Arioso
Soothing the Soul
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Carrie fidgets a little, her bullet-hard nipples pressing against the thin cotton of her tee in testament to her anxiety and arousal. I can only imagine all the warnings racing through her mind...and I hear traces of those alarm bells in the half-hearted protests she makes as I begin to pour all three of us a glass of the chianti.
"Really, ma'am, I probably shouldn't be drinking since I have to drive back--"
"Oh, call me Jacki, please -- I insist. And since you'll be helping us sample the pizza, the food should help absorb a few little sips of wine," I assure her warmly, holding a glass out to her. When she finally takes it, I make sure to let my fingers brush against hers -- holding her gaze with mine during the brief contact. "And I almost forgot, should we use the good china for this?"
Carrie's forehead wrinkles in bemused disbelief, as if she feels like Alice who's tumbled down the rabbit hole. "No, no...it's really not that fancy. You can eat pizza out of the box."
I turn to Rand and gape in amazement. "Darling, how novel! Eating out of a box. Won't it be just like the meal we had on that large basket at the Kabyle restaurant in Saint-Paul de Vence?"
In perfect form, Rand raises his wine glass in a salute and says, "A toast...to a new dining experience."
Mmm....his robe falls open just a little across the chest when he lifts his glass...I love my husband's chest!
The three of us drink, Carrie a little hesitantly, but I can see the appreciative expression on her face as she tastes the chianti. Well, of course -- 1979 was a very good year. When I lift the lid on the box, a savory, steamy aroma wafts up and draws a soft, deep moan from my lips.
"Carrie, how do you manage to deliver these things and not devour them all yourself? This smells positively decadent!" My voice sings with seduction as I fix her with a hungry gaze.
She blushes and laughs. "Well, I guess the novelty wore off for me a long time ago."
"Oh, well I love indulging in new things," I purr suggestively, enjoying the deeper flush that creeps into her cheeks. "Especially when they're as delicious...and exotic...as this...Here, have some more wine. Try the merlot."
I ease up from the sofa and fetch another wine glass for her. When I return to set it on the coffee table, I bend low, giving her an excellent flash of my bare breasts as the pajama top sags open. I stay that way as I pour the wine.
"But ma-- Jacki, I haven't finished this glass," Carrie stammers.
"I know, honey, I know, but this is a tasting. Usually it involves sampling several glasses. Please, try both of them with the pizza," I urge smoothly.
As she lifts the merlot to her sweet lips, I can't resist the temptation to brush the back of my hand against her cheek. She starts a little and glances at me, but doesn't choke on her mouthful of wine. In fact, she's steady enough to be able to swallow it...her eyes watching me the entire time.
I give her a lingering smile. I can feel her relaxing...feel her slowly accepting my interest in her...it's so erotic to feel the hypnotic mood in the air as she silently, almost imperceptibly, yields to the unspoken offer I've been making ever since she stepped inside our house.
Rand, Carrie, and I continue our meal, alternating messy bites with heady sips of different wines and light conversation. As I eat, I casually shift from time to time against the back of the sofa...nudging my shoulder a little so that the pajama top slips down a little...then readjusting...each time revealing just a little more...always noticing how eagerly Carrie's eyes flit to my chest, yet how carefully she tries to mask her interest....
Until I finally let the pajama top slide down from my shoulder enough to bare my left breast, framing my full, round flesh in lustrous, blue silk.
And I wait.
I stare at Carrie.
Her eyes freeze on my pale, voluptuous breast and puckered nipple. Slowly...but inevitably...her gaze lifts to mine and we're locked in an exquisite moment of mutual realization. I have her.
"Does this bother you, Carrie?" I ask her very softly.
She's had two-and-a-half glasses of wine by now, but she isn't drunk. I'm not interested in taking advantage of someone so inebriated that she can't choose to enjoy the pleasure I'm offering. However, her inhibitions definitely seem to have lowered...she doesn't tense up immediately. No, her body seems relaxed, although her breathing quickens...her lips redden and her nipples grow even more prominent under her tee as the blood rushes to all of her hot spots.
"No," she manages to whisper, her voice catching in her throat, shaking a little.
Slowly, my eyes never leaving hers, I sit up and undo the rest of the buttons on my pajama top. The silk falls away to the sides, baring both of my firm, swollen breasts. I lean closer and closer to Carrie, displaying my tits like an offering.
"Would you like to touch me?" I murmur, letting my gaze wash over her, giving her a clear signal of my desire.
She licks her lips nervously....the seconds pass as the different reactions battle within her...but I know that curiosity has won out when her hand tentatively lifts up from where it's been gripping the sofa cushion tightly.
