The One Place...

"The conference hotel, the smaller manor house hotel outside the city and that game-keepers cottage. You know, the one we talked about before."

He didn't say anything but did at least look, taking the time to closely study the choices she had outlined and was offering on the small screen of her phone. The cottage had been recommended by her best friend and to her mind would suit them completely. It was modest in size, having one bedroom with a smaller second bedroom having been converted into a generous en-suite with a walk-in shower. The kitchen-diner was a good size and well- appointed, with a mixture of period furniture and modern well-chosen fittings. The living area looked cosy, with a wood burner the main feature. The cottage was well positioned on the edge of a big forest and sat in a well looked after private garden that contained a discretely hidden hot tub. Eventually he stopped looking at the little screen, pushing her phone back across the table and returned his gaze to hers.

"You know how busy I get in June." He said and her brow furrowed in disappointment, her eyes turned downward to the table and her empty dessert plate.

"But I'll do what I can to get free!" he said, smiling and adding "How about we try and book that cottage?"

"Can we!!!" she replied excited, almost knocking the spoon from her saucer, before finishing what was left of her coffee. She returned to her phone, smiling at the image of the small but remote country cottage.

By the time they left the restaurant it was no less busy. They spoke with both Garry and Izabella before they left, sharing their appreciation of their meal and they all hoped they would get to see each other again soon.

In the taxi back, she leant against him and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, lovingly. They each felt there was no need to talk, savouring the contentment they felt from the evening they were sharing. She rested a hand casually in his lap.

They got home quickly enough and having gone out early it was not yet too late. Whilst she busied herself in the kitchen he sat on the living room sofa and turned the TV on. He flicked through a few news channels before tuning to the sports channels and a re-run of a football match was just starting. She brought in fresh coffee, setting the two mugs on the table in front of the sofa.

"Is this what you meant by the "main course"? she asked, agitated, whilst pointing at the screen.

"Not exactly." Was his non-committal response and as she moved toward an arm chair, added: "sit here, next to me."

She didn't react to his instruction, instead she sat defensively at the far end of the sofa, pushing both hands back through her hair, ruffling it.

"Put your feet up at least." He directed, patting the empty seat cushion that was between them. Reluctantly she shifted her position, lifting her feet toward the empty cushion, hesitating as she still had her shoes on.

"Leave them on." He suggested, taking her feet and allowing her to stretch her legs out across his thighs. Much as she liked these shoes it felt good to take the weight off them and she modestly crossed her legs at the ankles.

Ensuring that she was comfortable he took up the TV remote and flicked away from the football allowing the big "You Tube" logo to almost fill the screen.

After a few moments thought he chose some music, a film soundtrack compilation featuring the composer Thomas Newman. Putting the remote away, with both hands he began massaging her lower legs. She smiled at him warmly, her eyes closing as she sighed, her ears taking in the sounds of the music.

He was pulling his hands up and down over her stockings from her knees to her ankles, squeezing gently, reviving her calves slowly. Her thighs were within reach but he left them alone, making the most of pressing and kneading her calf muscles instead. She sighed again, only slowly releasing her breath.

"Wonderful!" Was all she could muster.

Inch by gentle inch he worked on her flesh. Soothing it, awakening it, making it start to tingle pleasurably.

He slipped a hand under her dress almost without her noticing, stroking his palm up, over and beyond her stocking top, to bare thigh. His touch so light she could barely feel it. He drew back with fingertips, then back and forth under there for a minute until taking his hand away, back into the open. Reaching beneath her dress again he was touching her other thigh, catching his thumb on the suspender strap briefly. She was feeling that all too familiar tingling beginning deep inside her. He was playing on each thigh in turns now and she uncrossed her legs so that he could touch the insides of her thighs too, if he wanted. He didn't, the music was changing and instead he was asking her to dance.

She sat up carefully, unsteadily, the combination of the music and intimate leg massage was making her relax deeply and her head spin. She took a gulp or two from her coffee, looking up at him as he stood their arms outstretched, waiting for her.

