Glancing up at the time, I saw it was time to start getting ready. He would be here in a relatively short time. So, smoothing down the corner of the page into a crease I closed the book, and sighing, slowly placed it on the low coffee table.
I walked in gentle footsteps to the bathroom, keeping a firm arch and smooth line. Turning on the shower, I tested the temperature and adjusted it hotter. As steam clouded up the room, I slid my soft red silk dressing gown off my pale shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a fluid motion. Easing myself into the shower I closed my eyes and sighed; the water cascading over my curves felt very good indeed. I shampooed my hair, feeling the lather slide from my long hair down my spine, and across my buttocks, and then trickle down the drain leaving no trace of its existence.
Smoothing a cool firm bar of soap across my breasts I felt a tingle strike through my body lingering in my pelvic area. Sighing with regret that I didn’t have longer in the shower I hurried the rest of my shower, ignoring the incessant tingling urge that had started to consume me.
Stepping out the shower, leaving size 7 wet footprints on the floor wherever I walked, I wrapped myself in towels and sat in front of the mirror. Smoothing the base over my skin, I crossed my legs and ignored the feeling that I knew I should release. Making up my almond shape eyes, I glanced approvingly at my make up, and finished off with a kiss’s worth of lipstick across my pout.
The buzzer rang suddenly, and I picked up the security phone and pressed the button to let my visitor in. Leaving the front door ajar I rushed into the bedroom, and pinned up my hair, leaving a few loose ringlets to soften my features. I slipped on an off the shoulder dark top and a skirt that moulded to my curves and swayed when I moved. Bending over to reach my book from the coffee table I heard someone whistle in appreciation to the view they was getting. Quickly turning around ready for that cheeky grin of his, I was surprised to see my neighbour instead. “Sorry I didn’t pre-warn you it was me, you buzzed me straight up. I’ve misplaced my outdoor key, I take it your expecting someone”
My neighbour's flawlessly made up big green eyes looked me up and down, taking in all the evening’s preparations, and my subtle glance at the clock, followed by a frown.
“He late?” my neighbour Amber asked.
“A little but I’m sure…” the phone rang and clicked into the answer machine before I could reach it “Hi sorry I’m not in right now. But if you leave your name and contact after the tone and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible”
The toned beeped loudly and a soft voice came in after a pause “Hi Honey, sorry I can’t make it tonight, I know it’s late for me to call it off but I’ve been called somewhere else, I’m sorry …” And with that he hung up. I swore silently forgetting my present company and turned to Amber who was paying me more than a passing look, rather one of total appreciation. I began to speak but Amber cut in.
“I have an idea. You've been freed up for this evening. Why don’t you join me for a drink? We could order some food and make a night of it.”
I considered it and nodded my head with only mild enthusiasm.
Working my way up the stairs I couldn’t help notice what a fantastic figure Amber had, her gentle but toned curves, and her skin showing of her Italian heritage, complemented by the soft camel coloured cashmere jumper and chocolate skirt that stopped mid thigh with long suede boots that showed her everlasting legs…
“You ok?” Amber asked, having caught me mid stare. My face quickly flushing, I nodded and walked into Amber’s Flat.
I couldn’t help but gasp when I saw erotic paintings and sculptures everywhere, ranging from mildly suggestive to almost explicit. Eyes hooded with desire stared back at me in various states of undress. I turned to look at the other wall and my eyes widened even further for there was a painting of Amber naked, save for what appeared to be fur stole over her left shoulder covering her nipple and tailing off towards her navel.
“I know what you're thinking” Amber’s husky voice whispered, sending a shiver down my spine “And no it’s not real fur”
She laughed low and husky in a naughtily way.
I turned to her and she smiled slowly, not trying to hide the fact that she was looking me up and down, a tiger and a prey game.
“Would you like a drink?” I nodded my head, still a little speechless from seeing so much eroticism, and somehow I managed to say “Please”.
She sashayed off and came back with a bottle of red wine, she went over to a glass cabinet and pulled out two generous sized red wine glasses, filling it halfway we swirled and appreciated before we began drinking it.
