Shadow

"Max, would you mind opening a bottle of champagne? I thought we might have a little cheese out on the balcony and sip some bubbly."

She stood close by, two flutes in hand, as I deftly popped the cork and we both watched the little whiff of smoke waft from the top. As the emerging cork made a thudding pop, we both laughed.

"Oh my. I love the sound of champagne being opened," she said with a smile in her voice. "Very sensual," she added softly.

"Indeed it is, especially in such a lovely setting," I continued, "and with such a beautiful lady." I poured the effervescent liquid into our glasses, first one, then the other. She handed me one and smiled, a look of lust and allure fleeting across her expressive face. I got lost in the dark pools of her eyes as she lifted her flute toward mine.

"To a wonderful week and a new friendship," she toasted. "Thank you for everything, Max."

I raised my glass and we clinked softly, then sipped our first taste as we looked at one another over the rims of our flutes. The champagne tasted crisp and flinty and seemed the perfect beverage for the moment.

"Let's go out on the balcony, Max. I think you'll like the view."

I knew I was going to like the view and the hot August night air mixed well with the tangy bubble of the wine. The sun was at a deep slant and bathed the late summer green of the park in a thick amber light. Our perch on the nineteenth floor made it feel like we were on top of the world. The unit was on the southeast corner of the building and felt like our own private aerie. We walked to the corner of the balcony, larger than one might think based on the size of the apartment, and stood, leaning against the solid brick railing.

Kim's skin glowed in the warm evening light and I surveyed her body subtly as we talked and drank. The thin silk of her dress lay against her body as she leaned back against the wall. I couldn't help but notice the lovely rise of her mons as the silk caressed her stomach and thighs and draped itself lovingly over her beautiful mound. I tried not to stare, but I could swear I saw the subtle outline of her labia under the purple silk. She didn't seem to mind my perusal of her assets; in fact she appeared to glory in the attention.

We talked in generalities about life, steering the conversation away from work and the prior week. Perhaps it was the effect of the champagne or the swirling magic of the hot summer evening, but our talk began to drift in a more personal direction. My next question may have had something to do with that.

"So, Kim, do you have anybody special waiting for you at home?" I inquired in a not so subtle manner. She smiled slightly before answering.

"Yes."

"Tell me about him," I requested. She lowered her glass and looked me straight in the eye.

"What makes you think it's a him? And why do you assume it's only one person?"

I recouped from my blunder as quickly and smoothly as I could.

"Sorry. Bad assumption. Tell me about him/her/they," I smiled, as did she.

"Well, I do have a male friend. He's an artist; early forties; Spanish, who I've been seeing for awhile. He's got friends, men and women, who are a part of our group. His name is Alberto." She paused for effect. "And then I have a girlfriend, a lover, who is an aspiring actor, my age, Danish, very lovely," she paused. "You'd like her," she ascertained with a glint in her eye. "Her name is Inga."

"I see," I said coolly as if this is the sort of thing I heard every day of the week. Kim looked at me as if she needed to clear the air.

"Look, Max, I'm very bi, as you may have gathered, and so are my friends. And that leads to, well, all sorts of interesting combinations and adventures. You might say I like," she paused again, "variety."

She smiled at me sensually as she peered over the rim of her flute and took another sip. Our glasses were almost empty, yet again, and I grabbed the bottle to refill. The champagne seemed to be fueling our conversation in a very interesting direction.

"And what about you, Max? I'm sure an eligible man of your good looks and position has no problem attracting women. Or men? Maybe I shouldn't make assumptions either?" she laughed.

"No, I'm hetero through and through, I'm afraid. And a one woman guy; kind of boring I guess."

"I don't think you're boring, Max," she said in almost a whisper.

"Let's just say that since my divorce I've played the field and like it that way. I've got many 'friends with benefits', you might say, to quote an overused phrase."

"Oh, I like benefits," she laughed. "All kinds."

Emboldened by the alcohol and the turn in the conversation I continued to leer at Kim's beautiful face and body. While she had looked great all week, tonight she had a deepening air of sensuality in both her dress and dialogue. I was finding the whole situation incredibly arousing. I couldn't keep my eyes off the gentle uplift of her breasts or the lovely curve of her hips or the gentle protrusion of her mound. I could feel myself thickening as we spoke, but did nothing to hide my own excitement. Kim seemed to be scanning my body as we spoke as well; we were like a mutual admiration society.

