© Copyright 2009 By Gerald Bishop
Allura Publishing, An Imprint of Dreamer Entertainment
On the way back to her house, Mason stroked her thighs and she let him. The soft music from the CD heightened the expectancy. On arrival at Narcissa’s townhouse in exclusive Vernon Hills, they hugged and kissed ravenously in the parking lot. Mason slipped his hands under her dress and gently squeezed her behind.
Narcissa’s home looked like a page out of Better Homes and Garden. Antique and contemporary furniture blended well with lots of plants and mirrors along the walls.
“I like to live well, Mason. Look around if you like and then pour us some wine and relax. The wine is in the cabinet over by the TV. Just give me a minute while I check my messages.” She climbed the stairs and disappeared.
Narcissa had a variety of wines, liqueurs, rum, whisky and scotch. Many of the brands Mason had never heard. He recognized the
They didn’t say much at first, just ogled each other as lust flashed like neon lights from their eyes. Her shoes and stockings were somewhere.
“So how do you feel?” Narcissa asked, her voice soft and inviting.
“Fine,” he said in a low voice.
She teased his left calf with her toes. Mason took her glass, placed it on the small table next to his and kicked off his shoes. They tried undressing each other methodically at first, but as the sexual tension intensified so did their impatience. They tugged at each other’s clothing. Narcissa’s soft, sultry lips covered his and they kissed the deep, hard, long kiss of two people who had ached for each other.