The Carousel Shoppe

[Miltone]

Denton P. Willis

I’m sure it was quite by accident that I chanced to glance out the front window of my private office, the one that looked down upon Main Street, at the precise moment that Amelia Nelsen passed along the far side of the street with an interesting looking gentleman. I would have thought that perhaps he was a customer or a fellow antique dealer, but when I saw her arm slipped snuggly inside his and how her head fell back as she flashed a coy and charming smile at him, it was obvious that this was not a business relationship. So one of Scottsville’s finest had finally taken notice of Miss Nelsen! Or perhaps this was the return of the lover she had lost to Martha. I smiled warmly at the sight, for she was truly a lovely woman, deserving of more than a fawning notice by the right man. This would not make my own decision easier, or would it?

I glanced at my watch and noticed that it was nearly ten o’clock, her normal opening time. Yet as they proceeded along the south side of Main Street, there was no indication that they were headed toward her little shop. She was animated in pointing out marquees and stores and of course the antique clock in the square. He seemed truly interested in what she had to say, making me think that he was a stranger, and how unlike it would be of Amelia to take to a strange man. But then she had taken to me easily enough, and that gave me pause for thought as they disappeared from sight crossing the side street near the bath boutique.

The next hour passed quickly for I had some important background work to do in preparation for my appointment with Mrs. Laura Hatfield, whose case was scheduled for a court date within the week. No sooner had I organized and reviewed the depositions and affidavits when I heard the sound of her light footsteps tiptoeing up the stairs. How quickly the hour had passed! I stood up and made ready to greet her at the door.

“Come in, Laura,” I said, holding the door open for her. She wore a light pale yellow sundress that contrasted with her sky blue eyes perfectly. Her long blonde hair was pulled back from her pretty face and pinned in a delightful French twist, and held in place by a pair of sparkling antique hair pins. “Mrs. Hatfield, you look absolutely beguiling this morning.”

”Now, Mr. Willis, I’m not a Mrs. any more. Please call me by my real name,” she demanded in the sweetest voice. I took her gloved hand in mine and raised it to my lips. Helping her into a chair I returned to my desk. I noticed the impish look in her eyes when she glanced over at the door to the inner office. Then she leaned back in the chair, crossing her long shapely legs, enough to let the lace tops of her sheer nude hosiery show.

“Your court case comes up this next week, Miss Medley,” I said. “Are you comfortable with our preparation to this point?”

She smiled appreciatively and meticulously removed her gloves, one at a time, revealing the long slim tanned fingers and the lovely emerald ring on her middle finger. She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, shifting her weight to the other side of the chair, which also allowed the hem of her dress to rise a bit higher.

“You have been so generous with your time, Mr. Willis,” she said, her voice deep and languid as a mint julep. “But I’m afraid that I may need some additional coaching, if you don’t mind.”

“That is part of my job, Laura, to be sure that you are prepared for court,” I said. “If you are not ready in time, I can easily obtain a delay.”

“No, I want to do this and get it over with,” she said, leaning forward to rest her elbow on my desk.

As she did so, the neckline of her dress fell away from her body, revealing the full rounded curves of her breasts, bespeckled with an appealing dusting of freckles, and barely contained by a sheer white bra.

“This will not be an easy interrogation, Laura,” I cautioned. “Why don’t we step into my private office that we may rehearse.”

“Why, of course, Mr. Willis. That is why I am here,” she began, taking my hand and rising from her chair. “I wish to be completely prepared.”

***

It was well into the luncheon hour by the time we had finished, and I stood for a moment with Miss Medley by the door while she pulled on her gloves. She was the consummate lady, I couldn’t help but notice.

“Mr. Willis, I do see the time and was wondering that since I have kept you so long, may I make it up to you by buying lunch?”

“Why Miss Medley, that is a generous offer,” I said. “And certainly one that I cannot refuse.”

We left my office and headed toward Beale’s a remarkable restaurant with an unremarkable façade. Perhaps that was why one could always find a table and be served the most wonderful light European cuisine without the dense pretensions of the other Scottsville eateries. She paused in the front of The Carousel Shoppe, and took notice of a particularly sparkling set of etched wine glasses, complete with matching decanter, corkscrew and wicker case.

“Denton, look!” Laura remarked. Isn’t that the loveliest set you’ve ever seen?”

“I can certainly see a pair of lovers ensconced by a riverside park, pulling that set from the back of the Duesenberg roadster complete with a basket lunch and a ukulele for entertainment,” I remarked.

“There are always such lovely things in here,” she remarked wistfully. “They just always set me to dreaming.”

