From Daydream to Reality

We had been talking for years. It started out as business, but his voice… oh God his voice. Simple words melted me. His laugh left me intoxicated. The things he said as he flirted made me nearly orgasmic. He didn’t need good looks with that voice. But thankfully, he had the entire package. Quite literally.

We had exchanged pictures, but until that day had never met. He flew into town on a business trip; the start-up to what was a wildly lucrative project for my company. To celebrate, my boss’ suggested that we take him to a formal dinner on the Plaza. After work, thrilled about what the night might bring, I went home to prepare.

I stepped onto the stoop of my apartment in a red satin dress, which hang at my ankles showing just enough of the four inch strapped heels I had procured for just this occasion. The dress was low-cut and backless with an off-centered front slit that rose to the middle of my thigh. As my supervisor pulled to the curb with our sexy vendor in the passenger seat, I took a long stride to the car to expose enough of my stockings to get his full and undivided attention. He stepped out of the car, opened the back door, grinned and said hello, looking incredible in head to toe Armani. I flashed a seductive smile and thanked him. As we drove south to the restaurant, I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly he looked like under his well-pressed black suit.

Sipping cocktails, we discussed work, family and other miscellaneous topics, which neither of us were terribly focused on. The only thing running through my mind was how he might look gripped with ecstasy above me. I prayed for the time to pass.

The conversation progressed prudishly as the waitress gathered our plates. At last, my boss suggested we call it a night. Ecstatic, I walked after my employers to the door while the center of my affection remained behind me to lead me out. After placing his hand on the small of my exposed back, that gorgeous voice leaned closer to whisper, “You look fantastic in that”. “I look better without it,” I teased. His hand slipped from my back around the side of my dress and gripped the curve of my hip. He pulled my body against his and informed me that he would be taking a taxi from the hotel. I warned him not to be late and followed our chauffeur to the car.

Driving home, my mind was racing. The possibilities, the pleasure, the positions. How I had fantasized about that day. As I got out of the car, I turned and placed my hand over my wrist where my watch would be. He winked and they drove off. After taillights disappeared in the distance, I glanced back at the fountain gushing from the lake my residence was named after. The moon cast millions of dancing sparks on the water. I smiled and ran as best as my shoes would allow to the top floor of my building. Within minutes, he was at my doorstep.

I greeted him in another low-cut and backless gown. This one was black with two thin cords zigzagging up each side to hold the front and back pieces all but two inches together. Still wearing his suit, he smiled again, but said nothing. I stepped in towards him as he reached one hand to my face and pulled me closer. As we touched I realized how he must have been anticipating our encounter as much as I had. Then came the moment I had been waiting for since I first heard his voice. He stared at me almost searching for the answer to some great mystery hidden within the deepest recesses of my soul. I closed my eyes to keep my secrets intact and our lips touched.

We kissed slowly at first, savoring every taste of each other. As the passion escalated, so did our intensity; mouths closed, then opened then intertwined. My hands slid between his shirt and jacket up to his shoulders and back down his arms, removing the first of many layers between us. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the sexy chest beneath. I took his hand and turned to lead him to my bedroom. As similar as our intentions were, he hesitated, pulled me back to him, bent down and lifted me off my feet. Cradling me, he resumed our kiss and walked into the one part of my home I truly needed him in.

He gently lay me atop my crimson, satin draped bed, removed his shoes and socks and, leaning on his arm, relaxed beside me. Kissing me again, with more passion than I had thought possible, his hand roamed from my neck, to my chest and finally to my breast. He cupped me tenderly then added pressure as our need for each other deepened. Each time his hand rose, he squeezed my nipple between his ring and middle fingers giving me a jolt of bliss. His kiss trailed from my lips to my neck and I reached down to unbutton his pants. Before I could finish removing the last article of clothing that stood in my way, he slid his hand down my leg, beneath my negligee and up my inner thigh. He paused where my thighs met and slid his finger between my folds applying pressure perfectly. Instinctively, my back arched and I broke the silence with a moan of exhilaration. I could hardly breath while he explored me, focusing so intensely on the pleasure that even involuntary motions had to be remembered. After several minutes of his touch and his kiss, it took a moment to regain clear thought when he stopped. I looked up at him kneeling above me. He grasped my gown and lifted it toward my head. I ascended to allow its passage beneath me. When at last it had been removed, I looked up at him again. Smiling, he brought his hands to my knees, separated them and positioned himself atop me.

We kissed, and again he moved from my mouth to my neck. He then continued to my right breast, placed his hand on the other; kissing, nibbling, kneading, sending me back into euphoria. He proceeded to my stomach and down to my thigh. He moved so slowly that the anticipation alone sent sparks up my spine. He was teasing me. Kissing each thigh to the knee and back up again. Moving above his target, past it and down the other thigh. I gripped the sheets, nearly bursting with longing.