"So," she said, ready to pose a question. "You like the view?"

"Oh, yes," I replied. "I've never seen Central Park from this angle. It's extraordinary."

Kim smiled.

"You're a funny man. It didn't seem like you'd even noticed the park. I thought you'd been looking at me."

"Well, yes, that too. You look very lovely tonight, Kim. You're an extremely beautiful woman. It's hard not to stare," I said, rather sheepishly.

"Yes, I noticed the hard part. Thank you. I'll take that," she said with emphasis, looking down at my crotch, "as a compliment." She was grinning from ear to ear.

"I was also admiring your dress, in fact. It's exquisite."

"Why thank you. I designed and made this myself, you know."

"Really?" I said, expressing true surprise. It gave me an opportunity to look at it, and her, unabashedly; my eyes once again drinking in her lithe shape and sensuous curves. This was one seriously gorgeous woman. She moved away from the wall and spun in a slow circle, allowing me to soak in this vision of loveliness.

"Yes. I wanted something appropriate for a really hot summer night; when it's far too hot to wear much more than a dress," she said coolly and seductively, leveling me with her intense gaze. I looked her over again with even more interest, if that was possible.

"You mean that's all you're wearing?" I blurted out, sounding more like a teenager in heat than a sophisticated gentleman.

"Of course, not, silly. I'm wearing heels also. And earrings," she added, tilting her head to let them dangle.

I scanned her body again, totally not caring that she watched as my eyes undressed her. She looked back, bemused by the attention. My eyes came to rest on the lovely apex of where her thighs and belly met in a soft barely hidden mound of delight. I couldn't think of anything intelligent to say, but I knew that Kim was watching my own excitement grow.

"Well, that dress clings to you very nicely, Kim."

"I'm so glad you like it," she said in a purr. "You know I feel like a simple sushi dinner is really not enough of a thank you for the incredible experience you've given me this week. I'm thinking about what else I could give you," she said with a quizzical look.

I waited for her to continue.

"I was thinking that I could," she hesitated, "take you bowling?"

Her eyes crinkled in a smile.

"As long as you were wearing that dress, bowling would be fine. I don't think they'll allow those heels on the lanes though," I added.

"Hmm. You're probably right," she pondered with her finger tapping her lips in deep thought.

"Karaoke?" she continued.

"You know, given the way you're dressed, wouldn't it make more sense to stay in tonight? Don't you have some board games of some sort we could play or a jigsaw puzzle?" I said, taking the joke for a ride.

"I know," she said with a broad grin spreading across her face. She put her flute down and sauntered over to me ever so slowly, touching my chest lightly as she leaned into to whisper something intimate in my ear. God, I loved how she touched and whispered.

"I could give you the best blowjob of your life, Max. How about that?" she queried, her other hand gently palming the prominent bulge now clearly defined in my slacks. "In fact, I think I should get out of this dress to do it. Don't you? It could get kind of messy," she whispered and teased.

She pulled back a little, turned, and asked me to unzip her dress. I did so, ever so slowly unveiling the long sleek lines of her finely sculpted back. She looked over her shoulder with a 'come hither' look and told me to follow her. I placed my empty glass on the table next to hers and followed her across the balcony and back inside. As she crossed the threshold and entered the living room, the straps fell off her shoulders and the silk dress fell in one graceful droop down her body and onto the floor as she stepped out of it and kept walking. She was now naked, except for her heels, and her slender body was everything I had expected. She looked over her shoulder as she continued toward the bedroom, me following like a lost puppy dog.

There was soft music playing and candles that she must have lit before I arrived flickering in the fading light. She walked over to stand between the bed and a huge mirror and turned to face me. I stopped in my tracks, a few steps away, to take in this vision of loveliness. Her small breasts sat high on her chest, in perfect proportion to her exquisite form; their lovely shape highlighted by two small dark nipples that pointed slightly up and away, so pert and fully erect. She had a small tuft of delicate pussy hair, neatly trimmed and very fine.

I whistled under my breath as I took her in, a beautiful vision standing naked before me.

"My God, Kim. You're lovely," I managed to stammer.