Once her interest was quenched, I took her arm and we walked toward the restaurant. The hostess, an older lady of refined preference, greeted us and presently seated us at a lovely table with a view of the entire restaurant. As we were about to take our seats, I noticed none other than Miss Nelsen and her gentleman seated at the next table. Their animated conversation and laughter was interrupted when Amelia looked over and saw us. Although her gentleman friend continued his discourse, she turned away, looking from Miss Medley to me and back again.

“Why, Miss Nelsen,” I said with a smile. “How nice to see you. Miss Medley and I were just discussing the lovely wine set you have in your front window. A truly wonderful set and in such fine condition.”

There was a long pause before Amelia responded.

 

[captivate]

Miss Amelia Nelsen

My head spins, my heart flutters, my mind is buzzing. How did the quiet, staid Miss Nelsen come to this? I have erotic day and night dreams about the town's new bachelor, his name never far from my thoughts. I went on one date with him and behaved like a wanton woman. I nearly seduced him on my veranda last night. As if this weren't enough unlike me, now, I have a very handsome, intelligent man from the Big City, coming to my town to escort me to breakfast!

I liked the way his eyes lit up when he saw me, the way he managed to take in all of me without seeming to undress me. As we walked onto the veranda, he leaned down and kissed my cheek, saying, "You look good enough to eat, my dear!" With the way my mind was moving right now, that statement caused me to blush and look away. We walked out of my neighborhood and onto the town square and I pointed out various shops and places of interest to Noah, noted his responses were wonderfully astute.

He was so tall, I placed my hand on his proffered arm and leaned back to look at his face. He seemed particularly pleased by my shoppe, and asked if we could return here later so he could enjoy it at his leisure. His mind is so busy, his thoughts so colorful, I laughed just from sheer joy of the day and the company.

I had planned to take him to Emily's, a nice-enough restaurant, when he spotted the unassuming sign announcing Beale's, a quiet and very nice eatery nearby. We entered and were shown a table in the nearly empty restaurant. Noah asked if he could order for me and proceeded to list delicacies I had only heard of. He seemed quite at home caring for a lady, and I was enjoying it. He also ordered a bottle of wine, one that he promised I would enjoy. I couldn't help noticing it was mid-morning, but suddenly felt very chic and worldly and decided I would have a small glass.

The food looked delicious as it began arriving in a tantalizing array of colors and aromas. I realized that I had eaten nothing in the last twenty four hours except some ice cream, which made me think of Denny and the last time I saw him. No! I am here with Noah and I refuse to think about Denny or his many ladies. I smiled at Noah, offering him a bite of my croissant. He took a small bite, managing to lick my finger tip and make me shiver.

Not long ago, I would have not believed a man like Noah would even talk with me, now he came across the country to see me. I looked at his kind face and his loving eyes and tried to feel that little jolt I always felt with De.....no, I won't do this! I will not compare them!

Even though it had only been a few days, Noah was full of stories and adventures to share. He made me laugh. His hand settled on mine as we talked and I was truly enjoying my day. As the conversation continued, we began talking about more meaningful things. Our lives, our relationships, what we wanted in a life partner. He was so easy to talk with, to share secrets. I looked at his attractive face, listened to his smooth voice, felt his warm hand on mine. I could almost feel myself being pulled to him, almost feel the attraction deepening. He began joking about us, about our cross-country friendship and how much breakfast was going to cost him. The wine had relaxed me and made me feel quite festive. I was giggling at his comments, my other hand over his, my body moving closer to his chair....and then I saw Denny.

Walking boldly across the restaurant, an elegant blonde on his arm. Is there no end of beautiful women in his life? In the almost empty room, the hostess seated them right beside us. He hadn't noticed me yet, but I knew he would. I looked back at Noah, trying to pick up the thread of his current story, laughing along with him, when I had to risk one more peek at Denny. I turned my head and looked right into his incredible eyes. He raised his brows slightly and called my name. Then he introduced me to his companion, leaving me no choice but to reciprocate.

Noah had stopped talking and was watching the exchange with interest. His hand tightened on mine even before I said anything. When I spoke Denny's name, I looked at Noah and saw the sadness in his face.

 

[Miltone]

Denton P. Willis

From the look in Noah’s eye when Amelia introduced us, I thought that I must resemble the bully who once ran over his puppy dog. This puzzled me as I stood and extended my hand politely and gentlemanly. He took it reluctantly but with a firm enough grip and attempted to rise, but I waved him off.

“That’s quite all right, Noah,” I said. “We didn’t mean to intrude. Miss Medley and I were about to discuss the final details of her court case.”

I was quite content to leave Miss Nelsen alone with her handsome gentleman friend. As I re-took my seat, Laura Medley leaned forward to me and whispered, “Did you do something wrong?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, leaning over and whispering too.

