Kissing me softly, she asked, "You hungry?" I was a little hungry, not eating anything since early that morning.
I said, "I could eat a little something."
She smiled and said, "Tell ya what, I have some fresh fruit in the kitchen. Why don't you make us a fruit plate while I freshen up? I'll meet you in the bedroom in a few minutes."
"OK, but can I please use your bathroom first?" I asked.
"Sure," Connie replied as she began to sit up and pointed toward the hall. "It's the first door on the left."
I helped her off the soft sheepskin rug and followed her toward the hall. Still wearing her heels and silk stockings, I happily watched as she walked down the hall. Her ass looked even more sensational naked than covered by slacks or a dress which I had studied intently so many times as I watched her walk in the mall. Connie walked past the first door on the left and to the door at the end of the hall.
As she flipped her long auburn hair over one shoulder, she looked over her other shoulder and smiled, saying, "See you in a few."
I opened the door to the bathroom, quickly washed my hands, and splashed some water on my face. Grabbing a large fluffy bath towel, I dried my face and hands and wrapped the towel around my waist. As I walked back into the hall, I noticed the door to her bedroom was closed, and I couldn't hear any sounds coming from the room.
I walked to her kitchen and found a large bowl of fresh fruit on the table. Opening the cabinets until I found the one with plates, I took a large dinner plate off the shelf and began selecting fruit I thought we could use as finger food. I grabbed a small bunch of grapes, half a dozen strawberries, a handful of blueberries, and two bananas. I found a knife, sliced an apple into wedges, and placed a white cloth napkin over the whole plate.
Opening the refrigerator, I found an uncorked bottle of white wine. I had spotted Connie's wine glasses while I was looking for a plate, so I grabbed two and tried to figure out how I would carry all this to her bedroom. Somehow, I balanced it all in one hand, and I slowly walked toward her room.
Reaching the door, I knocked softly, then pushed it open.
As I entered her room and closed the door, I felt like I had just entered a Better Homes and Gardens picture. The room was aglow with soft candlelight. Connie had placed several large jar candles expertly around the room so that every corner was lighted.
Along one wall was a large bureau with an ornately framed mirror attached to the back. At each end were two large potted plants. In the corner to my right was an oversized white overstuffed chair with a matching ottoman. Draped over the back of the chair was what looked like a handmade quilt.
Directly across the room from the door was the centerpiece, a sizeable four-post canopy bed with a fluffy comforter and too many pillows to count. The white canopy had lace fringes extending halfway down the posts at the corners. On each side stood a matching night table with a jar candle centered on each. The bed looked so inviting. At the bottom of the bed was a beautiful Lane Hope chest. It was a beautiful bedroom, and I imagined Connie spent hours decorating it, not to mention a ton of money.
I placed the fruit plate on one of the night tables, folded the cloth napkin, and set the wine bottle on it to not mar the finish of Connie's furniture. Turning from the table, I ran my hand over the comforter and was amazed at how soft it felt.
Only one thing was missing from this beautiful setting of a bedroom. Connie was nowhere in sight. It was then that I noticed a light shining under a door in the far corner beside the dresser. So it was a two-bath apartment. Connie was in the master bath, still freshening up.
"Connie?" I said just to let her know I was in the room.
She responded, "I'll just be a minute, Philly; make yourself comfortable."
I figured I'd try that overstuffed chair, so I walked over and sat down. It was very comfortable, and I could imagine falling asleep with my feet resting on the ottoman. No sooner had I settled back into the chair when I heard the light switch flip, and the light at the bottom of the bathroom door went out. The door slowly opened, and Connie stepped into the room.
She looked incredible. Her hair had been brushed out and was even longer and straighter than I'd ever seen. She was wearing a black baby doll nightie and had removed her stockings and slipped into a pair of heeled open-back sandals with fluffy fur across the front over her toes. The neckline of her nightie plunged deep between her tits and revealed almost all of her cleavage. Even in the soft candlelight, I could see her erect nipples straining against the fabric. Two spaghetti straps held the garment on her shoulders.
Connie did a pirouette to show me the back. The straps ran down her back and attached just below the bottom of her hair.
As she turned again to face me, I said, "You look so beautiful, come over here," Patting my lap.
She walked across the room with the stride and expression of pure seduction. Her eyes sparkled in the soft candlelight, and her lips shimmered with a fresh coat of lip gloss. As she came within reach, I lifted my arm from the chair and took her hand.
She happily turned and slid into my lap, lifting her legs and crossing them over the overstuffed arm of the comfortable chair. My arm went around her back as she settled into my lap. Leaning forward, I kissed her lightly on the mouth, a gentle kiss without using my tongue.
My free hand slid up and down her long, shapely legs, barely making contact with her flesh. Her skin was as smooth and silky as the stockings she had worn earlier. As our kiss intensified, Connie parted her lips and extended the tip of her tongue. As I softly sucked her tongue, a sensual moan escaped her throat. My hand moved from her soft, smooth thigh up to her tits, and I rolled one nipple between my thumb and index finger, causing her to gasp and break our kiss.
