The Apartment...A place for Lovers.

[Honey_B]

"A drink would be wonderful, but first..."

I plucked the keys to the handcuffs out of my purse and held them out to Ari.

"Hang on to these. I just might let you have your revenge."

The look he gave me almost made me regret the offer. Almost. Something flared in his eyes as his gaze burned into me. I knew without a doubt, the same intensity must have been reflected in mine.

I wrinkled my freckled nose and smiled. An attempt to break the tension.

Didn't work.

The handcuffs and keys slipped to the floor unheeded as Ari swept me into his arms and crushed my lips with a kiss so passionate it was almost
painful.

But dear God, what sweet, sweet pain!

Whatever had passed before had no more meaning than time itself while I was enclosed within his embrace. I don't know whether it was moments or days before he slowly released me. Surely my racing heartbeat was no accurate measure of time.

"I-I would love that drink now."

Working hard to regain control my calm, I took a deep breath.

"And then, I want to take a bath. I feel like I have the sands of the desert clinging to me."

 

[ariosto]

"Better yet, let's have our drinks IN the bath."
Ari slipped his arm around Honey's waist and guided her into the bathroom. It was as big as a small house and done in deep green and black serpentine marbles with gleaming brass fittings. One wall was made of mirrors that reflected the scene through the enormous windows which stood opposite. Everywhere the presence of daisies could be seen. There fragrance filled the room.
Ari paused to adjust the lighting to soft and rosy glows that radiated up from scalloped shaped sconces. From a small refrigerator hidden beneath the sink he pulled out a chilled bottle of
white wine and poured it into the crytal goblets he'd taken from the bar.
They sat on the edge of the enormous marble tub while water flowed from golden faucets in the shape of a woman's breasts.

"Such good wine Ari...There's no label though?"
She held the bottle in her hands and turned it slowly.
"A private vintage my dear, from upstate New York. I have friends..."
His voice dropped an octave as he looked at her.
Her face so innocent, her body so voluptuous. The thin fabric of the halter top barely containing the full round succulent orbs...and of course the wee plaid skirt which ended a foot above her smooth knees and shapely legs...

"Osservate squisito il mio amore"

She looked at him over her little glasses and was forming her kissable lips into a question, when suddenly Ariosto parted her legs and began to avidly kiss her thighs working upwards until his head disappeared beneath the red plaid skirt and she felt his tongue lightly licking the cleft of her sex through her very sheer lacey panties.

"Oh My"
She said and braced herself on the edge
of the bath while behind her fragrant water gurgled into the tub and sheets of rain lashed the windows high above the City.

 

[Honey_B]

Italian!

He knows I can't resist his seductive Italian...

…or his tongue

Leaned back, I luxuriating at the teasing caress of Ari's tongue. The water's steam curled up from the bath, swirling around both of us. I gently pushed Ari away and he looked up, his expression questioning.

I knew what he wanted, what he would love to see. I wanted it too. How many times had I felt his eyes on me at the club. How many more had I bent over to reshelf books just to capture his attention.

I stood and turned. Bending way over, I turned off the taps. Without straightening, I looked back over my shoulder at Ari behind me. He had his eyes on my plaid covered rear. I reached under my skirt and slipped my panties over my derrière, sliding them down and stepping out of the delicate wisp of silk.

Still bent over, I murmured, "Baigne moi avec ta langue. Bathe me, mon amant."

 

[ariosto]

"Baigne moi avec ta langue."
Oh my God!
How long had Ariosto pictured Honey just this way. Standing high on her long toned legs, bending over to present her sweet derrier perfectly outlined beneath the tantalizing plaids of her scarlet skirt. He approached her as he would a golden temple Goddess, reaching out to touch the skin of her thigh to make sure she was real. He put his hands on the hem of the notorious skirt and raised it slowly, watching as each inch of Honey's fabled curving cheeks were revealed. With a final flip the red fabric lay over her waist and Ari could gaze on heaven to his hearts content.

"Come on Lover are we going to play or did you just come to look?"
The Bee grinned over the rim of her glasses and
twitched her glorious bum.

"Oh hell yes!"
In a flash Ariosto stripped off his shirt, slacks and shorts and knelt behind her. His cock was a hooded cobra dancing between his legs.

He ran his hands slowly and lovingly up both her legs from ankle to hip .Holding her steady he gave her a long deep lick the entire length of her exposed and eager sex.
His fingers found the secret pearl and began to coax it up from hiding while his mouth continued to probe and tease her pink slick lips.
With his free hand Ari took hold of himself and began to stroke off in rhythm with the play of his tongue into Bee's moist sweet passage.