“Your landlady is giving you the strangest look,” she answered.

I resisted the urge to look immediately, and was glad to see that our drinks were soon brought, but as I did manage to peer over my shoulder, I did see the look on Amelia’s face. As her friend spoke jovially of an amusing escapade at work, she rested her head on her hand and was gazing at me for some reason. It was a dreamy look and accompanied by a sweetly disarming smile. As soon as she saw my eyes glance in her direction, Amelia turned back to Noah and the smile disappeared. But as I resumed my conversation with Miss Medley, I felt the warm touch of Miss Nelsen’s gaze return.

Throughout our lunch I became aware of Laura’s flirtatious manner, the way she always liked to rest her hand on mine, and the shy way that she dropped her head and looked over at me with her big sky blue eyes. Were I one of those crass nefarious barristers from a television show, I certainly would have taken up the game of her pursuit. But with an important court appearance on the docket, now was not the time for such considerations.

We were the first to leave the restaurant since we both had appointments shortly after lunch. We paused by Miss Nelsen’s table and said goodbye.

“Nice to have met you,” Laura said, standing close beside me and shamelessly slipping her arm inside mine. “I will be sure to stop by your shop and take a closer look at that decanter set.”

“Please do,” Amelia responded, holding her head high and smiling. “But don’t wait too long. Such lovely and precious things don’t last when they are on public display.”

With a nod, we bid them both goodbye and left Beale’s, Miss Medley still hanging on my arm. After escorting her to her automobile, I returned to my office to gather up my briefcase for this afternoon brought a long-awaited court appearance. It was late when I returned to the office and was disappointed when I saw that Amelia’s shop was closed since I had intended on speaking to her. So I took dinner at Poole’s and tried to walk off the unsettled feeling that was ebbing inside me in the warm late summer night air.

As I wandered aimlessly through Scottsville’s downtown streets and then some of the neighboring residential avenues, I happened to pass by Miss Nelsen’s house. I could hear the sound of some lovely music playing, something light and happy by Sondheim perhaps. I was tempted to turn in at her gate, but shook off the idea and moved on when I heard the glitter of voices coming from her veranda. I was happy for Amelia to have found such a wonderful and devoted man.

A couple of blocks later, I turned the corner and headed back toward downtown and the lot where my Jaguar was parked. There was a stretch of several grand rambling Victorian era homes, many of which had their gingerbread detailing removed or streamlined. Then I saw the little house that belonged to Martha McAllister. Passing quickly along the picket fence, my eyes looking ahead of me, I heard her voice call out.

“Denty! Oh, Denty! Hi!”

I paused and looked in the direction of her voice. She was standing at the corner of her porch, leaning against the pillar wearing a skimpy clingy little white top that showed off her rounded bust, and a very short pair of denim shorts that showcased her long legs.

“Evening, Miss McAllister,” I said politely, hoping to edge farther along the sidewalk.

“So how are ya?” she asked, pulling a full lock of her ash blonde hair over her shoulder.

“Doing well, by doing good, Martha,” I replied.

“I don’t suppose that I could interest you in a cool drink on a warm night? I just uncorked a bottle of Merlot.”

I hedged on my decision, weighing the drive home alone versus a glass of a favorite dark red. Looking at my watch and seeing that is was still early, I looked back up at Martha, resting flirtatiously and temptingly against the pillar of her porch.

“Is it a fresh Merlot from California, or one of those heavily advertised mass marketed brands?”

“You’re so funny,” she exclaimed with a laugh. “All I know is that it’s in a bottle, not a box. So are you coming up or do I have to drink it all myself.”

“Well, now I suppose I can’t let a lady drink all by herself,” I chuckled. “That just wouldn’t be right.” I opened the gate and strode up to her porch.

“Well it’s about time,” she said looping her arm through mine.

“Time for what?” I asked as she walked me around to her side porch.

She laughed sexily, tossing her head back, exposing her lovely slender neck. “Oh, Denty! You’re so funny.”

 

[captivate]

Miss Amelia Nelsen

Two wonderful gentlemen, truly gentle men, standing near me, bristling and glowering like two little boys. Noah was immediately on guard, knowing as he did my history with Denny. And Denny, as nonchalant as he may care to be, took the time to assure me the lovely companion was another client, another damsel in distress.

As we separated, I couldn't help smiling at Denny and all his careful ways, his rigid good manners and morals. For just a moment, I had caught the look in his eyes, the look of despair and doubt that he felt when confronted by Noah. Good! The rest of our meal was wonderful, Noah is the greatest companion. He is full of delightful stories of the art world and its inhabitants. Occasionally, I would glance at Denny, the lovely blonde leaning toward him or touching his arm. I didn't care. I believe this was the moment when I felt sure that Denny and I would be together.