At that first, hesitant, butterfly ghosting of her fingers on my velvety soft breast, I can't help myself. My eyes slip shut and I feel the tremor shake through me as I moan, "Yessssss."
"Really, ma'am, I probably shouldn't be drinking since I have to drive back--"
"Oh, call me Jacki, please -- I insist. And since you'll be helping us sample the pizza, the food should help absorb a few little sips of wine," I assure her warmly, holding a glass out to her. When she finally takes it, I make sure to let my fingers brush against hers -- holding her gaze with mine during the brief contact. "And I almost forgot, should we use the good china for this?"
Carrie's forehead wrinkles in bemused disbelief, as if she feels like Alice who's tumbled down the rabbit hole. "No, no...it's really not that fancy. You can eat pizza out of the box."
I turn to Rand and gape in amazement. "Darling, how novel! Eating out of a box. Won't it be just like the meal we had on that large basket at the Kabyle restaurant in Saint-Paul de Vence?"
In perfect form, Rand raises his wine glass in a salute and says, "A toast...to a new dining experience."
Mmm....his robe falls open just a little across the chest when he lifts his glass...I love my husband's chest!
The three of us drink, Carrie a little hesitantly, but I can see the appreciative expression on her face as she tastes the chianti. Well, of course -- 1979 was a very good year. When I lift the lid on the box, a savory, steamy aroma wafts up and draws a soft, deep moan from my lips.
"Carrie, how do you manage to deliver these things and not devour them all yourself? This smells positively decadent!" My voice sings with seduction as I fix her with a hungry gaze.
She blushes and laughs. "Well, I guess the novelty wore off for me a long time ago."
"Oh, well I love indulging in new things," I purr suggestively, enjoying the deeper flush that creeps into her cheeks. "Especially when they're as delicious...and exotic...as this...Here, have some more wine. Try the merlot."
I ease up from the sofa and fetch another wine glass for her. When I return to set it on the coffee table, I bend low, giving her an excellent flash of my bare breasts as the pajama top sags open. I stay that way as I pour the wine.
"But ma-- Jacki, I haven't finished this glass," Carrie stammers.
"I know, honey, I know, but this is a tasting. Usually it involves sampling several glasses. Please, try both of them with the pizza," I urge smoothly.
As she lifts the merlot to her sweet lips, I can't resist the temptation to brush the back of my hand against her cheek. She starts a little and glances at me, but doesn't choke on her mouthful of wine. In fact, she's steady enough to be able to swallow it...her eyes watching me the entire time.
I give her a lingering smile. I can feel her relaxing...feel her slowly accepting my interest in her...it's so erotic to feel the hypnotic mood in the air as she silently, almost imperceptibly, yields to the unspoken offer I've been making ever since she stepped inside our house.
Rand, Carrie, and I continue our meal, alternating messy bites with heady sips of different wines and light conversation. As I eat, I casually shift from time to time against the back of the sofa...nudging my shoulder a little so that the pajama top slips down a little...then readjusting...each time revealing just a little more...always noticing how eagerly Carrie's eyes flit to my chest, yet how carefully she tries to mask her interest....
Until I finally let the pajama top slide down from my shoulder enough to bare my left breast, framing my full, round flesh in lustrous, blue silk.
And I wait.
I stare at Carrie.
Her eyes freeze on my pale, voluptuous breast and puckered nipple. Slowly...but inevitably...her gaze lifts to mine and we're locked in an exquisite moment of mutual realization. I have her.
"Does this bother you, Carrie?" I ask her very softly.
She's had two-and-a-half glasses of wine by now, but she isn't drunk. I'm not interested in taking advantage of someone so inebriated that she can't choose to enjoy the pleasure I'm offering. However, her inhibitions definitely seem to have lowered...she doesn't tense up immediately. No, her body seems relaxed, although her breathing quickens...her lips redden and her nipples grow even more prominent under her tee as the blood rushes to all of her hot spots.
"No," she manages to whisper, her voice catching in her throat, shaking a little.
Slowly, my eyes never leaving hers, I sit up and undo the rest of the buttons on my pajama top. The silk falls away to the sides, baring both of my firm, swollen breasts. I lean closer and closer to Carrie, displaying my tits like an offering.
"Would you like to touch me?" I murmur, letting my gaze wash over her, giving her a clear signal of my desire.
She licks her lips nervously....the seconds pass as the different reactions battle within her...but I know that curiosity has won out when her hand tentatively lifts up from where it's been gripping the sofa cushion tightly.
At that first, hesitant, butterfly ghosting of her fingers on my velvety soft breast, I can't help myself. My eyes slip shut and I feel the tremor shake through me as I moan, "Yessssss."