Reunited

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Jane looked at David, her mouth agape. "Wow, you didn't tell me about this!"

She followed him up the stairs and out the door. On the roof, the wind whipped up her hair and toyed with her skirt. She wandered off, stepping around the perimeter of the space, until she got back to where David stood.

"C'mere, I'll show you where I live. See the yellowish church wih the red steeple? It's about two blocks north of there. And that dark red buiding over there is my old high school. And...." She took his hand, pulling him to the other side of the roof. "...my parents live, well you can't really see it, but it's just past that cell tower you can see."

Jane was faintly aware of mentioning her parents. And less so of the way her voice had become so animated. Spiritually, she had entered a place of great vulnerability, opening to David her most tender emotions.

She looked at him. "Do you have any secret places? I mean, that are special to you?"

 

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He was happy that she enjoyed this space, and he loved how she explored like an eager child. As she bounced he skirt would whip up for a split second teasing David.

However he was once again amazed at how quickly Jane had got back into his head. Her question had left looking for ways to open up to her, ways to display his vulnerability and that was not a position he often found himself in. In this moment however it felt entirely comfortable.

"My dad died last year after a 4 year battle with a serious illness. He owned a boat and went out on the lake every weekend. It was moored just over there" He pointed to a jetty in the distance.

"He asked us to empty his ashes in the lake. Its one of the reasons why i bought this place, so i can look out onto the lake and be reminded of him"

Silence hung in the air, by now David was holding Jane quite close. It was the first time he had mentioned it to anyone.

He realized that he needed to lighten the mood.

"Shall we head back inside, i have a lovely bottle of champagne ive been keeping for a special occasion?"

 

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It was so sad hearing about his dad. Jane didn't quite know what to say, or if she should say something, of if she'd be able to if she did know. Then he beckoned her inside, and in the split second of that moment some primal instinct guided her to do what she had no idea she knew how to do.

She reached her arm around his back, giving him a gentle tug.

"Wait," she said. Then she put reached her other arm around him and just held him, still and silent. The moment passed in a flash. She looked up and smiled, released one arm, and clung to him with the other as they walked toward the door.

When they got to the door she let go of him and stepped ahead and down the stair.

"You know what I've never done?" She said at the bottom. "You're not gonna believe this, but I've never opened a champagne bottle. Will you show me how to do it?"

 

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"Of course i can" Dave answered

"Ive opened a few in my time"

He watched Jane turn the corner towards the kitchen as he struggle to keep up with her. David had been waiting to drink this bottle for a while now and he felt it truly was the perfect moment to do so.

Jane was leaning against island in the middle of the kitchen. He leant down to his right openeing the chiller and taking the bottle out. A lovely Dom Ruinart Brut 1998, she was a special lady. He walked over to her and gently handed the bottle over to her.

"Well first of all you can just shoot the cork out, as im sure you know how to but im guessing you want to do it properly. If you shoot it out you end up loosing champagne and we don't want to do that!"

He walked over over and took two glasses out and placed them on the island. He then position himself behing Jane. She was holding the bottle nervously, pointing away from her. He wrapped his arms around her and grasped the bottle. He shuffled them around so they were facing back into the main room, just in case.

He reached over and took a small towel handing it to Jane

"First wipe the bottle so you an get a good grip"

She wiped the bottle up and down, David holding his hands over hers.

She finished wiping

"Right put the towel on the side you'll need that again in a sec. Now remove all the foil and then losen the cage, but dont take it of. Some people do but the cork might accidently go of"

Jane did as she was told. David could feel her pert buttocks dig into him as she moved about and he could feel himself getting excited.

"Now take the towel again and lay it over your left hand, then place the fat part of the bottle in your hand. Grip it tightly. Now grasp the cage and cork tightly. Now slowly turn the bottle while you hold the cork, make sure part of you hand is over the top of the cork. Don't feel the urge to yank the cork"

He chuckled and tried to guide her with his own hands.

 

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Jane concentrated on the bottle. It seemed to her like there was a lot of things to keep track of. She held the bottle in one hand, and the rim of the cork in the other. Slowly she began twisting.

"I'm not sure what's supposed to happen with the towel," she said, just so he'd know.

She had no idea how much strength it would take, but she gripped the cork fairly tightly and it did turn.

"Am I doing this right?" she said after a few turns. She dared not take her eyes off of the bottle.

 

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David could see that this wasn't going to end well.

" Whoa whoa whoa" He took control
" Grasp the bottle with your left handing using the towel to grip. Twist the bottle and with your right hand guide the cork out making sure it doesn't shoot out"
He took her wrist and positioned her in the right position

"Now slowly begin to twist"

He gently coaxed her to twist the bottle as he waited for the gentle pop.

