel its warm moistness playing with and probing the cleft at its tip, insanely teasing me. "Mmm, that tastes wonderful. I hope to have more later," she whispered, before withdrawing, a long, thin strand of precum stretched between her mouth and my swollen purple head. She rose up to plant her hot, moist lips on mine; we resumed kissing passionately, with hints of my precum on her tongue.

At the same time, Kate's hands started pushing the top of my shirt back off of my shoulders. "Let's get this off of you," she mumbled while still kissing me, before her tongue moved back into my mouth. I moved my arms off her cheeks back enough that my shirt could slide down my arms into a pile on the couch. I then placed my hands on her waist and then slid them back down to her ass cheeks.

At that point, I started to stand up slowly, with Kate wrapping her legs around my waist, anchoring herself by crossing her bare feet behind the small of my now bare back with her warm hands flat against my shoulder blades. Tension and energy were palpable all around us.

We were both breathing very heavily, almost panting, as I carried her around the coffee table, across the living room, to the door into her bedroom. To my right was her bedroom window, reflecting early twilight off of an adjacent brick wall, across her bed. Slowly bending my knees, I lowered Kate until she was sitting on the edge of her bed. I stood up and bent over and grabbed the bottom of her tank top and lifted it up about an inch, with my fingers brushing against her sides. Looking into her eyes, I tried to be cool by raising one eyebrow and asking her, "Well, should I?"

"For fuck's sake, Frank, hurry up and undress me," she panted.

Slowly, very slowly, I lifted her top, building up the tension and suspense though I really had trouble not just tearing it off. Bit by bit, inch by inch, with the shirt bottom between my thumb and index finger on each hand, I lifted up the hem of her top, my other fingers brushing against her sides until they caressed the outsides of her perfect, tight, compact breasts. As I wasn't the most disciplined guy in the world, removing her top this slowly was killing me. At the same time Kate was whispering for me to "hurry the fuck up."

She raised her arms, lifting the rest of her top just over her nipples, which were extremely erect. As I continued lifting her shirt up her arms, I could not restrain myself from bending forward and kissing and licking her nipples, which were very stiff, emanating incredible heat onto my tongue. Her nipples were centered in dark, tight areolas. I then pulled back to take in her perfect breasts when she quietly said, "here are my tiny boobs," with a tinge of disappointment.

"My God, Kate, they're perfect and truly beautiful," I replied as I pressed my face into their swelling warmth, her breasts almost visibly and palpably glowing with beauty and sexuality. I pulled my face back from her wonderful B-cups and kissed my way up her neck to her wondrously cute face, with her eyes half-hooded in pleasure, as I reached her mouth. We kissed in a heated passion, as I lightly grasped the tops of her shoulders and eased her back onto her bed, while I finished completely removing her top. Kate was completely topless now, her arms stretched back over her head, with her abs taut and trim while her petite breasts rose and fell magically and rapidly with her breathing.

While we kissed, Kate moved her arms down to her sides and then reached in to my belt buckle, fumbling with it until she discerned its mechanism and unlatched it, followed by unbuttoning my waistband, finally giving my extremely swollen cock some room to breathe. She then slid open my zipper with one hand while dragging the nails of her other hand over the fabric of my underwear, caressing my cock and my balls through the material. The waistband of my underwear was about even with the head of my cock, which protruded ever so slightly. I suddenly felt the soft caresses of her hand against its tip, as she acquired a thin coating of the accumulated precum, before withdrawing her hand from my pants. Her now, precum damp fingertips dragged up my chest, leaving intermittent trails.

Lifting myself off Kate, I started kissing, licking and sucking her stiff, erect nipples, switching from one to another and back again. My excitement, which I thought had reached its limit, increased further with each passionate gasp and intake of breath from Kate. Attending to her nipples and breasts with all that they deserved, I then paused and sat up, kneeling, and then brought my hands down to her shorts, grabbing the waistband gently but firmly so that I could begin tugging her shorts down past her hips. Kate bent her legs and, pushing up with her feet, lifted her ass slightly so that I could more easily slide her shorts down. Her shorts rounded the perfect curvature of her hips and ass as I slid them down her thighs, over her knees, and past her calves and feet. I shimmied them completely off and tossed them somewhere to the side of her bed.