"God, I love the way you play with my nipples, Philly," Connie whispered.
Sliding my hand across her cleavage, I dipped my fingers between her ample breasts and under the material that covered them. My fingers again found a rock-hard nipple, and I rolled this one a little harder than the first. Connie threw her head back and moaned as my fingers teased her nipple. Leaning a little forward, I took the other nipple between my lips and suckled it through the fabric of her nightie. Her hand slid behind my head and pressed my mouth tighter against her erect nipple. I sucked it, licked it, and bit gently on it through the sheer material.
I released my finger hold on the other nipple and slid my hand back across her chest to pull the fabric covering her tit aside. My lips let the material slip through them, and as her nipple became exposed, I clamped down on it with my mouth and sucked it very hard. Connie moaned with delight as my tongue worked its magic on her hard nipple.
I released it from my lip lock only long enough to look into her eyes and say, "I love the feel of your nipples between my lips. I could suckle them for hours."
Connie replied, "We have hours and hours, don't stop. I love how it feels. Be as rough as you want with them."
I wanted to give both tits the same attention, and I said, "Baby, turn and face me so I can reach the other one." Connie slid from my lap and stood to face me.
She slowly pulled the material of her nightie aside and slid her hands up and across her tits, saying, "You like my tits?"
"Like them, I love them," I replied.
Reaching for her hips, I pulled her toward me. She slid one knee on either side of my thighs and onto my lap again. As she settled in, her fingers pinched both nipples very hard, and she tilted her head back, shaking her long auburn hair. My mouth went to one nipple as her fingers slid from the hard tip across my face and behind my head.
Forming an "O" with my lips, I sucked gently on this erect beauty. Her hand pulled my head tighter against it, and as she did, I opened my lips wide and took the entire nipple in my mouth. My teeth clamped down on it, and I bit harder than before.
Connie moaned in pleasure and, looking down at my face, said, "That's it, baby, harder, bite it harder!"
I increased the pressure of my teeth, and she squealed in pleasure again, throwing her head back as she did. My hands were all over her tits, cupping them, lifting them, and squeezing them. I wondered to myself how much pressure from my teeth it would take before Connie's pleasure changed to pain, and she begged me to stop.
I'd find out soon enough. I bit hard on one nipple as I pinched the other harder between two fingers.
Connie moaned and said, "That's it, baby hurt them." I couldn't believe my ears. Connie wanted me to treat her tits even rougher. It wouldn't be much longer before my teeth broke her skin, and I'd draw blood.
Instead, I switched my mouth to the other nipple and brought my fingers up to the one that, in my mind, I'd just about bitten off.
As I bit down hard on the second nipple, Connie slid her hands up to the back of the chair and pressed her chest firmly against my mouth. She again squealed in pleasure as my teeth, lips, and tongue worked over her nipple. With it firmly between my teeth, I flicked my tongue at it from behind.
Connie moaned deeply before saying, "Don't stop; I love that feeling." I continued my biting flicking technique not so much because it pleased her so, but because I didn't have to bite so hard to drive her crazy.
Connie moaned over and over again as my teeth and tongue worked their magic on her nipples.
She said, "Don't stop, you're driving me crazy." I didn't have to wait long to discover why Connie loved having her nipples worked over so completely.
She squealed again and said, "Oh yes, Philly, that's it; your gonna make me cum, baby."
Cum?
I'd heard of some women who could be brought to orgasm by having their nipples stimulated, but I'd always thought of those stories as some urban legend or some guy spouting off about his sexual prowess.
The thought of taking her to orgasm by stimulating her nipples encouraged me to continue my oral assault on her tits. Connie crushed her breasts against my face as she began making almost inaudible sounds from deep in her throat.
"Hmmmm.. Awwwww. Ohhhh. Ahhhhh," Connie mumbled as she placed her lips against my head. My teeth, lips, tongue, and fingers worked feverishly on her as she raced toward this incredible orgasm.
Then it hit her. She screamed, "Oh my fucking god, I'm cumming Yesssssssssssss," her voice trailing the "S" sound of the last word. Her arms wrapped around my head, and she started moving her tits from side to side as she rode the pleasures of this orgasm.
She'd cum fast and hard, and the ride down from the peak of sexual pleasure was almost as fast. Without ever touching her pussy or clitoris, she'd actually experienced an incredible orgasm. I released my oral grip on her nipples and let my hands slide down to her waist. The muscles inside my mouth ached from the buildup of lactic acid.
It hurt to smile, but I found a way. Connie looked into my eyes as she collapsed against me, kissing quickly all over my face. Her nipples were harder than rock, her breasts seemed to have swollen, and their firm mounds pressed against my chest. She slid them side to side against the hair on my chest.
