Artistic Dreams (closed)

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Max blushed slightly as Natasha kissed his cheek, calling him sweet.

IT was a while since he remembered anyone using that word to describe him. He collected his camera bag and turned to face Natasha....

He suddenly felt awkward as if on a first date, should he wait to be invited in...

Nah he replied to his mind, head home....

"Well Natasha, thanks for a lovely evening, and well I shall bid you good night and sweet dreams."

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[Asa]

I thought we were going to celebrate?

She smiled to him.

Unless you have to go?

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Max loked atmhermin the shadows of the street lighting. They had mentioned that she should celebrate.

" No specific reason for me to go..." pausing " but I didnt want ho be a burden I guess out stay my welcome.

Moments later they were inside as Max folowed Natasha up thd stairs ho her top floor studio, admiring her legs. He felt the urge to walk up to from behind......

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[Asa]

Once in her studio and apartment she turned and smiled.

Home sweet home... Make yourself at home. Wine... beer... Whiskey?

She walked over to the bedroom area and slipping from her heels before walking to the kitchen and looking around for drinks and food for them. She had enjoyed having someone around who was more like her and supported her work and dream.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Max folowed her into the kichen and walked up behind her and started to massage her shoulders, deep enough to be non sexual, yet light enough to be sensual.

"This is your celebration Natasha, so whatc would you like to drink?"

 

[Asa]

With our... formal... attire... Maybe some Chianti... would be... in order.

She motioned to a small rolling wine fridge but made no move to break free from his massage.

 

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"A Cianti wouldbe fitting for the occasion. " Max saw the small fridge, but he continuec massaging Natasha's neck and shoulders.

"You do feel somewhat tense Natasha."

As he finished he kised her hair before heading over to the fridge and soon found thd Vhianti that she was rdferring to.

 

[Asa]

Always tense lately it seems

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"Any particular reason?" Max asked as he opened the wine and poured the two glasses; and offering Natasha hers as she stood close to hi in her dress?

He continued.. "You need a good de-stressing session, a laugh, let your hair down and a few good orgasms!" chuckling as he finished speaking...

But he thought back to a few minutes ago when she leant back into his hands, inhaling her scent, feeling her close proximity. His cock also had started to respond.

 

[Asa]

Laughing as she pulled a clip out of her hair.

Well perhaps two out of three will have to do.

Sipping on the Chianti she shrugged.

Such is life though I guess.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Max watched her as Natasha literallly let her hair lose as she unclipped it and shook hrr head to release her hair.

He thought of the Meatloaf number ' two out of three aint bad'.

Hi sipped on his chianti as they still stood in the kitchen watching each other.

 

[Asa]

Maybe... Maybe we should go sit down? Or... Maybe... Dance?

She smiled sipping her Chianti.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Max looked into her eyes as she softly smiled, sdnsing a hunger a longing.

He placed his glass down and approachec her.

"Care to dance Natasha, the beautiful one?"

He held out his hand to herr offrring her a dance.

 

[Asa]

Setting her glass down and picking up a small stereo remote and starting some soft music.

I would love to dance

She took his hand as the music began. Saxophone smooth and soulful she loved the saxaphone all her life.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Max pulled Natasha into a slow dance embrace, as the moved in time to the saxophone, Max's hands around her waist as he pulled her in close...

 

[Asa]

She curled into his embrace as they danced. Her arms relaxing around him.

I have always loved the sound of the saxophone.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He closed in on her as she rested her hesd on his chest and shoulder. His hand started to caress slightly as the danced slowly.

"Yes either on its own or in popmusic or jazz the saxophones classy tones just add a lovely warmth...."

Slowly his right hand moved towards her hip.


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[Asa]

She felt his caress and smiled one hand moving to his chest with a contented happy sigh.

I could get used to this...

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Max pulls away slightly as he whispers "Natasha?"

 

[Asa]

Looking into his eyes...

What Max?

That soft content smile faintly curling her lips.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Their eyes met for a moment before he smiled and kissed her forhead and pulled her inbeven closer.

"I find you rather alluring pretty one." He suddenly realised he was tongue tied, and didnt really say what he was intending to say. But he vould feel his cock respond to the moment

 

[Asa]

Well... Thank you... Words like that are wonderful to hear and from such a handsome dance partner as well.

She moved a hand to touch his cheek. She could feel his interest when he pulled her closer. Her mind danced over so many things she didn't want to think about she was married after all.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Max felt her fingers on his cheek, in a manner that none of hims girlfriends had done. Their eyes locked as he whispered thankyou , more a case of moving his lips than actuallly speaking.

He wanted to kiss her, but was aware of her age and her marital status.

But both of those were actually a turn on in the moment. He contined holding hrr, gheir bodies swaying intime to the musi, his hands caressing her bum cheek and her spine, feeling the hooklets of her bra.

 

[Asa]

The caresses along her spine was bringing thoughts she didn't want to have. She wanted to be loyal to her vows she should be loyal to her vows but... That line was slowly fading as she sank into those eyes... What she saw in the depths of those eyes his tender caress and the clear young hunger pressed between them.

Max...

Words failed her no words felt the need to leave her lips as her hand unconsciously moved as if wanting to pull his face closer to hers.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"Max" he heard her whisper. As he looked at her, her face changed angle as she placed her fingers on his cheek.

He looked into her eyes and saw a longing.

The room was in silence other than the soft tones of the saxophone.

The next thing he realised was that their lips were brushing, little tender butterfly kisses. He wasn't sure, who kissed first, but what was happening between them seemed natural.