I bent down so that I could start kissing her inner thighs, restraining myself -- with great difficulty -- from going straight to her pussy, despite the enticing and alluring aroma emanating just inches from my face.

With her fingertips still damp and sticky with my precum, Kate dragged one hand across my face, leaving traces of my precum until her fingers brushed across my lips, which I opened slightly, to suck the remaining aromatic stickiness of her fingertips.

Kate punctuated this activity by pushing off her bed until she was sitting up, easing me up as well until I was standing at her bedside, with my fly partially open and my head protruding past the waistband of my underwear, which was soaked in precum. Kate then grabbed the waistbands and slid both garments down to her floor, leaving me standing there with (in my mind) a massive hard-on and my socks. Her hands grabbing my ass, Kate eye's roved from my member, down my legs, to the floor.

"Frank, in the name of God, take your socks off, you big goof! You look ridiculous!" she panted, with a big grin on her face. In response, I used my feet to shuck off my socks. I placed my hands on her shoulders and eased her back onto the bed, guiding her so that she was no longer lying across the bed but was fully lengthwise, her eyes penetrating mine expectantly.

I crawled over her legs and then spread them open, regarding her neatly trimmed, but very damp and matted bush, with anticipation. On my hands and knees I lowered my head and neck and started kissing and licking her inner thighs, almost overwhelmed by the rich, slightly musky aroma of her pussy, her labia slick and glistening with her juices. Glancing up, I saw her flat, toned stomach rising and falling rapidly.

As I kissed and licked her thighs, proceeding north towards her pussy, the tip of my nose brushed lightly against her slightly projecting, gorgeous labia, causing me to suddenly inhale the rich aroma while moistening my nose. I continued kissing and licking up both inner thighs until I encountered the meeting point, the apex, the pinnacle, where I tentatively licked the very edges of her labia, causing a sudden, sharp intake of breath from Kate, followed by a whispered, panting "holy fuck that feels wonderful...."

I let the tip of my tongue drag across the very tip of her clit, which elicited another sharp intake of breath. I then brought my mouth to the very bottom of Kate's pussy and inserted my tongue slightly in and then slowly pulled it along until I reached her clit again, while Kate panted rapidly and heavily. I licked and sucked on her swollen clit for a few seconds before abruptly stopping. I then lifted myself up and crawled up over Kate so that I could kiss her for a few moments.

"Please don't stop," she said.

"I'll be back," I said in my worst Arnold Schwarzenegger impression, at which Kate snorted. Then we kissed, our tongues dancing their own moist, hot, erotic dance, while with my left hand I took my shaft and carefully brushed the tip against her dripping labia and clit. I could feel the clitoral button brushing against my swollen purple head and then parting the opening to it, everything slipping and sliding with the heavy slickness of my precum and her juices. She moaned as we kissed, until I pulled back and lowered myself so that I was licking her inner thighs again, resuming my hot, moist path up to Kate's gorgeous labia and pussy.

She was now starting to writhe and moan with increasing pleasure as I lapped up her juices and tickled her clit with my eager tongue. Her breathing was also increasing rapidly as I alternated between plunging my tongue as far into her pussy as I could go and then teasing her engorged little love button. I continued licking and sucking as her panting quickly increased, now interspersed with her sensual moaning, which was making me even hornier than I already was, if that was even possible. As I continued, my dick must have been waving around slightly as I could feel strands of my precum running across my inner thighs, which were positioned under me as I knelt.

Kate was panting harder and increasing her moaning, and she bent her legs up and I felt the soles of her feet on my shoulders, her soft toes curling over. As a guy with something of a foot fetish, this was driving me nuts; I felt as though I was about to cum right now. Suddenly her toes tightly gripped my shoulders as she orgasmed, heralded by her hips bucking with her sudden, brief, screaming. And then it was if her plug had been pulled, and Kate collapsed on her bed, with puddles of her juices and my precum marking the bedsheets south of her pussy and between her legs. The air was erotically pungent at this point and our eyes met.

