My stomach was in knots as I rang the doorbell. I almost couldn’t believe that I was there, that this was happening to someone else.
I had told my husband about my dinner with Sophia when he returned from work, informing him of our upcoming second date too. I was a little apprehensive of how he would take the news, but I needn’t have worried. That night he took me passionately, his hands caressing my flesh firmly and eagerly, really feeling me. Every ardent thrust felt like sheer ecstasy, my entire body tingling with delight. It would seem that my explorations with Sophia were fuelling an unexpected fire within him…
The door buzzed and I stepped into the lobby of Sophia’s apartment complex, my heels against the marble flooring echoing loudly as I walked towards the lift.
I was incredibly nervous, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I’d had my hair done and treated myself to a new dress, and for good measure I was wearing some new silk stockings. Have I gone over the top? I thought, a sinking feeling growing in my stomach as the lift ascended.
Finally I was on Sophia’s floor, then at her door. I took a deep breath and knocked, unsure of what was to come.
Sophia opened the door, looking radiant in a black pencil skirt that hugged her curves and a sheer white blouse.
“Darling!” She kissed me on both cheeks and welcomed me into her home; her flat was open planned and minimalist in design and everything was very white, a setting that highlighted Sophia’s vibrant personality and appearance. “Would you like a glass of Prosecco?”
“Yes please.” I smiled, my nerves beginning to ease now that I was in Sophia’s company.
“I’ve made tapas for dinner, I thought it would be quite nice to share.” She smiled as she handed me an elegant flute of fizz.
“Sounds delicious.” I smiled back as we clinked glasses. My eyes fell to her plump, red lips and I wanted to feel them against mine again, but I knew I should be patient.
The table was already set so we took a seat while we waited for the food to finish cooking, and we instinctively held hands as we spoke. Sophia stroked her thumb across my fingers, making the skin on the back of my neck tingle.
Soon she brought out the tapas, all of which looked and smelled amazing – she was clearly being modest when we first met at our cookery class. As before, it felt quite natural to feed each other morsels as we chatted, and it was easy to forget the rest of the world when it was just the two of us.
After dinner, Sophia opened a bottle of wine and we retired to the sofa. Soft jazz was playing in the background and fragrant candles lined the mantlepiece, exuding an atmosphere of softness and warmth that mirrored Sophia’s accommodating nature.
As we chatted I leant my head against the sofa cushion, taking in her exquisite features, grateful to be spending time with such an elegant creature.
I felt a sudden urge to touch her, and so with a precipitous confidence I placed my hand on her knee, which felt soft and supple. She looked up at me through her thick eyelashes and a sultry smile played on her lips. I drew myself closer to her, until finally our mouths met with a zealous heat.
Like before, her plump lips were soft but her kiss was firm, only this time her hand came to the back of my neck, drawing me in even closer as we kissed more passionately. Our legs were touching now, and as I felt my core ignite I wanted to feel her body against mine.
Her hand came to my thigh, which snaked its way to the curve of my buttocks. She kissed me back more fervently, and I willed her to touch me…. To really touch me.
As if she was reading my mind, her fingers ran over my thigh and found themselves at the material of my knickers, which were now damp with anticipation. She gently eased away the fabric and my whole body tingled as a firm finger found its way to my clitoris, which she began to massage in tantalisingly slow, concentric circles. I groaned, easing my hips towards her, as if I was offering myself to her.
Our tongues explored each other’s mouths and Sophia’s touch increased in speed, and my delicate skin tingled with warmth. The fire in my core was burning fiercely, and just as I felt at the brink of ecstasy her finger slipped inside my heated wetness, her thumb caressing my now throbbing bud.
I broke away from our kiss to catch my breath, panting now as she massaged my G-Spot, coaxing my orgasm out of me. I grabbed the sofa cushion, my back arching and my legs shaking as I came closer to the edge, my whole body shuddering as Sophia brought me to rapture.
My hand came to my chest as I panted, feeling a little flushed and woozy from the intensity of my climax. Sophia’s clever fingers eased away from me, resting gently on my thigh, which she began to gently stroke with her thumb.
“You’re very beautiful.” She whispered, and I could feel her really looking at me. I leant forward and kissed her again, gently this time, savouring how she tasted.
“I would really like to do this again, it’s been wonderful.” I smiled, running my hand up her thigh, appreciating the firmness of her curves.
“Perhaps we could make a weekend out of it?” She suggested.
“That sounds like a dream.” I smiled, caressing her supple skin.
“Well, dreams do come true!” She giggled. “How about it? You, me… maybe we could go to the coast?”
“I’ll have to check my schedule.” I smiled, wondering how Mr Divine would react. That being said, it would be a shame not to give my adventure with Sophia some wings…
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