Stepping away from the sofa she reached for his hands, teasingly he stepped further back for a second, but she was much quicker than him, taking his hands to his sides and pressing herself against him. In her heels she could look him in the eyes as she smiled at him. Surprising him she kissed him, full on the lips, keeping her lips there to savour the moment and feel the sensations it brought to her inside. As the music played, she began to move and sway gently to the subtle rhythm, holding herself to him closely and rubbing her face against his. She felt her thoughts floating away, cushioned on the sensuality of their dance.

They danced like that until the next piece of music had ended and he took that as a cue to break his hands from hers and instead hold them at her waist. Gradually he wrapped his arms around her body, locking his hands together and resting them in the small of her back. She draped her arms around him and felt infused by a warmth from the closeness of their bodies and the deep-seated feelings she had for him. The feelings they both knew he had for her.

Slowly he slipped his hands downwards to her bum so that he could hold her there. He caressed her cheeks through her dress before squeezing them firmly and holding her body tightly against him. She tried to shift against his body but it was proving difficult, the effort and closeness was turning her on and that tingling hidden inside was getting stronger and stronger. His arousal was less well hidden and they both could feel his cock hardening against her. Encouraged, she pressed against him as hard as she could and grabbed the opportunity to kiss him again.

She let him push his tongue into her mouth and both were standing there in the moment, unable to hear the music or to dance, just holding on to each other. Holding on to the kiss for as long as it would last.

He was grabbing at her bum once more, trying to pull up her dress but both its cut and fit was making it impossible, risking it becoming torn. She managed to take his hands away and whispered:

"Soon! Not yet."

And they kissed again, slowly shifting back into the movements of dance, his hands resting easily back on her bum. She could feel her nipples were rock hard and wondered if they would show through the dress if she wasn't held so tight to him. He was kissing her face and her neck, his hands stroking her back.

"I want you!" he said, feeling the smooth fabric of her dress under his palms.

"I know." Came back her response, before kissing him with a fresh intensity.

She felt him grab at her bum again. They were dancing slowly, sometimes awkwardly, as different music tracks came and went. But the firm sensations from his hands rubbing all over her bum and her back was immensely pleasing to her, making her force herself against him all the more. Perhaps it was because there was only that dress between his skin and hers.

As the music changed, again she almost stumbled, catching his foot with one of her heels. Holding on to him she took her shoes off, tossing them away towards a chair and stepped to the table. She took another sip from her coffee, looking at him over the rim of the mug. It was cooler on her lips now and much easier to drink. Another sip before she put the mug back down on the table.

In the interlude he had gone to look at a bookcase requiring that she stride back to him, purposefully. She enjoyed the feel of the softness of the carpet beneath her stockinged feet. As he was putting a book back on the shelf she began to dance in time to a song by "Christine and the Queens" that was coming out of the TV. He was captivated by the song, "Tilted".

He largely ignored the lyrics, more he was studying her rhythmical movements that mirrored those of the on-screen performers. Movements that had both a sharpness and a fluidity about them. As the song faded, she stood near, barely inches away from him, before she moved closer and hugged him warmly from behind, wrapping her arms around him so that her hands were on his chest, nuzzling her face into his back. He picked up another book and flicked through it a minute before putting it back. She remained quiet, still holding on to him. Her hands felt warm through his shirt.

Eventually he turned around, loosening her grasp as he did so. Taking her face in his hands he kissed her. He held the kiss for as long as he wanted before taking his hands away and sliding them down her bare arms to hold her hands at her sides. She resisted a little, wanting her hands on him instead, but he contained the pressure she exerted and she relented. He was kissing her again, with more urgency this time, nibbling at her lips almost biting them, before sliding his tongue between them. She didn't resist, welcoming him into her mouth again with an eagerness. The kiss, his kiss, was all she could think of and all she wanted so that she barely noticed his hands go around her and clasp together in the small of her back. He held her firmly, not too tight, breaking the kiss only so they could each draw breath.