 

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"Ok, I think I see now." She held the bottle steady and twisted, holding the cork in place with her right hand. She kept twisting, knowing she was going much slower than he would have.

Suddenly the cork popped up against her hand. She pressed it against the opening.

"Is that it? Do I pour now?" She did that, turning toward the empty glasses, thinking it would spill out otherwise, and that he'd stop her if it wasn't the right thing to do.

 

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David let go as the cork slowly popped. It wasn't the slickest opening ever but the TV was still fixed to the wall so it was a success.

He stood back as she poured 2 glasses. He could teach her how to pour next time.

"Thankyou" He said as he handed her a glass. He offered to clinck glasses.

"Cheers"

He took a sip and savored it. This was a truly wonderful evening. He admired her as she to took a sip, he full lips meeting the glass.

"Your look stunning tonight i have to say Jane. How about we go and sit over there"

He beckoned to the large L Shaped black leather couch.

"After you"

 

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Jane led the way to the couch. "David, thank you for indulging me in that. I had no idea there were such subtleties involved in doing it right."

She took a deep breath, trying to push all that awkwardness out of her mind. He had been right behind her, and she had been so consumed with the bottle she hadn't indulged herself at all in that feeling. She tried to remember what she felt of him, but all her sensations had slipped from her grasp.

Jane took a seat on one of the wings of the couch and watch as David followed her.

 

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"No thankyou for indulging me, im afraid im a bit of a bore when it comes to champagne, i know far to much, more than is normal"

He stopped as she took her place on the sofa, he caught a quick glance of her thigh controlling hist thought as to not present the excitement that was building within his suit trousers.

He switched on the stereo the speakers built into the walls of the building. Quiet relaxing violins filled the air, he was a great lover of classical music.

He took a seat next to her tilted his body towards her. His arm rested on the back of the couch he gently began to play with her hair.

"So do you like the champagne?"

 

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"Oh I love champagne, but I don't drink it that much. I don't know why. I just always drink wine. Habit or preference? I just don't know."

Jane realized after all that to do, she hadn't tasted the champagne. She took a delicate sip, so as to let the taste sit on her tongue.

"Wow. I've never had anything this good." Now she took a bigger drink, feeling the sharpness of the alcohol run down her throat. "You must really know you way around the wine store."

Jane drew a foot up and tucked it under her other leg. Her skirt rode up her tucked leg, and she saw David eyeing her tattoo on her thigh as it was uncovered. For a thousand reasons, all she could was look at him and laugh, approving of his attention.

"Well, if no one's going to offer a toast, I'll drink to this wonderful evening."

 

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"You could say that. My grandfather on my mothers side owns a vineyard in Germany and we go there quite often."

As he sat there watching her drink her champagne he realized what a sexual person she was and she exuded a demand for attention.

"To this wonderful evening" He said as he clinked glasses.

Jane adjusted the way she was sitting and Dave caught a quick glance of her underwear, he felt like the naughty schoolboy again. Her change had uncovered her thigh and David noticed a tattoo on the inside. In his eyes Jane was becoming more perfect, tattoos on women had a great affect on him.

He reached forward a gently stroked around her tattoo,her skin tightening to the touch.

"So what is this one then Jane"

As he asked his eyes never left her thigh.

 

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Jane blushed a little. "This one I got when I was rebellious teenager. You see how small it is--I had to hide it from my parents for two years."

David drew back his hand, but his touch had left a deep impression. She was amazed at how easily he could get to her most intimate places without seeming at all aggressive or crude. That delicate touch had sent a trickle of electricity through her pelvis. She quickly took a hefty sip of champagne, hoping to swallow the sensations she wasn't yet ready to feel.

Jane felt his hand behind her head, toying with her hair. She pressed her head back, nuzzling into his hand, feeling her body release into his control as if he were manipulating puppet strings above her. She felt her heart race slightly, and tried to ignore it.

"What were you like as a teenager?" Jane felt it almost difficult to speak.

 

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As David removed his hand he slid it of her skin, slightly higher than would normally be appropriate. He tried to gauge her reaction. He continued lightly stroking her hair as she nuzzled in to his hand.

"You remember me as a teenager Jane, well behaved of course. University was good though, i to do have a few tattoos"

He tried to give Jane his you'll have to find out eyes, although he doubted he was successful.

He gently moved his hand down the side of her face until it rested underneath her chin. He began to pull her face into his as his heart rate began to increase. He knew at any moment she could pull away and he hoped he had not misread the situation.

He could feel her warm lips meet his. It sent sensations through his body and right down his spine. The moistness of Jane's lips led to a swelling deep within hi suit trousers. As he applied pressure with his own lips he stroked slowly down the side of her face following the goosebumps down the side of her neck.

