Snowbound at 2 AM

"Thanks, it's never a cliche if you're sincere." I notice you checking out my legs. I pull one foot from your grasp and slide it up your arm to rest on your chest. I can feel your heartbeat under my toes.

"Was she your first?" I ask. "Who was the one in a rush when you were together?"
 
I take a deep breath, and you can feel my heart start beating faster almost immediatly. "Well, I am sincere. For instance, when I say you have a truly excellent pair of legs, I'm sincere about that too."

"As for her...yeah, first and only." I admit wistfully. "I think she was the one who rushed us along, but I didn't...well, when you're 19 and male and an attractive girl jumps on you, you don't say, "Hey, slow down!", however much you might want to." I smile, just a little. "Not unless you've got self-control than I do."
 
"Self control, I think we could see just how much self-control you have. What do you think? Could you play with me for hours, give me a few mind-blowing orgasms and not come yourself?" I ask with a smile, waiting to see how you will react.
 
I hesitate for a minute, without stopping my foot massage, which has now extended into running my hands up your leg, a bit more each time.

When I find my voice, there's the trace of a smile tugging at my lips. "I don't know...I know for certain I can give you the first two, but I'll have to pass on the third. What do you say?"
 
"Well, let's see how close we can get to sticking to that third option, I didn't mean you could never come, just not before I was completely satisfied," I say with a laugh.

Pulling my feet from your grasp, I walk over to the bar and find a bottle of champagne and two glasses. "Follow me," I say, as I head to the bathroom. "We've got to give this heart-shaped tub a try!"
 
"That's good.", I say with a sigh of relief and smile, as I follow you, "I like that idea much better." The tub is huge, big enough for five or six people, and is decorated in red and gold without being terribly garish.

The faucets are gold, and look like little Cupid cherubs as I turn the water on. "Warm enough to be interesting, but not enough that we sweat to death..." I shoot a quick grin at you. "Well, not without some effort on our parts..."

My hands are shaking with excitement as I move toward you, I can't quite believe that a beautiful woman who isn't evil finds me attractive.
 
After placing the champagne and glasses on the counter, I reach forward and unbutton your polo shirt, then pull it slowly from the waistband of your jeans. "Raise your arms," I ask.

After you've raised your arms, I remove your shirt revealing a well-muscled chest with a light dusting of hair. "You were hiding a nice body under that shirt," I say with a grin. "Personally, I don't understand the appeal of 300 lb. tanks, but because your ex does, I get to have you! You look like you work out but aren't so beefy that its unattractive."

I reach up and smooth your brown hair, then run my hands down your equally well-muscled arms to your hands. I feel your hands shaking as I place them at my waist. "I always went for guys like you in college. More brains than brawn, mild-mannered on the surface, but oh what depths."
 
"Thank you.", I say simply, sincerely. "That means a lot." I step forward, into our kiss. It's light at first, barely touching, because we have to break off to pull your camisolle over your head. The kiss deepens when we meet again, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I move to nuzzle your neck.

"And of the...well, the two people I've been in this situation with, you look better in a simple white bra than the other did in all of the wierd outfits she had. I run my hands up your back, lightly grazing against your skin, fumbling with the catch for a very short second before I get it off.
 
I pull my bra down my arms and toss it to the side. My nipples lightly brush your chest as I lean forward to kiss the side of your neck, moving my way around to your face. Our lips meet and I lightly lick your lips. Taking your hands again, I lead you over to the chair next to the tub.

"Let me get your shoes off," I say as I kneel at your feet. "Is there anything you didn't do with your ex that we might want to try?" I ask.
 
I run my hands through your thick black hair as I lean over to kiss you one more time. That done, I move back a little and whisper, "Uh, there was one thing...I'd always do it for her when she asked, but she'd never, uh..."

To my surprise, you smile and nod in understanding. I help you get my sneakers off, and then you move forward to unbutton my jeans.

As you get them off, I'm obviously _very_ happy to see you there, hard and ready.
 
"When I finally let you come, I'll make sure you're in my mouth," I say with a wicked grin. "You know I'm not going to let you for a while." I lean forward and take one quick lick, starting at the base of your cock, up your length for a quick swirl around the head.

"This tub is taking a while to fill," I comment as I rise and pick up the champagne and hand it to you. "Why don't you open this while I pin up my hair. I don't want to get it wet, at least not yet."

I leave the room as you look down at the champagne in your hand.
 
It takes a while for higher brain functions to return to my body after just one touch of your tongue, so I've just gotten the champagne poured into two glasses when you return with your hair up. It looks extremely nice, but not quite as nice as you look without your skirt. You've got more confident than I would, striding along with a wicked grin on your face as you take the champagne.

We clink glasses, and you say, "Here's to liking what you see..." as you sit next to me on the really rather huge chair, that's more of a tall couch.
 
"That sounds like a very good thing." I take a quick, enthusiastic drink, and slide out of the chair enough to sit between your legs.

My hands take time getting to the zipper on the back of your skirt, making slow circles on your calves and thighs as they slide upward to unzip the skirt, the black silk whispering as it slides down your legs.

"You know," I say in a hushed, reverent whisper, "I've always been a leg man...and you've got the best pair of legs I've ever seen." I kiss the bottoms of your inner thighs, my 2 AM shadow skritching just enough to be pleasant.
 
"Thanks. I like them too, they've always served me well," I say as I reach down and pull you to a kneeling position. I wrap my stocking-clad legs around you and tug your head forward for a kiss. Our lips meet, our tongues tasting of champagne. I nibble on your lower lip, then bite if softly, following up with a soothing lick.

