1. Perhaps It Was A Dream


    Date: 2/20/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: simplyjohn, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    Gazing towards the sky and inevitable darkness, the sun finally goes down. I am now alone and pondering on the day that now draws to a close. Was I perhaps dreaming or was it for real? Will I see her again or was it just a time of wild behaviour for her; just a fling with someone that she felt could satisfy her immediate sexual desires? She looked at me across the room with that look that just makes one weak at the knees. Her eyes were sparkling, her cheeks like rose petals and her lips like strawberries. She was wearing the most beautiful red dress with a stunning necklace and earrings to match. Her eyes seemed fixated on me and I could not refrain from staring back at her. Totally out of character, I left my stool and decided to approach her; she had me totally mesmerised. We exchanged the usual introductions and pleasantries and after an hour and two more drinks she suggested dinner. It was after all now 7pm and neither of us had eaten since breakfast. Perhaps too quickly, rather ‘biting her hand off’ at the suggestion, I agreed and we finished our drinks and left. Walking down the street by her side, the conversation about where to dine most prevalent, she extended her arm towards mine and we held hands. It was a summer's evening and we agreed to eat somewhere reasonably private and ideally with tables outside. She knew of the ideal restaurant and very soon we were seated at our table. We enjoyed good food, good wine and most of all each other’s company and conversation. ...
    Looking at my watch and noting it was now 10pm, I suggested coffee. There was no immediate response from her, just a smile. I beckoned the waiter over and paid the bill. She stood up from her chair, as did I, and took my hand, squeezing it tightly. Her hands were soft and warm and in that moment I wanted them to be elsewhere, I admit. We walked for no more than five minutes and we did not exchange any conversation. However she kept smiling at me and tickling the palm of my hand with her fingers as we held hands. She stopped and reached into her handbag and took out a set of keys. Looking at the door before us, I realised this was her home. There was no indication that the night was over; I desperately wanted her to invite me in but she had said nothing. She opened the door and led me by the hand into the hall and closed the door. My heart started to race and the various events that may now follow, from just coffee to making love, were swirling around in my head to the point that I felt somewhat dizzy and unbalanced. Still, we had not spoken since we left the restaurant, which I found increasingly strange and at the same time mysterious, arousing and exciting. She proceeded to take the stairs and looked back at me momentarily with a smile, which I immediately interpreted as ‘follow me.’ I did without hesitation. The bedroom was spacious and beautifully furnished in what was undoubtedly a Victorian period décor. She shut the door behind me and pointed towards a Queen Anne chair ...
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