After our very long breakfast, I honored my promise and took Noah over town, showing him our lovely provincial square. We walked into many of the shops, with me introducing him to all the shop owners. I could hear the buzz as we left each establishment. It was not every day that Old Maid Amelia had a beau visit her. I am also sure it didn't take long for the news that he was not registered at the local inn to spread through town. I smiled to myself, feeling superior to rumors and speculation.

I saved the Carousel Shoppe for last. We entered from the back, leaving the front door locked and the lights dim. I walked around, pointing out my favorite items and watched Noah carefully assessing each one. How different from Denny, who made no secret of his indifference to my livelihood. Noah's long fingers caressed my treasures, respect and care so obvious. Then I took him into my workroom, turning on my CDs and let him help with me with the intricate restoration of a turn-of-the-century pie cupboard.

Working beside him was a joy. He had many insights to share and he was not afraid of getting dirty. He even had a few good ideas for the restoration that actually worked better than my own.

As the music played, I could hear Noah humming along to several tunes, another thing I liked. When one of my favorites started, "Someone to Watch Over Me", he took my hand and led me into a warm and loving dance. The afternoon passed quickly, with chatter, work, dancing, silence and some very romantic kissing. Finally, he asked me to dinner. We locked up the back door and walked back to my house.

I showed him to the guest room and made sure he had everything he needed in the bath. I went to my bedroom, not quite closing the door and ran a bath, settling happily into the bubbles. I thought over the day, thinking it was one of the best.

Dressing for Noah was exciting. First my pale lavender lace bra, with the demi-cups. My breasts looked voluptous. I wore the matching panties and garter belt, fastening creamy thigh high nylons to the hooks. The dress I chose was one I had gotten in NYC. It was a soft mauve, draping my figure gently, with a slit on the side that highlighted my shapely legs. My shoulders and arms were bare, smooth and sparkling. I deliberately left my curls free, looking just the littlest bit unkempt, as if fingers had been running through them, tossing them about. Finally, creamy sandals that were flat, making me that much shorter than Noah.

As I left my room, Noah was standing outside his own. He was dressed elegantly in a dark suit and a tastefully designed silk tie. My heart leapt. He looked at me with admiration in his eyes. He extended his arm to me and proudly walked out the front door with me. After assisting me into the car, he went around to the driver's side and backed out of my driveway. He seemed to have a plan, so I just relaxed and enjoyed the drive.

We finally arrived at our destination. He helped me from the car, and guided me into the building. It was like entering a fairy tale. The walls were covered with tiny magical white lights and the tables were glowing with candles. Everywhere I looked, beautifully dressed men and women were eating, talking or dancing.

After a lovely dinner, accompanied by dancing and far too much wine, Noah and I drove home. I had a truly magnificent time. He was the ideal companion, a fact he was working hard to show me. The ride home was quiet, comfortably so. We held hands and just enjoyed being together.

At home, once again, he rushed to assist me from the car, taking my hand to guide me inside. He turned on the CD player, and Linda Eder filled the air with my favorite song, "Why Do People Fall in Love?". Noah held me close and dance me through the living room, his hands on my back, pulling me against him. We kissed as we whirled, his fingers sliding into my hair and making me his captive. This time there was no thought of Denny. I just thought of Noah and how grateful I was that he was here with me.

I stopped dancing and looked up into his eyes. His loving eyes. Slowly, I nodded my head. And Noah smiled.

 

[Miltone]

Denton P. Willis

Having never particularly thought of myself as a "funny" man, it was with a bemused smile that I accepted Miss McAllister’s accolade and her offer of a glass of Merlot. She eagerly hooked her arm inside mine and escorted me inside, sweeping up her nearly empty glass en route. She led me into kitchen sure to brush up against me at every chance.

As I read the label of the Merlot—a surprising find from a winery in Wisconsin with a German heritage—and began to pour, I became aware of the light feminine floral scent of her perfume. She leaned back against the counter and cocked her head forward and turned to face me, her soft blonde hair fanning out from her head. She certainly smelled as good as she looked in her clingy little camisole top with the white lace trim and skinny little straps. There was a fetching slice of her abdomen laid bare between her top and shorts, and the shorts were just that in spades, scarcely covering any bit of her shapely thighs. The thought occurred to me as to whom she might have been looking to snare had I not happened by. She brought her head back and finger combed her ash blonde hair back with her long slender fingers. There was a slight blushing in her cheeks that only served to accent her light dusting of freckles.

“So, Denty, what brings you by my street tonight?” she asked reaching toward me to take her replenished glass of wine. “I would think a handsome man like you would be out having fun.”

