CHAPTER FOUR - EMAIL

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER FIVE - CHOCOLATES

[At 7:55 you get a call from the front desk that a car has arrived for you.]

KIRSTEN: [I ride the elevator down and stroll casually out the front door of the Westin. Can everyone around me see I have an important date with Russell Crowe? I am dressed in a slinky black dress, thin straps, no bra, black thong, heels... but only medium height.]

KIRSTEN: [I go through the marbled glistening lobby, my heels clicking on the polished floor, and through the revolving doors. The doorman looks at me and blinks appreciatively.]

KIRSTEN: [The black SUV is waiting out front as requested with Mark leaning on  the back passenger door. I recognize him immediately and walk up to him like I do this everyday. I smile as he pushes off the van and steps forward expectantly.]

KIRSTEN: You must be Mark. 

[Mark, wearing jeans and a polo shirt under a suit jacket, smiles and shakes your hand. Not terribly firmly, more of a press of the fingers as he smiles back.]

MARK: Hullo, Kirsten. 

KIRSTEN: [As I shake his hand I am disappointed he has given me a bit of a limp fish. I though Aussies were manly?] 

MARK:: Nice to meetcha. You're looking very nice tonight. (He smiles again as he reaches for the door handle) Front or back?

KIRSTEN: (I want to be alone with my thoughts.) Umm, back. 

MARK:: As y'like. 

[He opens the back door for you and extends a hand to help you up.]

KIRSTEN: [I accept his outstretched hand, delicately]

[He helps you in and closes the door behind you once you look settled. The SUV is hired, of course. Tinted windows. The ashtrays have been recently dumped on your behalf, but the smoke smell lingers.]

[Mark hops in the front, checks in the mirror to make sure you're settled in and eases out into traffic.]

KIRSTEN: [I sit in the back, drinking in the atmosphere of the SUV. Did Russell sit here? A smell of smoke lingers. A smell of men. It is a manly vehicle.]

MARK: (Peeking at you in the rearview mirror.) Radio, luv?

KIRSTEN: (Half lost in my thoughts, I barely hear him.) Uhh, sure. Can you find any jazz?

MARK: Reckon I can find something.

KIRSTEN: [I resist the urge to stretch out like a cat in the back seat. The leather upholstery is sensuous, black. My slinky chiffon dress catches on it a little and feels very thin against the leather's ruggedness.]

[Mark works his way through the dial, finally finding a college station playing piano jazz, somewhere between mellow and bouncy. Pretty smooth stuff.]

KIRSTEN: [My dress pulls up a little, it's a bit short but I like to show off my legs. I can't resist stroking my thigh a little. Perhaps it's a bit of a comforting gesture.]

MARK: (Peeks back at you again. The hotel district isn't very widespread, you're only a few blocks away now.) If you have any questions, Kirsten, feel free.

KIRSTEN: No questions, Mark. Thanks for picking me up. 

MARK: (He takes the hint.) No worries.

[You arrive at the Meridiene Grande about 10 minutes later. Mark pulls down a tunnel- like ramp into the underground carpark, taking a reserved space close to the lift. He hops out and is quickly there to open the side door for you, again offering a hand to help you out.]

KIRSTEN: (I accept his hand. This time he's grasping me more firmly and his hand is meaty and strong.) Thank you.

MARK: No worries. 

KIRSTEN: [I flash him a friendly smile.]

KIRSTEN: [I look around the deserted garage, which smells of oil and gas. It looks like a million other garages, except different: lit up, special, glowing, because I am there to see Russell. I want to remember every detail.]

[Mark leads the way to the lift, and once inside, pulls a plastic card key that slides through a reader near the controls. The car starts to rise, and it's going up direct, no stops.]

KIRSTEN: [I wonder what he's thinking. Does he think I am like all those other women that have been with Russell? Does he judge me?]

[He gives you a friendly smile, the kind that two people who don't really know each other but are forced temporarily into close quarters often flash to each other to prove they don't bite.]

KIRSTEN: [I tug my dress down to cover my legs a little more and smile back at him.]

MARK: You want me to walk you in, or set you on your own?

KIRSTEN: I think I can find it! Thanks.

MARK: (He smiles and nods agreeably.) Okay then.

[The car stops without so much as a lurch.]

[Once the doors open, you're standing in a small antechamber. Mark runs the card through the reader attached to a keypad by the door, a green light comes on, and he opens the door for you.]

MARK: (He holds the door, standing back to let you pass.) I'll just be sure you get in okay.

KIRSTEN: [I freeze a little. I felt bold at first, but now I'm not so certain.]

KIRSTEN: (small voice) okay. 

KIRSTEN: [I move down the short hall, very aware of his eyes on me, then stop as I find the heavy mahogany double doors, just as described. I take a deep breath and then rap lightly.]

[You can hear music, muffled, coming from inside. It takes a moment, then you can hear the lock inside disengaging.]

KIRSTEN: [There is a small moment of fear before a door opens. For just a second I feel like running back to the elevator. As the lock turns I think a thousand thoughts... How will you look at me? What will your voice sound like? Will you like my dress?]

RUSSELL: [I open the door, dressed up a bit for our date in nice black slacks, which are slightly pleated and a light blue shirt. Never fails, beneath the unbuttoned top buttons you can see the collar of a white singlet peeking out, little tufts of curls and the lump of my cross. My sleeves are rolled back and I'm smiling. The music is mellow and jazzy.]

RUSSELL: (My eyes widen and start to glitter as I see how absofuckinlutely amazing you look.) Hul-lo, Kirsten!

RUSSELL: [I step back, opening the door wider to let you step inside, giving Mark a little nod over your head. He nods back and closes the door, heading for the lift. He's under orders to lay low tonight, the lower the better, so we won't be seeing any more of him this evening unless we call for him.]

RUSSELL: [It might be noted that my hair has been styled, or at least an attempt has been made it that direction. It's less floppy, parted a little off centre and curls behind my ears. I've trimmed and tidied the beard a little too, the lines are clean, less scruffy.]

KIRSTEN: [I notice you're looking a little neater. Some grooming product has been used. You clean up nicely, I see.]

KIRSTEN: [The effect of the visual and the aural is overwhelming and I've only just arrived. Your scent has filled the apartment and it comes tumbling out, announcing your presence and swirling around my senses. The scent of soap, cologne and tea tree oil mixed with the mellow music takes hold of my senses. It moves through my whole body, up and down, from brain to toes, enervating me.]

KIRSTEN: (Flashing you a shy smile.) Hi, Russell!

RUSSELL: (I step back to let you pass.) C'mon in.

KIRSTEN: (I pass just a little too close to you, not quite touching, but inside your personal space.) Thanks. I will!

RUSSELL: [I can't help pulling in a little whiff of your perfume as you pass. Just as I remembered, sweet with just a hint of clove. Eternity, I've discovered, having recently tracked it down. You wear it particularly well, the scent mixes well with your body chemistry and rises invitingly from your warm skin. I smile, entirely pleased with everything about you.]

KIRSTEN: [As I pass your body I get a full-on noseful of your personal scent and I cock my head slightly to make it last but my eyes stay on my intended path. I won't look at you; I don't want this to become a kiss this early.]

 

 

[The penthouse suite is posh, furnished in cool shades of grey and blue. The main room features a sunken sitting area with matching couch, loveseat and armchair, all in pale grey leather, as well as an oversized television and a low square table. Just beyond the sunken area, along the windowed back wall stands a bookshelf which holds a stereo system as well as the usual anonymous knick-knacks and, perhaps more importantly, the wet bar, complete with three tall round stools which face the marble topped bar itself. To the right of the bar, set under a sloping skylight sits a dining table, beyond which are the doors leading out to the patio garden.]