 

[Honey_B]

Our breathing seemed to echo through the steam-filled bath, the perfume of our arousal hung heavily in the air. Standing there, bent over, exposed - being serviced by one of the sexiest men I had ever met, it didn't take long before I began to moan, unable to remain silent. Ari knew my body so well. His mouth seemed to melt into my sex, making me want more. I rocked back slightly, trying to send his tongue deeper into me. His touch was insistant against the hardened pearl of my clit.

"Yes..."

The word hissed through my clenched teeth. Ari knew he would get to me. He would drive me over the edge, send me spiraling into the sweet votex of sensation. His talented tongue, licked at me with stabs and swirls as his moistened fingers stroked my clit.

"Ari, please..." I breathed.
"Don't stop..."

 

[ariosto]

Rain drums against the windows, swirling warm mist around them, his mouth full of Honey's sweet sex....ahhh heaven could never be better than this!
When she wiggled back, impaling herself yet deeper onto his twisting tongue, Ari increased the rubbing movement of his fingers on her swelling pearl and the tempo of his own masturbation to a feverish pitch.
He moved in so close to her that she could feel his shoulders against the back of her thighs and looking between her straddled legs she saw his hand stroking up and down the iron hard rod that she knew would be buried in her pussy any minute...but first....OH GOddddd! First!...The tongue...the Tongue!.
Probing deeper, its stubby thickness filled her passage like a twisting turning wild thing.
Honey grasped the edge of the marble bath with an iron grip, trying to keep her footing as Ari buried his face against her vulva, sucking it into his mouth and sending kis tongue ever deeper.

He felt her shudder...tense up. It was coming!
His fingers moved faster anf faster against her throbbing clit!
Any second he would taste the sweet juices of her ecstacy!

 

[Honey_B]

Ari felt like a man who was starving. He sucked and licked as if he could eat his way into my body. I ground myself into into his face. Intense waves of feeling carried my body up and up until I cried out at the peak. The sound reverburated throughout the tiled bath. Ari loved to make me cry out like this.

I felt Ari move away. Turning, I saw that he had his cock in his hand and a wicked smile on his face.

I raised an eyebrow as I said, "Ari, I want you inside me."

Getting behind me, he slid the end of his thick cock around the outside of my nether lips, spreading the wetness around. He
knows I love it when he does that. When he slid into my passage it is with ease, but I clenched my interior muscles to hold him tightly within. As he began to thrust, I heard him groan from the friction. In response, he pulled out and drew the length of his cock along the outside of my pussy, teasing me. He was building me up again, rubbing the head against my clit.

 

[ariosto]

Her rosey pearl seemed to fit perfectly into the depressed v at the tip of Ari's throbbing cock. He pushed and twisted until the tiny bud was swollen and glistening with his precum. Sliding himself up he parted the pouting lips of her satin sheath and moved up and down the narrow length of her opening cleft. His rod was his paintbrush and her quim his palette . His hands guided the hard curving tool with expert care up and down up and down...up and down. He even rolled the tip around her tiny bum hole till it to was wet with pre ejaculation.

Honey groaned and pushed back...but not yet.
Not yet....
Kneeling one more time he spread her juicey gate wide open with both hands and wet his face with her sex, the touch of his beard against the delicate tissue of her inner petals was almost to much to bear !
He rubbed his face on every delicate part of her sex until he glistened with her juices. Then he stood, grabbed her hips and plunged into her.
Long deep powerful thrusts that touched every excited part of her tight passage. Her contractions were delicious...they were sucking the seed right out of him! In his ecstacy blurred vision he saw her glasses topple to the floor as she braced against the force of his relentless thrusts.

He saw the scrap of skirt still clinging around her waist and he tore it off! He watched the thick turgid length of himself pull out of her clinging vulva inch by inch, then plunge back in deeper...deeper , unti she cried out at the heated invasion that was splitting her apart!
The Bee shuddered , grinding back on him as he lunged forward . She was taking everything he could give her...!
The world closed down to this one thing, Ariosto was rogering the sexy librarian at last...Finally!
GOOD GOD! but he was fucking her!

His mind tumbles, his senses became white hot and his libido takes control, tearing, wrenching a wild shuddering orgasm from his body and soul !
With the pent up issue of months of frustration surging through his cock and lancing into her in hot thick bursts of cum...Honey herself went over the edge

 

[Honey_B]

I was ready to cum, hanging at the peak, waiting for that final push into the abyss of pleasure. Ari came then and I sobbed out in ecstasy as I felt his seed spill into me. I screamed out as I was rocked by the intensity of my orgasm. A single perfect moment as we climaxed together. Ari wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.

