by Jessie Dame
“I’m just reading, what about you?”
“I’m about to ask you to dinner. Say yes?”
Her heart wanted to jump out of her chest.
‘Alright, give me a half hour minutes.’
“Sure, take all the time you need.”
She scrambled, her hair was a mess, and she couldn’t decide on what to wear. All of this transpired while trying to put some make-up on. She finally decided on a simple black dress. It was figure-hugging, but was not too revealing. She paired it with an equally simple black pair of stilettos that had a thin heel and ankle straps. She wore white pearl studs in her ears and a gold wrist cuff.
She grabbed her wallet and phone, and dashed out the door. Her heart raced the entire elevator ride down. He was standing on the curb, leaning against a small black limousine. A smile grew on his face as she approached him, and she could feel him, scanning her from her toes right up to her hair. She hoped she looked decent.
“Good evening,” he spoke with a glint in his eye.
“Evening,” she replied courteously.
He opened the limousine door and climbed in after her. He told the driver to take them to his favorite hideaway. She assumed he meant a bar or restaurant.
“You look lovely,” he smiled at her.
“Thank you,” she replied.
‘I hope I can show you a good time tonight.’
‘Thanks for the invitation,’ she replied.
She was starting to feel more relaxed and comfortable with him, he seemed like a warm and friendly person, not as intimidating as what she’d read and seen about him on TV.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked.
“It’s a surprise, but I’m sure you’ll like it.”
It was quite a long ride, and she started to grow anxious as they got onto the highway and drove out of the city.
They continued making small talk in the car, and he poured them both glasses of champagne. She was always a cheap date and started to feel tipsy fairly quickly.
She began to relax, and they shared some laughs; he had a good sense of humor. He moved closer to her, so close that their thighs were touching. Occasionally he would place his hand on her knee, sometimes squeeze it a little bit.
Her heart was racing, but she felt comfortable at the same time.
The combination of not being touched by a man for a while, and the alcohol made her feel excited. She started to tingle inside, and became flirtier.
“I thought a guy like you would never be interested in a girl like me,” she confessed. “That’s why I didn’t call.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re a very attractive woman, Leah.”
She blushed and giggled, the champagne was hitting her quite quickly.
The car started to slow, and pulled up on a long winding driveway surrounded by tall trees. Eventually it stopped and the driver opened the door for them. Ryan stepped out first and then reached inside to take her hand and help her out of the car.
She gasped when she looked out in front of her. They were at a beach, and there was a 2 seated dining table set up with candles and flowers, and a fire next to it. There was also a seating area with a couch and a table.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
‘You like it?’ he beamed down at her.
“It’s beautiful!”
“Great!” he grinned as he took her hand and led her over to the couch. They sat down and he opened another bottle of champagne. This time they were very close and feeling more intimate and relaxed.
There was some sexual tension in the air and they made conversation to cover it up. Finally, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. It was a slow kiss and he lingered longer than a kiss on the cheek should take.
The ocean breeze was blowing through her hair and a strand was caught on her face. As he leaned away, he gently brushed the strand out of her face. She was overcome by the intensity of the moment and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. They locked lips, but it was a gentle and slow kiss, with no tongue.
Leah felt a warmth grow from her toes, up her legs, to her thighs, and between her legs. He put his arms around her and hugged her. She leaned in for a deeper kiss and his tongue gently parted her lips. He proceeded to nibble on her lips and she squeezed his knee to show that she liked it.
This made him bolder and he leaned in for a deeper kiss, pressing his lips hard against hers and being more forceful with his tongue in her mouth. His hands were hugging her at her waist, beginning to move around and caress the small of her back in circles. He loved that she had a waist that opened up to, wide, sensuous hips.
His touch was gentle but it excited her even more. The hand that she had placed on his knee moved to his chest and began rubbing it. She felt his well-defined pecks and longed to see what he looked like with his shirt off. As the tension was building they were interrupted by the clinking of the dining table where the waiter was setting up for their meal.
They withdrew from each other’s arms and walked over to the table. They were both more relaxed and their conversation was more open. Under the table she rubbed her foot against his. When he smiled at her, she moved her foot upwards, along on the side of his shin, then past his knee, then between his thighs. He grinned and gave her a wink.
After dinner they got back into the limousine and on the ride home, they kissed and caressed passionately. His hand was on her knee, and then moved between her thighs, caressing and rubbing her soft skin. She parted her legs wider to give him more access to her, but he resisted, and she felt disappointed.
Was he just being a gentleman?
Finally, they stopped outside of her apartment and he walked her to her elevator and got in with her. Then he walked her to her door, and she was furiously trying to remember if her apartment was clean or not. But when she invited him in, he declined.
He pushed her against her door, and kissed her passionately. He placed one of his legs between hers and he raised his knee, rubbing it between her thighs, and she could feel he was slightly erect against her mound.
Her heart could not beat any faster.
Eventually he pulled away.
“Good night, Leah.”
