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Honeysuckle
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After you leave in the morning I go to Maria’s. There I get my hair styled and have a facial, massage, the works. Maria’s assistant Kylie does my French manicure, slowly painting my nails the way that you like so much. I have my pudenda waxed – I know how you like to kiss the tender flesh that first day, and I could hardly pretend I don’t enjoy it too. I go home past the boutique lingerie shop on Holland, the one where you bought me my first seamed stockings. I pick out a pale peach babydoll with matching thong and suspender.The short sheer dress has a wide ribbon trim and ties with two bows on the shoulder, while the panties tie at the hips with the same ribbon. The frills and ruffles would be impractical for everyday, but that makes it just perfect for tonight. I pay with your platinum card and go home to continue the preparation.
First things first, I lay on the bed and check that Maria didn’t miss a spot – no, expert as ever. Lying in the warm sun I close my eyes and imagine what tonight will be like. The temptation to masturbate is huge, but I know I should keep myself for you.
I fold down the throw and stand back from the bed. The hot sun is beating through the window on my back – summer has come quickly this year, it’s not quite May but it feels like June. I take myself down to the kitchen and pour a margharita from the jug. So what if it’s 3pm?
This life, this house, I always say to friends that we built it together, but you never seem to be here. I spend every day wandering huge empty white rooms and listening to the whirring air con. White curtains play shadows on the drawing room walls as the French doors circulate zephyr-like breezes from the bay. A white grand piano that neither of us can play stands on the sweeping landing, doing nothing but keeping the cleaner busy. Once we had a party and your cousin, from the Symphony Orchestra, played Tchaikovsky until 4am. It’s like living in an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel.
And yet behind these sleepy days while you work and I sunbathe, our other life waits in the background for us to call upon it. Today I’m arranging the house and myself for another dip into our private ecstasy.
You know nothing of my preparations as you type your emails and memos in your office uptown. You never know until you step into the house and smell my perfume heavy in the evening air.
The mid afternoon is hot and sweaty; I feel a sheen of sweat on my bosom and decide to take a dip. The pool, our biggest addition to this cavernous property, is cleverly hidden behind an arrangement of shrubbery and herbs. The only place it’s visible from is our own bedroom, so I strip there and carry a towel with me to the patio. There I slip on my flip-flops and walk naked through the heavy-scented rose bushes to the pool steps. It’s an infinity pool – as you sit in it the thin far wall appears to vanish so you feel like you could fall right out into the sea beyond.
The mature honeysuckle sheltering me from the neighbours is sweet and heady, and once again I begin to daydream about the night to come. It feels like even the birds are too hot to sing – my isolated world is sweltering, close and silent.
After about 20 lazy laps, I climb out and sit on my favourite lounger, not towelling myself but just letting the water evaporate from my skin. It’s now around 5, and the breeze is picking up again. I feel my nipples stiffen with the unexpected cool and gather my things to go inside. I put on the babydoll and panties, adding white French lace stockings and the white Jimmy Choo’s you bought for my last birthday. Standing in our twin bathroom I arrange my curled hair and apply my makeup – shimmering peach shadow and blush, false lashes and a pale, luscious lip-gloss.
Then I start dinner – oysters with champagne followed by a simple ceaser salad – I know that once you get in your appetite for food will pale in comparison to your other cravings.
As I light candles in the dining room, I hear your car approach up the sweeping drive. I rush to my place on the sofa and pour two glasses of champagne as I hear you turn the door handle. My new panties are already dampening as the reason for all my work comes back to me.
I hear you softly drop your briefcase on the polished parke floor of the hall. You hang up your jacket and walk to the foot of the stairs. From here I can see you gazing at the portrait above the landing – a 10-foot print of Bette Page. You walk slowly up the stairs. Of course, you know I’m not up there. But the thrill of waiting is what makes our nights together so special. After a quick shower you come back downstairs, changed from the sober business suit to a soft linen shirt and slacks. Silently I had you your glass and curtsey, you smile at me with a love deeper than any other feeling I have ever known. I lead you to the table and serve you your food. We eat slowly, in silence; the only sound the crashing waves in the bay and a shifting, classical music too far away to make out.
We have no need for words tonight. Every so often you kiss my hand or squeeze my thigh; these small gestures tell me more than any words. Tonight is for me; you want to please me, to reward me for all my hard work. When you are finished I clear away the plates to the dishwasher and bring another bottle of Veuve Cliquot from the ice bucket.
When I return you have moved into the drawing room. You turn from the French doors as I enter, beckoning me to join you. I stand at your side, hands clasped at my back, ready to begin. Isn’t it a beautiful night, my love? you whisper into my ear. Yes, my darling.
And that it was – a full moon hung huge in the sky, velvety darkness slowly taking over the bright orange sunset which still glimmered over the bay. It could have been minutes or hours that we stood there, gazing at our private sky, enjoying the subtle but all-consuming presence of our love. Time means nothing once you are here with me.
You step behind me and place your strong hands on my shoulders, massaging the nape of my neck. Even after my massage earlier in the day, you always seem to hit a spot they missed. I feel my whole body relax and shrink into you, but I do not turn. Your hands slowly trace down my arms, leaving goosebumps even on this stifling night.
Suddenly my head feels light – perhaps the champagne – and I fall back into your arms. Then the next thing I know I’m in bed, you damping my forehead with a flannel. All the windows are thrown wide and the sound of the sea is louder now, the smell of the honeysuckle stronger too.
