Heaven's Gate

I towel dried my hair as I moved back into the bedroom, fluffing the long tendrils with my fingers afterwards. Looking towards the bed, I noticed Marmalade had made himself at home on the end of it. He mewed softly as he stretched his legs forward and out, watching me with those golden feline eyes of his as I made myself comfortable in the chair. Lifting the light green afghan, I covered my legs with it, turned the lamp on by my side, and opened my book to read. I loved to read but just didn't seem to get enough time for it these days. Finding the page where I left off the night before, I let myself become engrossed in its plot...dreaming of the male character within the story. I could certainly use a man like him in my life, romantic, caring...and sexy as hell!

About an hour later I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and laid the novel aside, got up to go to bed and turned out the lights. I was exhausted from a full day. I should sleep well that night. Crawling into bed, pulling the down comforter up to my shoulders, I started to slumber the minute my head touched the pillow.

Two days later at work, my head buried in a list of figures in front of me, I noticed Susan trying to get my attention. Looking up from my papers, I glanced her way. "You might want to pick up the second extension, Melinda," she said. "That's Forrest on the line, wanting to speak to you." It was almost noon anyway so I laid my pen down, punched the button on the phone for the second line and lifted the receiver. As Forrest's warm, friendly voice entered my ear, I began to smile.

"Hi!" He greeted. "I'm about out the door, leaving for a business luncheon. Thought I'd give you a quick call, see if you'd care to swing by tonight and let me fix you a home cooked meal. I put together a mean pot roast. Would that tempt your palette?" Just the thought of it made my mouth water and I told him so. He suggested that I arrive at 7:00 PM and we could eat dinner not long afterwards. After giving me the directions to his place, he said he hated to do it but had to go or he'd be late for his lunch date. He'd see me this evening.

As I put the phone back in its cradle, I spied Susan, her eyes twinkling. She dog-eared the page in the book she'd been reading at lunch break and walked over to my desk. "Well???" She asked me. "Did he ask you out?" I couldn't help but laugh and looked up at her face filled with curiosity. "Yes, he did," I responded "I'm to meet him at his place tonight at 7 PM. He's cooking for me."

Shaking my head slightly, I grinned up at Su. She so desired to see me happy again. And here the dear soul was trying to play matchmaker. "He's a real sweetie, I'll grant you that, but please don't get your hopes up. I'm merely doing his taxes for him and he's trying to show me that he can fix a meal as a bachelor. I'm afraid I teased Forrest unmercifully the other night."

Su lifted herself up and sat down upon the corner of my desk, the folds of her charcoal gray, wool skirt lying softly against her rounded hips and shapely legs, one delicate palm resting on top of the other one in her lap. She always dressed well but simply at work and had worn a white silk, front-buttoned, long-sleeved blouse with her soft gray skirt, small diamond studs in her pierced ears, and a delicate gold chain around her neck. The outfit did what it was created to do. It highlighted Susan's best features, making her look soft and alluring.

She pursed her lips a bit and sighed. Su was a hopeless romantic. I couldn't help but be amused by her small schemes. Switching the topic to our work schedule for the day, she notified me I had no more appointments that afternoon so I decided to take the rest of the day off to get ready for that night. Maybe even get my hair trimmed at the salon and get a manicure.

I didn't get home until around 4:00 that day but felt I looked better for my efforts. I'd had to wait a while for my favorite hairdresser as she'd been busy but she was well worth the wait. She knew how to cut my long, thick, curly hair. Not many did. While waiting for her I got my nails shaped and painted in a bright red. By the time the polish was dry, Beth was ready for me and I sat down in her chair, listening to her cheery chatter about her family and world events. The atmosphere of the small salon was planned out to make the customers relax...large pots of green plants here and there, with the color scheme of cream and pale blue, soft music in the background. As Beth snipped off the ends of my hair to keep it healthy, I let loose of the worries of the day and began to feel my tight back muscles unwind.

Putting my briefcase on the dining room table, I ambled into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door, pulled out the large container of iced tea and laid it upon the counter. After filling a tall glass with it's contents over ice and adding lemon and sugar, I headed towards my bedroom to see what I could find to wear. I wanted to be pleasing to Forrest's eye yet be comfortable for my own pleasure.