“Well, I rather enjoy walking after dinner,” I began. “And often prefer it to inane meaningless conversation with someone who only pretends to be my friend.”

“Uh-huh,” she said. “You know, I hope you don't mind my asking, you can give me a hand with something.”

“Oh, really? And just what would that be?” I inquired.

“The toilet in my bathroom won’t stop running,” she complained, a slightly sad look on her face. “And I was wondering if you could take a look at it.”

“I’m a lawyer, not a plumber, Martha,” I started to say, but when she feigned a lost and helpless look, I couldn’t turn her down. “But I am pretty good at fixing things with my hands.”

“I’ll bet you are,” she laughed. “Come on. This way.”

She led me from the kitchen and down the hall, passing through her bedroom into the rather large master bath. It smelled like a woman’s place, though I wasn’t surprised by the extensive clutter on her vanity.

“Hear it?” she asked. “Runs all the time.”

I straddled the seat and cleared off the top of the tank. As I looked over at her, I noticed from the corner of my eye the lineup of her dainty underwear draped over the shower curtain rod. She leaned forward, her hands on her knees to watch me. I also noticed how little her top did to conceal her gorgeous figure as she bent over. She knew I was glancing her way and bent stsill farther forward in an altogether calculated move. Setting the tank lid aside, I looked inside and saw how the pull chain had been sized too long.

“Do you have some pliers?” I asked.

“Um, yeah. Sure.”

She disappeared for a moment only to return quickly with a pair of slip-joint pliers. Again she leaned over far more than was needed and held the pose while I thanked her and used the pliers to remove the unneeded segments of the chain so that it would allow the mechanism to function properly. Within a moment or two, the tank had filled and shut off.

“Oh, thank you, Denty!” she squealed, looping her arms around my neck. “You’re such a sweetheart.”

“You say that only because you know there won’t be a bill attached to my services,” I smiled. After replacing the lid and standing up, I had to persist in removing her arms from around me, though there was an appeal to the brushing feeling of her breasts against my chest. “Now where did I set my wine?” Retrieving it in the kitchen, I stepped toward the door leading to her side porch, but she looked somewhat disappointed.

“I thought you might want to cozy up inside tonight, Denty,” she said slipping up beside me and letting her long fingers graze across my chest.

“Actually it is such a lovely night out,” I said feeling the urge for some fresh air, “I would prefer to sit outside if you don’t mind.”

Again another look of disappointment, but soon followed by a look of resignation, then a moment of thought, and finally the happy look of resolution.

“Then maybe I’ll slip into something more comfortable,” she said quickly. “I’ll be right outside in a jiff.”

“All right,” I said slowly and, taking up our wine glasses, proceeded outside to sit on her porch swing.

Barely did I have a chance to sit, take a sip of wine, and breathe in the balmy late summer air, when the door creaked open and Martha stepped forth, a light blue silken robe about her shoulders and tied loosely about her narrow waist. She sat closely beside me and took up her glass of wine for a sip.

“Now where were we?” she said.

“I believe we were in the bathroom,” I ventured drolly.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” she laughed with a mock slap of her hand on my shoulder. “I mean when you were over like this just the other night.”

I looked at her, bemused again by her manner.

“If I remember correctly, it was something like this,” she said, taking my hand and placing it on her breast, pressing my palm up against her firm flesh and taut nipple. “And I was just about to do this,” she said, leaning forward to bring her lips close enough to mine to brush lightly against me.

“I don’t remember that part,” I said, backing my head away from her.

“Well, I do,” she answered sternly and pressed forward, kissing me briskly. “Mmm, Denty.” Her hand slipped down from where it held my hand to her breast and dipped to my lap, as if her fingers were searching for something. “Oh, Denty, you do like me!” she sighed once her fingers discovered my semi-flacid member.

I had accepted her kiss and would have done the same with the touch of her hand, but somehow her easy and casual manner put me off, something that obviously every other eligible man in Scottsville—and perhaps some who were less than eligible—had been unable to deny.

“Are you afraid of me, Denty?” she asked, placing her hands on my shoulders.

“No, my dear Martha,” I replied. “Fear is not one of my shortcomings.”

“But I don’t understand,” she stated in a puzzled voice. “I mean, I know you like what you see when you look at me … all men do, but when I practically throw myself at you, you act like you couldn’t care less.” She paused for a moment. “Are you gay?”

I laughed. Loudly. “My dear Miss McAllister. Sorry to disappoint you, but my preference is definitely hetero, but it isn’t a matter of my caring or not. One should remember that it is often the giver who is more fond of the gift than the recipient.”

“Huh?” she said dumbfounded. “Oh, I get it! You’re just joking around like you always do. You’re so funny that way!”

