A Treat for Hannah

[DriveSouth]

OOC: The roles of Hannah the wife, and the seductress from the bar have been filled, please enjoy this story as much as we are-


As Corey sat in the basement/family room, feigning interest in SportCenter, he knew if this was to work he must disconnect himself from the rest of the house for some time …

His anniversary plans had been in place for weeks, Hannah would exit the shower to find wrapped lingerie on the bed – tradition. She would dress and they would have drinks and appetizers before an 8 o’clock curtain time. Dinner after the show and the remainder of the night, at home - alone.

But stopping for a drink after work had shaken plans.

He had watched as the woman who had sat at the bar all alone was approached, seduced with hardly a word spoken between them. The woman aggressor entered the bar, walked right over to her, placed a hand on her thigh and melted any resistance. This is when Corey’s mind was made up.

Corey waited outside, near his car for her to exit the bar. She came out into the streetlights; with a deep breath Corey had stepped to her and offered his proposition ...

“Corey?” Hannah called out, “Corey, honey? Someone’s at the door!”

It took all his will power not to jump to his feet and run to answer the knock that had startled him. His heart jumped to his throat and anticipation threatened to over take him. But he remained cool, he must if this was to go as planned, as fantasized –

“Hang on, I’m coming!” Hannah called out.

 

[ranajja]

Hannah sighed, enjoying the hot, pulsing stream as the shower slowly but surely eased the tensions of the day from her slender neck. The muscles of her shoulder loosened and she closed her eyes, allowing herself briefly to fantasize about this evening.

Corey, her husband, her lover, told her he had planned a special evening for them, but was infuriatingly--and endearingly--tight-mouthed about any details. Were they going out to dinner? A show? Or some little off-the-wall surprise? The children had been neatly whisked away to the grandparents, so she and Corey could just stay home on this stormy night, listening to something sexy on the stereo as they sipped wine and soaked in their large garden tub by candlelight—

Hannah chuckled softly, mmmmm, nights at home with him were her favorites, and her nipples hardened as she allowed her mind to wander, reliving some of their most erotic moments together…

What was that? Hannah’s eyes popped open, and with a slightly vexed expression, turned off the blissfully hot water and listened. Yes, there it was again, the door.

“Corey?” Hannah called out, “Corey, honey? Someone’s at the door!”

No response. Sighing, Hannah reached for the towel and wrapped it quickly around her thick auburn hair.

“Hang on, I’m coming!” she called out. Where has that man gotten off to? She quickly donned her plush navy bathrobe and, tying the belt around her slender waist, started down the stairs to the front door.

Whoever or whatever this is, she thought, I certainly hope is not going to ruin our plans for the evening. It is our anniversary, after all…

 

[Juliangel]

After he left I stood there on the street wondering how serious he had been. Would he change his mind when I got to the front door? Tucking the address into my pocket I headed home to get ready.

I slipped on the black silky stockings and garter along with a a simple black dress that fell mid thigh. There was no need for a bra, my breasts were full and firm, and there would be no use for the thong tonight.

I brushed my hair out and wore it down for the evening, it was blonde, silky and hung to the small of my back. Checking the clock I could see it was time to go.

His directions were perfect, I had no problems getting there. and I was right on time. He assured me she would answer the door in some sort of undress.

As she opened the door, I took all of her in, she was lovely in the robe. This was going to be a pleasure indeed.

Holding my hand out to her I smile warmly and say "Hello Hannah, my name is Sarah, Corey asked me to come by and help with your evening. He was right you are lovely."

She looked confused and hurt at the same time. "He asked you to come by, I do not understand."

"He has asked that I provide my culinary skills for the evening, if you could show me to the kitchen I will get started and you can finish getting ready."

 

[ranajja]

“Culinary skills?” Arching an eyebrow in surprise, Hannah laughed and said, “Strange attire for a chef, but come on in, Sarah. I’m pleased to meet you.”

Hannah led Sarah through the bottom floor of the house, through the large, open great room toward the spacious kitchen. Hannah made small talk, stealing glances at this beautiful woman who was to cook for them this evening—smooth skin, full lips, slender hands, shapely legs—I’m sure Corey was more than a little influenced by physical attractiveness when he chose this particular chef—Hannah thought with a wry smile.