[Between the front entry hall and the dining table there is a set of double doors which are accessed by three low, wide carpeted steps. One might guess at what lies beyond, but it's impossible to tell for sure as the doors are currently closed.]

[On the far side of the suite, opposite the elevated double doors there is another door, which is also closed.]

[The lights in the suite are mellow, turned down a little low. The small table under the skylight by the balcony doors is set with nice china, wine glasses and unlit candles. On the table in the sitting area is a glass covered arrangement of cheeses, biscuits and fruit.]

[Outside the windows, the city lights are laid out like jewels on black velvet.]

RUSSELL: [Upon closing the door behind you, one hand slips casually into my pocket. I step up behind you watching you have a look around.]

RUSSELL: Would you like a drink?

KIRSTEN: [I take in the beautiful suite, the soft jazz, the candles, the lover's tidbits on the table. I am entering another world.]

KIRSTEN: That would be lovely!

RUSSELL: Make yourself at home.

RUSSELL: [I head for the bar, not sure if you'll have a seat or follow. Curious to see which, comfortable with either.]

[Brubeck is playing, an all instrumental version of "When You Wish Upon A Star", the piano smooth and upbeat.]

KIRSTEN: [I put my purse under the table in the alcove and stroll around, touching the brilliant flower arrangements, stroking the petals and idly inspecting the delicious looking foods upon the low coffee table. A little restless, not ready to sit. I follow you, not wanting to miss a thing.]

RUSSELL: [I step behind the bar and lean on the countertop flashing you a very genuine happy-to-see-you smile.]

RUSSELL: So, what would you like? Wine? ...Or something stronger?

KIRSTEN: (I smile back, my eyes dancing. Dancing with "hello yourself!" and all the things that passed between us on our previous meeting.) Wine would be lovely.

RUSSELL: Okey dokey. (A little nod as I turn and set a glass on the bar.) You like white as I recall?

KIRSTEN: (I nod, pleased that you remembered.) Sweet white.

KIRSTEN: [My eyes cut to the door to the right. That must be your bedroom. There are steps leading up to the door like walking up to a king's throne. Where homage is paid? I wonder. Bedroom. Don't look at the bedroom door.]

RUSSELL: (I nod, reaching back into the icebox under the counter.) Can do. I've got a Lindeman's here I think you'll like. Out of South Eastern Australia.

RUSSELL: [I uncork it and sniff with a little twist of a grin.]

RUSSELL: Not quite what they're servin' at Hank's, but I reckon it'll do?

KIRSTEN: [My hand is on the barstool, showing my beautiful French manicure to best advantage]

KIRSTEN: (I grin) It sounds perfect. 

RUSSELL: Good. And.... (Pulling up a second glass)... I think I'll join you.

RUSSELL: [I pour two glasses, smiling as I give you another lingeringly appreciative smile.]

KIRSTEN: [Good. You're not drinking hard liquor. I want you here in the moment with me.]

RUSSELL: (Handing you your glass and leaning on the bar as I pick mine up) What shall we drink to?

KIRSTEN: [I run one hand through my hair, closing my eyes and smiling languidly. When I open my eyes, they are looking directly into yours.]

KIRSTEN: To developing friendships! 

RUSSELL: (A little arch of my brow as my smile crooks and deepens. I raise my glass to yours) Indeed.

KIRSTEN: [I can barely sip, my grin infringes on my smile. I take a tiny mouthful, then put my glass down on the bar, but continue to grasp its stem protectively. My tennis bracelet glints in the incandescent light shining on the bar, and little diamonds of reflected light dance on the dark greenish marble of its surface. I look at you expectantly. I know now to expect for you to take the lead.]

RUSSELL: (I move out from behind the bar, carrying my wine with the bowl of the glass in my palm, smiling easily.) Sooo... what would you prefer t'do first? See the garden? Sit and talk a bit?

RUSSELL: [Tonight I'm playing the gentleman host, which seems to come nearly as naturally to me as the rogue you met at Hank's.]

KIRSTEN: [My hair is shiny, clean. I have all gold jewelry on: a thin gold chain around my neck, tiny gold studs in my ears, and the bracelet.]

KIRSTEN: I don't know. What's the view from your balcony? 

RUSSELL: [I've noticed how much more relaxed you seem, but I still sense the possibility of skittishness lurking somewhere just beneath your surface.]

RUSSELL: That'd be the garden. (I take your elbow lightly in my free hand, guiding you gently past the table) ... Come have a look.

KIRSTEN: [I'm not ready to settle down into the couch cushions quite yet. I let you guide me, enjoying your gentlemanly touch on my elbow. Non-threatening, courtly.]

RUSSELL: [The doors to the balcony are open to let in the warm night breeze. I guide you through first, my hand pausing on the small of your back as you step out. I can't help it, my gaze flicks down for just a tic to get a peek at how you look from behind. Your legs... magnificient.]

RUSSELL: [The balcony has planters on the sides, a low wall topped by an iron railing that rises to mid chest level runs the perimeter.]

KIRSTEN: [I step out on the balcony, the little gravel pebbles crunching under my strappy shoes. It's so private. The view... incredible. ]

KIRSTEN: (enthusiastically, childlike) This is beautiful, Russell! 

RUSSELL: (I smile easily as I turn around slowly, taking in the view beside you. My tone is light, opting for understatement.) It's nice up here, yeh.

RUSSELL: [I step up to the railing, motioning for you to join me.]

KIRSTEN: (I follow you to the rail.) I think I would pull my bed out here and sleep.

RUSSELL: (Tilting my head as if considering this) Hmm, that's pretty tempting. Or just, y'know, do a camp out?

KIRSTEN: (A little grin) Put a little tent up? 

RUSSELL: Nah. (I give a little chuckling shrug as I sip my wine.) Just straight out under the stars, that's for me.

KIRSTEN: No tent then? What if those oglallas or whatever come after you?

RUSSELL: (chuckling) Goannas.

KIRSTEN: It sounds like an Aussie corruption of Iguanas. (I give you a crooked grin.)

RUSSELL: (Grinning too, mine pressing before pulling wide and sly, my eyes twinkling at you.) Probably is. We corrupt a lot. 

RUSSELL: [I shoot you a little wink.]

KIRSTEN: [I laugh, but offer no comment. I'll let that one slide.]

RUSSELL: (I step up to the wall, resting my glass there as I point.) Have a look. You can see the river from here.

RUSSELL: [My posture is relaxed, nonchalant, but in my heart I'm hoping you'll step to my side. I like being near you.]

KIRSTEN: [I step up to your side and peer into the night, looking for the dark river in the mass of streets and lights and buildings. I come just a little closer to you than necessary, wondering how you will react.]

RUSSELL: [I angle slightly, my body language clearly welcoming.]

RUSSELL: (I point out the sights as a light breeze moves over us, lifting our hair, caressing warmly through our clothes.) You can just see the top of the bridge over there, if you look.

KIRSTEN: [I note you turning your body to me and can't resist, my eyes flick downward but your pants are slightly baggy and I don't see anything of note. I hope you don't catch me scoping you out. I refuse to take the invitation, instead looking intently into the night.]

KIRSTEN: I see the river, but not the bridge. 

RUSSELL: No?

RUSSELL: [My brows pull a little and my hand again moves to your back, as if to angle you slightly, my shoulder leaning to you lightly as I point to where you should look, my face near yours as I try to see where you're looking.]

RUSSELL: See? ...Just there?

KIRSTEN: [I shiver a little in the light night breeze, stroking my arms. I lean closer to you as if to catch it from your angle. Almost touching you.]