"Mmmake love to me Frank," she stuttered in a near whisper. "I want you inside me so, so fucking badly."

"Kate, I love you so much and I truly want to make love to you," I said quietly as, leaning on my right hand, I held my penis with my left and slowly positioned it against her generous lips, carefully working my tip between them, feeling the warm slickness as my head started to slide tightly within her. I felt the warm, moist cocoon snugly surrounding my head, enveloping it as I felt her moist warmth sliding tightly around my head and the shaft of my cock. Combined with my passionate, yet previously suppressed, love for Kate, and my horniness, I was overwhelmed as I felt my engorged organ sliding into the tight, warm, moist harbour that was Kate's pussy. It almost felt as though my cock was being drawn into, or being pulled into, her pussy.

Suddenly I was in all the way and I lowered my face down to Kate's and, with my eyes closed with pleasure, touched my lips to hers, and we kissed passionately as I felt her tight moist warmth enveloping me and radiating through my body. I slowly withdrew and then inserted, in and out as our tongues danced. As I reached full insertion, Kate's vaginal muscles tightened, making my movements unnecessary. I paused for a moment as I felt her pussy walls contracting and relaxing rhythmically and tightly around my cock. Despite her pressure I slowly pulled out and then re-entered. In and out, in and out, coordinated with her tightening and releasing as I felt the warm, wet, snug, tight pussy embrace sliding up and down the length of my cock.

At this point Kate's legs were wrapped around my waist, her feet intertwined as she used her legs to keep me engaged. Her left arm was wrapped around my upper back and I could feel her right hand moving down and cupping my balls as we made love. She gently and rhythmically squeezed and massaged my balls, even as I was withdrawing and thrusting; the tension in my cock was building rapidly as I felt the skin of my shaft being pulled up and down, accompanied by the sliding of her tight, warm pussy walls up and down against and around the base of the head. It felt amazing and as though my cock would simply blow up at any moment.

Kate moved her hand from my balls to her labia, collecting as much of her juice as she could on her fingers, and then rubbed some on her nipples, which I proceeded to kiss and lick, savouring her wonderful, aromatic, exotic flavours. At the same time I started thrusting with greater and greater urgency, as though I was no longer in control of myself, so intense was the impending orgasm. Kate was breathing harder as well and her nipples were fully erect; beads of sweat were on her forehead and her mouth was open wide, allowing increasingly louder and more pronounced moans to escape. Her arms were both up over her head, her hands clenched into fists while she started bucking, her still-intertwined legs holding me in position.

Kate suddenly made one last sharp scream, while I felt her pussy walls clamping onto my cock. Her pussy walls suddenly grabbing my cock for dear life, I had to push hard for the final thrusts when, explosively, I came. Though it was only for several seconds, at the time it felt like a wonderful and sensuous infinity of pleasure and exhaustion. And then I was done. Kate's legs unwound from around my waist and, as gently as possible, I settled my weight upon her, still inside her. Slowly, slowly, and ever so gently, I withdrew, and then lay on my left side, facing Kate, with strands of cum and precum between the opening in my head and her pussy and her matted pubic hair. I draped my right leg across her upper legs and sighed.

Kate lifted her head and kissed me lightly on my lips and then smiled mischievously. Smirking she asked, "So, was I a good lay?"

Caressing a path from her pubic hair, up her abdomen to her beautiful, petite breasts, I could only tell her how wonderful she was. We shifted positions until we were spooning, with me still lying on my left side and behind her. My cock, semi and not fully-erect, rested against Kate's right cheek, and my right hand stroking her belly, and then caressing her firm breasts and erect nipples. After fifteen minutes or so I got up to pee, still half-cocked, as it were. I looked down at Kate, who had rolled on to her back, with the now orange evening sun and the shadows of the window panes playing across her taut, flat abs and the gentle contours of her breasts. Even without the light of the now setting sun highlighting her beautiful glow, she would have glowed. Her eyes were half-closed, though focused on me, and a subtle smile played on her lips.

