You're charmed by this man, and curious to see where the night leads.

You kiss again, softer this time. Bodies pressed together you start dancing again, but now in your own little universe. You're incredibly turned on by the way his body moves against yours, and you're more the ready by the time he tells you his apartment is just a short walk, it's actually on the same block, if you'd like to go. You accept without hesitation, feeling a building ball of warm excitement deep in you belly.

When you arrive at the penthouse apartment you're impressed. It's immaculately decorated, stylish yet subtle. There's a large glass door that opens onto a rooftop deck with a lovely view of the city lights, and there's a small pool lit by fire light. Pierre brings you a glass of prosecco and you sip it outside under the stars in the perfect night air. He sits beside you on the low sofa flanked by the flames of gaslights gently dancing, captive in their glass bulbs. He places a hand behind your neck and pulls your mouth to his. It's a magical moment, and before you know it you're standing up under the starlight and letting your dress fall to the deck. Your body is kissed by fire light, starlight, and the city lights, glistening on your curves and disappearing in the deeper blackness of your lingerie. Pierre stands behind you, murmuring his appreciation of your beauty as his strong hands caress your skin. He rubs down your sides slowly and deliberately, with an edge of rough friction. He lets his hands slide down around to the insides of your thighs, then then move up and in, finding your center. He kisses your neck and sucks on it as he caresses you. Normally you flinch away from your husband at the tickling sensation on your neck, but for Pierre you tilt your head to the side, giving him as much access as he wants. You think about him giving you a hickey, but you aren't worried, it almost excites you a little, thinking how turned on your husband would be when you come home marked by your lover.

You grind you ass against Pierre and feel the same large bulge there you felt earlier when dancing. You gyrate your hips in time with the motions of his hand in front, feeling him stiffen behind you. He turns you around and pushes you back onto the edge of the acacia dining table, then slides your lacy little thong down and off. You see it catch and hang on one of your heels, dangling sexily as Pierre lifts you easily and sets you on the edge of the table, then kneels down and kisses you between the legs gently and firmly. There's none of the tickling sensation you get with your husband here either, this is pure ecstasy, and the moment is so erotic it sends a surge of joy through you. You fell so alive and in this moment of pleasure, like this rooftop exists in a place where your normal, everyday worries float away effortlessly and you can just succumb to your desire.

You quickly realize Pierre is quite talented with his mouth as you enjoy his tongue and lips teasing and exploring you. One minute his tongue is flitting across your clit, the next it's probing deep and slow. Your breath starts to catch in your throat, then you put your fingers in his hair, pulling his head closer. He runs his tongue roughly over you clit in slow strokes, then plunges it deep inside you. Your hips start twitching and flexing as your first orgasm of the night begins.

He stands and smiles down at you, appreciating the aura of sexuality that radiates from you, freshly flushed and breathing hard from your orgasm. You expect him to reveal his erection and take you now on the table, but instead he says, 'so Louisa, what would you like to do now?' Maybe the right answer is for him to take you now. Or maybe you'd like to check out the soaking pool? Or perhaps he'll ask you to join him inside and you'll get a full tour his bedroom and maybe stay a little longer than you meant to? Or is it time to thank this fine gentleman for a lovely evening and return to your husband?