KIRSTEN: (Shaking my head a little.) I still don't see it.

RUSSELL: [The breeze lifts your perfume to me, little wisps of your hair touching my furry cheek.]

RUSSELL: Here, um... (I move closer, nearly wrapped around you now as I try to guide your gaze, one hand pointing, lips very near your ear as I lean in.) ...Just between those... the two, um, the tall ones there? That bank building and the other?

KIRSTEN: [Your voice now shoots through my body. I've got you right where I want you.] 

KIRSTEN: (Brightly) I see it now! 

RUSSELL: (My tone mellows as my arm shapes around you, curling about your waist. I've got you in my arms, right where I wanted you all along.) Just a glimpse, but worth it.

RUSSELL: [My eyes take in your profile as you look, my head filling with the teasing warm scent from your skin, the clean smell of your shiny hair. Lovely feminine smells.]

KIRSTEN: [I lean into your body, resting against your strong chest. Just standing there quietly, enjoying the night air, your smell, the feel of your arm on my waist.]

RUSSELL: [My body settles comfortably to yours, not a tense bone in me.]

RUSSELL: Y'know....?

KIRSTEN: (Your beard tickles against my cheek and I nudge your cheek a little.) What?

RUSSELL: (My tone is quiet, thoughtful.) I noticed it the other night...

KIRSTEN: (lazily) Mmmmm?

RUSSELL: (My chin tilts down to smile at you as I think about how tantalisingly close your lips are.) ... We fit nicely.

KIRSTEN: (I smile a knowing womanly smile.) Mmmmmmmm.

RUSSELL: [I smile mellowly, eyes softening a little as I lean in a little closer, my lips stealing within range, seeing if you'll take the bait before dinner. All you'd have to do is turn your head ever so slightly.]

KIRSTEN: [I turn my head to look into your eyes, burning with the reflected light of the city's buildings.]

RUSSELL: [My eyes hang on yours a moment longer, then my lips smooth warmly over yours, pulling you in for a very gentle kiss.]

RUSSELL: [My mouth moves with slow deliberate pulses on yours, seeing what might be kindling below the surface of your glamorous beauty, testing the waters a little.]

KIRSTEN: [I respond in kind, accepting, relaxed, languid. Not hurried. Just seeing what might unfold.]

RUSSELL: Mmm. (As I pull back, I smile, not going too far, still within kissing distance, just back far enough for you to see the mellow shine in my eyes.) ... S'nice.

KIRSTEN: (My eyes blink slowly. My hand snakes up to gently stroke your chest a time or two, then drops back as if I have caught myself.) Yeah.

KIRSTEN: [It feels good to be here, in your arms, almost too good. You are like honey and I am the proverbial fly, about to fall into your sweet trap all over again. Instead, I push myself out of my reverie.]

KIRSTEN: Do you have any chocolate in there? 

RUSSELL: Mmm ...  I might. (My grin deepens as it twists.) Have you been a good girl? 

RUSSELL: [My eyes sparkle with a deeply teasing light.]

KIRSTEN: (I giggle sexily.) I'm never good.... But sometimes, I deserve chocolate. 

KIRSTEN: [I look away to sip my wine.]

RUSSELL: (My voice drops a notch, velvety but still shaded with a hint of amusement) Are you a dessert first person, Kirsten?

KIRSTEN: (I grin like I'm letting you in on my own personal conspiracy.) Russell, sometimes all I eat is dessert! 

RUSSELL: (A little giggle) Me too.

KIRSTEN: Especially if it's chocolate.

KIRSTEN: Or mousse. I really like mousse.... And whipped cream.

RUSSELL: [My arm tightens around your waist, my eyes look ready to ravish you.]

KIRSTEN: ... Lots of whipped cream.

KIRSTEN: (Sucking on my finger) And a cherry on top. Can't forget the cherry.

RUSSELL: (A low chuckle, playfully pained.) Ooohhh woman.

KIRSTEN: (Innocently) Whaaaaa? 

RUSSELL: You are sorely tempting me to chuck the whole salmon pasta plan and call for Afters.

KIRSTEN: Ummm... what's Afters? Aussie-speak again?

RUSSELL: (Speaking urgently through my grin. My hunger for you growing to overpowering proportions.) Dessert - I'll get you a translating guide later.

KIRSTEN: And... (innocently) ...what do you want for dessert? 

RUSSELL: [My eyes are glued to the finger in your mouth.]

KIRSTEN: [I am enjoying playing with you, the way adults play. Knowing where it will lead, savoring every moment beforehand, heightening the inevitable pleasure of our coupling. I want to prolong it, tease you, hear your compliments as you show that you appreciate me as a woman and work to get me into your bed. ]

RUSSELL: Did I mention how utterly incredible you are?

KIRSTEN: (giggling) Not lately. In what way?

RUSSELL: [My eyes flick up to yours. There's a smile there, almost overshadowed by clouds of heat.]

RUSSELL: In every way I can think of. (My eyes crinkle the grin a little deeper) Maybe even some I haven't got to yet.

KIRSTEN: [A little smile plays at the corners of my mouth. I keep my eyes on yours. I drink in the heat of your eyes. Then... teasingly, I break away from your gaze.]

KIRSTEN: (Pouting) Well, I still haven't gotten my chocolate yet... I guess I haven't been good enough... or something.

RUSSELL: [My arm holds you there, not pulling, but you're not going anywhere. You're playing games with me now, cute games, but designed to inflame me. And as always, the danger of playing with fire is that it can flare up unpredictably. As you look away, I brush my lips against your ear.]

RUSSELL: (My voice is somewhere between a growl and a low purr.) If you had any real idea how badly I want t'make love to you, you wouldn't tease me.

RUSSELL: [The gentlemanly airs are slipping away quickly, like sand in a fist held too tightly.]

KIRSTEN: [A shiver shoots through my body and lodges between my legs at this. I am speechless for a moment. Then, I want to tease you all the more.]

KIRSTEN: (A whisper... soft... feminine) What do I have to do to get it?

RUSSELL: (The tip of my tongue traces lightly over the outer shell of your ear, even through the low rough purr, there is a lightness.) ... Which? Me or the chocolate?  (Breathing hot puffs in your ear)... I only ask because... I have this entire... seduction... planned.

KIRSTEN: (I whisper, so quiet, knowing that I am tempting you, tempting fate.) I mean the one that tastes soooo gooood. 

RUSSELL: [My hand slips over your dress, getting a feel of your hip under the soft material. It takes sheer force of will not to tear your clothing off. Something warm and thick presses against your backside as I move to rub up against you.]

RUSSELL: [I pull a little nip of your ear.]

KIRSTEN: (Backing off, not wanting to hurry the game too much) Well, if you have a plan... maybe we should follow it. 

RUSSELL: (A husky little sigh  as my lips nuzzle below your ear.) Plans can change.

RUSSELL: (My hands clutch you harder as my lips move up to your ear) How come... when I get near you... I only want t'get ... closer?

KIRSTEN: (A chuckle, low and teasing. Keeping it light.) You only want to distract me from my chocolate! 

RUSSELL: [I let you go with a little sigh of patient frustration, my eyes still soft on you, smiling a little.]

RUSSELL: (With the hint of a knowing grin.) You women! One track minds.

KIRSTEN: (I chuckle, shaking my head in feigned disbelief.) Speak for yourself! 

RUSSELL: (I pick up  my wine, my other hand on my chest, protesting my innocence through a grin.) Was I talking about chocolate?

KIRSTEN: (Sending you a little wink, my voice light again, close to normal) No, we were talking about one track minds.... Speaking of which... Aren't you due for a cigarette?