Our breathing calmed and Ari withdrew from my well-tended passage.

Before I straightened, I picked up the tattered remains of my skirt. Ari turned me around and I dabbed my shimmering juices of his face. Our eyes locked, but it couldn't last. First I burst out laughing and then Ari chimed in.

"The poor thing has certainly serviced its purpose," I said, between giggles as I handed Ari the torn plaid.

I moved away, humming as I stripped off my halter top, freeing my full breasts for the first time. The water looked terribly inviting and I trailed my fingers through it.

"Mmm.... Still very warm. I'm going to take a bath."

I unclasped my hair, holding the barrette in my teeth. I piled my red curls on top my head and refastened the clasp. The water felt delicious as I sank into the huge tub. I turned and leaned back, relaxing until I saw Ari.

He was watching me, through hooded eyes, his fingers tightly gripped around my skirt -

And he was still hard.

 

[ariosto]

He slipped into the tub behind her and she could feel his erection slide down her spine. Then his arms encircled her and raised her breasts, wet and sudsy, cupped in his palms. He nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear all the things that he wanted to do to her that night and all the things he wanted her to do to him. She smiled watching his fingers squeeze and play with her nipples.

"Ari I don't think we'll have time for all that. What would you like the most right now?"
She turned and he saw the sensuous lidded eyes, the full wet lips. He whispered in her ear again and she giggled.
"Oh I'd love to...Boss"

The use of his old title excited him and whatever degree of attention his soldier had lost returned in a heated rush.
She moved back and Ari sat up dripping on the edge of the black marble tub looking at her like an eager little boy.
His cock was standing tall, fresh ,wet and throbbing as he watched her close elegant hands around it and begin to stroke, while she licked her lips in promise of even more delights...

 

[Honey_B]

As I wrapped my hands around Ari's cock, I caught sight of my watch.

"Oh my! I'm late! This has been a beautiful vacation, but our time has run out. Who knew three days could fly by so quickly?! I have to go."

Even as I said the words, I knew I would pay for this, eventually. But that was part of the fun.

Taking a fluffy bathsheet, I towled myself off as I padded from the bathroom without a second glance. I had my outfit all planned out and I pulled it out of the Carson's bag. I held it up.

"Perfect," Ari said from the doorway.

I smiled and slipped back into the bathroom. When I emerged, hair and make-up were done, outfit in place.

"Until we meet again, luv."

I kissed Ari on the cheek and left.

 

[Honey_B]

The check mailed. The arrangements made. I open the door to the apartment.

This place has become a second home to me. It just seems like only yestersay, I came here for the very first time.

Kitsuke, what a time we had.

The soft blue nightgown swirls around my ankles as I light candle after candle. The night is magical and so is the man that comes here tonight. I wear my hair down, the red curls spilling past my shoulders to the middle of my back.

The breathless anticipation begins.

 

[kitsuke]

Walking in the door of the hotel I flip a small stack of hundreds at the doorman and concierge.

"Split it up how you like fellas, but unless you hear someone screaming for the cops we don't want to be disturbed. Thanks." Not wanting to wait for the elevator I take the stairs two and three at a time. Arriving at the floor just a tad winded I take a moment to compose myself outside the door.Last time we were here she had a bit of a surprise for me. Perhaps I'll give her one this time. I grin wickedly as I throw the door open.

She's here, waiting for me. The candles light her face softly, bringing out a further beauty that the harsh light of day can sometimes be too glaring to comprehend. Hair spilling over her neck and back, begging for me to hold it, to smell it. The blue solk nightgown clings to her body, what it suggests yet hides is maddening to resist. Good for me I'm not trying to.

I shut the door without a word. I hope she's ready for me. Striding over to the bed without a word I pull her up to me. Planting my mouth on hers I roughly pull her light garment off of her body, revealing her to me in all her glory. I pull my face back from hers and smirk at her in the candlelight, then push her back on to the bed roughly. Still grinning I shuck my long overcoat, the cold Chicago November not penetrating into this bastion of lust. The slate grey shirt follows, cast aside to the corner of the room without even a look. I kneel at the foot of the bed and take her foot into my hand. Must have the hors d'oeurves before the main course after all.