Instinct made her throw her arms about him and she stroked up and down his back, in return his hands were all over her, looking for the zip of her dress. With a new intensity she was rubbing herself against him and soon they both couldn't ignore the growing bulge in his trousers. She pushed herself away from him, not that he tried to stop her, and held her eyes on his for several seconds, licking her lips lasciviously.

Without a word she dropped to her knees and knelt so that the crotch of his trousers was now at her eye level. She reached up to her hair fixing the long dark tresses in a knot at the back of her head. With practiced assurance she unfastened the belt, pausing only to pull down the zip fly slowly. Both could hear its familiar sound. Carefully she eased his trousers down to his ankles so as not to crease them unduly.

There it was, the bulge of his swollen and swelling erection, wrapped tightly in white cotton and peeping out from beneath his shirt tails. She smiled to herself before rubbing a cheek against his pants. She rubbed each cheek in turn, feeling the heat he radiated. Feeling the soft cotton that was barely concealing his hardness beneath. She slid her hands up the back of his legs until they reached his bum and she rested them there, squeezing them in a way he knew and she knew he liked. She was kissing the bulge firmly then lightly and it grew more.

She squeezed his bum again and he sighed contented, quietly very excited, his hands now on her head increasing the pressure of her kissing.

She couldn't wait any more, she had to see it, she had to see him and so began pulling at his briefs at the back, taking them down slowly, awkwardly, at first uncovering his bum. She took a few moments to feel at the warm flesh of his bum cheeks, massaging and squeezing them with a tenderness - long enough to make him sigh more loudly - before pulling at his pants, only in her urgency and excitement she was fumbling with her fingers.

With her hands under control she pulled the pants down to his knees, freeing his cock as it sprung out from behind the waistband. It had by now swelled to its full length and thickness and pointed stiffly toward her face. Beneath the shaft the balls were heavy and swollen. She always enjoyed this moment, the looking at him, looking at his new erection whilst consumed with the strong urge to touch it and the intense desire to suck it. She resisted, albeit with a lot of difficulty, already a slickness could be felt under her dress, at the top of her thighs.

She looked up at him with a smile, before putting her hands back on his bum and leaning close enough to kiss the engorged purple head, very lightly. She kissed more firmly, parting her lips just enough to allow some of the head between them. She parted them further so that the whole head was inside her mouth for her tongue to play with. Her tongue was all over it, quickly swirling this way and that in the confines of her mouth. She tasted the pre-cum that oozed from the tip and eased him out of her mouth, the head glistening from his moisture and hers. She watched it dry then stretched her tongue out under the head and licked both the shaft and tip of his cock. Slowly. Closing her eyes her tongue licked from the base to tip and back in measured almost slow motion, teasing him, exciting him further.

Each time she reached the tip she dabbed at it with a flat, wet tongue. His hands ruffled at her long, dark hair trying to loosen it, but he made no effort to interfere with her movements. He was enjoying them too much. Involuntarily he thrust his cock further toward her making her open her eyes for a moment. Responding she sucked the head back into her mouth, holding it there ready, waiting. Literally the moment didn't come. Instead he found a way to hold back his climax and she released him from the hold of her mouth.

After a few seconds of nothing she resumed kissing and licking his shaft, ignoring the head certain that touching him there would trigger his orgasm. She paid more and more attention to his balls, licking, flicking and sucking them into her mouth in turn and nibbling the smooth fleshy sac. She loved how they were clean shaven, something her ex had never done for her, so much nicer to look at, but even nicer to touch and to taste.

The smoothness served to make her hunger to suck them into her mouth all the more. He twitched again and she lessened her grip on his bum, becoming softer and much gentler in her kisses too. She drew lines up his shaft with a single, long, dark red coloured finger nail, another twitch and she stopped. Only eventually did the feeling seem to pass him by, encouraging her to take him back into her mouth once more. She wrapped a hand around the shaft, angling his cock toward her and sucked him inside until her lips were meeting her fingers. She closed her eyes and held him there, sucking on his cock, enjoying every hard inch and the sensations of it in her mouth. And the ways it made her feel.