RUSSELL: [My eyes giggle at you as I sip, then I lean back, one elbow on the low wall.]

RUSSELL: You think you know me pretty well, doncha? Got me sussed, have you?

KIRSTEN: (I take a sip and finish off my glass of wine, my tone is teasing.) Well, I know you like to deny me things I like. 

RUSSELL: [My tone is light and easy, my eyes teasing as I shake my head. With a  nod towards the door I pick up my wine again and hold my hand out for yours.]

RUSSELL: They're inside.

KIRSTEN: (Still teasing) Are you going to feed them to me?

RUSSELL: (chuckling) My cigarettes?

KIRSTEN: (I laugh.) No, don't feed me those. (My tone dips lower)... Feed me ...something else....Something good....Something sweet.

KIRSTEN: [I hand you my wine glass, setting it in your outstretched hand.]

RUSSELL: [I look at the wineglass you have placed in my hand instead of your hand and lick back an amused but amazed grin.]

RUSSELL: Uh huh. (I shake my head in wonder.) C'mon.

RUSSELL: [I lead the way inside with a little tilt of the head.]

KIRSTEN: [I follow... wondering how you'll handle it from here.]

RUSSELL: [I'm thinking as we go that this is all my own damn fault, for having once again being drawn to a beautiful woman who seems dead set on being a challenge.]

RUSSELL: [I move to the bar first, refilling both glasses, curious where you'll settle.]

KIRSTEN: [I look up at the stars through the skylight over the bar area and marvel at the opulent furnishings in here, then, tired of standing, I turn and walk down the steps to the big couch. Kicking off my shoes, I jump onto the big, thick cushions like a little girl.]

KIRSTEN: (With a gleeful laugh) This is nice!

RUSSELL: [The CD is playing a mellow meandering tune, the sax like a rich incense wafting through the air. I balance both glasses in one large hand and pick up a small white box tied with a thin satin purple ribbon with the other.]

RUSSELL: [I come over and set all three items on the table before the couch. On the table there is a low floral arrangement, a few magazines touting the local area, a large cut crystal ashtray, a gold pack of Benson & Hedges Lights and the aforementioned tray of goodies.]

RUSSELL: [I settle comfortably on the couch beside you, not crowding, but as my arm stretches out on the back cushion, you are certainly within easy reach.]

KIRSTEN: (I am kneeling on the couch, enjoying the plush cushions. My gaze catches on the little box and my smile widens.) What's this?

KIRSTEN: [I don't want to grab it, but it's tempting.]

RUSSELL: (My mellow smile begins glittering again.) That... is what good girls get.

RUSSELL: [I sweep a hand back through my hair and can't help smiling at how adorable you are. What a complex woman. Jesus, am I in trouble!]

KIRSTEN: [Since I have permission, I snatch up the box and greedily rip it open. Delicate, expensive chocolate truffles lie like little jewels inside the velvety box. I look up at you, speechless again. Twice in one night, you have rendered me speechless. As I lean forward on my knees to reward you with a little kiss, I get off balance. The cushions shift under me and I fall into your arms. The box spills its contents onto your shirt.]

RUSSELL: [I giggle, my arms and hands moving in all directions, trying to save you, save the chocolates, save my shirt.]

RUSSELL: (I start giggling as I try to catch you without mashing the choccies between us) Ooopsie poopsie!

KIRSTEN: (I am aghast at my clumsiness.) Oh no! 

KIRSTEN: [A chocolate goes down my dress.]

RUSSELL: [My eyes follow it, then I snicker as they come back to yours.]

RUSSELL: That one's mine.

KIRSTEN: [This confuses me more and I start to fall off the couch altogether]

RUSSELL: (I grab at you, just managing to catch you around the waist before you hit the floor.) Whoa, Nellie!

KIRSTEN: (I recover slowly , righting myself, pulling myself up on your arms. I can feel the truffle slipping down my body under my dress. I start laughing.) You'll have to come find it first!

RUSSELL: (I'm trying to catch and calm you and stop laughing all at the same time as I ease you down against my chest) Promise?

RUSSELL: [My brow arches high over my grin. My turn to call the challenge.]

KIRSTEN: [I struggle to my feet with difficulty. Without a hint of self-consciousness, I shake my dress until the chocolate drops to the floor between my bare feet.]

KIRSTEN: (I look into your eyes suggestively, licking my lips.) Come and get it.

RUSSELL: [I cut a sideways glance to you as my tongue snakes out over my lower lip. ...What the hell?! I'm ready to play.]

KIRSTEN: [I'm a little breathless from the tussling. From feeling the masculine, coiled strength of your arms that so easily caught me from falling.]

RUSSELL: [I roll to my knees on the floor, the last of the chocolates falling around me as I land with hands on either side of your bare foot. All I'd have to do is look up and I'd see straight up your shift.]

KIRSTEN: (From my height, I look down at you, making no attempt to pull my dress and block your view. The sight of you on your hands and knees like a powerful animal humbled by want is incredibly arousing, and when I find my voice, my tone is low and husky.) Come... and... get... it.

RUSSELL: [I take a deep breath. I'm aware that you feel powerful above me, and rather than handing over the submission you're expecting, I'm about to show you that I've retained my power all along - the power of sexual dominance.]

RUSSELL: [I lean down low on my hands, my breath warm against your toes a moment... and then my mouth finds the inside of your ankle.]

RUSSELL: [My lips graze over your skin, warm, a little wet, moving in a slow circle, letting my beard tickle you a little.]

KIRSTEN: (I close my eyes, feeling drawn into your sexual aggression. Feeling myself weaken.) Mmmmmmm.

RUSSELL: [I angle my head, drawing my soft, tickly mouth up the curve of your finely muscled calf, as the other moves to cradle the back of your heel, my lips slow and unhurried. Every inch of you is a pleasure.]

KIRSTEN: [I am enjoying watching you on the floor between my legs, working your way up. My legs are feeling weak but I will them to lock into place. A warmth spreads over my body and I feel a wetness between my thighs as your lips, soft and warm, work their magic.]

KIRSTEN: Mmmm... Rrrusselll.

RUSSELL: [My lips drag against your skin, my breath leaving moist heat.]

KIRSTEN: [I lean over a little and tangle my hands in your hair, stroking your soft and shiny locks. Your hair is so long. A wayward lock keeps falling over your face as you work on my leg.]

RUSSELL: [I turn my head to reach your left leg as my right hand closes over the foot of the same, warm and caressing a little, as my tongue tastes the sensitive flesh behind your knee. Your hand in my hair does not hamper me... if anything, it seems encouraging.]

RUSSELL: Mmmm. (I nibble lick bite a tiny kiss in the soft rounded hollow.)

KIRSTEN: [Every circle of your mouth spirals excitement upward, up my body to between my legs... ]

KIRSTEN: [I am having difficulty keeping my legs locked. There is a conflict between the rigidity of standing, and the softness you invite in my body...Every inch you come up my leg makes the want between my legs increase.]

RUSSELL: [I move back to your right leg for a little nip of your inner thigh, just below the hem of your skirt. I bite hard enough to make your leg flinch but not mark you, then soothe the spot with my swirling tongue.]

KIRSTEN: [I jump a little at your love bite and it makes me dig my nails into your scalp a little.]

RUSSELL: [My big warm hands caress up the backs of your legs, moving over your lean sculpted calves and thighs like I'm caressing a statue, a precious work of Art.]

KIRSTEN: [Every inch you move upward makes my skin crave your caress, your firm stroke.]