Slowly I put my lips over the great toe of her foot, sucking gently on it as I play my tongue lightly over the bottom of it, dancing the line between sensuous pleasure and squeamish tickling. Dragging my lips up over the top of her foot I let my hot breath caress her skin and moisten ever so slightly. Dotting my passage with dinty kisses up her calf I pause for a moment at her knee, looking up into her eyes as I stroke lightly with my hand on the inside of the patellar joint. Her other leg has been ignored for long enough, so I absently begin to stroke that thigh with one hand while continuing my slow, delicious trail up the first leg.

My lips find the inside of her thigh, and she gasps slightly as I nip with my teeth the sensitive, delicate flesh there. I enjoy taking my sweet time as I drag my mouth and tongue in an aimless yet somehow purposeful way, inching ever closer to her now glistening sex. I near her now, the tiny pearl of her pleasure is engorged and I see it clearly by the candles. Right at the juncture between her thigh and sex, the tendon there that is surrounded by some of the most sensitive bundle of touch receptors the body has, I sink my teeth in not quite softly. I feel her entire body freeze up and that is when I invade her sex with my tongue... searching for her pleasure.

 

[ariosto]

WoW! Hot stuff!...Ari shakes his head and begins the task of cleaning up.

The Apartment is now available for three day rentals, contact Ariosto at the Rick's RoofTop for the key.

 

[Honey_B]

To set the scene...

I bought dozens and dozens of red roses, a dark crimson. Romantic and delicate. I scattered them around. Not in vases but dropping the long stems here and there. Next, I interspersed tiny tea lights between the flowers. The effect was beautiful.

What to wear? My choice had been simple. I covered the outfit with a long black robe and belted it at my waist. In front of the mirror in the bathroom, I piled my long red hair on top of my head and pinned it in place. I noticed the glitter of excitement in my blue eyes. I seemed like this was almost my present. My reflection winked back at me.

I went out to the living room and turned on the stereo. I selected Nat King Cole. His silky voice added the perfect touch. I sat down on the sofa to wait.

 

[TXExpress]

He approaches

Unforgettable ... that's what you are ...

The music wafted down the hallway, carrying the classic tone romatically into every corner. Its enticing lyrics and enchanting melody pointed the way.

The Apartment ... A Place for Lovers.

For the occasion, I had chosen a desert-print shirt in shades of black and turquoise and copper. Black Wranglers, cut to accentuate my trusty elephant-skin boots. The hat — black felt. In my arms, I carry a dozen perfect long-stem roses.

I am the Texan, the "high plains drifter"/man of mystery. I tip my hat and act the gentleman by day, but what of me by night? What mysteries lie within?

I knock at the door. Perhaps someone is there who wishes to find out.

 

[Honey_B]

A knock at the door. My heart races. Pure excitement makes me smile. I feel a bit like a girl about to get a special present. Not many men could do that. Especially as this trip is supposed to be a present from me to him.

I fling over the door, the smile still on my face.

"Tex, you came! Welcome to Chicago. Please do come in, you handsome scoundral."

I'm in his arms in an instant. Wrapping my arms around his neck. Giving him a hug hello. At my back, I feel a scrape of thorns, the sharp points penetrating the thin silk of my robe. I pull away, causing my back to press against the rose's stems a little. The sensation makes me shiver.

"Roses, Tex? Are those for me?"

 

[TXExpress]

Tex enters

"No, ma'am. They're for me."

We laugh. I look around the apartment, trying to find a place for the flowers; it's tough when you don't know where anything is. I settle for the nearest chair; what the hell, the place is a rental.

"Sorry about the thorns, love. But then ... some pricks are more meaningful than others, aren't they?"

I wink, and this time give her an uninterrupted hug that draws us so close that, as Groucho Marx once put it, if I were any closer, I would be behind her. I feel the silk surrounding her firm breasts; I feel the warmth radiating from her skin.

"This is my first trip to the Windy City, ma'am. What sights should I take in while I am here?"

 

[Honey_B]

The question makes me laugh, but I don't answer it. Instead, I stand on tip-toe to kiss him. My lips meet his and the kiss begins as all first kisses should, with soft exploration. Our lips part, prolonging, deepening. I savour my first kiss alone with this man and moaning softly at the silky slick caress of his tongue. I pull away.

"Tex, why don't you get us something to drink. Ari keeps this place stocked with everything. I'll just go put these roses in the bedroom."

I scoop up his flowers.

"Oh dear! They do seem a bit wilted. Good thing I know just how to perk such things up."

I crinkle my freckled nose as I smile at him and dash through the bedroom door.