The kitchen was bright and airy. A square wooden table served as the center island of their kitchen, Hannah smiled at sensual memories, thinking--oh, the fun we’ve had on that table—

She turned to Sarah and said, “I must be honest with you, Sarah. I am absolutely clueless as to the arrangements my husband has made with you, but, please, make yourself at home. If you need anything,” she said as she moved toward the door, “I’ll be right upstairs in the bedroom.”

She glanced back at Sarah, who wore an odd little knowing smile. Hannah suddenly felt the pleasurable tingle of gooseflesh on her skin. Blushing slightly, she turned and headed back upstairs, to finish dressing for the evening…

 

[Juliangel]

I watched her walk away, she had a nice and shapely butt, she was lovely, this would be a pleasure to do.

Cooking was another pleasure of mine so this would also be an enjoyable part of the evening for me.

I pulled the list Corey had jotted down for me and set to work carrying out the tasks.

First I began slicing cheese and arranged it on a tray with crackers then I got out the wine and glasses.

Pouring a glass of wine I head upstairs to deliver it to Hannah. Entering the master bedroom I see her sitting at her dressing table.

"I thought you might enjoy some wine to begin the evening." I say placing one hand on her shoulder as I hand her the wine.

Looking deep into her eyes I smile and give her shoulder a slight squeeze before heading back to the kitchen.

I pour a glass for myself and begin preparing the appetizers.

 

[DriveSouth]

Corey heard pots – pans – clamor from the kitchen. His que to head upstairs.

He tried to slip past the kitchen un-noticed, but curiosity would not allow him to pass without peeking in – for a glimpse of the blonde beauty…

She stood on tiptoes, reaching for a pot hanging in the kitchen, firm calves tensed as she stretched. Yes, just as he remembered.

Corey scooted pasted the kitchen and upstairs. Hannah leaned forward at her dressing table, caressing gardenia scented lotion into her thighs. A black thong was all she wore, but her posture gave Corey no glimpse at all of anything other than her curvaceous ass – a disappointment. Also a blessing – he had managed to slide past her un-noticed too. A necessity if he was not to blow the whole thing now with glance.

Corey’s heart raced as he entered the shower. Was she clued in, or was it still a mystery to her. How was she going to react or had he seen her reaction already?

Pulsing water sprayed over his head ran down his chest, streams of lather meandered his leg to the drain. For a moment, he was lost in the sensation.

Hannah entered without a knock, without a word she puttered about the bathroom, practically naked still, just beyond the murky glass of the shower door. Spraying this, curling that, brushing here and there – in silence. Back to reality, Corey’s heart raced - anticipation, taboo, new experience, fantasy fulfilled, two sexy women – pounding water, pounding heart, racing thoughts…

 

[ranajja]

Hannah shivered pleasurably from the touch of Sarah’s hand against her skin. Through the mirror of her vanity, she watched Sarah as she left the room, admiring the long blonde tresses.

Foregoing the cheese, Hannah reached for her wine glass and took a slow sip, savoring the bittersweet liquid. She closed her eyes as a slow warmth coursed from the base of her throat, down her chest, creeping slowly downwards. Tsk, tsk, wine on an empty stomach. If I keep this up, I’ll be easy to take advantage of, she thought with a smile.

She reached down and took her present out of its pink striped box. A black gown with a matching black thong. She shrugged out of her robe, skin tingling once again as the cool air kissed her bare flesh. She took the thong first, standing as she slid the thong up over her full hips and settled the back piece comfortably between her smooth cheeks.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and was pleased with what she saw: pert breasts, slim waist, nice ass—or so Corey always said—

She sat again and smoothed lotion over her freshly shaved legs, enjoying the sensation of skin sliding over skin. Hannah closed her eyes, fantasizing briefly of someone else’s hands on her skin, massaging her back, her ass, the inside of her thighs…at first imagining Corey’s strong sure touch, then the fantasy changed, evolving into smaller, slender hands, with a gentle, seductive touch…

Hannah’s eyes popped open at the sound of the shower in the bathroom behind her. Well, well, he is home, after all--she thought, taking another slow sip of her wine. Smiling, she got up and stepped into the bathroom, knowing he could see her through the glass of the shower. She primped for him, wearing nothing but a thong, loving the touch of his eyes.