RUSSELL: [I lean back on my heels just a little, then lean in again to press my face between the tops of your thighs, nuzzling a kiss to your mound through the fabric of your dress.]

RUSSELL: Mmmmmm.

RUSSELL: [One hand moves up to knead your firm round glutes through your skirt. I can tell by the way my hand moves so smoothly that your cheeks are, again, bare.]

KIRSTEN: [I can no longer stand when I feel you touch me there. I slowly sink to the cushions, my legs so slightly spread, looking at you wordlessly, overcome by the passion you've brought up in me.]

RUSSELL: [I reach for your hand, bringing your fingers to my lips for little nuzzling kisses. The front of my trousers are slightly tented.]

RUSSELL: (My eyes move to yours and there is heat burning there.) Come to bed.

RUSSELL: ....Let me make love to you, Kirsten.

RUSSELL: [I tug gently on your fingers, willing you to move with me.]

KIRSTEN: [Your desire is etched into every pore in your face, yet this game of foreplay is an exquisite torture that I don't want to let go of too soon. It's been so long since anyone has looked at me like you're looking at me, so long since I've felt this wanted.]

KIRSTEN: (My tone low and breathless.) Feed me a chocolate first.

RUSSELL: [I look ready to eat you whole, but the sounds you're making form into words and sink in, making sense after a moment. I let go of your hand, glancing around for one of the less damaged of the lot. There's a cocoa dusted one by your thigh and I pick it up with a smile as I move up beside you on the couch, one arm wrapping around you to pull you close.]

RUSSELL: [I resist the urge to lay your hand across the growing knot in my slacks, and instead hold the chocolate up for you to see.]

KIRSTEN: [I nod, then open my mouth ever so slightly, inviting you in. I want to be fed from your hand.]

RUSSELL: [I take a little lick, then hold it out towards your lips, teasing you a little with it, rubbing the fine bittersweet cocoa dust across your lush lips.]

KIRSTEN: [I follow the chocolate, chasing it with my tongue and mouth, taking a little nip from it.]

RUSSELL: [Inside is a rich, rosy coloured raspberry creme.]

KIRSTEN: [I swallow my little bite with a smile, then my mouth returns to lap delicately at the treat's pale pink center. My flirtatious gaze finds your eyes and hangs there as I nibble suggestively.]

RUSSELL: [A smile takes up residence in my eyes and the corners of my lips as I watch you nip and lick the rounded treat. Your show of luxurious enjoyment and the shape of the candy has my mind headed for the bedroom again.]

KIRSTEN: [I watch your eyes darken and glitter in the glow of the lamp.]

RUSSELL: Mmmmm. (My tone is low, rich and husky, melted chocolate wrapped in thick velvet, whiskey smooth.) ...Is it good, baby?

KIRSTEN: Mmmmyeah.

RUSSELL: [My eyes narrow like a cat's, full of soft heat as I watch you finish off your treat, angling to pull the last bite from between my fingers.]

KIRSTEN: [I grasp your hand with mine and guide your fingers into my mouth. My tongue licks the last of the cocoa dust from your thick digits, sucking playfully.]

RUSSELL: (Soft, like a low chuckle.) Greedy girl.

KIRSTEN: Only good girls get chocolate.  (I smile a very satisfied smile.)

RUSSELL: [I shift a little in response to the throbbing pulse that seems centred between my legs. I can feel myself unfurling with a slow heat.]

RUSSELL: And ... are you a ... (my lips caress the words) ... good girl, Kirsten?

RUSSELL: [I toe off my black loafers, using my foot to push them under the table.]

KIRSTEN: (My voice purrs honey soaked words as your voice penetrates between my legs again.) I'm verrrry good. 

RUSSELL: [I lean up and capture your chin in my hand, eyes like twin blue flames as they move over your lovely, perfect face.]

RUSSELL: Show me.

RUSSELL: [My mouth closes over yours with a thick warm hunger, my tongue slipping greedily into your mouth, tasting the richness of the lingering chocolate.]

KIRSTEN: [You taste of wine and cigarettes. Your tongue feels familiar now, familiar and searching. At first, I allow your exploration but then my tongue responds, stroking yours invitingly. My hands move up to stroke your big forearms, feeling you hold me.]

RUSSELL: (From low at the back of my throat...) Mmmmmm.

RUSSELL: [My jaw rocks a little, taking the kiss to a new, deeper angle. I wonder if you can taste my desire as my tongue grapples with yours in a tangled dance.]

KIRSTEN: [I want you so much...the feel of your tongue in my mouth makes me want to take off all my clothes. I taste a sweetness in your mouth, a wanting, an urgency.]

RUSSELL: [My lips leave yours to take a big mouthful of the soft flesh under your jaw and the brushing friction of my whiskers contrasts with the warm softness of my mouth moving over your skin as I leave a trail of hunger down the side of your throat.  One hand slips around to curl over the mound of your breast, caressing you against my palm.]

KIRSTEN: [I ache with want as I feel your hand touch my breast.] 

KIRSTEN: (weakly) Ohhhhh.....Russselll... 

KIRSTEN: [My hand remains on your forearm as yours explores my breast. I feel your arm muscles contract under your skin as you touch me.]

KIRSTEN: Russselll... Russell... make love to me...

RUSSELL: [My lips move up and down your throat leaving chains of light bites and kisses. Words like dinner and cigarettes are things I no longer understand. All that remains is heat, the maddening aroma of your perfume and the taste of your skin.]

RUSSELL: (I weave a trail to your ear, breathing through the kisses.) Kirsten, yessss.

KIRSTEN: [My hunger and need rise. I need more. I want to go to bed with you. Now.] 

RUSSELL: [I feel your hands tighten on my arms, nails pressing a little through my sleeves as your desire becomes more urgent. Pulling back to take in your eyes, I can clearly see your need, like an urgent plea.]

KIRSTEN: [My eyes are dazed and unfocused with my desire. With difficulty I try to focus on you.]

RUSSELL: (I unwrap from you, reaching for your hands.) Come.

RUSSELL: [I move to my feet, stepping backwards, pulling you with me.]

KIRSTEN: [I rise and move with you, easily, willing to be led.]

KIRSTEN: [The act of moving clears my head a little and my eyes move over you noting a large bulge in your pants and a flush on your cheeks.]

RUSSELL: [I move back, pulling you with me, my eyes on you, always, not even wavering when I step on and crush one of the truffles.]

RUSSELL: [We move up past the antique desk, and I guide you without looking to the three low steps that lead up to the master suite.]

KIRSTEN: [In a semi daze I follow you.]

RUSSELL: [I let one hand go only long enough to reach back for the scrolled door handle, pushing it open and pulling you through with me.]

KIRSTEN: [I look around. This is your bedroom. I allow myself only a quick glance at the opulent surroundings before I focus in on the big bed with a brass bedstead interwoven like vines. ]

RUSSELL: [Too late, I think of all the things I'm supposed to ask you, papers I should have most likely asked you to sign even before inviting you here. You're here now, that's all that matters. Here in my arms, your body warm and close and wanting.]

RUSSELL: [I step up behind you as you look at the bed, kissing the back of your neck, brushing back and forth, rubbing myself against you lightly.]

KIRSTEN: [The bed looks so inviting, full of pillows and bustles. I feel you against me, your hard-on brushing and growing against my ass.]

RUSSELL: Mmmm, Kirsten.

RUSSELL: [My hands slip around your front, pulling you back against me.]

RUSSELL: I want to savour every inch of you, darlin'.

KIRSTEN: (I sigh and my eyes close, taking in the experience of being enveloped by your big arms.) Huhhhhhhhh... Russell... 