In her mind she could think only of how hard it was and how much she wanted him to cum -- in her mouth? Over her face? She was way too horny to care about an answer. She put her free hand under her dress to feel at her pussy. The seeping wetness she found there had increased, exciting her even more.

Almost lazily she bobbed her head back and forth, with some strokes almost letting his erection escape her mouth. Her hand was still around it, occasionally twisting, controlling the angle of it in relation to her face and how easily it went inside her. Beneath her dress she probed the folds of her pussy with fingertips, opening her lips and drawing out juices that soaked her fingers, making her dress wet too.

The thoughts of her own orgasm were growing, the increasing lust she felt to cum. Increasingly she felt full of selfish urges. She wanted it, needed her climax, wanted him inside her. Now.

He seemed to know because he was easing himself back from her face at the same time as she slowly released his cock from her mouth. She levered herself up to a standing position, a little unsteady on her feet to begin with having been knelt down in front of him for so long. She let him kiss her firmly on the lips then took a couple of paces back.

"I want you!" she said, smoothing down her dress with her hands. "I want him!!!" staring at, not merely looking at his stiff cock, adding:

"I want the,......I mean I want our main course..."

She reached under an arm to unzip her dress at the side before grabbing the hem and pulling the dress cleanly up and over her head. She discarded it to the floor casually, it fell in a heap and she knew it would need cleaning, the result of her pussy juices now wet on the inside of it. With her hands she reached up to unknot her hair, rubbing her fingers through it vigorously, letting the waves fall where they would. He didn't move, choosing only to watch her. Oh, how he loved to watch her.

She rested her hands at her waist after straightening the black suspender belt, allowing him a full and generous view of her bared breasts and her dark pink nipples that had become hardened by her lust. He had always greatly admired her breasts. He considered them to be neither too big, nor too small and their firmness he often said was "just right". She would have liked them to have been a little bigger, more like her mothers, but both of her sisters had inherited those genes instead of her.

She took her breasts up into her hands, cupping them, before letting the flesh slowly slip from under her fingers to show them to him again. His eyes were looking not just at her breasts but all over her body and she almost felt the path they so obviously took to her mound.

He asked her to turn around and she did so with an eager obedience. Again, she had that feeling of his eyes on her, on her skin, looking at her shoulders and down her back to her naked bottom. He was eyeing the small pink heart painted discretely on her left cheek -- as he saw it -- and the neat arrow that ran through it.

"Lean forward, put your hands on your knees."

He asked. She hesitated and he asked again, then she readily followed his request, feeling the suspender straps tightening at the back of her thighs.

"Yes, that's it!" he exclaimed and he had her stand like that a while so that he could admire the curves of her bum and her stockinged legs. She heard him getting rid of his trousers and pants and could tell he was moving toward her. She tensed her body a little, not completely certain of what he had in mind to do next. But she felt no real fear.

As he brushed past, she felt a hand gently stroking her bum and patting her several times where the heart tattoo was. He went and sat on the sofa, at the one end where he had been sat before. She stood up, massaging the muscles of her back and gazing at him, at his erection standing proud in his lap. Her eyes were wide with lust.

"I'm not wasting that this time." She said, whilst playing with her breasts some more, teasing and rolling her nipples between her fingers, enjoying their increased sensitivity.

Stood between his legs she turned her back to him lowering her bum towards his lap. Reaching down between her legs she took a gentle hold of his cock, guiding it carefully towards her wet, waiting and hungry pussy. Feeling the head on her wet lips she played with him grazing herself with it, before easing it between her lips and allowing him all the way inside her, sinking it deep, as she sat in his lap. It slid into her easily. He reached for her breasts, tugging at her nipples as she leaned back a little to make it easier for him to find them. She was wiggling her bottom to distract him, but his focus was on her heat and the slippery wet insides of her pussy. She felt him push his cock upwards deeper into her, he was trying to thrust but she was forcing herself downwards on him, stopping his movements. He was happy to relax, play with her breasts and nipples as she began to dictate the rhythm of her thrusting up and down on his cock, albeit slowly at first.