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| A Romantic Evening
by stfugr at 9/6/2009 6:32:19 AM
You have been dating him for quite a while, and now you have decided to take things a step further. You have been excited all day about the possibilities of this evening.
You pull into the drive as the lightning lights up the night sky and a clap of thunder roars throughout the neighborhood setting car alarms off in the area. The rain is pouring down so hard that the splashes of the raindrops look like little chicks dancing around on the ground. You take a deep breath as you gather your things to make a hasty dash from the car to the house.
You make it to the porch and ring the doorbell, but no one seems to be home. You knock on the door in disbelief. After all, you had arranged the time and place. You did everything right. He has to be here. You stand there in almost agitated anticipation dripping wet from the deluge of rain that soaked you during the fifteen-foot sprint from the driveway to the porch.
Suddenly the door opens and there he is. You can hardly contain your excitement as you enter. He takes you into his arms and passionately kisses you. "I’m so glad you made it." He tells you, as he leads you into the kitchen. As you follow with your hand in his, you notice that the house is lit only by candles in every room. You begin to hear the faint bass thumps of a jazz rhythm coming from another room, you are not sure where, but maybe up stairs.
As he hands you a drink, you catch the look in his piercing Hazel eyes as the candlelight betrays his gaze at you. You can see the look in his eyes, that unmistakable look of desire and passion as he stares through your eyes deep into your soul.
He takes you by the hand and leads you through the house taking you up the stairs. Your heart begins to pound in nervous excitement as part of you takes issue with the fact he is seemingly taking you straight to bed, while still another part of you wants to jump him on the stairs in the hall.
He leads you down a long narrow hall to the room at the end. He opens the door and leads you inside. The room is a modest but nice master suite. The room is a soft antique yellow glow in the candlelight. You notice the candle sconsions hanging in the room and the bright flames dancing upon them as if they can feel the gentle rhythms of the jazz music that softly fills the air.
He leads you around the corner to a jetted bath that has been prepared for your arrival. You can smell the fragrant scent as he takes your bag and places it on the table nearby and turns to you. He kisses you passionately once more and begins removing your clothing. Now you seem to understand his haste in bringing you up stairs so quickly. As he removes all but one remaining piece of clothing from your body, he kneels before you and gently kisses your stomach and hips. He places his fingers inside the waistband and gently slides it down your slender body as he looks into your eyes.
He takes you by the hand and urges you into the tub as he turns on the jets. You find that he has placed your favorite conditioner and shampoo in the edge of the tub. There is also a selection of scented soaps from Victoria’s Secret. He excuses himself to refill your drink as he allows you to sit in the tub and wonder at the possibilities that the night still holds.
He returns a short while later and hands you a drink and places himself at the rear outside of the tub. As you lean forward he begins to apply sugar scrub to your back. His gentle circular motions make you feel so relaxed you are like putty in his hands. He rinses away the scrub and gently wets your head. He pulls your hair over your shoulder out of your face and gently pats your eyes dry with a cloth. He applies shampoo to his hands and gently begins to lather your hair. His gentle massaging fingers are punctuated slightly by his fingernails on your scalp, not too hard but just comfortable enough to relax you but also drive you wild. The strength in his hands can be felt through his gentile motions. He rinses away the soap and applies the conditioner in the same fashion.
After he rinses your hair, he moves to the opposite end of the tub allowing you to lay back and relax. His hands enter the water and massage your feet. He moves to your toes and then back to your feet, then your calves and ever so slowly but eventually to your thighs. You take in the sounds of the music, the smell of the air, and the feel of his hands as you fight to maintain a conscious thought.......
TO be continued:
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