You notice I’m awake, and press a finger to your lips. Then you cover my drowsy eyes with a silk scarf. That’s OK, I know I’m safe, I will always be safe with you here to watch over me; and the lack of one sense heightens my attentions to all the other sensations about to overcome me. You slowly undo the bow on my left shoulder, dragging the cool ribbon ends over my flesh making me twitch in anticipation. I always marvel that such mighty hands can deliver such a delicate and affectionate touch.
Next you undo the other ribbon and begin to guide the soft peach chiffon down over my rising breasts. I lift my lower half slightly to allow you to pull it off. I don’t even hear it fall to the floor; the fabric is so delicate.
You did well today, my love, I shall reward you splendidly. Thank you, my darling, I do so love to please you. To know that you are happy is reward enough.
Then I feel your weight on the bed by my feet. Still in my stockings, I guess that you took my shoes off downstairs and carried me here. Your hand lifts my ankle delicately and your mouth encircles my stockinged toe. You suck for a moment, then kiss each toe in turn, run your tongue along the sole of my foot and then nibble softly on my ankle.
Your kisses slowly trail down to the crook of my knee. I can feel a warm moistness between my legs, and it grows as you repeat your ritual to my body with the other leg. Then, you reposition yourself once more and I feel your cool breath on my crotch. I gasp, anticipating the pleasure to come, and a moment later I feel your tongue against my clitoris. This touch, minute and delicate, is almost enough to bring my tense, quivering body to a climax all by itself, but I manage to hold back. Seeing my well-practised resistance, you flick your tongue over me once again; I can imagine the devilish little half smile on your face as I writhe beneath your expert ministrations. Soon you are sucking hard through the chiffon panties, using your tongue to push the fabric into my opening flower, nibbling on my bud and licking me into a whole new realm of pleasure.
A feeling remembered from 10 years in the past tells me you must have slipped an E into my glass earlier, and it both enhances the pleasure and represses my climax, allowing you to build me up to near-painful ecstasy before letting me drop again to the soft linen sheets. I’m going near out of my mind, filling our silent home with cries of sheer pleasure, at once begging you to stop and to suck harder, to reward me and to torture. I am yours completely.
After what seems like an age, I feel you move up next to me in bed. I can barely move, so instead I lie and quiver, concentrating on the pulsing feeling my now-erect clitoris is creating. I feel you kiss my neck and I stretch my head upwards, I love the softer-than-soft feel of your lips and the scratch of your stubble on my collarbone. You murmur your love in my ear, before softly biting my lobe. Slowly you move your kisses over my chest and down to my nipples. I feel you suckle each one, slowly rolling it between your teeth.
Electric signals flow through me and I involuntarily tense and relax, breathing in with each tender bite and out with each release.
As you continue to switch your adorations between each nipple, I feel you tug at the bows on my now sodden panties. Again I lift my hips from the bed allowing you to pull them off. The crotch, pushed between my lips, pulls out with a small sucking sound. I feel your fingers push my lips apart, slowly revolving so they massage my clit with each turn together. Still you kiss and suck on my ample breasts, and your hand had travelled this way enough times to need no eyes. Your middle finger slips into me without the slightest resistance, as you bite down harder on my nipple.
I moan like an animal, thrusting myself onto your hand in unabridged passion. You know I’m ready.
I hear you rise from the bed and suck my juices from your finger. Then you walk to our twin bathroom and remove your clothes, returning with something, which you place on the bedside table. It sounds like heavy glass… the champagne? I feel you kiss my neck again, starting on the other side this time, and slowly you work downwards again, past my breasts, to my belly. I know this is your favourite part of me – a tiny 24-inch waist that makes my petite figure appear even more curvaceous, the perfect hourglass figure. Then I feel it, the cold bubbles on my skin, as you dribble the Veuve between my breasts and down to my belly button, licking it off me with the attention of a cat cleaning her kittens. Slowly it dribbles further and further down, and the first drop on my hot pussy takes me by surprise and I gasp.
You put the bottle down and continue to suck my pussy, more carefully than last time; careful to make sure I am exactly where you want me.
Slowly I feel you move around so that we are on our sides, your head still between my legs, and I reach out taking your beautiful weapon in my hands, guiding it to my mouth. When we first met I had no idea how I would get such a huge tool in my mouth, but much patient practise means I can now not only suck, but deep-throat your wonderful fullness with ease. I begin to do so, and feel your muffled moans as my soft lips touch you for the first time. Every so often I take you out and blow cold air on you, making you twitch with shock and new sensation.
We take our time, exploring with our mouths and tongues, reaching the intimate corners we have found over the years. Your fingers massage my g-spot, I gently tug on your balls as you begin to fuck my face. Holding my head you rock back and forth, a swallow finally bringing you over the edge. I feel your warm semen hit the back of my throat and I moan in pleasure, our voices mingling as you go back to work, redoubling your efforts, and bringing my climax moments after your own.
You take off the blindfold and we look into each other’s eyes – one life, two people, that have truly found what they want from the other.
We fall asleep in each other’s arms, to be awoken by a glorious dawn chorus and the smell of Jani’s fresh coffee in the morning. Another night might go further, might last until first light- sometimes all we do it cuddle up in front of a movie. Knowing that those nights are for us, and us alone, that’s what makes them special.