“Actually, I’m not. I’m really just …”

But she never gave me a chance to finish, instead, she gathered herself up and pressed forward toward me, looping her arms around my neck, and planting a warm, open mouth kiss squarely on my lips. Her fingers wove up into the hair on the back of my neck, and her body lunged forward, her robe falling open to reveal her lovely breasts and rigid pink nipples. I tried to fend her off, but she persisted and surged forward to bring her hips into my lap, her tongue slipping into my mouth, her hands clawing at me.

“Oh, Denty, I want you so much!” she whispered hoarsely as she advance her lips to my cheek and nibbled at my ear. “Take me now! I need you!”

“No, you don’t Martha,” I said, finally taking hold of her wrists and pulling them away from me, and pushing her back to her place beside me. Her robe had completely parted now, her breasts and shaven blonde twat exposed for any to see. “You barely know me. I’m just another conquest to you, Martha. Perhaps another time, another life there might have been a way. But not tonight, not in Scottsville, and not with me.” I stood up brusquely and took a few steps away. “Thank you for the Merlot. It was very nice. September is ... a good month.”

“Denty wait!” she called out rising up from the swing and moving toward me, hardly mindful of her robe hanging open, her supple curvy body clearly visible. She reached for me, but I held her off.

“Save it for one of Scottsville more deserving residents,” I said. “And you might want to consider your next door neighbor since you are giving him quite a show as it is,” I said nodding toward the shadows in the neighbor’s window. Martha pulled her robe together and stood on the porch, her foot tapping furiously. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”

I smiled and nodded my head in her direction and then stepped from the porch down to the walk. Glancing back over my shoulder I caught a glimpse of her spreading her robe wide open to flash her neighbor and a moment later heard the slam of her kitchen door.

Chuckling to myself, I wandered toward downtown. Reaching in my pants pocket for my keys, I remembered instead having slipped them into my jacket pocket—something I rarely did—and felt something soft and delicate. I pulled it out only to see a pair of dark satin and lace panties. Then I remembered my evening with Amelia a few weeks back and how I had discovered them the day after, rolled up in the blanket we had spread under the moonlight. Somehow they had fallen from her purse that night and after finding them I had mindlessly stuffed them into my pocket and promptly forgotten. Besides, how does one politely return a lady’s lost panties?

Clutching them gently in my hand, I noticed that it wasn’t too late and thought that perhaps she had sent her gentleman caller on his way. So I turned up toward her house and made my way up the steps to her front door. I could hear music playing, but no voices, and the lights were still on. I rapped soundly at the door. Twice. Then the door swung open and Amelia stood before me, dressed in a lovely mauve off shoulder evening dress, her face aglow with a wonderful smile.

“Excuse me, Miss Nelsen, for calling so late tonight, but I believe these belong to you,” I said, pulling the black satin and lace panties from my pocket and extending them toward her, dangling from my fingers. “I wouldn’t want you to have to go … without.”

The look evaporated from her face when she saw what I had pressed into her hand. She looked at her hand, then back at me. Then back at her hand. I placed my own hand under her chin and tilted her face up to mine. Taking a step further toward her, I leaned forward and kissed her fully on the lips. She responded with a deep sigh. It was then that I heard a cough and opened my eyes to see Mr. Noah standing off to the side with his face shriveled up as if he had seen something quite disgusting.

“I’m sorry. I’m interrupting again,” I said quickly. “Goodnight, Amelia. Goodnight, Noah.”

I turned on my heel and pulled the door closed behind me. For a late summer night, the air was still balmy and the crickets were still chirring their mating song.

 

[captivate]

Miss Amelia Nelsen

With my nod, Noah wrapped his arms tightly around me and kissed me deeply. "Oh, Amelia, you have made me so very happy," he said. He continued holding me and dancing with me, guiding me to the overstuffed sofa. He sat down and pulled me into his lap, still kissing me and murmuring my name. We had spent some time in NYC kissing and touching. Even today in my shoppe, we had indulged in some romantic activity. But nothing had prepared me for being with a Noah who was this sure of himself. His kisses seemed to last for hours, his hands touched me with a sense of proprietorship. He was so sure of himself as his lips washed mine, his tongue entered my mouth and captured mine, teasing me and inviting me to play. That was it! Suddenly he was playful! It was as if all tension had left his body, and he knew the way was clear for us to be together.

He paused in his ravaging of my mouth to say my name. He held my chin in his hand and asked "Why?"

"I am not one to question my luck or Fate or Kismet, but why, Amelia? Why me and why now?" he whispered.

I didn't really have an answer for him. Maybe it was because I realized that Denny would never settle down in a small town, maybe it was because I knew he would always have beautiful clients and I would constantly worry about comparisons, or maybe it was because I could finally see that Noah was offering me what I wanted and this might be my last opportunity.

