DanFS
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SERAPH OF DESIRE – closed for barefootgirl69 & DanFS
Marcus was looking forward to the weekend.
The week had been long, and a lot of effort, with unexpected meetings thrown in, and a presentation to several prestigious investors sprung upon him at short notice, by his Managing Director.
He needed to unwind, and Emily was perfect for him in that regard.
She was his ‘little flame-haired angel’, his sanctuary from the World, when he needed to relax.
He sensed she felt the same about him, but he hadn’t heard her declare it yet, but then, she was only just beginning to come out of her shell, after they had started seeing each other a month ago.
He clutched the handle of the bag showing the name and logo of a prestigious women’s boutique tightly in his hand, as he wound his way through the crowds towards the car park, and his journey home.
He planned to give her the gift when they returned to the Hotel Suite, after dinner. He had promised to meet her in the Hotel Bar, at 8pm.
He had booked the Suite, as he wanted to impress her and treat her as the beautiful young lady she was.
She had lit a fire within him in the brief time they had shared together, and he wanted to see if he could fan the flames within her too tonight.
This weekend was going to cost him a small fortune, but, he reasoned, she was the perfect excuse to enjoy his performance bonus, and be a little extravagant. He didn’t do this kind of thing all the time, and it would be a great weekend, he was sure of it.
It seemed funny, as he was normally so in control at work, to be thinking about impressing a younger woman. Then he realised she meant a lot to him, and yes, he DID want to impress her.
He wanted her to know what she meant to him, and he wanted to make her night unforgettable.
The drive home was uneventful, and he was soon preparing for the evening ahead.
He decided a long, hot shower was in order, and as he allowed the hot spray to cascade over him, he thought of her trim figure, her pert breasts, and long auburn hair.
As he massaged the shampoo into his scalp, he felt his cock starting to lengthen as he thought of her. He resisted the temptation to stroke it, but smiled to himself as he imagined what she might wear tonight….
Maybe the little black dress, black thigh highs and heels, which set off her hair colour perfectly, or perhaps she’d surprise him, by wearing a little summer dress, with no underwear, which she’d threatened to do, at some point and those cream wedge sandals he liked?
He had thought the ‘no underwear threat’ had been a joke, but there was something mischievous in her eyes when she said it. Those piercing blue orbs which he could stare into for days, as she spoke sweet words to him.
He was hypnotised by her voice, her smooth accent, and soft tones, they were like the hot spray in this shower, relaxing and pleasant.
He shook himself out of his reverie, and rinsed the shampoo from his hair, then washed himself thoroughly, the lemon scent strong in the enclosed space; glad he had invested in a personal trainer a while back, to help him sculpt his body – the firm pecs & abs, and strong arms and legs, which he knew Emily liked, when he wrapped her in his arms.
He shut off the water and dried quickly, indulging in another activity he enjoyed but rarely had time to indulge in – a close, wet shave. He used a steel blade, pivot-mounted in a walnut wood handle. The rich colour almost the same as his hair.
As he ran his foam filled fingers over the stubble and made sure every inch of it was covered, he raised the sharp steel to his cheek, and slowly, deliberately, scraped it downwards, relishing the sound and feel of the hair coming away, leaving in its wake, a smoothness which rivalled a baby’s skin. Soon, he had finished, and stroked his fingertips across his cheeks and chin, wondering if Emily would do the same later. He hoped so, imagining her lips skimming across his cheek as she kissed him, and perhaps her lips would venture to other places than his cheek, especially after the gift he planned to give her.
He poured a couple of drops of his favourite cologne into his palm and massaged it over his now-smooth face, enjoying the astringent feel of the lemony spice-based scent (Lacoste)
He packed everything away and walked through to the bedroom and dressed.
He had chosen a classic combination for tonight, nothing too formal, but a subtly textured white shirt, with a pair of khaki chinos and a navy blue jacket, paired with black leather shoes.
He checked everything looked straight in the mirror, then grabbed the bag for Emily, and headed out to the car.
His car was his pride and joy. His Jaguar XE was sleek, powerful and no too ostentatious, but allowed him the little luxury he liked every day.
He jumped in, and started the engine before driving to the Hotel, the growling-engined car making short work of the twisting road, and winding hills into town.
He arrived with plenty of time, so he sat at the bar, and ordered a Scotch with ice, and waited for Emily to show.
He was not disappointed – he hadn’t expected to be, but she looked stunning! Her outfit suited her perfectly, and gave her a classy, yet sexy look. He was pleased to see her entrance to the bar turn several heads, as she walked sinuously over to him with feline poise and grace.
“Emily!” He smiled; as he stood, and leaned down to kiss her lightly on the cheek. “You look….amazing!”
