Unleashing Becca

[ninian]

Becca

I hurried down the street. I was running late, and that would never do. Mother was waiting for me at the restraunt. "Lunch at Hioki's, Rebecca. 12:00, don't be late!" She always reminded me not to be late, and I usually wasn't. I had learned long ago that upsetting mother was not something I enjoyed doing! Mother was a very strict cold woman. I suppose she had reason to be. Her husband had left her before I was even born. For his secretary. I think that was why mom was the way she was. She made sure I never made the wrong decision, and that I always behaved properly. And she made sure i was very careful about who I chose for friends, and dates.

Which meant I lead a very boring life. I got along well with everyone. At least everyone at work. I was a very successful accountant at the age of 25. But I had no social life. I had never had a date with a boy, I never had any girlfriends to giggle with. Mother made sure of that. She told me I was too good for all that nonsense. She also made me dress very conservatively. Young women weren't supposed to dress like tramps she told me. So I dressed as she asked me to. My closet was full of clothes much like what I was wearing today. I had a simple navy business suit on, the skirt reaching well past my knees. My top was a stark white shirt buttoned to my neck. My shoes sensible 1 inch heel pumps. My hair was pulled back tight in a severe bun.

Once I had worn my hair down, and had not worn the severley cut jacket. I had left the top two buttons of my blouse undone, and I had worn higher heels. My mother flew into a rage. She called me a hussy and wanted to know who's husband I was trying to steal dressed like that. I ran up to my room and fixed myself back to my dowdy appearance. Never trying to change again.

 

[Amadeus]

All clients are the same and yet all clients are different. One thing you learn in my work is to carefully identify that difference because it becomes the key to success or failure at advising them or of handling their affairs and money. With Bianca, I knew one thing for certainn, I had better follow the other key rule of consulting, that is be there for the appointment before the client arrives.

Bianca Naismith Bradford is 53 years, seven months and two days old. She dressed conservatively and was always 'properly' dressed. She never joked and rarely laughed with a lot of enthusiasm. She could be very cranky, they had told me before I was 'selected' by Bianca to replace one of my colleagues who didn't measure up to her standard. She has a daughter, Rebecca, aged 25 who I am to meet today, at a luncheon arranged by her mother at Hioki's a posh Japanese American restaurant on the upper East Side.

At one time, Bianca must have been quite an attractive woman, but that would have been before she stopped thinking it was important to smile. Since I am a firm believer in life being a bit of fun, I don't know why on earth she has asked for me out of the 7 Financial Advisors and Estate Managers in the law offices of Randall, Burnley and Carstairs. I am a junior partner, James Bellamy. I am 37 years old, and single. Bianca and I have had several meetings to get acquainted and to familiarize me with the assets she has and to 'check me out' I am sure. It has gone well so far, but, I have relapses into having fun with little jokes. Bianca has given a mild little smile once in awhile but the ice doesn't come off easily.

She has a nice figure, really, and could actually be attractive, if she would let it happen. I wonder if that is part of the assignment, I smile to myself as I wait for Bianca to roll in through the revolving door.

I wonder what Rebecca will be like.

 

[ninian]

I arrived at the restraunt a bit early and the hostess took me to the usual table.

As we weaved our way through the cluster of tables I took in the room. This trendy little restraunt was the meeting place of every businessman and woman in this town.

I knew my mother hoped I would meet some nice young man here on his way up in the world. Someone with money, and a executive position. Someone who had a membership at the country club and played golf and tennis. Which meant .. boring. But not to her, to her it meant proper, stability, someone who wouldnt fuck his secretary and then leave you with a wailing baby and bills.

This of course was far from the truth. Most of these men were snakes. They fught to get where they were, and would fight more to get higher. And they fought nasty. They were pompus bastards who felt the world owed them and they were going to collect. And any woman, was free game for them.

I had become lost in my thoughts and then I was standing there at the table my mother had reserved. The hostess bowed to me and left before I could call her back and tell her she must have been mistaken.

"but someone is already ...."

My voice trailed off. She was gone.

I turned and offered a stiff smile to the man sitting at our table.

"Excuse me, Im sorry for the mistake." Polite ... always so polite I muttered to myself as I turned to walk away.

"Miss Bradford?"

I turned and looked at him.

"Yes?"

"Please have a seat, your mother should be here shortly."

Oh god, please don't tell me she was trying to set me up. I looked at my watch, It was 12:10. That either meant my mother was not coming, or she was in the hospital.