I didn't say these things to him, I just leaned into him and kissed his neck, breathing his name and his scent, offering all of me. I will credit him with this, he was not one to hesitate. His graceful fingers slid down my back and then up my side, until he was holding my breast, cupped perfectly in his palm. He slowly massaged the tip, smiling as my nipple burst forth in tightly wrinkled splendor. The very beautiful bra I had worn was barely capable of containing my breasts, his massage caused the orb to spill forth into his waiting hand. He lowered his mouth to my bodice, breathing hotly against my skin, making me shiver with delight. His other hand was caressing my spine, moving up and down slowly, searching for the fastener that was holding my clothing in place. He was amazingly good at one-handed unbuttoning, but I didn't really care. I just wanted to feel him touching me, kissing me, perhaps erasing the memory of Denny making love to me.

I childishly thought that Denny was so important because he was the only one to have touched my virgin skin, my innocent flesh. I thought if Noah touched me here and there and there, he would wipe away the memory of Denny and his loving ways.

I felt myself sinking into the oblivion of lovers, not caring, not knowing, not hearing. In the distance, there was a light pounding... perhaps my heart? Then I heard it again. It was someone at the door. I forced myself back to reality, back to my living room sofa and Noah. I stood, trying to pull my clothes together, patting my hair into place.

Noah stood also. He buttoned my dress with agile fingers, combed my hair, kissed my neck. "I am falling in love with you, Amelia. Hurry back!"

Those words were still vibrating through my head as I opened my front door to reveal Denny. Denny smiling, Denny twinkling, Denny holding out a pair of my pretty panties. I could not quite grasp the situation, I must have looked blank. Then Denny did the one thing that would guarantee that I would not be with Noah tonight. He kissed me. My heart sighed his name, my soul sang out, calling to him. I totally forgot Noah, until he cleared his throat. I pulled away from Denny, but it was so hard to do. He turned and walked away. I watched his retreating back and knew the truth at that moment.

As I closed the door and turned back to Noah, his face was dark and sad. "You don't have to say it, Amelia. I see your heart in your eyes. I will leave tonight."

I sat on the sofa, listening to Noah packing his few things. He walked past me, never even looking my way. As the front door closed behind him, I made up my mind.

I left my house soon afterward, walking along the street, following Denny's path to his house, as if the way were lit from his earlier footsteps. The lights were on downstairs and I heard the sad sounds of the blues coming from his windows. I stepped onto his veranda, and walked intently to the front door. I knocked softly once, then with more purpose.

I saw his shadow cross to the door and heard the lock turn. He opened the door, looking into my face, his eyes lighting.

"I am here, Denny," I said.

 

[Miltone]

Denton P. Willis

“And so you are,” I responded. “Isn’t this a pleasant surprise?” I was certain that Amelia could see the look of surprise on my face as we stood at my door. Of course in a town that features quaint 3-digit addresses it wasn’t hard to figure out where anyone lived. “Pardon my lack of manners, but won’t you come in?” I offered, holding the door open for her.

Amelia stepped lightly inside and her eyes swept around the room and it was her turn to be surprised. As the hard-edged blues of Johnnie Basset cut from the stereo, she took stock of the living room. Despite its decided Victorian bent, there were modern houses in Scottsville, and I had been lucky to find one of them. The vague prairie style of my little bungalow lent itself to a modern décor—art moderne to be more precise. My furnishings featured lots of rich mahogany in curving sweeping but extremely functional shapes. Her eyes grew large when she saw the bronze statuary, including a few original Remingtons, and the original impressionist canvases adorning the walls.

“May I offer you something to drink, Amelia? Wine? Brandy? Over-priced bottled water?”

“It doesn’t matter, Denny,” she replied.

“I have a wonderful French brandy from a recent trip abroad that you might enjoy,” I remarked. “Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll pour us each a glass?”

I gestured toward the sofa, a long low deep mahogany affair with plush dark green upholstery. She smiled and I stepped into the dining room to pour the brandies. I set each glass on a crystal-serving tray and turned about quickly to carry them into the living room, only to see Amelia standing right behind me.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I remarked, fortunately having not spilt a drop. “I didn’t expect to see you there.”

Amelia smiled and took a glass as I held out the tray. She waited until I had taken up my glass and set down the tray before she took a drink.

“Oh, my dear lady, no,” I pronounced, seeing her toss down a mouthful. “This is an vintage liqueur and should be sipped to be fully enjoyed.” I demonstrated by swirling the husky amber fluid around the snifter and inhaled the elegant perfume of its bouquet. She watched closely before taking a dainty sip. “So shall we?” I asked gesturing toward the front room.