She loved playing with him, teasing him, driving him wild. He certainly could drive her wild, mostly from her never knowing what to expect next.

She went back to her vanity, for the last finishing touches before dressing for the evening...

 

[Juliangel]

I could hear them moving around and getting ready as I set the table in the dining room with a linen table cloth, candles, crystal and china for two.

My role for now would be chef and server, tonight I am preparing Apricot-Rosemary turkey breasts, a puree of potatoes and parsnips and pears in red wine.

Later this evening I hope to expand my role into more, depending on Hannah.

With the rest of the meal cooking I begin to peel the pears for dessert as I hear the shower turn off.

Once dessert is in the oven there will be nothing left to do until serving time so I pour myself another glass of wine and wait for Corey and Hannah to come downstairs and watck things unfold.

 

[ranajja]

There. Dressed to kill. Okay, well, maybe not to kill, but to be sensual, seductive…sexy…

Hannah was proud of her figure--full breasts, slender waist, nicely curving hips, slender ankles. She critically scrutinized her reflection in the full length antique mirror. Yes, the little red dress was still the hottest outfit she’d ever owned—and underneath it, a black garter belt holding up sheer seamed stockings, and the slender black thong. A delicate anklet sparkled on one foot, and black velvet pumps completed the outfit.

Hannah picked up the sheer black nightgown and smoothed it out on the bed. For later, she thought, smiling.

Hannah took her now empty wine glass from the vanity and headed downstairs.

The table was perfect and the aromas floating from the kitchen made Hannah’s mouth water. She found the wine and refilled her glass. She crossed to the stereo, popped in one of her favorite CDs and relaxed on the loveseat

At least, tried to relax. There was something…unsettling…about Sarah, about the whole situation—but not unpleasantly so. Once again, gooseflesh skittered across Hannah’s skin as she briefly allowed herself to fanatsize—

A small sound, a soft rustle of fabric, and Hannah realized she was not alone in the room. She quickly sipped her wine as she glanced at Sarah, hoping she didn’t see the sudden flush on her face…

 

[DriveSouth]

Corey eased down the stairs aware of the hushed tones coming from the living room, detoured into the kitchen. Pulling a frozen bottle of tequila from the freezer, Corey took a wedge of lime from a pretty display of appetizers and poured himself a shot. Salt from the table shaker and a toss of his head and the liquid fire was swallowed.

No longer could Corey avoid it. Nervous anticipation made his heart race and his palms sweat. He paced around the kitchen one last time, sneaking a nibble of the fare laid out.

Hannah and Corey had fantasized this night or one like it for years. The mental imagery they had shared had been a fertile playground for them. Now the reality of the moment set in and set off an alarm in his groin, an alert, a call to attention. Corey re-adjusted himself, trying to hide the evidence of arousal.

In his pressed slacks, shirt and tie he entered the living room. The time to face his gamble had come.

Such a contrast, blonde hair, black dress: Brunette hair, red dress.

“Good evening ladies.” Corey began. “Guess I should introduce you two. Sarah, this is Hannah, my wife, the love of my life. Hannah, Sarah – chef/entertainment/companion for this evening.”

Corey approached Hannah, for the first time of the evening, looking into her eyes, looking for reassurance, trying to provide some reassurance. Placing his hand on Hannah’s shoulder, leaned to her, breathing onto her neck before gently kissing her cheek.

 

[Juliangel]

I was sipping my wine as he said "entertainment" and over the rim of the glass the look I saw flash across Hannah's face told me she was definitely surprised but showed it also promise for the later.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Hannah."

"Let me light these candles and bring in the cheese tray. Why don't you two dance."

Returning to the room I dim the lights and begin lighting the candles that fill the room.

Setting out the tray I bring out a second bottle of wine and refill the glasses.

"Dinner should be ready in about thirty minutes."

 

[ranajja]

Companion? Entertainment?

