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Keep on Running (circa 1976)
Date: 5/21/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: marlowe, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
furniture spread over hardwood floors and an impressive Bose music system in the corner of the room were all synonymous with someone with style, sophistication and money. Classical music filtered softly through speakers and a row of scented candles flickered on the fireplace providing the mood for romantic liaison. Pressing a button on a remote control and opening the sliding doors to the balcony, the invitation of a cigarette and to take in the panoramic views of the city skyline gaining his approval, an impulsive kiss and the urgency of groping hands brushing away any thoughts of a cigarette or views of the city skyline for a woman with only one thing on her mind. “Make yourself comfortable. I won’t be long,” she smiled. The white smoke from his cigarette drifted upwards into the dark sky, the apprehension and uncertainty following in its wake, the night although looking promising slightly marred by the haunting reminder of Stephanie’s estranged relationship with her husband and homicidal maniac Ronnie Munroe. A soft voice interrupted his thoughts. “I hope you like Champagne.” A flirtatious smile and an outstretched hand shrouded in a white fingerless glove handed him a glass of wine, the flickering candles casting alluring shadows over captivating curves, the vision of wonder raising her glass in a smile, wearing nothing more than a sexy white Basque, white lace panties, stockings and suspenders and towering heels, flaunting her body like an underwear model posing for a ... photograph. The haunting dilemma of Ronnie Monroe cast aside in a heartbeat, his eyes wide-open like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, his mouth open and his jaw hanging slack, spellbound and almost at the point of drooling, staring shamelessly at her breasts, the underwire pushing her tits up with appealing affect, the bubbly flesh almost spilling out of the garment. A brief pause to take in her beauty, his eyes continuing their exploration of her unabashed nakedness, wandering in a downward sweep, an intimate path over mouth-watering curves, the diaphanous panties exposing a dark bush of pubic hair and the unmistakable groove of a bulging vulva imprinted in the tight fabric, the erotic image making the ultimate revelation of her mysterious secrets all the more intriguing. A heart beating with increasing tempo, the pulse between her legs quickening, floating across the room on endless legs, swaying her hips and flashing her eyes with flirtatious intent, her smile widening with suggestive implications, her heels clicking impatiently across the hardwood floor as she led him to the bedroom. “Keep the gloves on....And the heels,” he grinned, placing his wine glass on the bedside table and throwing his clothes in a heap on the floor. Pulses racing, heart beats increasing by the second, a visceral surge of oxygen fuelling adrenaline, bleeding through veins and charging vital organs, chemicals merging with hormonal urgency, two strangers driven by lust and coital ...