As I stood there in the fading light, Kate lifted her left leg and ran her toes down my chest, abs, along my cock. It was still sufficiently erect that her toes ran across my head and down my frenulum, down the shaft, and over my balls. I briefly shuddered -- like a bit of a piss shiver -- as I grinned at her.

"I have to attend to my bladder," I said. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be back in a moment"

"Not a bad idea," she replied. "I have to get rid of some Pinot Grigio," as she stretched and slowly got up. I turned and faced her and reached out and took her hands; we both smiled at each other longingly.

Though I was suddenly becoming more erect, my need to pee was becoming a higher priority. "I've got to really go," I said. "I can wait if you have to go first," but Kate demurred and let me go first. I walked quickly to her bathroom, Kate in tow and my now erect cock bouncing as I walked. I dashed in to the bathroom, awkwardly did my business, and stepped aside to let Kate in.

I returned to her bedroom, feeling completely relieved, and exhausted, and lay down on the bed and waited for Kate. I could hear her puttering in the bathroom and running the tap a few times. I was on my back with my hands behind my head. I regarded my penis, which was slick with the assortment of fluids still coating it. Still hard, it dripped remnants of my cum.

I could hear Kate's footsteps padding down her hall from the bathroom; I moved my arms to my side and pushed myself up until I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with my back leaning against the headboard while I watched the bedroom doorway expectantly. Her footsteps got closer and Kate's shadow appeared in the doorway shortly before she appeared, glowing, radiant, and sexy as hell. I watched her trim leg muscles and her pretty, shifting breasts, as she approached the foot of the bed. She had untied her pony-tail and her hair swished as she sashayed to the bed. Reaching the foot, she leaned forward until her hands were pressing down on the mattress as she lifted one knee onto the bed. Bent forward, with her cute, small breasts now suspended and jiggling with each move, she moved towards me with her other knee brought onto the mattress and forward of the first knee. She gazed directly into my eyes and, raising her eyebrows, crawled on her hands and knees, cat-like, as she smiled mischievously at me and uttered a very cute "meow."

She continued crawling towards me, until her hands were resting on the bed on either side of my crossed legs and her head was hovering over my now very erect, very straining, cock.

"Yes? No?" she asked, her slightly open mouth now an inch from my swollen, purple head. Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were rolled up as much as possible so that our eyes met. I nodded eagerly as she lowered her mouth around the base of the head of my shaft. Kate teased the rim of my head with her lips, which very lightly caressed it. Opening her mouth slightly, she extended her tongue lightly down the length of my frenulum, killing me with the light touch and my sensitivity there.

She then tightened her lips around it, her tongue back in her mouth still licking my frenulum while she started sucking tightly halfway down my shaft. She then started to bob her head, sliding her moist lips up and down my shaft. Ever so lightly she brushed her teeth, tongue, and lips along my cock for a few lengths. Pulling her lips just short of the base of my head, she grasped the rest of my extremely slick and slippery shaft with her right hand, twisting and rotating the skin as her tongue swirled around my swollen, very sensitive head. Kate's lips tightened around the base of my head, pulling slightly over the ridge that formed the base. Her tongue now toyed with my tip and its slit while her lips slowly worked their way up and down over the ridge.

The contrasting sensations around my shaft, my tip, and my head, were driving me nuts. She paused, lifting everything from my cock, and lowered her head and started licking my balls, at one point taking one of them into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue and she started milking me with her hand. That hand, slickened with a fresh batch of precum and her saliva, massaged my penis with vigour, alternatively squeezing and relaxing her hand as jostled my ball with her tongue. Her head was resting against my left inner thigh as she sucked my left nut. As her right hand torqued my shaft, she was using her left hand's fingernails to lightly scratch my perineum, occasionally pressing against my prostate, overwhelming me with a myriad and wealth of overlapping pleasures. Precum was flowing from my cock and Kate increase the frequency of her hand's pistoning and pounding of my shaft.