"One moment" I said to him, a bit flustered. I never knew how to deal with men.

I stepped away from the table to call my mother. She was at home. Immedialtely she began nagging.

"You are calling me? That is very rude child, there is someone waiting for you at that table."

"Mother," I interupted "Who is this man and why is he here? and why arent you?"

"Hes an associate , talk to him, you know how business these days is so much better than me, I want you to talk to him, see if he is good enough for me to use."

I knew it was a set up then, my mother had the head of a businesswoman, she just didn't want people to know it. So she hid behind me.

But she knew I knew, and she wanted me to meet this man.

Damnit. I hung up the phone and went back to the table. As I sat down I told him my mother would not be coming and we were to conduct our business without her.

 

[Amadeus]

'Hooollllly Cow" I thought to myself as the slim,severe miniature of Bianca walked briskly away from me, standing with my hand out in greeting. I shook it in the air, grinning at the people at the next table who had seen the way I had been dismissed.

Surprise, surprise, she returned and told my momma won't be with us. Now, I don't let myself be surprised much but this move surprised me. "now what?" I thought. Never one to hold a grudge, I tried again, extending my hand and saying" "James ......... that's me. You must be Rebecca, known to me only by description by her mother. Any resemblance likely?" I tried my humor to see if we could break the iciness of our first beginning. Didn't work.

Rebecca laid it on the line. "Look, if my MOTHER is trying to manipulate me again by introducing me to her idea of an eligible mate, we can forget this interview ever took place, OK?"

"I'm certain that would be a delightful scenario -- but to my knowledge, your mother has no such design in mind. I am a lowly financial consultant here to do her bidding and to see if there is anything that I can do for you as a part of the inevitable estate. Perhaps we will succeed in letting you keep some of it if we work our asses off, when, god forbid, your mother is taken from this earth!"

Now, I thought that was pretty good tongue in cheek, friendly introduction. I think she had trouble figuring out how I could be any good at all that if I also made jokes and smiled a lot. She may be right, of course.

She took the chair opposite the one I was prepared to hold for her, so I pushed mine back in with a flourish. This was going really well so far.

 

[ninian]

I cracked a slight smile. He was funny. But I wasn;t in the mood for this. There had to be something wrong with him. He had been handpicked by my mother. The death knell for any man as far as I was concerned. But I tried to be a pleasant lunch companion. After all .. it was a Friday.

My lips curled in a smile as I thought about the quiet relaxing weekend I had planned.

"Now that's better"

I started, I had forgotten about my lunch companion. Lord my other would die if she knew. At that thought my eyes flashed darkly. I shook my head and gave him my attention.

I hated discussing mothers assets. But we got to it quick enough. Despite his joking manner, he really knew his stuff. He would have to for my mother to approve.

I sat back in my seat after finishing my meal.

"God I feel like I ate a cow"

Quickly I realised my rigid demeanor had slipped and I flushed, Sitting up in my chair, again assuming perfect posture, my face slightly flushed.

"It was a lovely meal, and I can see why my mother has chosen you." I reached for my purse and pulled out my credit card. Signalling to the waiter that we were done.

I gave him a warm smile, "It's been a pleasure." I said softly, realising the truth of my words. I had really enjoyed myself.

 

[Amadeus]

"Well, thank you for lunch" I muttered as the waiter moved away with her card. I signalled him to take his time. I eat here a lot and am a big tipper so I know he will give me a few more minutes.

We are silent for a moment, as Rebecca sorts things out in her purse and I survey the real person of Rebecca out of the light of balance sheets and investments. You need to know more than that in this business. Besides, I probably needed an ally with her mother.

The navy suit with the straight collar and the hair pulled up in a bun gave her a crisp efficient look, but a very forbidding countenance as well. too bad, I thought, let the hair down, open up the collar on the buttoned up white starchy blouse and she might be a real person. She was too young to be drying up and stifled.

I stifled a grin as I half closed my eyes and imagined her with her hair down on her shoulders sitting before me in a light blue bra, lacy around the cups with a little push up strategy built in. Mentally, I put on a little bright red lipstick. I had to shake my head out of the momentary reverie.

"Well, thanks for lunch. I've enjoyed it as well. Now just let me tick off my list of things to do today at lunch: Taken care of mummies assignment - yes; explained investment strategy - yep; met and got to know Rebecca, well met yes, but ...... " My serious look slipped.