I slipped off the shoes I'd worn to work that morning and wiggled my toes into the cushiness of the carpet. After placing the shoes in the rack at the bottom of the clothes closet, I began shifting the garments on the rod with my hand from side to side, hoping to find something to suit my needs for the evening. I then remembered something and dug deeper into my closet 'til I came upon my black leather pants. That should do the trick. They fit like a glove and were fur lined. At the age of 36, my body was still well toned and I looked good in sexy clothes. Men glanced twice my way when I walked by clad in leather. A nice leopard patterned silk blouse would accent the pants and I collected my soft leather, black boots from the rack to finish the ensemble.

Moving over to the drawer where I kept my panties and bras, I chose a purple silk thong so I'd not have panty lines showing, and a sheer silk and lace purple bra. Laying all the clothes aside on the bed, I aimed towards the bathroom for a quick shower. I didn't want to wait 'til the last minute to get ready and be rushed. Afterwards, I wrapped my petite body in a warm robe, my wet hair in a towel and curled up in the middle of the bed for a short nap.

About 5:30 I awoke to something cold and wet touching my nose. My eyelids lifted slightly to find Marmalade brushing his nose against mine, trying to wake me up. He was lonely and wanted some cuddling. Slipping my hands around his belly, I pulled him close to me and rubbed him behind his ears, listening to his gentle purr. My mind wandered to Forrest. I felt attracted to him and wondered what the night held for me beyond a home-cooked meal. Only time would answer that question so I laid Marmie aside on the bed and got up.

My bathroom was well lighted so this was where I always put my makeup on. I much preferred the natural look, taking great care not to overdo, just emphasize what God gave me when I was born. After I brushed my thick mane of hair 'til it shone, I found the bottle of Opium among the others on the countertop and lightly sprayed it between my breasts and thighs. The warm, spicy smell of the cologne would blend well with the aroma of Forrest's pot roast.

Going back to the bedroom, I picked up the leather pants and sat on the edge of my bed. Slipping my bare feet into the fur-lined legs, I tugged them up and over my firm but rounded ass. Standing up, I pulled my tummy in so I could zip them up. They fit me like a second skin and I had to be careful not to let my weight move too far off from my normal 105 pounds or I'd never be able to wear them again. Hooking my bra at the front, I leaned forward to let my breasts fall into the silk, 35B cups and stood back up, pulling my arms through the straps. My tits aren't huge by any standards but I am only 5 feet tall and I don't need big knockers. Men always tell me they like my firm mounds that are a bit more than they can hold in their hands. With my 25-inch waist and 35-inch hips, I am considered petite. I have never minded being small. There are advantages to everything in life, mine being that men like to think they need to protect me. That is okay with me.

I grabbed my blouse and moved over to the long mirror on the inside of my clothes closet. Standing there, I put it on, buttoned it up the front and tucked it into the waistband of the pants. Turning around I admired the effect I made in the mirror. I ran my hands over my leather-clad ass cheeks. Winking at my image, I muttered softly to myself, "Yep, Forrest will like my sexy ass in these." Slipping some white socks on, I pulled on my black, kid leather boots and hunted for a small purse to match my footwear. Finding one, I put the few things I'd require for the evening in it, fluffed my hair with my fingers in front of the mirror and headed for the foyer. It isn't very often we need over coats in Georgia but that week we sure did. It was blustery cold and I made sure I had my coat on before going out the door and locking it behind me.

Atlanta is probably one of the worst places where traffic is concerned, as everyone behind the wheel of a car is certifiable. There are times I truly believe insanity is required just to get your driver's license here. But that night I glided through the rows of cars on the highway without too much trouble and ended up at Forrest's apartment without incident. Having parked my car in a nearby parking lot, I walked into his red bricked building and made my way up to the third floor where he resided. Still shivering from the cold, I gave his door a firm couple of knocks and awaited his arrival.

It was only a moment before I heard footsteps and he opened the door, greeting me with that wonderful smile of his. "Welcome to my humble abode!" he announced with pride. As I stepped across the threshold, I glanced around and was pleasantly surprised to see his place neat and clean. He didn't seem to be one of those men that always have newspapers strewn all over the floor and ashtrays filled with cigarette butts. In fact, now that I thought about it, I'd not seen him smoke. I enquired about it and sure enough, he'd quit the habit a few years before. The apartment wasn't huge by any means but I noticed a fireplace in the living room with a roaring fire. His home looked cozy and he seemed to belong to it well.