He stepped back and offered her the seat next to his, pulling it out for her sit.
Marcus was looking forward to the weekend.
The week had been long, and a lot of effort, with unexpected meetings thrown in, and a presentation to several prestigious investors sprung upon him at short notice, by his Managing Director.
He needed to unwind, and Emily was perfect for him in that regard.
She was his ‘little flame-haired angel’, his sanctuary from the World, when he needed to relax.
He sensed she felt the same about him, but he hadn’t heard her declare it yet, but then, she was only just beginning to come out of her shell, after they had started seeing each other a month ago.
He clutched the handle of the bag showing the name and logo of a prestigious women’s boutique tightly in his hand, as he wound his way through the crowds towards the car park, and his journey home.
He planned to give her the gift when they returned to the Hotel Suite, after dinner. He had promised to meet her in the Hotel Bar, at 8pm.
He had booked the Suite, as he wanted to impress her and treat her as the beautiful young lady she was.
She had lit a fire within him in the brief time they had shared together, and he wanted to see if he could fan the flames within her too tonight.
This weekend was going to cost him a small fortune, but, he reasoned, she was the perfect excuse to enjoy his performance bonus, and be a little extravagant. He didn’t do this kind of thing all the time, and it would be a great weekend, he was sure of it.
It seemed funny, as he was normally so in control at work, to be thinking about impressing a younger woman. Then he realised she meant a lot to him, and yes, he DID want to impress her.
He wanted her to know what she meant to him, and he wanted to make her night unforgettable.
The drive home was uneventful, and he was soon preparing for the evening ahead.
He decided a long, hot shower was in order, and as he allowed the hot spray to cascade over him, he thought of her trim figure, her pert breasts, and long auburn hair.
As he massaged the shampoo into his scalp, he felt his cock starting to lengthen as he thought of her. He resisted the temptation to stroke it, but smiled to himself as he imagined what she might wear tonight….
Maybe the little black dress, black thigh highs and heels, which set off her hair colour perfectly, or perhaps she’d surprise him, by wearing a little summer dress, with no underwear, which she’d threatened to do, at some point and those cream wedge sandals he liked?
He had thought the ‘no underwear threat’ had been a joke, but there was something mischievous in her eyes when she said it. Those piercing blue orbs which he could stare into for days, as she spoke sweet words to him.
He was hypnotised by her voice, her smooth accent, and soft tones, they were like the hot spray in this shower, relaxing and pleasant.
He shook himself out of his reverie, and rinsed the shampoo from his hair, then washed himself thoroughly, the lemon scent strong in the enclosed space; glad he had invested in a personal trainer a while back, to help him sculpt his body – the firm pecs & abs, and strong arms and legs, which he knew Emily liked, when he wrapped her in his arms.
He shut off the water and dried quickly, indulging in another activity he enjoyed but rarely had time to indulge in – a close, wet shave. He used a steel blade, pivot-mounted in a walnut wood handle. The rich colour almost the same as his hair.
As he ran his foam filled fingers over the stubble and made sure every inch of it was covered, he raised the sharp steel to his cheek, and slowly, deliberately, scraped it downwards, relishing the sound and feel of the hair coming away, leaving in its wake, a smoothness which rivalled a baby’s skin. Soon, he had finished, and stroked his fingertips across his cheeks and chin, wondering if Emily would do the same later. He hoped so, imagining her lips skimming across his cheek as she kissed him, and perhaps her lips would venture to other places than his cheek, especially after the gift he planned to give her.
He poured a couple of drops of his favourite cologne into his palm and massaged it over his now-smooth face, enjoying the astringent feel of the lemony spice-based scent (Lacoste)
He packed everything away and walked through to the bedroom and dressed.
He had chosen a classic combination for tonight, nothing too formal, but a subtly textured white shirt, with a pair of khaki chinos and a navy blue jacket, paired with black leather shoes.
He checked everything looked straight in the mirror, then grabbed the bag for Emily, and headed out to the car.
His car was his pride and joy. His Jaguar XE was sleek, powerful and no too ostentatious, but allowed him the little luxury he liked every day.
He jumped in, and started the engine before driving to the Hotel, the growling-engined car making short work of the twisting road, and winding hills into town.
He arrived with plenty of time, so he sat at the bar, and ordered a Scotch with ice, and waited for Emily to show.
He was not disappointed – he hadn’t expected to be, but she looked stunning! Her outfit suited her perfectly, and gave her a classy, yet sexy look. He was pleased to see her entrance to the bar turn several heads, as she walked sinuously over to him with feline poise and grace.
“Emily!” He smiled; as he stood, and leaned down to kiss her lightly on the cheek. “You look….amazing!”
He stepped back and offered her the seat next to his, pulling it out for her sit.