Cliten had found the dress that I had bought for her. I had lain it out before I went into the shower with her. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that she was in a clean bra and thong panties holding the dress up to herself in front of the full-length mirror. She looked over at me with a smile on her beautiful face. Apparently, I had chosen well.
I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist leaned down to kiss her ear and neck. She closed her eyes and leaned back against my chest. I noticed my erection trying to return, even after standing under the cold water shower. Reluctantly I let go of her so I could dress for dinner.
I took her coat from the closet and helped her into it. Grabbing mine, we headed out to my pickup. Again I helped her up into the passenger seat. I then stood on the running board and reached across her to buckle her seat belt. Once again, I looked into her deep dark eyes and kissed this beautiful woman.
I then went around to my side and got in. For some reason, I had a huge grin on my face. I was the happiest that I had been in a very long time. I started the truck and drove off to the restaurant.
Once there, we took off our coats and held them in our arms while waiting to be seated. As I helped Cliten out of hers, I noticed every male head, in the place, had turned to stare at Cliten.
There were other ladies in the bar and restaurant, but mine was the most beautiful. All of the men were looking at her. Some were being reprimanded, by their wives and dates. I just smiled and motioned for her to follow the host to our table.
We each ordered our favorite steaks, Ribeye for me and a Petit Fillet Mignon for her. I ordered a bottle of my favorite Washington State Merlot. We sipped the wine as we waited for our meals.
We had a lovely dinner. Cliten was happy and relaxed as we returned to our hotel. I opened the door to our suite and ushered her in. I took our coats and hung them in the closet. When I turned around, I noticed that she had a bit of a nervous look about her. Working to hide my own nervousness, I walked up to her, looked her in those beautiful dark eyes, leaned down, and kissed her.
She seemed to melt into my arms. We started tentative and sweet but quickly became very passionate. With my hands on her back, I found the zipper to her dress and started lowering it. She flinched a little, still somewhat nervous. I wasn’t going to rush things. I slowly pulled the zipper to the bottom. I slipped my hands inside to feel her bare skin, holding her tightly.
I waited for her to decide when she wanted the dress to fall from between us. We continued to kiss and whisper in each other’s ears. After a short time, Cliten stepped back, lowered her arms, and let the dress fall. What a reveal! At five foot five, she’s somewhat tall to be considered petite. She was slim with an hourglass figure and the smooth, creamy skin of a girl half her age.
Cliten stepped out of the pool of her dress. I picked it up and hung it in the closet. When I returned, she was reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra. I asked her to stop. I wanted to continue to undress her, myself. I was trying to decide how, though. I finally decided to position her in front of the full-length mirror, facing it with me behind her.
I let my hands roam her body as I had earlier in the shower. She watched for a moment, then let her head fall back to my shoulder, eyes closed. Cliten seemed to love the sensual feel of my exploring her body with my hands. I watched in the mirror. I would barely brush her bra and panties, avoiding her breasts and pussy, for the time being.
It being our first time, I wanted it to be special, in every way.
I watched Cliten’s expressions as my hands roamed her body, noting her reactions to my touch. I let my hands drop to her sides and around to her butt cheeks. She moaned as I rubbed and squeezed her beautiful little ass.
Now it was time to reveal those breasts. I mentioned earlier my preference for small boobs. Her bra size is a B cup. They are the perfect size for me. I let them loose as I watched in the mirror.
She watched me to see my reaction. My smile was all she needed as I began to hold them. Cliten leaned her head back on my shoulder, closed her eyes, and moaned her appreciation of my touch.
I began to massage them, still standing behind her. At forty years old, they were still perky and sensitive. She liked her nipples being pinched and teased. I was playing with both nipples at the same time. My lady was beginning to breathe heavily between her moans. She was getting worked up. It was time to slow the pace and let her come back down a bit.
I switched back to rubbing and massaging her boobs. She let out a disappointed moan. I just had an evil smile on my face, but when she opened her eyes and looked at me in the mirror, my smile was happy and innocent.
I let one hand drop down to begin exploring her body once again. I was circling from brushing lightly against her breast but steadily working lower. My hand was just at the top of her panties. I so much wanted to spin her around, drop to my knees and bury my face into her sex, but I restrained myself. I wanted this to be a slow, sensual seduction.
As my hand continued to roam, it slowly dipped under the elastic of her waistband, dipping a little lower each time. She was watching me as my hand disappeared into her panties, a little deeper each time. Now her moans went between sexual need and disappointment as my hand would slip away from her sex. I was teasing her mercilessly!
Finally, my hand brushed over her mound just above her clitoris, only to withdraw from her panties completely. This time Cliten’s eyes flashed with anger, not just disappointment. Then her look softened as she realized that I was removing her one remaining piece of clothing.
In the mirror, she watched as I lowered to my knees behind her while pulling her panties down and then off each foot. Then, I kissed and lightly bit each of her butt cheeks eliciting a squeal of pleasure from her. Ah, so she does like a little pain, interesting.
While I was on the floor, I began to tease her more by very lightly moving my fingers up her legs, only to stop just below their goal. Cliten separated her legs as if to encourage me to go higher, not quite yet. I had a plan.