He smiled.
“Good night,” she said with desperation in her voice.
She watched him as he walked to the elevator, then she turned and went into her apartment. She couldn’t understand what had happened. She felt a lot of passion for him and wondered if maybe he didn’t feel the same.
She tried not to think about him too much that weekend, and continued her life as normal. She was glad that she didn’t see him much around the office.
On Monday morning she went to her internship as usual. She had told her not to have expectations or any hopes, and just remember Friday night as one of the most memorable nights of her life.
A few hours after being at her desk she got a phone call from an extension she didn’t recognize.
“Hello?”
“Hi Leah, it’s Ryan, how are you?”
She was relieved and bursting with joy.
“I’m great! How are you?”
“I’m good as well. Listen, are you busy at the moment?”
“No, I’m not,” she replied.
“Good. Would you come up to my office, please?”
“Sure, right now?”
“Mm-hmm,” he replied.
She felt a thrill as she walked to the elevator, trying not to display her joy in her walk. The ride up to his office felt like forever as she watched each floor number light up as she moved past it.
Finally, the doors opened and there he was sitting at his desk. He looked up, smiled widely at her, and greeted her. He showed her to the couch they had first talked on.
He gave her a peck on the cheek and they made some small talk. He asked her if she wanted to see the view from the windows. They got up off the couch and he led her lead. She went over to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows and felt a bit dizzy looking down to the street below.
Suddenly and une
xpectedly, he grabbed her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, placing his hands on her stomach. His face nuzzled into her neck and he breathed in the smell of shampoo in her hair.
Leah felt tingles run through her spine.
He placed many small kisses on her neck and shoulders. She leaned backwards towards him and tilted her head back against his shoulder. He brought his face down to meet hers and they kissed passionately.
His hands began rubbing her belly, then went to her sides and moved down her hips, to the top of her thighs, and then round to the back of her legs.
Next, his hands moved over her buttocks and he rubbed and massaged and grabbed them. He started getting excited and pushed his hardness into her back. Leah was heavy with anticipation.
She turned around to face him and he placed his hands around her neck, scaring her and exciting her at the same time. His kisses became hungrier and forceful. It felt as if he was taking over her body.
After kissing passionately several minutes, he pulled away from her and led her back to the couch. It was a large couch, and he laid her down on it. He got down on his knees beside it and started kissing one of her ankles. He then removed her shoe and starting kissing and massaging her foot. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensation.
His kisses moved upwards on her shin, he reached her knee, and continued moving further, kissing her thighs. She felt the anticipation build up between her legs and she was wet.
He stopped when he reached the inside of her thigh and he began to kiss her lips again. Now his hands were rubbing her breasts over her shirt. Her nipples began to harden and poke through her bra and shirt. One of his hands pulled up her shirt and his hand searched under it, moving past the soft skin of her belly, and slipped under her bra to massage the firm warm bouncy flesh of her breast. She moaned on feeling his gentle touch.
His fingers played with her nipple, making it harder and making her wetter under her underwear. His free hand began to rub and her thigh hard with desire and he moved upwards, surprised to feel her wetness through her underwear. With his fingers he moved aside her underwear and was pleased to feel that was smooth and soft and wet. He grew harder and she could feel him against her leg that was dangling over the side of the couch.
She began to reach for his shirt and unbutton it. Once it was off her excitement grew as she saw every muscle of his chest and abdomen that were well-defined but not bulky. He clearly took care of his body. Next she reached for his belt and started unbuckling it. He pulled off her shirt, and then her skirt. Eventually they were just both in their underwear and he was lying on top of her. Their bodies were pressed against each other, with her legs wrapped around his waist.
She felt his hardness grow between his and her underwear against her crotch. They were still kissing passionately. Finally he pulled off her bra and started taking each nipple in turns between his lips and teeth. She shivered and her nipples grew harder, like little pips.
He began to move his kisses lower, along her torso and belly, and stopped immediately before the place where her underwear started. He then sat up and pulled them off. He stood up and removed his boxers too. He was fully erect and he went back to lying on top of her and rubbed himself against her, teasing her, until she was begging to have him and for him to have her.
They made love hungrily and passionately for the first time. After a few minutes of this position he pulled her up, and had her kneel on the couch, facing backwards, and he entered her. His heavy breathing and breathe was on her neck, giving her goose bumps. He made love to her in this position as if he had wanted her for a long time and this was his only chance to take her.
When they were finished, they both collapsed, exhausted, in a pile of sweat and limbs and heavy breathing on the couch.
After cuddling for a few minutes she got dressed and went back to work as if nothing had happened. But before she had left, he had asked her when he will see her again.
‘I’ll call you,’ she replied. He laughed, expecting her not to.
That evening she called him, inviting him over to her place. He came with some flowers and a bottle of wine. They sat drinking on her balcony. She put on some soft jazz and a lace and silk night gown. She danced for him, her soft curls falling over her face and back. She wound her body slowly, moving to the music, and holding his gaze.