 

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Jane heard the answer to her question. And she thought about his tatoos. But he had started a different conversation, one that had totally consumed her. She had felt his hand on her face, stroking gently, then her chin, then suddenly she felt his lips touch hers.

She closed her eyes. Suddenly all her concentration was focused on his kiss. The aroma of his breath wafted into her nostrils, that foreign scent, much unlike her own, that manly scent of desire.

He had done nothing but kiss her, a gentlemanly, delicate kiss, but emotionally that kiss had penetrated deeply within her. She thought of speaking, of asking about his tatoos, of making some cute joke about that. But her voice was stilled as she waited, waited, to see what further pleasures his lips would bring.

 

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David pulled away from her soft lips, her saliva settling on his. He could taste the champagne she had been drinking and her scent consumed him. He watched her lips as it looked like she was going to say something.

He wasn't going to wait any longer, he knew what he wanted. He placed his right hand on her knee and could feel her muscles contract to his touch, the smoothness of her skin sending messages to areas deep inside him.

With his left hand he placed it on the side of her cheek, and more firmly this time he pulled her face into his. He bought his lips to hers again this time pushing being more forceful. He used a little bit of tongue, he wanted to make sure his intension's were known.

Whilst the passion flowed through their lips he continued striking her knee, occasionally moving to the inside of her thigh, testing how far he could go, teasing Jane.

 

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David's first kiss startled Jane. But as soon as he pulled away, she yearned to have him back. If he had pressed his tongue into her at the start, she would have felt he was being aggressive. But now she wanted it, and felt her neck arch forward as if grasping for him.

That was the way it was with David, with this evening. He would tease her with delicate suggestions. Her mind would whirl with curiosity, wondering what he would do next. In that moment before she felt him again, she sat suspended, eyes closed, waiting, feeling his breath near, her skin alert to every possibility.

Then his mouth was on her again, this time the subtle probe of his tongue. Her lips parted slightly as she welcomed him into her.

Jane felt his hand gently graze her knee. At first it seemed accidental, as if it weren't really there. Then his hand lay on her knee, his fingers wrapping onto her thigh, as if testing to see what she would do. Then, as she exhaled, her body seemed to relax into him. Almost without conscious intention, she felt her thigh open slightly as if to urge his hand onward.

 

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David could feel Jane relax and her legs seemed to adjust slightly inviting him in. He was uncharacteristically hesitant, he had waited for this moment for years and now here he was a little teenager, hesitant and frigid.

He continued to kiss her, alternating between long passionate deep kisses with little pecks at different points of her lips. The hardness in his trouser was no longer under control and his material struggled to restrain. His manliness returning as he took control of his perfetic teenage thoughts. He knew what he wanted.

He pulled his lips away and instantly was desperate to return, her beautiful eyes beckoning him in for more. He put his finger to the side of her face and moved it away from him, at the same time he leaned in to passionately kiss her neck, taking little nibbles and struggling not to make a mark. He knew however he must not and he listened to her body to quickly discover the limits.

He realized his hand was still on her thigh, almost redundant. She had opened herself to him but he did not want to rush. He continued stroking the inside of her thigh in gentle circular motions as he continued drawing out goosebumps on her neck. He slowly moved further and further down her leg and inside her skirt. Whenever he could feel her warmth or the change in texture of her underwear, he would retreat to her knee and start the process all over again. He longed to be frantic and to continue further but he knew it would be more enjoyable the longer it took.

 

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Jane felt the pressure of David's finger on her cheek, then his lips trailed across her face and down her neck. He nibbled at her neck, giving her the gentlest kisses, and she arched her neck as her skin responded. Her skin bristled with excitement as he found her sensitive areas.

Then Jane felt his hand move onto her thigh, tracing upwards. She had imagined he would stop after a short distance, and gasped when he didn't. As his hand went under her skirt, she felt her pelvis brace itself, her muscles quivering with some mixture of resistance and desire. Onward he went, and she gasped as she felt his finger brush the cloth of her panties. Then he abruptly retreated, and she felt her pelvis arch after him.

After several of these ventures, Jane felt a slight tremor in her inner muscles. Her heart pounded in her chest. She opened her eyes and turned to look at him, bringing her hand to his cheek. For the longest time, it seemed, she just stared into his eyes, a penetrating stare that spoke the depth of her desire. Then, just as impulsively, she leaned her head against his shoulder and put an arm around him, holding him in a quiet embrace as her body adjusted to its arousal. David rested his hand on her as she rested against him.

Then she raised her head off of his shoulder and lay it back against the couch again, sliding down slightly and arching her hips upward. She looked up at him, stroking his cheek again, and without speaking a word, beckoned him to proceed.