"Come here, Max," she implored, pointing to where she wanted me to stand. I realized as I arrived in the chosen spot that our profiles were both reflected in the full-length mirror. I smiled.

"Dad's a little kinky, don't you think?" she laughed.

"Indeed he is. Thank God," I added, as Kim began to undress me slowly. I let her unbutton my shirt and slide it off as I just gazed at the wonder of what was happening. I caressed her face and hair as she unbuckled me, slid my zipper down carefully, and hooked her thumbs into my waistband to lower my trousers and boxers all in one move. I stepped out of them and she tossed them to the side as she knelt before me and looked up at me with her dark brown adoring eyes.

"Oh, Max. It's magnificent," she said, as she placed her hands on the front of my thighs and looked at the raging erection now bobbing rigidly just inches from her face. "Oh, baby, we're gonna have some fun tonight," she cooed quietly from below.

And then she proceeded to do something so simple, yet something I'm not sure I'd ever experienced in all the oral sex I've enjoyed over the years. Her hands slid up my thighs and came together slowly and gently to cup and cradle my balls, almost as if she was taking my cock as an offering. And as she applied just the right amount of pressure, encasing my testicles in the curved palms of her hands, she brought her open mouth over the head of my cock and began to slide the first two inches into her mouth. I'm not sure I'd ever felt such a sensation as she squeezed my balls with just the right amount of pressure and sucked my cock with her warm velvet mouth. It was completely submissive and sexy as hell. I groaned loudly as she began to bob in a long slow rhythm, taking a little more of me with each descent. I felt her tongue swirling back and forth on the sensitive ridge just under the head.

'Oh, Kim," I moaned. "That feels so good, baby."

She pulled off for just a second.

"Better than bowling?" she joked before inhaling me again.

"Fuck, yes," was all I could say in reply.

She used her cupped hands to pull on my balls and, thus, my cock slipped slowly between her warm wet lips. She worked into a steady rhythm and I watched in awe as more and more of my rock hard shaft descended deeper and deeper into her hungry mouth. She was now making moaning noises and sucking with as much saliva as she could muster.

While oral sex at this point in the game is often a prelude to other events, I could tell that this blowjob was a work of art and that I should see it through to completion. She obviously had no intention of stopping and seemed to be totally lost in the moment, as was I. She hesitated for just a second, letting my cock pop out of her mouth.

"I love sucking your cock, Max. I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you; drink you," she crooned so seductively as she inhaled my cock again and began to suck me with an earnestness and intensity that told me we were going for climax now.

They say that blowjobs are more about attitude than technique, but Kim was combining both in equal measure and I felt an orgasm begin to build deep in my core. I wanted to freeze this moment, to enjoy it forever, because I could feel my seed girding up for an eruption to end all. I looked sideways in the mirror and loved the view of our bodies in profile: me crouched slightly to deliver my cock to her; her kneeling and sucking like there was no tomorrow. Such a lovely sight.

I placed my hand lightly on her head, feeling the fine smooth texture of her hair and the motion of her skull as she took me in, all of me, and gagged on my girth. But this didn't stop her; it just spurred her on for more, as my body froze and I looked down at Kim's face, absorbing the entire length and breadth of my cock. I felt the first jolt of my climax wash up through me like a volcanic eruption.

The head of my cock was banging off the back of her throat as I emptied a huge load of cum in her head, filling her mouth with a series of steady spurts. This elicited a loud unearthly moan; a sound that I don't think I'd ever made before. I didn't know where it came from. But I stared at her in awe as I felt my semen squirt and pulse in waves of ecstasy, emptying into Kim's hungry mouth.

Kim slowly withdrew once I'd stopped spasming and as her mouth disengaged from my still pulsing cock, she let out a dribble of thick white cum, allowing it to drool back onto the top of my shaft. She used her tongue to sweep up and back along the length several times, licking up every drop of cream until my cock throbbed and glistened in the afterglow of one of the best blowjobs I could ever remember.

"My, God, Kim. You weren't kidding," I stammered.

"Oh, I never kid, Max. Not about something like that," she added. "Think of it as a little thank you suck."

"Unbelievable. Do you want to shadow me next week? Or the week after that?" I joked, only half kidding.