He stood up to join her and he placed one arm around her waist and took the other hand in his hand. He kissed her as they moved, their hips moving in unison, their crotches pressed against each other, building the anticipation and excitement. After a few minutes of dancing like this he led her to her room.
She had placed fresh white crisp sheets on her bed in anticipation of this moment. They lay down on the bed, side-by-side and facing each other. They continued kissing and she placed one leg over him and another under him so that he was sandwiched between her legs.
In a sudden moment, he flipped over onto his back with her sitting atop him, with her crotch pressed down onto his, but they were still dressed. She started to undo his tie, then unbuttoned and removed his shirt. With both his tie and shirt she tied each of his arms to the posts of her bed. Next she undid his belt, removed his shoes and socks and pulled off his trousers, then his boxers. Being tied up had excited him and he was fully erect already.
She went down on her knees in front of his manhood and started kissing and sucking it. He closed his eyes and moaned from the warmth and wetness in her mouth. She then moved upwards, kissing his navel, then his belly, then his torso, moving upwards to his neck and then finally their lips met.
This time around, Leah was the more forceful one, and she had lost all inhibitions. She straddled him with each of her legs on his side as if he was a horse. Her crotch was pressed down on his but she still wore her underwear. She enjoyed the thrill and the power of being in charge and teasing him. One of the most powerful men in the world was underneath her, and he was clearly enjoying her dominance.
She kept lowering herself hard onto his crotch, then back again, until he began to ask, plead, and beg for her to go the whole way. She pulled off her nightgown and he marveled at the view of her shapely, rounded breasts with their small pink nipples. Leah moved with the elegance of a wild cat and he enjoyed watching her sensuality while yearning to be inside her.
She went to the kitchen for what seemed like forever and returned with a glass of ice. She placed one cube in her mouth and bent down to kiss him. They played with the ice, passing it between each other’s mouths. At times she would take it between her teeth and rub it against his lips. When it had melted she took another cube and also placed it between her teeth. She rubbed it along his ear lobes, down his neck, onto his chest, downwards towards his belly button. It left a trail of melted water behind it. Next she brought it closer to his crotch and began rubbing it up and down his shaft and he shuddered from the sensation.
He loved it.
Finally, after she felt she had teased him enough, she crouched down on him, and straddled him again like a horse.
When they were finished, she untied him and they lay in bed, cuddling until they fell asleep. In the morning she woke up before him and was brewing some coffee and pancakes when he walked into the kitchen dressed only in his boxers.
He walked to her, lowered his head to meet her lips, and his hands grabbed her buttocks, pulling her up to meet him. He lifted her until her legs were wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. He walked her over to her small kitchen table and seated her on it. They continued kissing, their tongues playing and dancing together, moving in and out of each other’s mouth.
While she was seated on the table, her legs were still wrapped around his waist. With her one hand, she reached down into his boxers and began stroking him. As she did so, he leaned her down so that she lay spread across the table.
Ryan took one breast in each of his hands and began massaging them the way he had learned excites her. Next he pulled his boxers down and entered her from this po
sition. He had woken with a strong desire for her and she could feel it in his passion and intensity.
He fucked her thoroughly.
Thrusting like a madman, he was not content to let his cock alone please her. He reached his right hand down and pressed two fingers up against her clit, and with each thrust, rubbed it fiercely. Leah climaxed in no time flat.
At this point, Leah was dripping wet and being fucked like never before. Ryan, having given her two orgasms and watched her back arch with pleasure, couldn’t hold his own any longer. He slid his throbbing totem out of her dripping wet pussy and ejaculated all over her chest and stomach. Leah was happy to receive her gift.
After his release, he leaned down to give her a sweet kiss.
They were both totally exhausted and well-fucked.
After showering, they had coffee and pancakes together. She called in sick to the office, at his insistence, as they wanted to spend the day together. He went to his apartment to get a fresh change of clothes and they met in Central Park. She had packed a picnic basket as they had agreed to. They met at one of the entrances and held hands as they walked together in the park. It was a beautiful, warm, spring day and they planned to spend it lying in the sun and enjoying each other’s company.
When they found a quiet spot, they set a blanket down and poured some wine. She sat upright and he placed his head on her lap. As they chatted, she ran her fingers through his hair and it occurred to her that her feelings were more than just sexual or physical.
That moment of realization brought her anxiety back and she became silent and shy again. He noticed and looked at her with a puzzle on his face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
“No, really, tell me.”
“I….,” she stammered.
The same realization dawned on his face.
“I feel the same way.” Ryan reassured her.
He sat up, took her face in both of his hands and kissed her gently.
They spent that afternoon on the blanket being affectionate and tender in their touches, giving each other constant kisses and caresses. They lay there drinking, eating, kissing, talking and touching until the sun was going down. They decided to leave the park and as they walked through the paths surrounded by blossoming, colorful trees, the sun shone a bright orange and pink sunset glow in the sky.