"Look Rebecca, it is the middle of a fine Friday afternoon, we've eaten too much lunch all very pleasantly, neither of us will do much more work this afternoon ( I'm going to bill it to your mother anyway) there is a park around the corner with birds and squirrels and ........ most importantly and ice cream stand where I am known and loved."

"Now what would be the harm if we had a nice walk in that park and got to know each other a bit better over a hot fudge sundae dessert - which I promise to pay for out of my own money?"

Rebecca looked anxiously for the waiter. She screwed her hand tightly around her chin and mouth, like my Dad used to do back on the farm when he was thinking over how to answer one of my pesky questions. Was that a half smile se was hiding?

 

[ninian]

Blow off work? And do something totally poinltess as walking throught he park eating ice cream?

He was really a very handsome man. A businessman. He probably thought because I was a dull girl I would be an easy lay.

My mother would be livid if she knew .....

"Sounds lovely!" I smiled. And rose from my seat.

"I'll be right out." I said and walked to the bathroom.

I pushed open the door and went into one of the stalls. After taking care of business I walked to the full length mirror against the wall. Sureying my appearance I frowned a bit. I refreshed my makeup. Then stared again. Then I surprised myself. I released my hair and mussed it a bit. The shiny black curls tumbling down my back and over my shoulders like the softest silk. I slipped my glasses into my purse. They were for reading only, but they added teh severe look that served me well in business. My green eyes sparkled at me in the glass. Next I took the jacket off and undid the top two buttons of my blouse. I pulled the shirt from the waist of my skirt and looked in the mirror again. After pushing up the sleeves of the blouse I grabbed my purse and jacket and left quickly before I could change my mind.

 

[Amadeus]

It occurred to me that this was probably above and beyond the call of duty and might be a waste of time. I eyed the pretty blonde sitting alone by the window and stared wistfully beyond her to the park just visible from here. I could have tried that line on her, for example, I mused.

I admit being an inverterate girl watcher. I love everything about girls, the way they look the way they dress, the way they smell. I've just always been that way. Now i was idly looking around the room. My roaming eye fell on a tall, pretty girl with long black hair heading in my direction. She stopped to talk with a waiter near the large potted palm near the center of the room. The sleeves of her white blouse were pushed up, creating a slightly blousy look like a pirate in the movies, she stood with one hand on her hip and a jackey casually stored in the crook of her arm. My fantasy switched easily from the blonde by the window to her. Tallish and slim with nice breasts, though the blouse kept the whole story from being told.

She smiled at the waiter and walked away, still in my general direction. I couldn't break my staring at her, she was very interesting and I was watching her breasts sway slightly from side to side under the blouse. Suddenly, I realised that she was not turning off but was coming toward me, smiling. Ohmigod, I thought, I know her, but what is her name? I was preparing for the embarrassment of not being able to come up with her name.

"Ready?" she asked?

I was dumbfounded, what a transformation, I could see her green eyes now, but the big difference was the hair, black curls hung down on her shoulder, turned under slightly and not severe looking at all. She leaned over the table to pick up one of the papers I had given her and busied herself finding room in her purse, while I stare appreciatively down her blouse at her very nice breasts, round and nicely shaped by a -- I couldn't believe it, but a pale blue bra. A beautiful sight, soft and alluring, set wide with a valley between them that just cried out for a dab of Poeme or another flower scented perfume.

"uh ......... yes! Yes, let's be off, then!" I couldn't hide my shock at the change though. "My god, when you dress down for Friday, it is a whole new world!" I managed to blurt out. "You look ....... well, terrific. Is that unprofessional of me? Or have we now moved into our playing hooky from work part of the afternoon?" I was starting to recover from the shock and feeling really happy to be with a pretty girl instead of a client. Better reign myself in, I thought.

 

[ninian]

When I reached for my purse I had noticed his gaze moving to my breasts, I flushed reaising he could see my bra. My greastest weakness was sexy lingerie. I wore skimpy lil bras and panties in a variety of colors, styles and fabrics. Today I had chosen the pale blue set. The bra was all lace and it held my breasts lovingly in its sheer cups, the matching panties rode high on my hips, a thong that felt delicious when I moved.

"You look ....... well, terrific. Is that unprofessional of me? Or have we now moved into our playing hooky from work part of the afternoon?"

