THE DRESS

It was a pleasant evening, really, we went to dinner and then to the Opera. As we returned home the cool air-conditioned air gave you a small shiver down your spine. After kicking off our shoes we decide that there is no need to rush to bed so we curl up on the couch and sip a fresh bottle of that merlot we have been saving. I decide to remove my black tuxedo jacket and cumber bun, allowing the ruffles of my poet shirt to cascade over the crimson velvet vest that I had specially made for this occasion. You remove you stockings with a relieved sigh, and just the sound of your breath turns me on. It really doesn't matter, however, since the dress you are wearing has been giving me a raging hard-on all evening.

Your dress was specially tailored to maximize every gorgeous feature on your body. It was black (of course) and quite short but still formal. The sheer black organza silhouetted your perfect shoulders and arms, and then plunged deep between your breasts, and stopping just short of showing your nipples. This enhanced your incredible chest and occupied much of my attention as we sat on the couch, your body pulled close to mine with your back to my chest and my arms surrounding your shoulders.

As I take one last sip of the wine and let the glass slide to the floor I know that the liquor has done its work. Our warmth has increased and our bodies seem to mold together in silent bliss. Slowly, with the tip of my finger, I begin to trace circles around your right nipple. I feel you relax even more into my embrace as a sigh escapes your lips. In little time at all your nipple is hard and tingling. Gently I pinch your erect nipple and send electricity through your body, setting a fire between your legs. Gradually I pull harder on you nipple, widening my area of touch so that now I randomly also trace lines over the soft flesh of your breast.

Suddenly I shift my attention to your left breast, pulling the nipple hard as you gasp at this sudden change. Cupping both breasts in my hands I knead your soft flesh in a slow rhythm. Kissing your neck I inch my lips up to nibble on your ear lobe and then to your cheek. As I near your mouth passion takes hold of you and fire burns in your blood. You spin around and straddle my hips, feeling my swollen manhood press hard against your aching crotch. You lips collide with mine in a frenzy that nothing can control or even slow down. Our tongues fence in our mouths and as you pull away from the kiss you hold my lip firmly between your teeth until you can taste my blood. Letting go of my lip we look at each other and know exactly what we want.

You raise up on your knees on the couch, and I slide between your legs to sit on the floor. Resting my head back on the couch I pause for a moment to wonder just when in this course of events you had managed to remove your panties. My ponderance is cut short, however, when you settle yourself onto my awaiting mouth. As your hips twitch in uncontrollable reactions to my tongue darting up and down your swollen slit, I slide my hands up the backs of your thighs and squeeze your ass hard, shoving my tongue deep inside your hole. This quick action causes you to lose even more control and let out a quick scream of delight. We start to move in a rhythm that slowly becomes faster as you ride my face.

Your moans turn to cries as our movements become too frenzied to be productive. You suddenly jump down to the ground and tear at my belt until it is loose. You yank my slacks off as I shift further to lie flat on the ground. Grabbing my rock hard member you guide me between your thighs and shove your hips against mine, impaling yourself. With me deep inside you we pause for a moment to enjoy the hot sensation, passion in our eyes and smiles on our faces. You start riding me with a slow rhythm, short movements that never allow me to leave your body. I am very close to cumming, but I grit my teeth and hold back until your movements become hurried. Knowing by the sound of your voice that you are close to the edge I suddenly begin thrusting my hips upward, sending me far deeper into you than ever before. Neither one of us can hold on as we both explode into a screaming orgasm.

You collapse into my arms as we both struggle to regain our breath. We both decide that it would be a good idea to take a shower to cool off and as I unzip your dress and slide it down your body, we both agree that even though the night was still young, this had been our best wedding anniversary yet.