The conversation got slowly more erotic, talking about sexual experiences, why they were so erotic and memorable. When Amber asked “Have you ever tried sex with a women?” after a moments consideration I replied “A women and another woman cannot have sex, there is no actual sex, so how can they feel fulfilled?”
“It’s simply an erotic experience” she replied. “I’ve been with two different women and they have pleasured me as I have pleasured them”
I shivered at the thought of her pleasing me and she caught my shiver and smiled.
“Would you ever consider sex with another woman?” I thought about it and, imagining a woman not too unlike Amber, said I would.
She leant back and picked up the remote control to the stereo and a few button presses later we was swathed in gentle classic easy music.
She stroked the dip in my neck as she spoke about her experiences with a woman, describing things that before a few glasses of wine would have made me blush, but after the tongue loosening effect of the wine I found myself asking questions and listening with interest.
“There is nothing more gentle or erotic than a woman’s touch- ask any man!” she explained “It’s so sensual…sexual, the experience of running your tongue along a woman’s every curve, that alone is pleasurable, let alone when they return the favour!”
I considered these points, ignoring the tingles from her touch as best I could and replied “Are you truly satisfied afterwards, and how did the opportunity occur. Surely it's not as simple as going out with friends and getting some male company for the evening”
Amber mulled my opinion over, shook her freshly un-pinned hair free.
“Opportunities are everywhere …” And with that she dipped her mouth to where she had been stroking the dip in my neck and ran a line of the softest kisses you could imagine, so soft they could melt in the mouth.
She raised her eyes to mine inquisitively as to whether she should carry on, I must have hesitated too long for she creased the smooth skin between her eyebrows and closes her eyes and swallowed the last of her wine.
Not wanting this moment to pass, I leant forward in a move bold to me and ran my tongue up the inside of her elbow on the arm she was using to lean on. I looked up to her; she looked down to me. Her head tilted down. Mine arched with a mind of its own to meet her inviting kiss. I’ve never felt such soft lips, pressing against mine for an everlasting moment, then parting and feeling her tongue explore my mouth as I massaged it with my own.
Feeling her arm snake around my shoulder and her fingertips on the nape of my neck, I sought out her body, smoothing along her waist with my flat palms, pulling the bottom of her top out the way to feel the texture of her skin against my hand. Her mouth opened wider, permitting me to explore her sensual mouth. I teased her cupid’s bow, and playfully bit her bottom lip drawing frustration and a mild smile from her, then, slowly, bit by bit I pushed my tongue into her mouth, taking in every convex and concave as I explore, pulling her body to mine from her waist.
Allowing my hand to wander after the heady rush of eroticism I reached for her left breast, feeling the smooth curve topped with a cherry-pink nipple, that called me to draw my thumb and index finger into my mouth, and place it around the sensitive tip and harden it with slow and steady rolling movements. Hearing her slow low moans through our kiss, I reached for her other breasts blindly, feeling my way up her warm curves and teased her nipple with the same languorous motion, she covered my hand with hers and held it, drawing me to the bedroom.
I followed her eagerly up the curling staircase and she lay me gently on the centre on the bed, displaying me for her own pleasurable view. She walked around lighting candles as she went. This flattered me greatly, as she made me become her firefly she wished to hold this evening. She walked out the room wordlessly. I heard her footsteps on the staircase. Waiting silently listening to the new track she had placed on, I closed my eyes and allowed my self to sink into the fresh soft pillows.
Hearing light footfalls I kept my eyes shut in hope for a surprise. She walked around the bed and tilted my head to one side, exposing the pale skin on my neck, half expecting-hoping for a trail of kisses I was shocked when I felt something very cold and wet trail my collarbone. Opening my eyes with a start I saw her half grinning at my reaction as she put the ice cube into her mouth and sucked gently before kissing me softly.
She reached to slide off my top, motioning for me to arch up and help her actions. My top was soon lying on the floor in a crumpled heap soon followed by my bra that she had deftly unclasped single-handily. I reached to her and helped her out of her top and her own bra. She lay down beside me while the CD player clicked onto another slower, more seductive compilation. The candles flickered on as we admired each other in our half dressed state, taking in the curve of our breasts, freshly kissed collarbone, narrow waists, and the beginning of the flare of our hips.
