At the door she demanded an extra-long hug and gave him several minutes of sweet kisses. As she turned to her door, she stopped and looked at him. “Joe, I’m thinking I might really like you. You?”
“Oh, I like me too,” he chuckled until she smacked him playfully on the arm. “Seriously, yeah, I like spending time with you. Let’s see where this leads.”
“I know it’s only been a short time, but would I be out of line to suggest we consider ourselves exclusive at this point?”
“No. I agree. I’ll have to tell the other thirty-three they’ll have to do without me,” he added with a smirk. That earned him another smack on the arm. He laughingly pulled her back into his arms, gave her another hug and a kiss before whispering in her ear, “I’m honored, really, that you want us to be together more. I look forward to it. G’Nite, Trish. Sleep tight.”
On the next time they got together for drinks and dinner, there was an air of anticipation between them. She had a wonderful meal for him and they both worked on clean up; he washed while she dried and put the dishes away. She then dragged him to the couch, lit a few candles and turned off the lights. Soft jazz played in the background and the romantic atmosphere was heightened when she straddled his lap and leaned forward to him.
“I want to taste those great kisses of yours. You?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Good.”
Some twenty minutes later she broke away and looked at him in the eyes. “I want to tell you something. I’m actually a pretty conservative gal. I don’t sleep around and I usually like to wait longer before I invite a guy to my bed. You, however, are proving to be a wonderful exception.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Joe,” she paused as if emphasizing things, “I, uh, oh shit, I’ll just ask. Would you please come to bed with me?”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve never been more positive in my life. It’s just a bit sooner than usual but my feelings for you are very positive.”
“Then I accept,” he said with a smile. She stood up, gently took his hand and led him to the bedroom. She excused herself to go to the bathroom while he stood quietly admiring the artwork on the walls. When she returned wearing a see-through floor-length gown, Joe knew this was the makings of a wonderful night. She approached him, slowly unbuttoned his shirt, slipped his shoes, pants and boxers off him before kneeling in front of him and taking his engorged cock lovingly into her mouth.
Trish was quite skilled giving head and in no time he was ready to blow his load. He tapped her on the head and she nodded yes, allowing him to come into her mouth. Once he recovered, he pulled her up and went to kiss her.
“You sure you want to?”
“Why not? It’s not poison, is it? I have no problem kissing you. Will you have a problem kissing me after I go downtown on you?”
“No! Definitely not,” she laughed.
“Good,” he said as he picked her up, squealing and laughing, before dropping her on the bed. Once he teased the gown open, he slowly traveled over her entire body, savoring every inch with tiny licks and kisses. She responded vigorously when he sucked on her nipples, but the loudest response was for his slow, sensual licks from her taint to her clit. He noted a slightly odd taste that seemed to fade as she continued to get even more excited. As he got her more and more excited, she pulled his head to her, forcing him to increase the pressure of his tonguing. He barely heard her moans for the legs clamped around his head, squeezing his ears. Her release was loud and lusty, followed by a giggling sigh.
“Wow. Somebody knows how to please a woman!”
“You think?”
“I know. Give me a few seconds and then I want you in me. Uh, I’m clean. You?”
“Yes. I’ve got condoms…”
“Not needed,” she interrupted, “I put in my diaphragm.”
“Oh. So that was the odd taste.”
“Yeah, the jelly. Not too bad, though, is it?”
“No! I was having too much fun to even think about it much. Now, were we talking about me being in you?”
“Yes. Come on, Joe. I want your friend there.”
After the evening was over and he lay there with her slumbering body wrapped in his, Joe’s mind kept reliving the evening with tiny little flashbacks: her grasping his flanks so hard he was sure he’d be bruised, her riding him cowgirl and leaning over letting her ample breasts trail little circles over his chest and her back arching as he rode her doggy style while she fingered herself.
Trish was obviously intelligent, working as a provider in the clinic. She was not one to hop into the sack at the drop of a hat and had even requested an exclusive relationship. Although not a stunning number ten, her beauty was a wholesome, inner beauty amplified by her great personality; funny, reasonably reserved in public yet a wildcat in the bedroom and giving of herself. Yes, he could see she might be the real deal.
After a quick breakfast of coffee and bagels, she dragged him back to her bedroom for another round of fun and exploration. When he left that afternoon, Joe was as happy as he ever had been with a woman.
—–
Over the next few weeks of growing closer, they spent nearly every day together. On evenings when she was exhausted from work, he would hold her in his arms, give her gentle back rubs until she drifted off to sleep before carrying her to bed and tucking her in. They enjoyed the outdoors and once skied cross country on some groomed trails before soaking nude in the resort’s hot tub. Some evenings were spent with both sitting together just reading or doing ‘paperwork’ on their computers.
On one Saturday evening she gave him a blank piece of paper while holding one for herself. “Honey, write down the one thing you would like to see us do, sexually, that is. I’ll do the same.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, anything, as long as there’s no pain, well, not too much, anyway,” she giggled.
He nervously wrote down ‘watch you masturbate’ and when she asked to switch papers, he let it go with clammy palms. Looking down at her note he was amazed to read, ‘dominate me, own me, make me yours.’
They looked at each other nervously before she stood up and dragged him to the bedroom. Once there she smiled and said, “Sit down over there and I’m going to enjoy myself. Then you’ll need to punish me for being such a naughty, naughty girl.”
—–
The end of January found them stranded at his place due to a record-breaking snow storm. The power was out for two days and the snow plows didn’t make it to his place until the morning of the third day. She had called in to the clinic explaining her absence but was told the clinic was closed anyway due to the storm. To keep warm they read books by the fire, drank warm beverages and snuggled under the heavy duvet cover on his bed. Once she could leave, he held her in his arms and whispered, “Best snow storm ever. Thank you for sharing it with me.”
“Hey, fun for me, too. Anytime there’s a snow storm, feel free to call. I’ll be right out.”
“Would you ever consider staying here?” he asked, anxiously.
“Maybe, but it’s a little early for that, don’t you think?”
“No, but I’m willing to wait for you. Drive safe, OK?”