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Blogs > rm_Roryardri > quandry

A Fictional Encounter  

rm_Roryardri 75M
85 posts
6/28/2009 6:50 pm

Last Read:
8/16/2009 8:01 am
A Fictional Encounter

Cazzie looked into the box. It had been delivered with a single white rose. She looked at the card and smiled. Signed only with an elaborate R, she knew well from whence it came. Obviously, this was what he wished her to wear this evening. She took out the top. As though tailored to her frame it hung upon her body, caressing and forming around her full breasts like a lover. The neckline plunged deeply, so that the broad areolae flashed as she moved. He could not have known, but she knew that he did.
The skirt seemed, at first overlong, but as she draped it ‘round her waist, she realized how it hung low on her hips, sweeping across her lovely ass, and flowing like a deep green waterfall to the ground around her feet. Cazzie loved the way it swayed as she walked and how each stride opened the narrow slit that rose to the soft white skin of her hip. She felt her face flush. The sandals laced high up her shapely thighs and she knew to tie them tight enough. The crystal that hung from the golden chain nestled softly in the rise of her breasts , drawing the gaze and scintillating with the lamp of the room. This should be interesting.
When He arrived, she feigned not to notice. Did she think that would bother him? He greeted others with varying degrees of warmth; some, like liena he embraced and his smile showed his deep pleasure. Perhaps she should have come forward sooner. Cazzie turned.
He stood, watching her, that smug, almost smile that seemed so self-contained, taunted her even as it lured her to become a part of its mystery. Deliberately widening her stride to allow her leg to be seen and to make it clear that beneath the skirt was nothing but Cazzie. She crossed to Him in an arc, enjoying his gaze.
He did her the signal honor of giving her his full attention. Standing before him, she said nothing. He nodded. His hand reached up to draw back the long straight brown hair, then slid slowly down the soft skin of her neck, and lightly caressed the curve of her breast. As his finger brushed the soft fabric over her nipples, Cazzie gasped. She had not noticed the rough patch of fabric that lie over the sensitive haloes of her nipples, but his gaze, and his hands brought her nipples to life and the fabric teased and stirred them like a hot breath.
Moving closer he drew her to him, his strength sudden and provocative. His leg went between hers and his thigh with the strip of leather that ran from his waist to his knee pressed intimately against the already moistening tendrils of her barely covered mons. As she gasped, in surprise, His lips captured hers, and his tongue probed at its leisure. Cazzie was aware that they were in the room with others, yet the demanding intimacy of His embrace made it feel as though they were all alone. The room existed only as an afterthought.. His hand on her hip slid down to caress her ass, drawing the fabric into his fist, and leaving her more open, and allowing the intrusion of his leg to fill her awareness.
Realizing that so far it was all His invitation, Cazzie leaned back allowing his gaze to move to the crystal and to the lovely breasts it adorned. His laugh warmed her. As though alone in a secluded bower, R bent to move the cleavage aside with his tongue, allowing it to slowly trace a path about the pebbled roughness, until his mouth captured the proud nipple at its core.
Cazzie groaned softly as his teeth teased the sensitive morsel of flesh. In her mind it was that other small morsel between her thighs that his lips and tongue possessed. She felt the hardness of His cock pressing against her cunt, and she pressed back as hard as she could wishing to sheath herself upon Him. The He stepped back, His hand caressing her lower back as he drew her to sit at His side and as though they had not all but consummated their passion in the middle of the room, he casually ordered a glass of wine.
“Will you have one?” He asked.

/………………………/////

rm______cazzie 59F
18 posts
7/1/2009 5:11 am

 OMG Rory, You got something about my breasts.....lmao

But very nice story yet again, thank You Rory

*Hugs*
cazzie


rm_Roryardri 75M
111 posts
7/1/2009 8:44 am

 Cazzie> that's lass... she kept talking about your breasts.. I just picked up on it.. actually I have always found your smile and your inner peace to be more sexy... Rory


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