RUSSELL: [My body nudges yours towards the bed, fingers clutching a handful of your skirt, rucking it up a bit in my fist.]

KIRSTEN: [I freeze when I feel you grab my skirt, wishing you would rip it off me, wanting my clothes completely off, wanting you to be overcome by passion and desire.]

RUSSELL: [I press up against you again, letting you feel my need as I guide us forward with slight nudges of my body against yours.]

KIRSTEN: [I move towards the bed, hesitating before I get on. So many thoughts flash through my mind, the thoughts of a woman about to be bedded. It seems so final to be coming to your bed. I didn't mean to just fall into bed with you. I feel like a wanton. I wonder if you'll think of me as an easy woman. Wonder if you'll like my body. Wonder if you'll ever call me again after this. Hating myself for my uncontrollable desire. I meant to keep the upper hand, but so quickly you turned the tables on me.]

RUSSELL: [I feel your resistance and cease pushing. I do not, however let you go, not even a millimetre. My mind searches for the source of your hesitation, and as my eye falls on the bedstand, I think I've got it figured out. The solution is in the drawer, a fresh unopened box.]

RUSSELL: (My lips caress your ear.) Shhh, no worries, darlin', I'll take good care of you.... I've got everything covered.

KIRSTEN: (A whisper.) I know, Russell. I trust you completely.

RUSSELL: [I nudge you towards the bed again, using my body to turn yours, my arm slipping around your back to gentle you towards the cushions.]

KIRSTEN: [I sink back into the bed as if into a dream. A Russell dream. I lie back... languidly... feeling so sensual... every sense heightened as I see you taking charge of the situation. I push my doubts away.]

RUSSELL: [I move over you, untucking my shirt as I brace above you, my mouth descending for more hungry kisses.]

KIRSTEN: [My fingers help you untuck, encouraging you even as I tilt my face up to accept your mouth.]

RUSSELL: [As I feel your hand take over, mine is freed to search for a way to release you from your dress in the guise of caressing you through the fabric.]

RUSSELL: [I've been imagining what it will be like to finally have your fine, strong, feminine body revealed to me, to feel your breast in my mouth, taste the nectar between your legs. The moment of revelation is finally at hand, and my excitement grows, sending waves of heat throughout my body, further thickening my already hard bolt.]

KIRSTEN: [I begin unbuttoning your shirt from the bottom up. I get two buttons unbuttoned and then cannot resist lightly caressing the hard bulge in your pants. I am alarmed by the size of it. Perhaps it's your position that makes it seem so large? I move off it and continue on with the buttons, finding it harder to concentrate. A shivery excitement courses through my body, stronger than anything before now, as I anticipate seeing you naked, touching you, licking your body.]

KIRSTEN: [Finished with the buttons, I weakly push at the fabric of your shirt; in my position I cannot pull it off you.]

RUSSELL: [It's all I can do not to rip the damn shift off you... but then my fingers encounter the hard little spine of your zipper. I catch the pull and draw down slowly.]

KIRSTEN: [I feel you unzipping my dress and this makes me shiver more as waves of excitement roll over my body. I turn a little to allow the zipper to come down all the way.]

RUSSELL: [I lean down to taste the flesh that is newly revealed as the fabric parts, then back again, pulling you up gently to undress you.]

RUSSELL: [Every part of my body feels hard and alert with want of you, even my nipples are tight pebbles pressed to the ribbed fabric of my singlet.]

KIRSTEN: [I feel the dress pull slowly away from my body, revealing what is underneath. For a moment as the dress passes over my head I am blinded and I wonder what you see.]

RUSSELL: [I sit back a little letting my eyes take you in with a slow glance that lingers over your body like a touch. My god, so fine, so beautiful, the long lines of your legs rounding to the perfect rise of your hips, the slender narrow waist.... my eyes travel up....]

RUSSELL: [... your skin so smooth, like sun warmed silk, the roundness of your small breasts, sized to fit into my hands perfectly. Your nipples tight and hard, dark and thick like sweet berries, begging to be kissed and sucked and licked, and yes, the left one is pierced by a small silver ring closed by a bead. Immediately, my mouth craves your breasts, wanting to play with your exotic body jewelry, yet my eyes travel on, taking the rest of you in.]

RUSSELL: [Your arms are lean, sculpted, hiding a strength in their fluid shape, your neck, too, begs for my lips.]

RUSSELL: My god, luv, you're fuckin' gorgeous.

RUSSELL: [I do not sound surprised, oh no, more like the sight of you is a dream confirmed. Your dress slips from my fingers like water, slithering to the floor.]

KIRSTEN: [Watching your eyes widen a little as they move over my breasts, I feel my nipples tighten. They are meant to be looked at, desired, and my piercing only enhances this fact, keeping the nipple permanently erect.]

KIRSTEN: [I see you take in the fact that the ridge of my ribs creates a beautiful slope into my concave, smooth belly. I am proud of my belly; I work hard to keep it looking like this. I am lucky enough not to have any stretch marks from childbirth. My skin is unmarked and smooth like a 25-year-old's.]

KIRSTEN: [As your appreciative gaze continues to stroke over me, instinctively I close my legs a little, not to disinvite, but quite the opposite. I crave the feeling of being pried open by your hands, your mouth, your thigh...]

KIRSTEN: [I writhe a little on the bed. Writhe in the beautiful feeling of being almost naked on a desirable man's bed, ready to be bedded. Writhe in the secure knowledge that you want me and find me most desirable, too.]

RUSSELL: [I sit back on my knees, hands quickly finishing what yours began, shucking off my chocolate stained shirt. When I lean down over you, my cross slides from the collar of my singlet to swing lightly as my lips graze down the curve of your throat brushing heated breath across your collar bone.]

RUSSELL: [One hand slides up, caressing from the curve of your thigh to the dip of your waist as my lips lower, allowing my tongue to drag between the valley of your breasts as a little moan escapes.]

KIRSTEN: [My hands travel under your undershirt to explore your warm skin and the soft fur encircling your belly button. I move up to your chest, finding the prize of your nipples, erect and sensitive as I brush over them]

RUSSELL: [My stomach tightens even as my sides heave with my short, quick breathing.]

KIRSTEN: [My hands tangle in your hair, encouraging you, urging you on.]

RUSSELL: [I nuzzle towards your nipple, using my lips, my fur, my breath - everything to tease your skin. When I reach my target, I paint a little circle around your nipple with light flicks of my tongue.]

KIRSTEN: [My breathing is harder now, little gasps of pleasure between pants for air.]

RUSSELL: [I flick at your turgid little tip, then blow softly, watching your skin tighten even more.]

KIRSTEN: [I arch instinctively as you play with my nipple, my heels digging into the covers.] 

RUSSELL: Mmm. (I smile at your reaction.)

KIRSTEN: [I watch your shiny hair shimmer over my skin as you kiss and lap at my nipple. Your hair has fallen all over your face. My fingers comb into your dark locks, smoothing them back so I can watch you suckle me.]

RUSSELL: [I lean in again and paint your breast with slow wet swirls of my tongue, loving the sweet salty taste of your flesh as I continue to feast on you.]

RUSSELL: [My mouth opens wide, and my eyes move up to meet yours as I take in as much of your breast as I can manage, weighing your firm roundness against my tongue as my mouth pulls harder....]

KIRSTEN: Ohhh... Russell... I love that...

RUSSELL: [... closing down slowly as I draw back, creating a tugging suction as I pull, my mouth wet and hot on you...]