Hannah couldn’t help reacting in surprise—it’s one thing to fantasize, it’s an entirely different story when your fantasy appears to be inevitable…

A fluttery, panicky feeling was smoothly quelled by Corey’s touch, his possessive caresses, his lips against her skin. Gentle waves of desire began welling up, leaving her skin flush and vibrant. Oh, he was so finely in tune to her, her needs, her desires…

Taking her wine glass from her, Corey took her hands and raised her to her feet, one hand firmly clasping hers and another sliding gently around her waist, drawing her to him.

Hannah melted into him, savoring his closeness, his scent. Moving slowly with him, she felt his sweet tender kisses against her neck, felt her flesh tingle as his lips gave way to teeth, gently grazing the tender skin of her neck.

She moved with him, against him, she rubbed herself against his hardness. She wanted him, as always…

 

[DriveSouth]

The CD was one Corey had created himself. Each song was a song that Hannah had at one time or another claimed was a “fucking song.” Corey had recognized it right off.

Corey helped Hannah to her feet and pulled her close to him. His hand slipped to the small of her back and he teased the waistband of her panties through the silky material of her red dress.

Hannah’s hair was in a twist atop her head, held in place by a pair of sticks, oriental in appearance. Corey liked it this way; it exposed the curve of her shoulder, her graceful neck, and her sexy ears.

He allowed his breath to tease her skin just beneath her ear. “I can’t wait to taste you.” he whispered into her ear. As Hannah sighed in agreement, Corey’s tongue moved against her ear, barely discernible, yet waves of gooseflesh avalanched over her.

“Stop it!” Hannah rebuked. She will see us. Corey lied, “Think of her like a the limo driver, she’s being compensated to see nothing.”

 

[Juliangel]

As they danced I finished lighting the candles and cleaned up the cheese tray. Letting a piece fall off the tray I bent to pick it up giving Hannah a slight peek at the fact that I ws wearing nothing under my dress.

In the kitchen, the only room now not lite by candle light I prepared the plates and took them to the diningroom, everything looked perfect.

Standing in the livingroom door I watched them dance, they moved as one, swaying with the music. You could see the passion between them, to join them would be truely delightful.

Corey looked up as he sensed I was there, "Dinner is served" I said and led them to the diningroom.

 

[DriveSouth]

If dinner was any indication, Sarah was a perfect choice for the evening.

Exchanging glances across thee table, Corey and Hannah played a game of seduction, the longing glances, their hot peeks at one another all served to build excitement.

Corey was a notoriously fast eater and the excitement of his prediciment only served to worsen his dilema. He finished the main course and asked for dessert before Hannah. He slowed, took time to savor the sweetness of the dessert, but stiffness urged him to hurry.

Corey Finished his desert and excused himself to the dimly lit livingroom.

Once there, he sat down on the sofa, closed his eyes and allowed the music and his fantasy to take him ...

The soft sounds of Hannah and Sarah visiting in the diningroom served as good fodder for his fertile imagination ...

Soft, feminine kisses ...

Tender caresses ...

Whispered passion ...

 

[ranajja]

Dinner was excellent, though the fluttering in her chest hardly allowed Hannah to taste it. She loved courting, flirting with Corey, but tonight was different. She was acutely aware of Sarah, every time she entered the room, every sound she made in the kitchen. Oh, the waiting was exquisite, the anticipation of the unknown. Hannah crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together, feeling the heat between her legs, the ache, the wanting…

Abruptly, Corey excused himself, leaving her alone in the room with Sarah. Hannah had heard of being able to cut the tension in the air with a knife, but this was the first time she herself had experienced it.

Sarah was quite pretty and graceful and Hannah watched as she flitted in and out of the kitchen. Hannah imagined what Sarah’s fingers would feel like against her skin, her lips, her tongue. Hannah’s skin prickled as she imagined Sarah with Corey, seeing them naked together, his hands against her skin, her pert breasts, her firm buttocks…

“Would you like some help?” Hannah heard herself saying. She reached for a platter just as Sarah did, and their hands touched. It was electrifying and Hannah looked up into Sarah’s intense gaze.

 

[Juliangel]

As our hands met I felt a jolt run through me sending a shock down my spine. Her gaze was intense and full of passion, the heat building between my legs mirrored the passion in her eyes.