I flushed again. "Either way, thank you. Now lets go play hooky" I said with the enthusiasm of a child. I hadn't done this in ..... why I have never done this.

I flashed him a blinding smile. "I believe you promised me an ice cream!"

And so we left.

I was feeling giddy, and I didn'y know for sure if it was the idea of playing hooky, or being in the company of a good looking man.

We stopped at the ice cream stand and ordered our ice cream. Hot fudge sundaes. We sat down to eat them and this conversation was much more interesting than the stale talk that was at our lunch table.

I licked chocolate from my lips and smiled at him. Green eyes sparklling. "I'm going to need that walk after this!!"

 

[Amadeus]

"You don't have a problem, I'm the one that needs to cut down on the calories!" I smiled at Rebecca, looking really quite beautiful in the dappled sunshine slipping sensuously through the leaves and branches of the tree canopy over our heads. Really quite beautiful. "here, please, ... save me from myself will you?" I held out the cherry from my sundae for her.

I saw the hesitation in her eyes, then her reserve melted a little more and I watched her lips open as she leaned forward. I watched intently the curve of her lips and realised I hadn't noticed lipstick earlier. Nice. Her blouse gapped open and my eyes sprang to her cleavage again. "Mmmmm," I said to myself, the blue bra looked so pail because it's cups were sheer see-through, made luxurious by the clear milky complexion of her breasts.

Again she caught me, though I tried to snatch my eyes away without staring. The fact that she was the young daughter of a client, and that I was officially too old for her anyway, was starting to slip away from the steel trap of my moral mind.

"Normally, my life style would require feeding that to you lip to lip, but ..............." I grinned.

"She laughed,............ almost musically. Maybe ......... well, we'll see."

 

[ninian]

"and my lifestyle would require it delivered on a china plate with the proper fork and a napkin" I said laughing softly.

I took the cherry from my sundae, feeling quite daring I smiled at him.

"It's always good to try new things .... yes?" And I placed the cherry between my lips, my gaze locked to his ....


He leaned forward, His eyes darkening with what I thought might be lust. Not for me surely .... I was to plain for this man ...

My eyes drifted shut as I felt His lips against mine. His teeth gripped the cheery and he pulledit free.

I knew I was blushing as I watched him swallow the cherry. "Well .... How bout that walk now?" I said as I stood up, walking to the trash can and tossing the sundae container in it. I stood waiting for him.

 

[Amadeus]

Well, that was a shock. Pleasant shock.

Rebecca the reticent had delivered a 'Gotcha" and I was momentarily out of my Sean Connery mode and into my Mo and curly mode. But I would fight back.

I had a very good line for what she had done, but, I really let my better judgement rule for once and bit my tongue. Perhaps when we know each other better.

I was starting to not only like Rebecca but to want to protect her from Momma, the dread Momma. Strange turn of events, I mused.

She tugged my hand and we fell into step along the path toward a large fountain with water spouting out of lot's of grecian urns held by vestal virgins about two hundred yards away. The gravel crunched crisply under our feet, and Rebecca smiled up at me in a very charming way.

She looked really pretty, now with a smile and with the long skirt swinging to the lilt of her swing step gait. She could even walk pretty.

"Life has surprises doesn't it, Mr Financial Advisor?" she delivered this line while swerving toward me, looking up into my eyes and bumping pleasantly against my hip and thigh.

"mmmmmmmmm, ... Let's see, what is the current expression? Stuff happens?" My smile was now genuine and it made me feel really happy. Stuff happens, I thought to myself.

 

[ninian]

I saw the teasing twinkle in his eye as he ate my cherry. I thought he might have had something flip to say about that. I'm glad he didn't ... I probably would have flushed so red that he would have been sure to guess that I really did have a "cherry" to pop. It was a bit embarassing to be a 25 year old virgin. Co-workers talked about sex like it was no big deal, of course for those who got it, it probably wasn't.

"Life has surprises doesn't it, Mr Financial Advisor?" I said as I turned and smiled up at him, our hips bumping.

"mmmmmmmmm, ... Let's see, what is the current expression? Stuff happens?" And He smiled, a beautiful smile that reached his eyes.

I frowned slightly. "Not to me .... only the boring stuff happens to me" I shook my head and forced a bright smile.

"But lets not talk about that! This park is so lovely ..... I never really noticed it before"

 

[Amadeus]

In that moment I felt more tenderness for Rebecca than I remember feeling about anyone before. She was nicely vulnerable, having dropped at least for a few minutes that terrible guard she seemed to wear like armour. She was delightful and enthusiastic.