KIRSTEN: [Your beard tickles my breast, heightening its sensitivity to your touch like a thousand little fingers toying with my skin]

RUSSELL: [... working my way to your hard tip, sucking harder as I feel your ring between my lips... my eyes soften in pleasure as I suckle and tease, brushing my tongue over your tight tip as I nurse, not as a baby, but as a hungry lover. ]

RUSSELL: Mmmmm.

KIRSTEN: [As your teasing and suckling increases, so does my need. I want you to bite me, to be rougher with me as my desire reaches a different place.]

KIRSTEN: Ohhhh... baby....

KIRSTEN: [My back arches, pressing me wantonly against your mouth.]

RUSSELL: [My other hand has found this breast's mate and is teasing and pulling.]

KIRSTEN: Mmmmm...

RUSSELL: [I pull back a little more, catching your nipple ring between my teeth, pulling gently.  You gasp and your nails dig pleasantly into my scalp, sending shivers down my spine, so I tug harder, pulling the ring taut enough to stretch your skin, watching your eyes, gauging your reactions, wanting it only to hurt so good.]

KIRSTEN: [As you get a little rougher, I watch you... our eyes meet... my eyes are wide, not with pain but at the pleasure you are giving me... sensations roll all over my body. I feel my wetness flowing, slicking my thighs]

KIRSTEN: Ohoh oh! 

RUSSELL: [I am angled half over you, braced on the bunched muscles of my bent left arm, the hand of which has slipped under you, fingers curling lightly around your shoulderblade.]

KIRSTEN: (I am husky, left breathless by your sensual teasing.) ...Oh yeh...

KIRSTEN: [I reach down to pull your tank off. I want to feel your naked chest on me.]

RUSSELL: [My right leg presses lightly between your knees as I lean back to help you free me from my singlet. By necessity, my mouth lets go of your breast, but my hungry eyes look ready to resume the meal.]

KIRSTEN: [I toss the undershirt away and look at your magnificent chest, manly, strong, muscled... your wide shoulders which have on previous meetings been hidden under your shirt...the coarse hair, the cross dangling around your neck. You are like sex personified, and if I had any doubt of your desire for me, the proof is straining against the fabric of your trousers.]

KIRSTEN: Oh baby, let's get you out of those clothes.

KIRSTEN: [I reach to fumble with your pants button, hoping you'll help me. Looking at you a little helplessly.]

RUSSELL: [I look down at my tented slacks and then back to you with a grin. A moment later, I push back, moving reluctantly away from you, backing towards the edge of the bed.]

KIRSTEN: [My gaze follows you as you move. I want to watch you take off your pants. I want to witness the moment when you are proudly revealed in all your masculine glory.]

KIRSTEN: [I continue to lie back, arranging myself artfully to make my body look delectable, enjoying the thickness I see at your waist, finding it... manly. There is simply no other word for you, the way you hold yourself, the rich masculine power that seems to roll off of you in waves.]

RUSSELL: [I sit on the edge of the bed, pull off my socks, then move to my feet, undoing the button on my slacks and grinning a little as I pull down the fly over the tight rise beneath. I seem entirely unselfconscious at the softness of my belly.]

RUSSELL: [The heat in my eyes remains fully stoked by the sight of you nearly nude, displayed like a sumptuous feast. I lower my trousers and step out of them, leaving only a light gray pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs that do little to hide the shape of what is etched beneath.]

KIRSTEN: (An idea comes to me. My tone is soft, my smile an invitation.)  Russell.... leave your, umm, briefs on for me. I want to tease you a little.

RUSSELL: [My eyes glitter at you as I move back to the bed, eager to play more of our sensual games.]

KIRSTEN: [I pat the bed beside me to coax you to lie back.]

RUSSELL: (Through a teasing hint of a smile.) As you wish.

RUSSELL: [I lie back with my head on the pillows, chin tucked to watch you, eyes glittering with curiousity, wondering what you'll do, how you'll make good your promise to tease me.]

KIRSTEN: [I start at your chest, nibbling and lapping at one nipple while I gently caress the other with the flat of my palm. Slowly, with little bites and kisses, I work my way down the golden brown trail of hair that leads to your belly button and my tongue flicks lightly, gently inside it. My body is arranged so that my breasts are on either side of your erect cock, which is warm, hard and feels huge. I rub against it as I continue to lick and kiss your abdomen area.]

RUSSELL: Ssss... hhhooohh... mmmm.... luv.

RUSSELL: [My back arches as you tease me, and I crook one arm back behind my head, tilting to see you better.]

KIRSTEN: [I notice your arm is back behind your head, and with a start I see your silky armpit hair exposed. It's all I can do not to stop what I'm doing and go explore it. Your hair spreads from its hollow bed like a Chinese fan, inviting, attractive. No doubt there is a secret, personal scent hiding there, your personal scent magnified. Despite the temptation your softly furred hollow seems to invite, I return my attention to the joyful task of pleasuring you.]

KIRSTEN: [My tongue snakes inside the waistband of your Calvins, just a little. The pressure of the elastic band on your cockhead is no doubt a tease, but I don't touch it quite yet... not with my tongue. I lick all around it until I know it's aching almost painfully to be touched.]

RUSSELL: Hooh... god... (low soft grunt)... ssss... Jesus.

KIRSTEN: [Still I don't touch you there. I work my tongue deeper inside your briefs, feeling your hair coarsen and thicken as my mouth follows the trail. Carefully I avoid your hardon with my tongue even as my nose fills with the musky scent that rises from between your legs.]

RUSSELL: [My stomach tightens expectantly and my hips shudder lightly with the effort to stay on the bed.]

KIRSTEN: [I nudge your cock with my cheek. Nudge it and push it, rubbing my cheek over it, teasing it, putting pressure on it.]

RUSSELL: [My legs flex tight under you, my hand a fist behind my neck.]

RUSSELL: Jesusyesluv.

KIRSTEN: [I move onto the other side, giving you the same treatment. Tongue up and down your abdomen, keeping away from your straining erection, keeping you inside your briefs, keeping up the pressure of the fabric on you.]

KIRSTEN: [I nudge you from this side, a little roughly, with my cheek. My soft cheek nuzzles and rubs against you.]

RUSSELL: [My free hand wanders down to rest lightly on your hair, not guiding, but needing something to hold onto.]

RUSSELL: (Low rough and husky but clearly with admiration, not a complaint.) Fffuckin' tease.

KIRSTEN: [Your words make me want to smile, but instead, I open my mouth and run my teeth up and down your shaft through the fabric. It's now that I get a good feel for your full length. You must be ten inches! For a moment, my belly tightens nervously, I'm built small and don't know how the hell I'm going to manage your length, but for now I just keep going.]

RUSSELL: Awww... dahhlin'... Fffuck yehhhh.

KIRSTEN: [I move down between your thighs and push your boxer brief legs up as far as I can. My tongue snakes from this end under the fabric, teasing you, licking your thick curls but still not touching your cock. I know this is going to drive you insane with desire - the desire to be touched.]

RUSSELL: (My hips hitch tightly as my thick fingers tangle in your shiny dark hair.) Mmm, yehhh, Kirsten....

KIRSTEN: [My tongue ever so lightly licks just a tiny bit at the side of your balls, just a little teasing touch or two, almost as if it were an accident.]

RUSSELL: [My legs go wider on the bed as I writhe.]

RUSSELL: Fuuuck, woman... jaysus.

KIRSTEN: [I lick underneath your balls, around them, stretching the fabric as far as I can.]

RUSSELL: [I look down, see the wet spot over my head on the front of my briefs, see your beautiful face nuzzling between my legs and my head falls back, neck arching with a low groan.]

KIRSTEN: [I move back to the top and find your smooth cockhead is now jutting out the top of the waistband, slick and shiny with your juices.]