She switched her mouth to my right nut and continued sucking and licking. She stopped her right hand's pumping and ran her left hand's fingertips across the tip of my shaft, coating them in precum, which she then used to swirl around my nipples, as her right hand resumed pounding.

My tension was reaching a peak, when I suddenly climaxed, with jets of cum spurting rhythmically up my abs and between my nipples. Kate then lapped up the aftermath from my chest, swallowing as she went, until I was covered by a sheen of saliva and remnants of cum. Needless to say, my chest and abs were entirely sticky, and Kate's bedroom bore the musky aroma of sex.

Kate crawled up along my right side and lay her head on my chest, her right index finger tracing various miscellaneous shapes around my chest and abdomen. I could feel the warm, tender softness of her right breast and nipple pressed against my side. There was a slight smile on her face and she was breathing deeply and contentedly and turned her head once to lightly kiss my right nipple.

On her dresser was a Moroccan lamp, a beautiful thing with a myriad of small glass pieces in various shades of blue. I turned it on and her room was cast in a kaleidoscope of blue patterns on all four walls, cladding the room in intimacy. Calm descended upon us, as we lay contented in the soft glowing pattern of the lamp. In the distance, I could hear Norah Jones playing softly on Kate's entertainment system. Between Norah Jones' "Come Away With Me" and Kate's breathing, I don't think that I had ever felt more content than I did at that moment.

At some point we both must have nodded off as I was suddenly awoken by Kate jerking awake. I glanced over at the clock radio on the opposite bedside table; it was close to six o'clock and, the mid October sun was lowering and the incoming light was becoming soft and diffuse, casting long shadows everywhere. Kate started caressing my still semi-hard cock with her right hand; I became fully erect immediately just before she climbed atop me, straddling my waist area. Instead of having me enter her, however, she spread her lips with her hand so that they were straddling my shaft.

"I hope you don't mind," she said quietly and softly, "but I'm going to exploit," she winked at me, "your cock to give my clit a nice ride. Once I'm satisfied, you can enter." On the wall opposite the foot of the bed was a large mirror and, if I just angled my head the right way, I had a beautiful view of Kate's ass, perineum, and pussy, resting on my cock. She was getting wet again.

Her legs were completely bent and the soles of her feet were visible in the mirror as she arced her back so that she could start licking my nipples. Both her hands were resting on my shoulders as her hips rocked and her newly slickened pussy and lips started sliding up and down my straining shaft. She leaned forward so that her clit was being stimulated by its ride along the length of my cock. As she rocked and slid back and forth, controlling her own stimulation, I was feeling it as well.

As I lay there, stimulating Kate and being stimulated by Kate, I was mesmerised by her perfect boobs swaying in response to her movements. At the same time, just the view of curvature of her sides was equally enticing as I reached out with both hands and started gently caressing her sides and breasts. The slipping of her juices, combined with the generous oozing of my precum along the length of my shaft, and her half closed eyes and rhythmic panting, was killing me -- an erogenous visual and aromatic extravaganza -- as she slid fore and aft along me. Everything along my cock felt completely soaked and getting closer and closer to orgasm when, suddenly, Kate started shaking and moaning, until she was quivering and vibrating, her hands tightly gripping my shoulders as she rocked and came.

For a moment, she was motionless, still straddling my cock, with her eyes completely closed and breathing heavily. At the same time I felt so close that it was driving me insane. Kate slowly lifted her hips enough that, with one hand, she could guide me inside her, and it was glorious as she slowly lowered herself back onto me. At that point the only thing I was aware of was her pussy moistly and snugly enveloping my cock, until I was completely inside her.

Then she started lifting and lowering herself, deliberately keeping an agonizingly slow pace, pausing at times until I had to beg her to keep going. She did this about ten times, and then I exploded inside her, completely exhausted. Kate then lowered herself forward until her head, with her radiant, beautiful and now serene face turned towards me, was resting on my left shoulder; though I had cum, I was still very rigid, and inside her soft, moist, beautiful warmth. At that moment I was the most content I had ever been, as I caressed her back and upper cheeks with both hands.

