I called him to invite him over to my place for a drink.  I met him at the door dressed very sensual, but not necessarily sexy, and handed him a glass of wine.  I took his hand and lead him into the den, the room lit by soft candle light, and soft music playing in the background.

          The fire was roaring in the fireplace, as he sat on the sofa and I leaned over slightly kissing his cheek while letting my hair softly brush against him as I stood up.  �Make  yourself   comfy�, I said.

          I went to the kitchen and came back with a small crystal plate of fresh strawberries.  I placed them on the table in front of us, taking one and slowly biting into it, then  I  leaned over to kiss him sharing the strawberry I had bitten into.  As soon as he took the berry into his mouth I pulled away in a teasing manner, while slightly smiling at him. By this time, I knew I had his undivided attention, as he excused himself to the bathroom, to clean up, as he said.

          He returned after excusing himself, he realized I had slipped into a lovely long black silk spandex gown, flowing down to the high heels I was wearing.  The soft scent of vanilla emanating from my skin through the open vee at the top of the gown. A bit of cleavage made it full at the bodice, and flowing down with shimmers of light glowing in the firelight. 

          I picked up a strawberry and place it gently on his lips as he bit into it.  My hand unbuttoned his shirt a bit and I took the strawberry and I squeezed it onto his chest letting it drip slowly down the center of his chest.  I leaned over with my warm tongue and gently licked the juice off of his chest.  I moved up and was softly kissing his neck.

          I could feel his hands reach to hold my head, and I glanced up at him and said, �Be still.�  I continued with, �I want you to lean back on the sofa and not move a muscle, and no touching me.�  I could see how very hard it was for him to be still.

          Next, my mouth went to his ear, slowly nibbling it, my warm breath rushing into it. I watched and felt him squirm as my breast pressed against his chest, and my fingers slowly ran through his hair.  My hair was brushing against his cheek, he could feel my hips moving against him.  MMM, my body wants him to feel its movements.  Without any warning, I stopped.

          I picked up his glass of wine, sitting on the coffee table before us, and I placed it at his lips. Watching as he sipped it, looking for his reaction. Seeing the wonder in his eyes of what is next?  

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