"Great, Let's go explore it, there are lots of paths with specimen plants and birds everywhere. I suppose you are one of those people who know the name of everything and you will show me up!" I cast a sidelong look toward her, loving the fresh new brightness in her step.

Being playful, i took her hand in mine and swung it as we walked down a path toward the fountain. We came to a small circle carved out of the woods at the back of the park. We had gotten acquainted I thought, taking an old fashioned walk.

"Wasn't there a song about that," I wondered.

"Before my time, I'm sure!" she giggled. Giggled, mind you, giggled. God, if I could get even a smile from her mother it would be a surprise, but .......... a giggle. It sounded like a little water fall in the woods.

She had become Becca to me now, I realized. And Becca, sat back now on the other end of the bench and drew her feet up under her skirt, smiling at me. The nice thing was we had become comfortable with each other. She looked commpletely relaxed, leaning there and as I sat down, I realised that she if I sat here it would be impossible to ignore the fact that under her skirt, I could see her panties at this angle. I was certain her display was unintentional but, I am trained to note details, they matched the light blue of her bra I noted, and as any gentleman would do, I averted my eyes for a moment at least. It's all a reflex when you are so trained! I swear it!

Becca opened one more button on that sensuous blouse that had been so forbidding just a couple hours ago. What a difference a walk in the park makes.

 

[ninian]

I leaned my head back, my lids drooping a bit. I was totally relaxed, more so than I had been probably in my whole life. Here I could forget about being Bianca's proper daughter.

Here I could be Becca. I opened my eyes to smile at him and noticed his gaze between my legs. My smiled widened again as I let my lids slip to hlf mast. Teasingly I undid another buton of the blouse.

I didn't know where all this was going to lead ... if anywhere ..... but I was having more fun than I ever had .... and I wanted more .....

Without much thought my thighs parted offering a better glimpse at the flimsy pale blue lace thong ....

 

[Amadeus]

I now had a couple problems, didn't I. Suddenly I genuinely liked this unlikely and once uncooperative client. And, she had become beautiful and had developed a slight sense of humor.

Now since she had a sense of humor, I had to allow for the possibility that she was simply having me on. Leading me down a path to trap me and have a good laugh.

Now I took advantage of being a little bit older than her. (You notice that our ages had come closer in my mind as our acquaintance stretched toward the two hour mark.) Being a little older, meant that I had already been laughed at on so many occasions that it held little fear for me.

Then there was the client/advisor relationship that must be maintained!

In football, we used to say 'take what they give you!' and in the end, I used this bit of sage athletic advice and turned toward her on the bench and enjoyed the view she was showing me. I really, really like girls, I have to tell you. I love the way they look, the way the smell, everything. I mean by that that I think their beauty is a gift of god, enjoying it is one of the seven sacred pleasures of life.

So we sat facing each other on the park bench, enjoying the sun and letting a triple dip hot fudge sundae settle in our stomachs. I no longer pretended I wasn't looking up her skirt, but openly admired the lovely view. Becca, stared back at me, at my eyes, I suppose, but sometimes, I noticed that her eyes slipped lower to my lips, perhaps, perhaps lower.

Her skirt framed the view of lovely lean thighs, towering up from a soft looking roundness of her bottom with a patch of pale blue panties serving as a bright accent over the crease of her pussy that looked not only inviting, but with smooth well defined lines, perfectly inviting.

I knew that if the light were better, I would have been teased and tantalised by dark curls on her mound which would have shown through the thin fabric. But that was all in my imagination.

Like I said, I simply took what she was giving me, not forcing the offence, just drinking her in.

In a while, I said, "Becca, would you like to take a walk, or just sit a little longer?"

 

[ninian]

"Im enjoying sitting here" I smiled at him. "I never get to just sit ... and relax. This park is very relaxing"

I also didnt think I could get up. Knowing he was watching me, seeing more than any man ever had, was making me weak in the knees.

"I have to say, Im not so upset that my mother forced me on you today" Laughing I met his gaze. "You are quite different than the other men my mother trys to set me up with. Im starting to think it really was for business reasons!"

I flushed softly ... looking away ... now I was at a loss for words .... didnt know what to do ....

So I started pointing out the different flowers and telling him what they were ....

 

[Amadeus]

"Suits me too, Becca."

