It didn't help matters any that he was a virgin. His desire was magnified by carnal curiosity. His mind slid down the slippery slope: as he brushed his fingers across the zipper at the back of her dress, he imagined undressing her completely. What kind of underwear did she have on? He thought it wouldn't be standard utility stuff. A matching bra and panty set, maybe, or some kind of teddy...
"You look far away." The woman of whom he was dreaming interrupted his thoughts.
"Oh!" He shook his head and gave a light laugh. "I guess I'm kind of ready to call it a night." This was not the case. He could have danced with her until the place closed down, but he couldn't think of what else to say. "Would you sleep with me tonight?" That hardly seemed appropriate. That kind of stuff only worked in the movies.
Louisa looked a little disappointed. She, too, was greatly enjoying the evening. Oh, well, maybe there would be another time. She agreed and said after all it was a big day tomorrow. Thankfully he didn't press the point. The following day was in fact an empty Saturday, no work, no nothing.
The two drove home in amiable companionship, reliving little moments of the evening. "We'll definitely have to do this again."
"I couldn't agree more. Thank you, Richard, this was really wonderful."
"My pleasure." He took his eyes off the road for a moment to glance at his companion. Delight suffused her face, and he thought he had never seen her looking more lovely. The fact that he had brought her happiness caused a warm feeling to swell in his chest.
They were home. As they walked toward the door, Richard mulled over three or four sentences, trying to come up with the best way to express what he wanted to say. He didn't want to sound like he was handing her a line. "You know," he said carefully, "I really enjoy your company."
"Thanks, I enjoy yours, too." Her tone was easy. "You want some coffee or something? A little nightcap?"
"Nothing for me, thanks." He did love talking with her, spending time with her, but what he really wanted to do right now was grab her and kiss her. This would obviously be a mistake. It was better to get out of there before he did something stupid.
As he stood there feeling awkward, Louisa put her arms around him in a friendly hug. "I'll just say good night then. Thanks again for a wonderful evening."
With some hesitation he returned her embrace. Her long chestnut hair was soft beneath his hands. He brushed the crown of her head with his lips, breathed in her perfume and the scent of her body, and was lost.
Their arms tightened around one another. Each felt the other's heart rate increase. They held still, close together, for a long moment. Richard felt himself growing.
She lifted her face from his chest and looked into his eyes. "We shouldn't," she whispered.
"I know."
"This isn't why I invited you to live here. I wasn't thinking that."
"I know." And he kissed her anyway, sliding his tongue into her mouth while his hands caressed the small of her back.
Louisa moaned against his lips and rubbed against him like an affectionate cat. He pulled away and reached for his car keys.
"Where are you going?"
"To the drugstore."
"Oh," she said with a gentle laugh. "I don't think — how many girls have you slept with?"
A look of embarrassment crossed his face. "Well, none."
"I can't get pregnant. I had surgery," she added at his confused look. She stepped back into his arms and started to unbutton his shirt.
She was not motherly anymore. He saw her as a woman — a very attractive, desirable woman, who had been a trusted friend for many years. Suddenly everything felt warm and right.
The zipper of her dress had been teasing him all night. It hissed as he pulled it down. By now Louisa had his shirt open. With the pads of her fingertips she circled his nipples, causing him to draw a sharp breath. Her back arched as he began to explore beneath her clothing. Passion etched their faces.
She had to stand on tiptoe to reach his ear. "Let's go to bed," she whispered, and nipped at his earlobe. Then she rolled her tongue along the spiral of his ear.
Wordlessly he agreed. She took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. The sight of her dress, gapping open in the back, drew him on. As she walked he caught glimpses of her dark blue bra strap. He was acutely aware of the succession of soft sounds: their footsteps on the carpet, the fluttering of their loose clothing.
Louisa turned on a small bedside lamp. Her back was to him. With just a slight push of his hands, her dress fell away and puddled at her feet. He admired the sapphire blue ensemble underneath. The lace of her bra invited his fingers. He traced the intimate curves and saw her nipples start to perk up.
"You're so beautiful." His voice was husky.
"So are you. But you're wearing too many clothes." She reached for his belt and he helped her unbuckle it. As soon as his pants were off she laid a hand to his stiffness. Even through his underwear, her caress shot sparks along his nervous system.
He moaned as she began to stroke him. "Oh, god. Oh, Louisa."
He was so out of his mind with desire that he could barely steady his fingers to loosen the clasp of her bra. The skinny straps slid down her arms as he pulled the garment away, and her breasts fell free. "Christ," he swore, and gently pushed her down on the bed.
The newness of Richard's experience communicated a heightened energy to her own pleasure. Louisa reveled in his caresses. He ran his fingers over her breasts, lifting them and enjoying them. Her breasts seemed made for his hands, so perfectly did they fit. He took one nipple into his mouth, provoking a sharp gasp from his lover. She held onto his powerful biceps as he began to suck the tender point of flesh.
"Harder. Harder," she encouraged him. He did as she asked. The sensations ripped through her body and darted a message directly to her clitoris. Above the waistband of his underwear the head of his cock pushed between her legs, straining towards home. The wet spot in her panties grew larger.
"I can't stand it," she gasped, and tugged at his briefs. She lifted them away from his cock and for the first time, he felt a woman's hand moving up and down his naked length. A dribble of pre-cum leaked out. He watched, almost in shock, as her feminine hand gripped his cock. She seemed to know what she as doing.
He wanted her to be naked as well. Her panties, pretty as they were, had to go. They slid off rather easily. The lace scraping over her ass and thighs, down her calves and past her feet, teased her with erotic sensation. The feel of his hands running over her body inflamed her desire. She rolled on her backside and landed beneath him, her ankles placed a bit wider than his hips.
Panting, resting back on her elbows, she regarded him. His face was flushed with desire and his naked torso was muscular. God, he was gorgeous!
Richard studied Louisa just as intently. His eyes drank in the first fully nude woman he had ever been with. Her pink nipples stood at attention and her legs were open. There was a faint scar on her belly. A thatch of chestnut hair covered her groin. A few thoughts flitted across his mind — had she ever shaved it — would she — if so, would she let him shave her? The mental image made him shudder.
"I want to taste you first," he said quietly.
"Oh!" She fell back on the pillow. "Yes. Yes..."
Gently he pushed her thighs apart. With one hand he stroked the hair upward and with the other he fingered the contours of her sex. He probed the pink folds more deeply. How wet she was! His mind was everywhere and nowhere all at the same time, buzzing with new information, taking in the sight, the feel, the smell of her.
He looked up to see how she was taking it, and his breath caught in his throat. The look in her eyes let him know exactly what he was doing to her. He had never seen a woman so aroused. And he was the object of her desire.
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