Finally, she caught her breath and whispered in my ear, "Jesus, Philly, that was incredible. You're only the second man who has ever taken the time to make me cum like that, and this time I knew what to expect"
"Connie," I said, "I'm a believer in long periods of sexual foreplay. I love taking you to that kind of arousal." I asked her, "Do you know why it's called foreplay?"
She grinned and said, "No way, babe."
I responded, "Cause if done properly, it should take forever."
She giggled and said, "We're going to have a lot of good times. I love hours of foreplay."
I kissed her softly and asked, "You ready for some fruit?"
Her reply was, "I sure am, cumming like that always makes me hungry. I'd love some fruit as an appetizer, then I want you as the main course."
I giggled at the thought of her having my cock as her main course.
Connie leaned back and pulled the fabric of her nightie over her tits, and slid off my lap. She stood and offered me her hands as I exited the big, comfy chair. She turned and walked over to the nightstand to see what goodies I had brought from her kitchen.
Popping a grape in her mouth, she said, "Hmmmmm, tastes very sweet."
Connie was standing beside the very romantic-looking bed, and I was pleasantly surprised when she turned down the fluffy white comforter to reveal very pale blue satin sheets and two matching pillows.
I ran my hand over the sheets and said, "Oh wow, satin sheets, one of my three favorite fabrics."
Connie asked, "And the other two are?"
"Silk and lace, of course!" was my response.
Connie giggled and said, "You're such a romantic. I'd have expected a shoe salesman to have leather among his favorite fabrics."
I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Leather has its place, but not in this bedroom."
"You'd be surprised at what may have a place in this bedroom," Connie said.
Connie sat down on the edge of her bed. She slipped off her shoes and hurried back across the bed. Leaning on one elbow, she smiled and patted the mattress, inviting me to join her. I slid the plate of fruit across and between us as I joined her on her satin altar of pleasure.
Leaning on my elbow, I lifted a strawberry to her lips. Connie parted her lips, accepting the fruit, and licked her tongue at the tip. She took a small bite from the juicy berry and, after chewing it once or twice, licked her lips seductively.
She said, "Hmmm, those are so sweet and juicy." Taking the berry from me, she slowly rubbed it on my lips, squeezing it to extract some of the sweet strawberry flavor on my lips. Connie quickly leaned over and kissed me, licking the fruit juice she had just deposited on my lips.
I moaned as her tongue and lips cleaned my mouth, and our kiss became more intense.
Connie said, "I love sharing tastes with my lovers." She took the remainder of the berry between her lips and chewed it. She kissed me again, opening her mouth to share the strawberry.
She was seducing me all over again, and I said, "Do you know how sexy you are?"
"Tell me, Philly, how sexy am I?" She replied, "Tell me how much you want to fuck me again!"
I told Connie, "You are the sexiest woman I've ever met." "My cock gets hard when I think about fuckin your sweet hot pussy."
Connie cooed sexily before she said, "I love when a man talks dirty to me!"
I smiled and took another strawberry. This time, I took a bite off the end. I squeezed the berry to bring the juices to the tip. I brushed the fabric of Connie's nightie away from one breast and touched the tip of the berry to her hard nipple.
Connie gasped and said, "Ouch, that stings a little."
I hadn't realized the citric acid in the berry would sting when it touched her somewhat raw nipple. I said, "Oh god, Connie, I'm sorry." As I leaned forward to lick the fruity acid from her nipple.
She groaned and said, "That feels so much better. You can lick my nipples all night if you want."
Smiling at her, I said, "I intend to lick your nipples and a whole lot more." I grabbed a few grapes and popped them in my mouth.
"Would you like some wine, Connie?" I asked after swallowing the fruit.
"I'd love some," Connie replied.
As I reached for the glasses and the open bottle of wine, Connie touched my arm.
She said, "Just hand me the bottle; I don't need a glass."
Handing her the wine bottle, she took a healthy swig and passed it to me. I did the same and returned it to the side table.
While we talked and snacked on the fruit plate, Connie kept sliding her legs around on the satin sheets. She'd occasionally slid her hand across the bed to touch me or run her fingers over the material we were lying on. Every move was seductive; I watched every movement and wondered if I was taking too long to get back to our foreplay and lovemaking.
I picked up a banana and peeled it, taking a large bite as she watched me.
Connie giggled and said, "Philly, whoever taught you how to eat a banana?"
"I think I learned that on my own," I replied, wondering where she was going with this.
She smiled and said, "Let me show you how to eat a banana."
Picking up the other one, she peeled it slowly, placing the peel back on the plate.
I finished my fruit, set the plate on the nightstand, rolled back over, propped my head on my hand, and said, "Ok, teach me."
Connie lay back, placing her head on one soft pale blue satin pillow, and, using her free hand, spread her hair around to frame her gorgeous face. She lifted the banana to her mouth with her right hand and extended her tongue to lick along its length. Parting her lips, she let the fruit slip between them. Her shimmering lips formed a perfect circle around it, and she took her hand from it.
The banana extended up from her mouth and curved down toward her feet. I watched intently as she loosened her lip grip, and it slid inside her mouth.