What a joy it would be to move my hand along her hand and up her arm to her waiting breast but I mustn't. They were perfectly lovely and a delight to behold, so full and firm.

In my mind I could see myself caressing them as I softly press my lips against hers slowly parting them with my warm wet tongue.

Snapping back to reality I realized I was still holding her hand. "I am sorry I got lost in thought for a moment" I say never wavering my gaze from hers.

"I have everything under control you should join Corey"

She begins to stand and I reach for her chair "Let me help you with that" As she is standing she loses her balance and falls against me, my lips brushing against her luscious and lovely neck.

Helping her stand I manage to brush my hand across her breast innocently and am delighted to find her nipples are as hard as mine.

"If you can point me to the restroom I will clean this up as soon as I am finished."

Once in the bathroom I brace myself against the counter, part my legs and run my hand up my thigh. Closing my eye I picture myself slipping my hand between Hannah's thighs, parting her lips, feeling her juices flow out onto my hand and cumming under my touch.

Once the desire had been satisfied as well as I could alone, I realize I do not know how loud my moans of pleasure may have been. I wonder if htey had heard me? Cleaning up I return to the diningroom to clear the table.

 

[DriveSouth]

Hannah entered the room, not a minute too soon for Corey. He stood to meet her and embraced her tightly and they began to sway to the music.

Corey allowed his hands free roam over her body, he caressed her shoulders as they danced. His hands traveled down and stroked her back. His desire gave in to the urge to take her by the hips and pull her to him, grinding his stiffness into her.

Hannah shifted the angle of her neck, consenting to Corey’s kisses. Her hair twisted atop her head, the few wisps that straggled only served to add to the eroticism of her exposed neck and all it’s sensitivities. Corey kissed her, sucked gently on her neck and her bare shoulders, bringing goose flesh to the surface.


Corey released his grip on Hannah’s hips just long enough to reposition his hands, this time he took her buttocks firmly in his hands and moved to kiss her full on the mouth, tongues danced and dueled for control. Corey knew his woman, knew she was teetering in the edge of surrender, the edge of release.

Corey moved her to the sofa and eased her down and eased down atop her. Hannah broke the kiss to protest – “We’ll be heard …” “Not to worry.” Was Corey’s response, Sarah is busy, clearing the table, loading the dishwasher … “relax – cum for me …”

 

[ranajja]

Hannah yielded to his gentle insistence, and felt her desire overpower propriety. He knew all of her sensitive places, and he knew just how to touch her. Ohh, he knew how to arouse her beyond any semblance of control. She protested, weak and half-hearted, as his lips slowly travelled her neck, from behind her ear to her bare shoulder. Her hips raised to his hand, like a cat asking to be stroked.

His lips found hers again as she felt the featherlite touch of his fingertips against her bare thigh. She gasped into his mouth as his fingers brushed against her skin in slow lazy circles. Higher, closer until he brushed lightly against her panty-covered clit.

Her hips jerked against him, wanting more, fighting to be quiet. She knew her panties were soaked and knew how this aroused him.

Silently, she begged him to touch her again, to slide his fingers past the thong and into her wetness….

 

[DriveSouth]

Hannah's hips bucked against Corey's hand, his kisses muffled her moans, silenced her passionate utterances.

As the waves of orgasm subsided, Corey recognized the stirrings of her hips. They moved against the palm of his hand, grinding, urging exploration. Try as she may, Hannah was unable to manage to manuever Corey's fingers under her thong by grinding against him.

Corey submitted to her desire and teasingly pulled the thong aside, exposing her shaved womanhood. Her wetness invited his fingers to delve into her secret places, her hidden pleasures.

 

[Juliangel]

As I finished the dishes I could hear them in the living room. The moans were driving me over the edge. I slipped upstairs with a bottle of wine and three glasses.

I found the box in the closet that Corey left for me and began placing and lighting candles around the room, then put the CD into the stereo and started it.

Going into the bathroom I placed more candles and ran a very hot bath, later the water would be perfect. I added a sensual smelling oil and headed back downstairs.

I stood at the living room door watching for a moment then entered the room. Corey looked up and motioned for me to join them. I crossed the room and knelt on the floor beside the couch.