RUSSELL: [My fingers grasp behind me for the bedhead. I capture a handful of brass vine and hold on, chin on my chest as I feel you move towards my dark throbbing knob. I need your touch almost, but not quite badly enough to beg.]

KIRSTEN: [I push the fabric down on either side of you to increase the pressure while teasingly, lightly licking at your head. I know full well that you're dying for me to suck for all I'm worth, but all you get are little wet cat licks as I lap at your juices greedily, cleaning your dark, glistening head then licking at your slit as fresh beads of moisture appear.]

RUSSELL: [A long moan like a chuckle, rough and low at the back of my throat... unbelievable torture...but oh, so sweet! ]

RUSSELL: Yehhhh darlin'... mmmm... that's it baby... lick me.

RUSSELL: (My tone caught somewhere between velvet and gravel as I watch you.) Do I taste good?

KIRSTEN: (I look up from my meal, my voice a husky purr, licking at the corner of my grin and nodding.) Mmmmm. Sweet like milk.

KIRSTEN: [Just as you are hoping that I'll reveal you in all your glory, I stretch the fabric up to cover you, a difficult task because your huge hardon has grown past the waistband.]

KIRSTEN: [My eyes meet yours for a moment as I smooth the soft jersey over your straining cock, then I fall onto your shaft, biting and sucking at it through the fabric. My open teeth take hold of you, teasing and tugging lightly, and I nudge you roughly with my mouth, up and down the length of your tool.]

RUSSELL: Ohhhhhhsshiit, Kiiiirsten... ! (I don't know whether to come or go blind.).

KIRSTEN: [Finally I give you some relief, pulling your boxers off your hips with a smug little smile. I can't help savoring my power over you just a bit.]

RUSSELL: [I lift my ass off the bed, willing you to peel them away completely.]

KIRSTEN: [I pull them off and toss them aside, then fall onto you again, this time your skin is bare and completely sensitized from my teasing. I flatten my tongue and lick you from the bottom of your balls, all the way up your shaft. You have a beautiful cock, like ivory pink marble, hard as a rock, throbbing, proud.]

KIRSTEN: [As I go to work on you, my eyes look up and catch yours.]

RUSSELL: [I moan pleasure low in my chest, soft purrs and husky hisses of approval. My free hand strokes your soft cheek encouragingly, wanting more, wanting your mouth all over me.]

KIRSTEN: [I take your dark cockhead in my mouth, at first very lightly mouthing you, not sucking you, making you wait even longer. I lap at your head, feeling the sweet ridge, licking in a circle culminating in your tiny weeping slit.]

KIRSTEN: [I make your head very wet and then start to work down onto your shaft. I take you in my hands. Even with each hand holding you in my fists, there is plenty left over to suck at the top.]

RUSSELL: [My eyes blaze dark heat at you, watching you savour my thick proud cock like a sweet treat.]

RUSSELL: Yehhh, darlin... mmm... so good... oooh Kiiirsten, ... so fuckin good, luv.

KIRSTEN: [Now I start sucking in earnest, holding you firmly in my fists, milking you into my suckling mouth.]

RUSSEL: God yes... hhhoohhyehh... like that, yeh baby, just... like... that...mmm.

RUSSELL: [I start to pant harder, my fingers tangle in your soft dark silky hair for purchase.]

RUSSELL: Hhhoohhyehhh... fuck yessss.... Fuck me with your mouth baby.. hhhuhh... just like I like it.

KIRSTEN: [I feel your hips start rising and falling with the rhythm of my sucking. I use my tongue to guide you as I suck. You are at the mercy of my mouth.]

RUSSELL: [I am panting open mouthed now, harsh breathy exhalations that more often than not end in a small grunt or moan of pleasure.]

RUSSELL: Ohhh yessss... oh god... I could cum like this... cum in your mouth.

KIRSTEN: [I ease more of you into my mouth, opening my jaws as wide as I can to accommodate your ample girth, relaxing my throat muscles so I can get you deeper inside me. The rhythm that I started is slowly being taken over by you.]

RUSSELL: [I wet my lips, swallowing hard, panting through a snarl of pleasure as you work me deeper into your throat.]

KIRSTEN: [I begin moaning in my throat, urging you on as I take you down as deeply as I can. You are slick, sliding easily in and out of my mouth as I noisily suck on you.]

RUSSELL: [The hand behind my head grips the brass like it's my only anchor. I'm getting close, so close, so wonderfully, unbearably close...]

KIRSTEN: [My hands work your shaft in concert with my mouth.]

RUSSELL: Oooohhhh fffuuuucck... yeh, yeh... mmm... hohyeh... ohhh.

RUSSELL: [My heavy balls roll tight between my tense, straining legs.]

RUSSELL: Yehhhh ...mmm.... yehhh. 

RUSSELL: Oh luv, ooohh...

KIRSTEN: [I feel your hand tighten on my head, guiding me instinctively as your movements quicken.]

KIRSTEN: [I moan in my throat as I feel you near coming.]

RUSSELL: [My eyes narrow as I take in your mouth stretching wide to accommodate me as my slick hard cock pumps in and out. The low moans rise in time with my urgently hitching hips.]

RUSSELL: Uuhhh.... uuuuhhhh....ssssss.. oooh. .... ooohhhh... hohyehhh!

RUSSELL: [My body arches tight, my fingers knotting a fist in your hair as my body arches and jerks, a moan caught in the back of my throat.]

KIRSTEN: [My mouth feels your cock tighten and momentarily you stop pumping as the milk works its way from your balls up through your cock, then explodes into my mouth in spurts.]

RUSSELL: Hhhuh... hhhhuhhhh...oh! Hohfuck! Yes. ... Ho! HUH! HUH! HUH!

RUSSELL: [My face pulls into a tight grimace of pleasure which becomes a sharp bark of a moan as I pulse in your mouth.]

RUSSELL: Huh!

KIRSTEN: [I wait for your hitches to subside and then quietly swallow your delicious gift.]

RUSSELL: [My body goes slack under you as I pant softly, a low rough purr of a sigh deep in my chest as I settle. My fingers untangle from your hair, a small smile gracing my lips as I stroke your cheek.]

KIRSTEN: [I lap up the last remaining drops greedily then release you gently, lying your lovely cock back on your stomach.]

RUSSELL: [My eyes are soft, happily dazed as I watch you through a slightly dopey smile.]

RUSSELL: God, you're incredible.

KIRSTEN: [I crawl up beside you to lie in your arms.]

RUSSELL: [I wrap you into my embrace, the grin refuses to leave my lips.]

RUSSELL: (I stroke back your hair.) Y'know what?

KIRSTEN: (I smile back.) Whaat?

RUSSELL: (Grinning wider.) We're just gettin' started.

KIRSTEN: (A giggle.) Good thing, 'cuz now you owe me.

RUSSELL: (With a little bubbling chuckle.) Oh do I?

KIRSTEN: Yeh! Like dinner, for instance!

RUSSELL: (My brow arches high at that, my grin pressing deep dimples into my furry cheeks) Don't tell me you're hungry? ...(Giggling more)... Y'just ate!

KIRSTEN: (Pressing back a wry grin.) I'm not on a liquid diet!

RUSSELL: No? (Nuzzling a kiss under your jaw.) Reckoned that's how y'kept so fucking gorgeous.

RUSSELL: [I'm still grinning, the kiss is warm, playful and friendly, but there's no way I'm going for your lips just now. I have no desire to taste myself there.]

KIRSTEN: (Your body feels so warm against mine. Your arms, so protective. I stretch luxuriously against you as I feel your lips on my neck.) Mmmm....

 

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