She does what I ask

We were both starving. “Anita usually fixes something for dinner when she’s been here. Let’s go check,” I said. She started walking toward the door when I stopped her. “Would you mind getting dressed?” She looked at me quizzically. “I’ve never had the privilege of undressing you, Sarah. I would like to do that after dinner,” I said. She walked toward me and looked at her clothes that were in a pile beside the rug. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to kiss her. I opened my lips to her, and she massaged my tongue with hers. Her breasts lightly brushed against my chest; they were so soft and full. My arms went around her waist, and I pulled her closer to me. My knees were bent slightly, and took the opportunity to jump into my arms and wrap her legs around my waist, rubbing her open, moist pussy against me. “Are you suggesting that I be dessert, Paul?” Her voice was husky and full of desire. “That sounds wonderful to me, Sarah,” I said in a near moan.

I cupped my hands under her round, firm cheeks; moving them up and down and in and out. We were both starting top heat up! I nipped at Sarah’s left breast and then unwrapped her legs. First I handed her the tiny thong and watched as she sensuously wiggled into it. Then came the tight lycra shorts. Her tits moved perfectly with her swaying hips as she slowly pulled the shorts up her long, slender legs. I had her bra in my hand. I really didn’t want to cover her magnificent breasts. I bent down to take her breast for one last time, but she covered herself saying very coyly that it wasn’t time for dessert, yet! She giggled and reached for the bra, sliding her arms through the straps and reaching back to hook it. Then the short, tiny t-shirt slid over her head. I could see her hard, round nipples against the fabric. She headed down the stairs and then to the kitchen. I followed her, making a short detour to my bedroom and pulled on some silk boxer shorts.

Anita had made a wonderful dinner, and we ate heartily. Sarah and I talked and laughed, kissing every chance we had. We touched each other almost constantly; a thumb rubbing a hand, fingertips dancing along an arm or a leg, or a hand resting on a knee. We couldn’t get enough of each other.

After we finished eating, I dashed up to the library with a bottle of champagne and filled the chilling bucket with ice. The fire was getting dim, so I added another couple of logs. I re-organized the pillows and decided everything was perfect. I hurried back to Sarah and just as I reached the table, the phone rang. I picked up the phone after quickly kissing her. It was Rachel. A sad look crept into Sarah’s eyes. She got up and left the room as my conversation with Rachel continued. She would arrive at the airport early Sunday afternoon. I told her I would have the driver meet her. She said she couldn’t wait to be home and that she loved me. “I love you, too,” I said quietly and hung up the phone.

I found “Sarah curled in a ball on the couch. I sat down beside her and gathered her into my arms. Her cheeks were streaked with tears. She buried her face in my neck. “You sill love her, don’t you, Paul?” She could barely get the words out. I told here I did love Rachel, but not in the same way that I loved her. “I can’t live without you, Sarah.”

My cell phone rang. I checked and it was Joe; maybe he had good news! I kept Sarah cradled in my arms, slowly stroking her neck, as I spoke with Joe. “Good news, buddy. I think I’ve found the answer to your problem.” He went on to tell me that he had just been asked to sell a property that he thought would be just what I wanted, and the owner wants to sell immediately. I told him I could meet him at noon tomorrow to look things over. He wanted to meet earlier, but I looked at Sarah and I knew I couldn’t tear myself away from her any sooner. I hung up and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Everything is going to work out, Sarah. Please don’t cry.” She smiled weakly at me, and I picked her up and carried her down the hall. “It’s time for dessert,” I whispered in her ear. She clung tighter to me and started to nuzzle my neck as I ascended the stairway.

I walked to the nest of pillows in front of the fire and gently laid Sarah on the creamy rug in the firelight. She bent her knees; her feet flat on the floor. Her flat, firm abdomen was visible. Her mountainous breasts were rising and falling quickly with her breaths. She had been crying which quickened her breaths. Her long, thick hair was tied back with a silk scarf; tiny curly wisps circled hr face. Her skin was glowing; her large, sad eyes seemed to look into my soul. She stretched her arms above her head. I loved the way her breasts looked when she lies like that.

I grabbed a pillow and put my chest on it, resting my chin only inches from her face. I reached out and gently stroked the curls that were around her face. I traced the outline of her nose and lips. She softly kissed the tip of my finger. I sat up and opened the champagne and poured a glass for each of us. Sarah sat up and took the glass, sipping the cool liquid slowly as she stared into the fire. She emptied her glass and looked at me questioningly. I poured another for each of us and spoke softly to her as she drank.