Corey took my hand in his and guided it along Hannah's body to her waiting wetness. As my fingers touched her clit a moan escaped from her as she looked up into my eyes.

 

[ranajja]

Hannah’s eyes were closed, her heart was racing. Her lips parted slightly as she tried to regain control of her breathing. Oh, he played her so well—the light strokes of his fingertips on her skin, anywhere on bare skin, her neck, her shoulder, her arms, her thighs.

She parted her legs slightly for him, still in the pleasant haze that follows an orgasm—slightly sated, but only serving to whet her appetite. She heard him murmur something unintelligible, then felt his hand, his fingers stroke her skin. She parted her legs slightly for him, pushing her hips, her mound up to meet his touch once again.

Hannah moaned as his fingers found her shameless wetness, and she revelled in the sensuous pleasure his touch brought her…then, through the delicious fog of sensual indulgence, she realized the touch was…different…

Her eyes opened slightly, then widened, and she gasped as she saw Sarah’s intense gaze, saw Sarah’s hand intently stroking her—Hannah’s breath caught, and she felt Corey's grip on her tighten, as if to give her no choice but to surrender... and enjoy...

Hannah's eyes closed and her head dropped back slightly at the onslaught of pleasure.


[Edited by ranajja on 03-02-2001 at 10:09 PM]

 

[DriveSouth]

Hannah and Sarah’s eyes met -

Hannah and Corey’s eyes met -

He knew her inhibitions –

He knew her fantasies too. His grip tightened, to reassure, to persuade. The thought, the image drove him. She moaned as their stare broke as her eyes drifted closed, as her head rolled back onto the cushion.

Corey breathed in relief. Surrender –

His hands left Sarah’s to their own business. Slowly he worked his way up, pausing to feel the coarseness of her furry mound. His fingers roughly pulled, pulling tight loose folds of skin. Hannah gasped sharply as he released and moved along her flat stomach, flinching in eager anticipation.

Touching the undersides of her breast always brought the same reaction. Her back arched, pointing nipples upwards, arms dropping back, exposing sensitive underarms.

Lightly he brushed the backs of his fingers along her breast the undersides, the outsides along her inner arm. Corey lifted her arms up and placed them along side her head. His hand touching Hannah’s elbow he stepped around the arm of the sofa, behind Hannah. Corey held her elbows and leaned forward to kiss a line along her slender neck, to behind her ear, sharp edges of his teeth drew a sharp response, a sharp squeal.

 

[Juliangel]

Touching Hannah sent shivers down my spine, she was a delight to be with. She tensed up when she realized I was touching her but was beginning to relax and give into the pleasure.

Pulling her leg around to the other side of me gave me full access to her loveliness. Slowly working my fingers in and out of her I lowered my mouth to her and ran my tongue across her clit.

I felt her jump and try to pull away but Corey held fast and murmured something to her and she stopped and spread her legs a little more for me, losing yet another of her inhibitions.

I swirl my tongue around her clit lapping up her sweet juices, slipping my tongue into her. I heard Corey suggest we move upstairs to be more comfortable.

 

[ranajja]

“Let her taste you,” he whispered hotly in Hannah’s ear. His words alone very nearly pushed her over the edge. Then, he tightened his grip and lowered his face to hers, kissing her, gently but with growing roughness and passion.

Hannah moaned, then slowly, almost reluctantly, she spread her legs, dreading and desiring the touch of soft lips, softer tongue. Hannah moaned into Corey’s mouth at the first sweet touch, tentative at first, then bolder. She squirmed in Corey’s grip as waves of pleasure spread across Hannah’s skin from the gentle ministrations. Oh, she was sooo close…

Hannah’s eyes fluttered open as she heard Corey’s soft chuckle. “Not so fast, baby,” he murmered against her cheek. He rose from the couch, gently bringing Hannah with him. Her knees felt like jelly and she throbbed with desire—already, this was more than she’d dare to fantasize. But now, she was ready to try, to dare, to explore…she wanted to be rid of these clothes, to feel skin against skin…against skin…

She let herself be lead up the stairs by Corey, holding his hand and shivering with anticipation. She chanced a glance at Sarah and her face flushed with uncertainty and desire…