Su's friend relieved me of my coat and hung it on a coat tree nearby, waved me into the kitchen where he was putting the final touches on our meal. Ummm, the smells in the room made me hungry. I had forgotten that it had been hours since I'd last eaten a meal. He'd already had his dining room table set with china and silverware plus there was a bowl of flowers in the center with a long, white, tapered candle in a polished brass holder on each side of the bowl. He'd obviously taken much time and trouble to impress me that evening.

I asked if there was anything I could to do to help and he motioned to the refrigerator and asked me to pull out the tossed salad and the condiments while he saw to the pot roast on the stove. He needed to check on the vegetables. My stomach grumbled at me as I saw him pick up the lid and ladle the meat juices onto the roasted potatoes, carrots, celery and onions surrounding the meat. If they tasted half as good as they smelled, I'd be in heaven!

Forrest told me about his day at the office as we moved bowls of food from the kitchen to the dining room. How he was having to do some research about gambling on the Internet for a client. I'd never really thought about things like that and was intrigued. He indicated which plate at the table was mine and pulled out my chair for me. I smiled softly, thinking I could certainly get used to being treated this way fast!

After we worked our way through the scrumptious dinner, he went to the kitchen and had come back with hot apple pie for dessert and steaming cups of HazelNut coffee to go with it. I felt stuffed from so much food but ate some anyway so as not to hurt his feelings. I couldn't believe he was such a wonderful cook. He beamed with delight when I complimented him.

Sitting back in my chair, I sipped my coffee and peeked over the rim of the cup at Forrest in the candlelight. The soft light made him look younger than he really was and I noticed he bore a slight resemblance to the singer, Eric Clapton. I wondered if people ever told him that. He caught me staring at him and grinned. I blushed. Scooting back my chair, I began to clear the table and he joined me in my efforts. It wasn't long before the deed was done and the kitchen was made spotless again.

Forrest warmed up my coffee and we settled ourselves in front of his fire in the living room on the longhaired fur rug he'd bought in South America years ago on one of his business trips. It felt soft and luxurious as I spread my fingers across it when I sat down. I gazed into the flames as he picked up a guitar and strummed a tune. I noticed his scent again and this time asked him what the brand was. There wasn't much I loved more than a good smelling-man and he was just that! It wasn't a strong odor but more of a clean, fresh orange aroma. "Happy" he said. "Huh? What do you mean?" I asked him. The lines at his eyes crinkled as he laughed..."The brand is 'Happy' by Clinique, silly." I laughed too.

I couldn't help but notice how he smoothed his right hand over the musical instrument as if he were stroking a lover's body and I asked if he had been playing it long. His long, lean fingers stroked its base as he told me of his love of music, how he admired the works of many musicians...Bonnie Raitt, Sheryl Crow, Delbert McClinton, Eric Clapton, to mention but a few. His range of interest in types of music was wide too...blues, jazz, hard, guitar rock, even metal. He mentioned he had two sons by a former wife and the youngest played the drums. It seemed they sometimes got together and recorded amateur songs once in a while, Forrest having written the tunes himself. I wondered if there was anything this man didn't do, he was so talented.

Stretching my leather-clad legs out in front of me, I slipped my boots and socks off, lay on my side, propping the side of my head in my right hand as my elbow lay against the fur. My eyelids drifted down as I sighed softly, listening to the musical notes waft in the air around me. My long, brown tresses tumbled around my cheeks as I reclined there, framing my face in the warm glow of the fire. I was the picture of contentment.

I could hear the crackling of the fire as I rolled over onto my tummy, crossing my arms under my face, resting my right cheek on the tops of my hands. The music stopped and I could hear Forrest moving around not far from me, then dropping down next to me. I felt the warmth radiate from his body to mine as he placed his large hands upon my back and gently massaged the muscles there. "Ohhh, don't stop," I moaned. "That feels wonderful."

His hands moved the length of my hair to the left side of my head. He bent down and nuzzling the back of my neck, placed a soft, wet kiss at the nape of it. I shivered as I felt the warm air from his nose touch my skin as he breathed on it. My body has always been ultra sensitive to the touch, the nerve endings so near to the surface. I was in ecstasy as his nimble fingers dug into my shoulders, easing the knots that had built there from the stress earlier in the day.