I take a sip of my champagne, then sit my glass on the floor next to the chair. Leaning back down to your mouth, I kiss you again, sharing the champagne with you. "Just one of many things champagne is good for," I say softly.

My hands stroke your hair and neck as you begin to remove my stockings.
 
I slowly, slowly pull them down, running my hands down and caressing as I go. Your legs are chiseled, strong and athletic, but still very feminine and sexy.

As I pull the stockings down, I take the time to kiss every one of your toes, helped along by the champagne you splash down there. with that done, you pull me up and I sit up to passionately kiss, our tongues locking as every inch of our bodies presses together.

"Mmm," you say as we break it off for air, finally, "Let's try that tub..."
 
"These cherub taps are one of the funniest things I've ever seen," I laugh as I turn the water off. Taking my glass with me, I step into the tub and sit down, the water just covering the tips of my breasts. "This is great! Hey, grab that champagne before you join me."
 
I sit with alacrity, glass in hand. I'm not shy about admiring you with my eyes, but I manage to keep it from being ogling. "Yeah, this is my first time in a honeymoon suite...I think it's worth the money."

For a minute or two, we just sit, enjoying the warm, soothing water on our muscles, sipping our champagne with just our free hands touching, until I decide to be a bit daring.

I lean back, running my foot up the top of your leg, past the knee to the softness of the thigh.
 
You had an erection before you got in the tub. I wonder if you still do. I'm feeling relaxed, the lights are dim, the water is warm. I feel your foot running up my leg. I shift slightly, allowing my legs to part.

I place my champagne on the side of the tub and take your foot in my hands, returning the massage of earlier. "Has anyone ever rubbed your feet? My lover never had anyone do this for him before me."
 
If I didn't have an erection before, I certainly do now, as the erotic feel of your skilled hands flows through me. "Aah...no, never, never...but even if I had, I don't think it would feel as good as that does right now."


I lean back, taking in the sensations, then I take your free hand and run my mouth over every finger, lightly sucking, before you slip it down to join the other.
 
As I rub your foot, I think about where this night might lead, what I might do next with my young and willing partner. So earnest and sincere, and so ready to learn, innate sensuality shining through. It's a pity that his first experiences were with someone as inexperienced as his ex.

I pull your other foot to me and begin to rub it, listening to your soft moans. I start to work my way up your legs, massaging the muscles, working at the slight tension I feel. I keep my eyes on yours, looking deeply into your blue eyes. The water sloshes up your chest as I crawl my way up. I spread my thighs and sit on your legs, facing you. I wrap my arms around your neck and lean my breasts into your chest, my erect nipples pushing against you. I nuzzle your neck, sucking lightly, taking little nips at your shoulders. I lean back and look into your eyes again.
 
"Oh, wow."

I blush, a little embaressed by the awe your touch causes me, but it doesn't seem to bother you at all as you pull me in for another kiss.

Hard as I am against your thigh, I decide (with some difficulty) to keep exploring. My hands move down your back, outlining every vertebrae, before reaching your butt, where I lightly cup and massage your buttocks.

You gasp and bite my lip, pulling it out before licking it with a playful grin on your face. "Someone's learning...I like that..."
 
I can feel your erection against my thigh, hotter even than the water surrounding us. I kiss you again, tangling my tongue with yours, sucking on your tongue, wondering if you realize I'll use the same rhythm later as I introduce you to the joys of oral sex. I slide my hands down your chest, toying with your nipples, pinching them lightly. I feel your erection jump against my thigh. I sigh softly into your mouth as you continue to massage my buttocks, your fingers slipping closer and closer to my wet center. I hug you to me so that our chests are pressed together and continue to kiss you.

I break the kiss finally, both of us breathing a little heavier. I wonder how far I can push you before you become too excited. I reach down under the water and stroke your length, then wrap my fingers around you and give a good squeeze. "God, you're hard," I whisper in your ear, my breath lightly stirring the hair next to it. I take your ear lobe in my mouth and nibble gently, then dip my tongue into your ear. I feel you shudder.

"Should we stay in here a little longer or continue elsewhere?" I ask.
 
"As much as I want to stay here," I whisper hotly as I lick and nibble your neck, "if I do, that part of me won't be any good to you for entirely too long...I don't want any interruptions in this..."

You nod agreement as we get out of the tub, our mouths locked and our bodies pressed together, my hands moving over your chest, lightly playing with your nipples and massaging your breasts, your hands moving to my butt, returning the massage I gave you a moment ago.

"I've got an idea." you whisper into my ear as we break our kiss for air. I've learned to love your ideas, so I nod agreement, almost incapable of speech at this point.
 
I take your hand and lead you to the bedroom, pausing a moment to grab my bag from the closet. I open it and remove a portable CD player, a small set of speakers, and a CD book. Handing it all to you I say, "Why don't you set this up and give us a little music to play by. There should be something appropriate in there."

As you set up the CD player on the beside table, I continue to remove items from my bag. First, a couple of scented candles that I light and place on the opposite table, then a few bottles that I place next to the candles. I look back in the bag, a look of indecision on my face. Finally, I zip it closed and return it to the closet.

I return to the bed and remove the comforter and pull back the sheets, dumping all of it on the floor. "After you've picked out a CD, turn off the light and join me," I say, stretching out on the bed with my hands behind my head, my breasts pointing to the ceiling, nipples erect. "Then I'll tell you my idea."
 
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