The Libary
It was raining, as she lie in bed watching his even breathing, and thinking how different its rhythm from that of the night just spent.
Where this man came from she did not, nor did she expect to know. He appeared as she was leaving, the library. He caught her eye and her imagination with only a smile. He noded toward his car, a beautiful peice of work; red 1963 Mustang ragtop, the lines sleek and sultry the leather seats soft and cool as she slid into the passenger seat. He closed her door and went to the drivers side and slid his long lean body gracefully along the cool dark leather, causing her to think of a graceful bow sliding across the strings of a violin. Drinking in his chiseled and dark features her toungue strays to lick her lips. A flutter is felt deep within the pit of her center as she watches him shift gears with one hand, his fingers lightly caressing the stick, urging the little car faster with each shift. The other hand lightly playing along the wheel.
She knows why she is here and what is going to happen, strangly she's unafraid, even anticapating the feel feel of those long lean fingers teasing her bare flesh. His hand strays from the stick to brush up and down her leg, sending chills down her spine, increasing the anticapation. She reaches out and traces his profile lightly from his dark hair down his dark coloring the contrast of her milky white flesh against his dark flesh exciting her more. As her fingers trace his lips he takes her finger into his mouth sucking and biting it softly. Thrilling her to the inner being, and taking her breath away. His hand moves back to the stick and shifts the car down as he turned the car onto a long paved road, sheltered by gaint elms.
Up ahead she sees a huge home the likes of which she has only seen in books or on TV, she gasp as he pulls up at the front door. He alights from the car, goes around and hands her from the car. Silently he guides her up the steps, through the foyer, upthe double staircase. At the end of a well appionted corrider she sees an oaken door dark in hue and heavy in weight, she thinks this door was built to afford privacy. He still says nothing only guiding her with his hand upon the small of his back. They walk through the sitting room into a room bare except for a hottub.
Slowly he slides the zipper of her dress down kissing her neck the shoulders and tracing the line of her spine as the zipper slowly lowers. He pushes the dress off her shoulders and watches as it pools around her ankles. She feels a hard cold slender object slide along her spine then her bra falls away the stays are cut. She is frozen not knowing what to expect next. Strangly she remains calm anticipating his next move. Then her lacy undies fall freely to the bare wooden floor. He finally speaks to tell her to remove her shoes, as he lefts her carring her to the hottub, he lightly nibbles her neck and moves his face lower, though he does not touch her again with his lips she feels his hot breath on her skin, exciting her.
Gracefully she is lowered into the hot water, to watch him slowly undress, his dark hands ripped the shirt open buttons flying through the air, a single button lands in the water and slowly sinks to the bottom. She hears a zipper inching its way open tooth by tooth, she looks up and watches as his slacks fall to the floor, revealing a pair of black silk boxers. Softly his boxers float to the ground, and he steps from them kicking his loafers off as he does. His long legs take in the distance to the hottub quickly, sensauously he slips into the tub. he turns and pours each of them a glass of wine, and hands her one. She takes hers and sips from it running her toungue around the rim watching as he becomes more excited, and his breath becomes more and more ragged.
He moves to her and lowers his lips to her breast, slowly he pours the wine onto her lapping it up as it runs onto the nipples. She reaches up and pulls his head closer to her moaning deeply. She feels a hand snake between her legs forcing itself into her, driving all thoughts of resistance from her mind and body.
Suddenly she hears the ring of her alarm clock, and reluctently rolls out of the bed and gets ready to go to the library, for a day, of work.
Author: Phoenix (MHB)
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