 

[TXExpress]

Tex makes himself a drink

Let's see ... standing on tiptoe, I can reach the tequila. It literally is top-shelf. I pour myself a shot, slam it down, then pour another. Gotta clear the head.

Still, I am not ready to drink away the taste of that kiss, nor the feelings it generated in both of us. I felt through the silk her nipples stiffening; along my thigh, I felt genuine heat from what rubbed up against it. And never did I feel like using the word "manhood" when thinking of how rock hard I instantly became. Good thing Wranglers are made to be durable.

I find the stereo and a magificent collection of music; Nat King Cole still is playing, and I decide to leave it be. I seek out the love seat; name seems fitting now. I wait for her to re-emerge from the bedroom.

When she does, one part of me drops while another strains toward the ceiling.

 

[Honey_B]

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"I thought you might like if I wore this, Tex."

I had left my robe in the bedroom and was pleased at the look on his face when I made my entrance. I move like a tigress on the prowl as I crossed the room and sat down on the sofa, reclining on one elbow. I notice the bottle of tequila on the counter.

"Care to bring that over here with a little salt and lime, luv?"

 

[TXExpress]

Tex is speechless (for once)

She is just as I always have pictured her. Her red hair all but sizzled. Her eyes, catlike; alert, intense. A seductive grin curls on her lips as she asks: "Care to bring that over here with a little salt and lime, luv?"

I stammer something like, "Uh, sure," mesmerized by the body that awaits me. Her legs long and lean and highlighted like a masterpiece in a gilded frame by her stockings and garter. Her ripe nipples show through the sheer ... uh ... what the hell is that thing called? No matter; with any luck, it soon will be wrinkled on the floor. And the lace gloves ... a devastating touch.

I regain a bit of my composure, fumble through the kitchen for salt, lime, another glass and the tequila bottle, then walk into the living room. I set it all down on the table, pour each of us a shot and say, "Salud." Lime ... tequila ... salt lick ... *gulp*. We smile.

I then stand and return to the kitchen. I fill a bucket with ice, then return to the living room.

"I know tequila shots don't require ice ... but you in that outfit ... too hot. You need this ..."

First, I lean over and pull her lips to mine in a kiss made hotter by the tequila still lingering. I then remove a cube of the ice and run it down her neck, allowing the melted water to drip down her cleavage. Tracing the ice down past her shoulders, I then hold the cube between thumb and forefinger and begin to rub it, gently at first, along her left nipple, clearly visible through the ... uh ... what the hell is that thing called?

I smile.

"Shall I continue with the other?"

 

[Honey_B]

"Shall I continue with the other?"

Even if I hadn't had any tequila, I would have felt a little intoxicated. The man was playing with me. Damn! It didn't happen very often, but someone was getting to me. Tex was such a study in contrasts. Lean and hard, he nevertheless had a way of speaking that added a sweet caress to each word.

"Mmm... Yes, please."

This Texan was pure heat. Fire and ice. And I was melting. My left nipple was senstivitized, throbbing, ready for his mouth. Yes, he was definately getting to me.

 

[TXExpress]

Tex continues

I am not quite ready to unwrap my present yet, and am enjoying the feeling of ice upon fabric upon nipple on the left side. I decide it would be unfair to neglect the right.

So I switch, using my free hand to rub the ... the ... teddy! That's it! ... on the left as the ice does its magic on the right. As her head tilts slightly back, I blow gently on her neck where the ice had been, then begin kissing her shoulders, my hands still clutching her breasts.

"Whew. This is the first time in my life I've ever had ice in my hand and still been burning up. Mind if I get a bit more comfortable?"

 

[Honey_B]

I wanted to cry out in frustration when he stopped kissing me and his hands stopped their caress.

"I'd like you to get a lot more comfortable, Tex. Let me help you, luv."

Somehow I managed to keep most of the evidence of my intent out of my voice. Didn't want him to guess at my motives. At least not yet. I pressed him back into the couch and moved to the floor, kneeling beside him.

My fingers opened the buttons, and my lips caressed each inch of skin as I exposed it. I added little licks to his chest as I open his shirt completely. Tasting him, like a cat.

"mmm.... You taste wonderful. Now, let's get you out of those boots, shall we?"

I stood and straddled his leg, firmly grabbed the toe and heel, and yanked. The boot came off in my hands. I set it down and removed the other just as easily. I turned and kneeled again between he legs, looking up at him with a grin as I started to unbuckle his belt.

“I’m very efficient, but I’m going to need some help here.”