Recognizing my eagerness, he commenced. His tongue moved vertically, then in circles, then vertically again. His actions thereafter are beyond anything that I had ever experienced, or can explain. My memories only contain the pleasure. So powerful, it was if I drifted above my body, my soul writhing in ecstasy, on fire with the heat he created. My heart raced. My breaths were swift but deep. Every exhale produced sighs of excitement. The flames intensified. Every muscle in my body quivered. I could feel the explosion building inside me like lava racing to the surface of a volcano. And then… eruption, powerful and long lasting. The next moments were a complete exhilarated blur.

Once I regained lucidity, he was on his knees above me. Smiling from a job well done. I returned his gaze and raised myself to his level. I kissed him deeply, and then focused my attention to his neck. Until this point in the evening, I had not been afforded the opportunity to make him need me as much as I needed him. Nor was I keen on being out-performed. I skimmed his chest with my hands then all but devoured it. Working my way to his groin, I slipped his unbuttoned trousers down to his knees. Usually, pretty is not the word I would use to describe the male genitalia. Handsome is also almost never a suitable adjective. In this case, however, I cannot imagine two more appropriate descriptors. Perfectly colored and formed, lacking in neither length nor girth, it hung before me. Rock hard and throbbing, it was almost intimidating but I have never bowed down to a challenge.

My hands assumed their positions, one beneath his testicles, the other on his shaft. I toyed with him at first, letting my fingertips slide in random motions around his shaft, then to draw circles around his head. As I lightly squeezed and tousled his balls, I caressed the sensitive area south of them. Then, as he swayed on his knees struggling to maintain balance, I flicked the underside of his head with my tongue. Losing it, he grabbed the footboard behind him. Assuming he would enjoy the experience more if he weren’t in fear of toppling over, I grabbed his hips and shifted his weight to turn him. Following my direction, he took my place on the bed. Enlisting the assistance of the hair clamp on my bedside table, I twisted my long, blonde tresses up and out of the way.

Descending above him, my hands resumed their previous positions. Teasing him for merely seconds, I took him completely into my mouth. Up and down, all the while creating suction and relaxing, swirling my tongue around him in my mouth. Then I released him and licked down his long smooth shaft to the base and to his testicles. Still working his penis with my left hand, I kneaded his balls with the other while I licked, kissed and sucked on them. My finger stroked his perineum just before my tongue took over. From the sounds emanating via that unbelievably arousing voice, he was enjoying me as much as I had enjoyed him.

I raised my head and returned to his, circling it with my tongue then taking him into my mouth again. Progressively gaining speed, I lifted and settled on top of him. Twisting as it went, my hand moved opposite my head. I went faster, sucked harder and squeezed tighter. His breath was erratic, his words unintelligible. As his pleasure increased, so did my pace. I could tell he was getting close. I stopped, lifting my hand slowly up his penis. He attempted to focus on me, not understanding my favorite trick to intensify his orgasm. I began again, more vigorously than before. Within seconds he was near explosion again. Gripping tightly and straining my cheeks with suction, I finished him. His climax sent his muscle-bound arms ripping at my sheets. I released him and swallowed his pride.

I gave him a moment to collect himself. Unlike most men I’ve experienced, he was not flaccid instantly and returned to his petrified state with minimal coaxing. I climbed on top of him like a cat stalking her prey when he grabbed my hips and tossed me beside him. Flipping from his back to his stomach, he pulled me beneath him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he lowered himself to me. He taunted me with promises of penetration as he slid his penis over my clit. Then, without warning, he entered me. We both moaned and gasped for breath simultaneously. He pulled back and thrust forward. He varied his depths each time, shallow, shallow, shallow, deep. He repeated. With every thrust, I gripped him with my muscles as he exited, begging him to remain deep inside me. Never before had I reached this level of eroticism. With a forceful charge he elevated and raised my pelvis off the bed. Moving my legs in front of him and pushing them forward, he drove deep into me. Stroke after stroke he plunged, completely filling me.

Completely enraptured for the second time, our eyes fixed upon each other. He shifted his arms above my legs, clutched my back and pulled me on top of him as he sat on the bed. Perched atop him, I leaned back on the bed and grinded into him. Holding me by the waist, he leaned forward to suck on my breasts. His hands rose up my back and onto my shoulders as he pulled himself into me. I tilted back toward him and we embraced. Dripping with ecstasy, we kissed each other. Again, I felt the onset of an eruption of pleasure, this one more powerful than the first. He sensed my oncoming orgasm as I sensed his and we held each other tightly. I fell back and braced myself as he tumbled toward climax. Thinking he might come before me, he reached down and massaged my clit. An instant later, we both exploded, though we continued in order to lengthen our experience.

As we wound down, he pulled me close to him. He stared at me with such passion that I nearly wept. He lowered me gently back onto my satin sheets, his hand supporting my head. He lay behind me and stroked the hair out of my face. I felt if I were a part of him, an extension of him. The two of us, in tandem but as one, laying there in post-coital bliss. We chatted again about work and family, though this time we were interested.