I helped Kim up to her feet and wrapped my arms around her. She came in close and we kissed deeply. I could taste the remains of my semen, but it was sort of a turn-on, in a way. Our tongues darted and played as my hands slid up and down Kim's backside, enjoying the feel of her smooth slender body.

"Mmm. I like a man who isn't afraid to taste his own cum. That's sexy, Max."

"Well, how about this Kim? How about you lay back and I'll return the favor?"

"You want to eat me, Max? You want to taste my pussy?"

That was a question that needed no answer. I watched as Kim walked several steps to the bed and layed down with her back and ass on the edge of the bed and her feet on the floor. She looked at me with sultry eyes as she spread her legs, ever so slowly, and placed both hands on her upper thighs, framing the view of the sweetest pussy I'd ever seen. While she had a little tuft of finely trimmed pubic hair, her lips were smooth and very delicate. The black hair of her pubes contrasted nicely with the glistening tender pink slit of her cunt. I grabbed a pillow, threw it on the floor between her legs and kneeled down for an appetizer. Who needed sushi?

"Oh, Kim. What a glorious sight, baby," I opined.

I could see her hips undulating in a subtle sway and her hands moved about her thighs, creating an enticing display of flesh. Her lips were open and inviting, a lovely pink color and glistening with arousal. She looked at me with a dirty sultry expression; a look begging for a response. But I wasn't quite sure I was ready to dive in. I wanted to make her wait and want. I needed to take control of the situation.

As she began to lightly touch her clit and moan, I stood tall between her legs, looking down and admiring the view in my own semi-flaccid state. I leaned over, placed my hands on either side of her shoulders and descended to her ear.

"I'm going to eat that lovely pussy, Kim, but I'm going to work my way down from up here," I whispered, "slowly."

"Mmmmm," was her response as I nibbled on her ear and began to gradually work my way down her neck, kissing and nuzzling just below her taut jaw line. I could hear her breathing thicken as I descended toward her upper chest, headed for her tight hard nipples. I pushed up so my face was a few inches above her and blew softly on her protruding breasts. Her nipples strained skyward, begging to be sucked, her body moving with a feline grace like a cat in heat. As I blew on her puckered tips I could feel her body straining to reach my mouth, her nipples needing contact.

But I teased her, breathing on them, blowing softly on them, kissing all around them, until I could feel her back arching. I lowered my open mouth over her distended left nipple, encircling her areola with my lips. I didn't move for a minute, just sucked ever so slightly, until the flat of my tongue swirled in a lush circle around her rigid tip.

"Oh, fuck!" Kim said loudly. "Suck my nipples, Max. Please, baby. Suck them," she begged. "Oh God, suck them, Max," she pleaded as she arched her chest forward to meet me.

I would, but not quite yet; not until I was ready and had her absolutely squirming. That didn't take long. She had extremely sensitive nipples and I was truly enjoying her reaction to my oral ministrations. I covered her small perfectly formed breasts with saliva, moaning as I sucked and using my mouth for maximum effect.

"Oh, God, Max. I love having my nipples sucked. Don't stop," she pleaded.

After a period of intense sucking, I'd stop and pull back to flail her fully distended nipple with the tip of my tongue or switch to the other nipple, dividing my time equally between her lovely tits. There was a direct connection between her breasts and her pussy, as her hips moved and undulated to an unheard rhythm.

But this was just a stop along the way, as I'd told her. So I left my fingers behind to play with her saliva soaked nipples as I headed south, slowly kissing my way across her belly, descending back to my knees between her legs, getting ready to taste and suck her. She put her hands on my head and pushed me down, anxious for me to arrive and apply the same mouth action to her clit that I'd utilized on her nipples.

"What would you like, Kim?" I inquired, knowing full well what her answer would be.

"Oh, Max, suck my pussy, baby. Please. Eat me. Fuck. Suck me. Hurry," she said with some sexual desperation in her voice. I pulled my hands down from her breasts and she replaced them with her own, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as I readied to devour her cunt. I placed my hands on the inside of her open thighs and pulled apart her already gaping sex. I looked at this gorgeous creature, her pussy practically throbbing with anticipation; wet with the copious fluids of her excitement.

"You're very beautiful, Kim. Very. I want to taste you; to eat you," I teased her, unmercifully.