We lay side by side, her leg between my thighs, sending tremors of passion through my hazy body. She pulled her leg out and stood up, and helped me up. We lost our skirts quickly and stood before each other in contrasting underwear; her in pale stockings with lace tops, and a matching cream thong, accentuating her warm skin tone; me in a chocolate silk g-string accentuating my pale creamy skin.
I knelt to roll down her stockings gently, lifting up her foot to ease them off one by one, kissing the top of her big toe before setting them down. Arching my body a little higher I hooked my thumbs on the outside of her remaining underwear easing them over the flare of her curves, over her hip bones, past her soft virtually hairless area at the top of her thighs, knees, her slender ankles and her ten full little toes. Throwing her discarded garments behind my shoulder, where it landed lightly on the corner of a high-backed chair. I encouraged her backwards into a sitting position on the bed; parting her thighs gently I leaned in towards her…
She stopped me, stood up and helped me up too; standing behind me she eased off my g-string as I savoured the feel over her breasts pushing against my body. She lay me back on to the bed centring me again, only this time I didn't lay flat. My knees were bent, my legs splayed and inviting. She moved low along the bed, her head below my knees. Gently she kissed up my thighs, going back every so often to re-trace the trail with her tongue. She reached the innermost of my thighs, and stroked my virtually hairless, warm, and increasingly getting wetter flushed rose. Dipping her head down suddenly, she explored me firmly with along strong stroke of her tongue. She followed with her fingers slipping two effortlessly into me as I moaned loudly and arched my back in response to all she wasdoing to me.
Drawing her fingers out to their fingertips she slid them back in me a little faster, and then pushed her tongue against my clit in circles, driving my wilder with every movement of her tongue. I felt my body rushing towards my building climax, my body arching more violently - when she stopped. She pulled back her head licking all traces of me off her lips and fingertips. I moaned in frustration and she looked at me and dipped her head down, blowing cool air across my wetness. She ran her tongue around my clit in one quick circle and my body responsed to her tell her exactly how close I was.
I opened my eyes and looked in between my legs to guage her reaction. She was frustrated. I then stood up from the bed a little shakily. I lay her where I had just been, knees bent, thighs splayed. I ran my fingertips up her thighs racing against themselves to reach her warmth first, then experimentally slid one finger in her, eyes on her responses
Feeling her wetness surround my finger, I slid it out back in again, and, watching my finger shimmer with traces of her, added a second finger. Her moans got louder. I ran my tongue up her toned curved thigh and sucked her clit into my mouth. Teasing it with my tongue and gently brushing my teeth against it, I heard her get more and more vocal. Remembering how she teased me, I sat back and she moans identically to the way I had. I blew a trail of cool air over her wetness, and she looked at me mildly amused as I raised one eyebrow cheekily. She beckoned me closer, and I hesitated to lick once more, to taste her, and inhale her musky scent. Keeping my tongue curled out of my mouth I leaned in to kiss her and show her exactly how good she tastes.
She rolled us over so she was straddling me. She turned around and leaned in between my thighs, sliding her body flat so my head was between hers. We began licking and kissing each other simultaneously, experimenting with finger and tongue motions, our moans harmonious as our bodies arched towards each other. She came first, and her moans and body curling against mine brought me to join her in orgasm.
Our bodies stayed contorted until we relaxed, our breathing heavy and husky. She rolled off me and curled up against me, her skin smooth, warm and flushed. She kissed me on the forehead and thanked me. We took each other into our arms, and closed our eyes, floating satisfied to sleep.
The morning woke us both with healthy rays of sunshine pouring in to the room, showing the discarded clothes and burned down candles. She smiled at me still wrapped in my arms and asked “No regrets?”
I smiled, kissed the tip of her nose and answered “No regrets at all”.
We got up and dressed, giggling as we picked up each other’s underwear and swapped them to their rightful owners. Sharing black coffee and toast I grabbed the keys and headed out Amber’s apartment planting a slow kiss on her lips before I left. Smiling we went to the door and said our farewells. I grinned to as I walked down the stairs and slid the key into my door. I entered my apartment and flopped on the sofa, closing my eyes to relive each erotic moment. Who says neighbours aren’t close anymore?