She turned and began discussing the flowers. I could just barely remember what a rose is let alone the stream of flowers and their species that she speeled out. Naming them frequently in their latin term and telling me some of the history of where they originated. It was impressive. But mostly, I just sat and enjoyed watching her talk, enjoying looking at her body.

"As long as we are being so honest, Becca, I can tell you that I had great trepidation that your mother selected me -- and I could not imagine why she did. I still don't. I am sort of the wierdo in our office, not the stern serious guy that stern serious ladies choose to manage their money."

Her eyes flicked back and forth between the flowers and me, checking, I think to see where I was looking. She kept catching me staring at the lovely traingle of her panties and made no move to cover up. She seemed to enjoy my ogling slack mouthed stare.

She squirmed and put one foot down on the ground, but the other stayed up on the bench and her skirt was in her lap, leaving me a lovely view of her panties. My fantasy ridden mind wondered what it would be like to kiss her through those pale blue panties through which a dark triangle of her pussy patch now was just evident through the see through fabric. I imagined the scent of her, closing my eyes for a moment. When I opened them again, she was staring at ME with a very quisical look.

"But, I think it would be a mistake to assume any ulterior motives on your mother's part. I mean really! Anyway, at the moment, I'm simply enjoying this afternoon, enjoying you , your conversation, and ......... yes, enjoying the way you look. You are just a lovely sight here in the park."

"The business side of it will go OK, I can assure you of that, and, a bonus is that I think it is going to turn out to be fun. Maybe we'll find other parks?"

So for the moment, let's enjoy. Thank you, kind lady for this nice relaxing afternoon full of surprises!"

 

[ninian]

"Maybe Mother is loosening up?"

And then I laughed so hard I fell of the bench.

I started to get up, but I just kept laughing. And the grass was soft and springy. So I stayed laying there in the grass.

You should join me" Its quite comfortable!

"An kind Sir ... I must say ... thank you for inviting me on this lovely walk. I have lived here all my life and never noticed it!"

 

[Amadeus]

Becca's laughter rang through the little copse of threes, making the leaves jealous.a

"Join me," she said, lying on the green grass behind the bench, her skirt spread out like a fan around her.

I did join her, lying beside her, leaning on one elbow and smiling at her laughing face. "I don't think mom is likely to change much anytime soon, do you?"

She shook her head in an exagerated way that went with the big smile on her face which betrayed an affection for her mother in spite of her toughness.

I idly began picking blades of grass and dropping them from a height, letting them flutter down on her outspread skirt. Flirting, really. That is surely what it was. My professional thoughts were receding very rapidly.

Becca leaned on her elbow, her fingers toying with the blades of grass. Her blouse gaped open so that her left breast was quite exposed, looking extraordinarily attractive for being inside the sort of cave formed by her blouse, yet completely exposed. The angle of her body let me see the beauty of the way her fullness filled the cup of the bra with it's perfect shape.

Becca looked radiant. I realised that I wanted her, very badly. The longing brought a slight ache.

 

[ninian]

"She's tough .. but shes been beat up by life .. its her protection .. and she just means to protect me from the same fate ..... My dad .... "

My words trailed off as He let the grass sprinkle on my skirt .... I looked up into his eyes and smiled ..... Then I blushed and looked down .... And blushed more ..... My gaze going between his legs .... unconsiously I licked my lips ....

I layed back on the grass and stared at the sky .... A smile curling my lips. I was feeling things I never thought I would feel ..... and I wasnt sure where this was going .... was He really interested ... or was he just trying to sweeten the deal for himself ....

Years of mothers putting men down was hard to get around. But I really thought this man was decent .... and good looking .... and I was getting very excited ....

I figured there was only one way to know ... and my mother had taught me one very important thing in life .... Go for what you want .... with gusto.

I sat up and leaned on my elbow .... My gaze flashing to his as My lips lowered to his ... I had never kissed a man .... and the feel of his lips on mine ... was heaven ....

It was a soft ... slow .... prety innocent kiss .... but when I pulled back and lay back on the grass ... my heart as beating wildly ... and there was a delicious ache between my legs ....

 

[Amadeus]

I wasn't completely shocked, of course, I could sense that we were attracted to each other in spite of the professional relationship. Maybe I shouldn't have invited her to the park. But .............. you can 'maybe' yourself through your whole life if you aren't careful.