"Mmmm, this is wonderful..." Kate mumbled between sighs, to which I replied "Yes you are, and I've never felt so good in my life." I felt a great sense of calm and peace.

"Hey," she said softly, "how 'bout we finish the Pinot Grigio. Luckily I remembered to put it in the fridge."

"How about I go get it. I think that it would make for a wonderful interlude to the wonderful last couple of hours."

"Those absolutely were a wonderful couple of hours," she said, slowly extracting herself from my now somewhat flaccid penis; as she lifted herself off of me, my semen started leaking down my cock and Kate's inner thighs. Kate took my now-flaccid dick into her mouth and sucked the leakage off of it. She then used her hands to scoop up the remaining juices and then licked off her fingers and the palms of her hands, before using her hands to rub the remainder around my abs and chest.

"Now it's time for some Pinot Grigio," she said, licking her lips while she rolled off me before lying on her back beside me. I lifted myself off the bed and then stood up, looking at the beautiful woman lying there radiantly with a beatific smile on her face. She was stunning as she lay there in the now dim room against the dark of autumn's early sunset. Outside the window, city lights could be seen winking in the distance, occasionally occluded by wind-blown tree branches in the foreground.

I smiled at Kate, feeling such an incredible warmth within. Turning from her Moroccan lamp and its enveloping and intimate warmth, I then walked, still naked, out of her room to the kitchen toward the fridge.

The playlist from this afternoon having ended, the only sound present was the soft hum of the fridge as I sought the fridge door handle in the dim light of the evening. I opened the door, found the bottle, and turned toward the kitchen counter, now illuminated by the fridge light, and saw the two wine glasses from earlier today. Holding the cold wine bottle, damp with condensation, I walked to the stove and turned on the range hood light, grabbed the two glasses off the counter, closed the fridge door, and walked back to Kate's bedroom, guided by the faint blue glow spilling into the hallway.

The two wine glasses, stems held between the fingers in my left hand, tinkled lightly as I walked, while my right hand held the chilled bottle. When I entered the bedroom, Kate was now sitting upright, cross-legged near the head of her bed. The various shades of blue from the lamp highlighted the contours of her body, illuminating her curves and perfect breasts with their still-erect nipples casting shadows across the far sides of their respective mounds. There was also still a sheen of the remnants of moisture on her labia, which protruded through her pubic hair. Kate was smiling radiantly, her dark eyes alight as I approached; I was now partially erect, as I set the two glasses on the nightstand. I poured the remaining wine into the glasses and handed one to Kate before sitting on the bed, also cross-legged, facing her.

"I really can't believe how fucking gorgeous you are," I said, and I was probably grinning uncontrollably as our eyes met.

"Believe me Frank, the feeling is mutual. Today was a beautiful, unexpected surprise. I really want you to know that. It was truly wonderful."

With one hand holding my glass and the other supporting me on the mattress, I leaned forward to kiss her -- a quick peck on her lips -- and replied, "Yes Kate, you are truly wonderful," and then clinked glasses before turning to our wines. "I sure as hell expected nothing like this, even though I've thought about the possibility all the bloody time. At the very least, I've always wanted to just hold you -- something I never, ever thought possible. Right now, I am happier than I've ever been."

"So am I. I really am. This was a beautiful day for me."

We both finished our wine, and I took the empty glasses and placed them on the dresser, when Kate asked, "Hey, are you hungry? It's seven thirty and I haven't eaten since lunch."

"Yeah, I'm bloody hungry as well. Any suggestions?"

"Well, we could go out all sticky and smelling of sex but I'm not sure that that's a good idea," she replied, smiling. "Or we could order in some pizza. I have a few bottles of red that would complement pizza. Aaaand, there's nothing better than nude pizza and Chianti, in my humble opinion."

"Mmmm.... I have to agree, nothing better...," as I settled back on to her bed. Kate picked up her phone from the nightstand, scrolling through her contacts for her favourite pizza joint, while absent-mindedly extending one leg and running her toes along my inner thigh.

This night can only get better, I thought, thinking of a new love, great pizza and wine, and whatever else might follow.