Leaning forward, his tongue caressed the shell of my right ear as he whispered that he found me so sexy and wanted to make love to me all night long. I groaned deep in my throat. God, this man was really turning me on. I couldn't resist him. His palms ran up and down my sides, his fingers brushing against the edges of my breasts. I couldn't stand too much more of this and squirmed under his sensual stroking. Moving down past my waist, he cupped my firm cheeks through the leather of my pants, chuckling when he saw me wiggle. Separating my thighs, he placed his face between my legs and inhaled deeply of the scent of the leather, making me tremble, thinking of what lay ahead.

He reached for my hips and rolled me over onto my back, pulled my silk, leopard-skin print blouse out of the waistband, then slowly unbuttoned the blouse. My heart began to pound under my heaving breasts. I wanted this man. I wanted Forrest! He looked down at my silk bra, telling me that purple was his favorite color and how erotic he found it. His thumbs touched my nipples through the thin cloth, making them pucker instantly! My back arched as he buried his face between my breasts, cupping one swollen tit in each of his palms. Unhooking my bra from the front, he bared my breasts before his eyes and marveled at the fairness of them, the wide, round, pink saucers surrounding the hard nipples. Licking around the pert nubs, he nipped at each with his teeth, clamping down and tugging them into his mouth. Sweet pain shot straight down to my belly and I squirmed even more under his hands. I just couldn't lie still under this man.

My own hands moved up to his chest and I yanked at the bottom of his sweater, pulling it up 'til I had it over his head. I was on fire! My body craved the feel of skin against skin! Forrest's soft lips sought my own full ones. My arms slipped around his neck as my tongue greedily hunted for his, twirling around it, sucking it into my own waiting cavern. I could feel his heart beating madly against my own, in its age-old dance. With his arms around me, he held me close. I could barely breathe.

His lips left a trail of moisture as he moved down my body. My skin had goose bumps everywhere he touched. I groaned out loud as he flicked the tip of his tongue into my navel, moving my head from side to side. The rays of light danced around us as they flickered from the fireplace, allowing Forrest to search for the opening to my leather pants. Finding the zipper on the side, he slid it down and moved his hands inside the warmth of the fur lining...seeking the treasure between my legs. I opened my thighs wider to help him in this endeavor.

I glanced up at his lean face, saw a smile touch his lips and lust cloud his blue eyes. As his fingers sought and found my pussy lips through the sheer fabric of my silk panties, he drawled softly to me..."I've found heaven's gate." My own dark brown eyes were filled with passion as I whispered back..."You have the key to the lock, please use it, Forrest." I lifted my butt so he could pull the pants off my legs and he tossed them aside. I reached over and undid his belt buckle, drew it from its loops in the waistband of his slacks and unzipped the zipper. "Oh, please take those off now." I begged. He chuckled deep in his chest at my lack of patience but did my bidding. I directed him to also remove his white briefs and they came off too.

My eyes took in the beauty of a male body as only God could have made. I could tell he worked out a lot, as his body was still firm and full of vitality. My right hand extended, my fingers traced a line along his taunt, well-shaped ass. He sat on his haunches and allowed me to admire him for a few minutes before he moved to continue his quest. This was a man very secure with his sensuality and that is extremely sexy to me.

Picking up my left foot, Forrest laid the sole of it against his cheek, leaning into it, placing a kiss there. His right hand moved up my calf, his fingers traveling over the muscles there, up my smooth thigh 'til he reached where it joined my pelvis. Therein lies a sweet tendon and he touched it lightly with his finger pad, allowing his lips to follow. My body thrilled with the passion he was evoking within me. My thighs trembled. I didn't know how much more I could take of this madness...the slow torture. I begged for release but he just smiled.

It seems that Forrest had a panty fetish. And purple ones at that! His eyes gleamed when he saw my shaved pussy enclosed within the confines of my silk thong. Slipping his hand between my legs, he cupped my femininity, rubbing his thumb back and forth across my pussy lips as if in adoration. Bending his head down, he exhaled on the silk 'til it was damp with the moisture of his breath. He grasped my rounded cheeks with both his hands, lifted my legs, placed them on his shoulders and opened his mouth onto my wanting...craving hole. I thought I was going to die, as I was so hot for this man! I was so dripping wet. Juices had started to flow from the opening of my vagina, soaking the silk cloth. I could hear him moan as he inhaled my scent telling me he couldn't get enough of my sexy smell.