I didn't say anything after she had leaned over and her lips had first brushed mine, and then lingered a little tighter.
Becca's lips had been tight together, but her breath on my cheek was nice and the softness of the kiss was delightful.

We lay there silent for a time, both staring at the clouds through the branches of the great trees ringing us. I moved so that I could nuzzle her head slightly with mine, still looking at the blue sky. "lovely, thank you, Becca." I really meant it.

My hand found hers and I held it for a moment, fondling the long slim fingers, thinking what to do. Again throwing caution out the window, I decided that it would certainly be ungallant not to return such a lovely kiss. Besides I really wanted to taste those lips again.

Rolling over on both elbows, I looked down at her. She kept looking demurely at the sky, then slowly turned until her eyes locked on mine. They were lovely eyes, especially up close where I could see the little specs and dots of color in her irises and watch as her long eye lashes blinked as she looked away, almost shyly, then returned her gase like lighthouses into my eyes.

Our second kiss lasted a long time. She was stiff at first; I was tentative. I moved my head a little so that our lips rubbed together, and flicked my tongue to taste her lips.

 

[ninian]

I tensed when I felt the touch of his lips again. Holding myself still, but slowly I felt how great his lips were, and I relaxed. Moaning as his lips rubbed against mine. I gasped when I felt the flick of his tongue.

He took the opportuniy to slid his tongue past my parted lips. Tentativly my own tongue slid out, brushing against his. I slid my hand through his hair, over his neck .... letting it rest on his back, rubbing slightly.

Then I felt his hand on my stomach, I thought he was going to move it but no ... he just held it there ...

He pulled back from the kiss, our heated gazes meeting ..... I was breathing hard .. confused and excited with these new feelings .....

 

[Amadeus]

"Oh, my," My lips had pulled away, the taste of her tongue fresh and festive on mine. Her eyes were green, I hadn’t really noticed that before. "Lovely." I thought to myself, idly; lingering there deep in her eyes. One hand was softly lying on the roundness of her tummy and the other looped in the long black curls of her hair.

I bit my lip, looked away for a moment to my hand resting on the present swell of her tummy, across the delightful swell of her breasts, now heaving a little under my gaze. I turned back to her lovely eyes and realized there was no way back.

"We, if you don’t mind sharing the blame, have just made things a little complicated on our simple little walk in the park, have we not?" She actually looked at me a little impishly, rolling her eyes and pretending complete innocence. "Hmmmmm, going to let me have all of the blame then?" I laughed a little uncomfortable laugh at my discomfort, and then stared off at my hand on her tummy, rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

Now that hand of mine was a serious part of the problem. I know that, you, dear reader know that, but do you think it could be moved in the spirit of what is professionally correct and right? Nooooooo!

Because it felt …….just right there, and I felt Becca’s warmth and softness through those fingertips, even felt the sensuality of the fabric of her skirt slipping luxuriously over the satin of her panties and hose. All working like a huge magnet making it even less likely for me to do the right thing.

Becca’s lips looked like another kiss. Rolling my eyes at her in mocking reprisal for her last gesture to me, I smiled a tight little smile and reached again for her lips, soft and exciting.

Becca put her hand behind my head and pulled my lips tight against hers, crushing us together until our teeth touched just a moment and then our tongues took over. Her free hand moved on top of mine still on the firm, precious hill that was her tummy.

She had learned something about kissing. She pressed her lips to mine, shot her tongue deep into mine along the side of my tongue, feeling the wetness of my mouth, giving me her taste and was moving from side to side in tune with the little moan I felt if not heard from her mouth. Or was that me? I couldn’t be sure.

 

[ninian]

I slid my hand around his neck and pulled his mouth against mine .. hard .... I wanted a real kiss .... I wanted everything now ....

I slid my tongue againse his as we explored eahc others mouths .... hmmmmmmm ... a soft moan deep in my throat ....


I moved my hand that was reasting on his ..... on my stomach .... caressing his fingers ... stroking upwards .... It didnt take him long to figure what I wanted and his hand slid up my stomach ..... slipping through the opening of my shirt ... I felt his hand on my breast .... I arched my back ... feeling my nipples rub against the lace of my bra .... moaning again i felt his fingers squeeze around my breast .....

I broke the kiss .... panting slightly ... my head thrown back .... savouring my first touch from a man ...

"oohh ..... mmmm ..... " I wasnt sure what I wanted .... but I knew I wanted more ..... as my hand slid down is back .....