“Yes, we shall,” she replied, taking another sip of brandy and setting her glass down on the liquor cabinet. She took mine from my hand and set it down as well.

Taking a final step toward me, Amelia placed her hands upon my chest, very near my shoulders and stood up on her tiptoes to kiss me. This was not another of the light brushing exploratory kisses we had exchanged a few times before. This kiss was hot and urgent and wet and deep, the power of which forced me to put my arms around her to simply hang on. The warmth of her body pressing close to me and the way her fingers ran up to the back of my neck and wove their way into my hair enflamed my feelings for her, a dangerous situation since it was late summer and we were both in a very combustible state of mind.

“Denny,” she said, her breath coming hot and shallow. “I want you to make love to me. I want to make love to you. I want it all ... tonight!”

Without another word, her tiny hands pulled down from behind my neck and began to pluck at the buttons of my shirt. Her hot wet little mouth made a trail of kisses down from my neck and along the parting of my shirt as she opened it up. My own hands found the buttons to her lovely dress and when I slipped it from her shoulders, it fell easily away from her body to pool at her ankles. Amelia eased the shirt from my shoulders and began to work on removing my slacks. We stepped from our clothes and pressed together in a hot sweet embrace, our hands tingling with delight at the expanses of warm willing flesh that they discovered.

“Are you sure about this, my dear sweet lady?” I asked.

Amelia glanced up at me with the most incredulous look in her eyes. She reached up with her hand and stroked my cheek.

“Never more sure about anything before in my life,” she replied.

And there was no doubt in the look on her face, and I could feel so sense of doubt in my hands as they toured her willing body from neck to hips and back again. The clock in the hallway began to chime, having just turned midnight. Before the clock had finished, I had scooped Miss Nelsen up and carried her off to my room, setting her down on the silken comforter. I lit a pair of candles on the nightstand.

“Jasmine,” I said softly. “A favorite scent of mine.”

 

[captivate]

Miss Amelia Nelsen

It happened so fast and in the most incredible slow motion. I was standing on Denny's porch, hearing him approach his door, and then I was inside his masculine living room, in awe of his lovely possessions, and then, I was next to him, against him, nearly inside of him as I offered myself to him.

Our clothes were removed and all obstacles as well. He handily picked me up in his arms and carried me to his room, reminding me of Rhett as he finally carried his Scarlett to their bed and a night of grand passion.

He set me gently on the bed, moving about the room, lighting candles and murmuring softly to me. It was my first opportunity to see a naked man, and I availed myself of it. Denny is one of those men who wears clothes well. He looks elegant without seeming foppish, comfortable in the garments. But as wonderful as he looks every day, he was made for this, the lack of clothing or protective covering. His body is lean and trim, yet well-toned. He walked with panther grace about the room, making it a bower of warmth and security. I didn't move, just watched with a delicious anticipation in my head, my heart and my body. The ache I had been experiencing since Denny arrived in town had blossomed into a tantalizing throbbing. As I lay naked on his silken coverlet, the heat spread throughout my body and I licked my lips in anticipation.

Finally, he returned to me. "What about....?" I covered his lips with my hand, stilling the question.

"There is no one else. There couldn't be." His lips closed over my fingertips, pulling them deeply into the heat of his mouth, causing a surge of feelings inside me, making me quiver with longing and need. He was beside me, along the length of me, our bodies almost too warm in the summer heat.

We kissed. We kissed in ways that we only invented that night. Our bodies yearned for each other, yet we were nearly chaste in our early lovemaking. Kissing, touching hands to faces, looking into each other's eyes, this was what occupied us for untold minutes. I felt the need deep within and knew that Denny would satisfy it. He talked to me, softly, gentling me. He told me what he wanted, how he wanted it, what he planned. He also told me what he liked and showed me the way.

My virgin fingers found his hot cock, and held on to the turgid skin, the heat nearly burning me. He caressed my hand and taught me the rhythm of loving him. I am an apt student and happily became his lover. He instructed and I learned, and then I shared my knowledge. I heard Denny moan, I heard his breath catch as I touched and learned and explored.

My own body was learning also. I felt the moisture flooding my lips and wetting my thighs, felt the heat deep inside me, realized that opening myself to a lover was an incredible gift I could give.

After the night on the blanket by the lake, I had foolishly thought myself a woman. Now I realized I had barely begun my journey. Now I learned the desire being with the right man brought. I learned to enjoy the pain of need, because the rewards were so incredibly rich.

We moved apart and I learned something new. My mouth moved down Denny's body, kissing his skin, inhaling his scent, marking the man I wanted as my own. I reached his hips and paused, mesmerized by the loveliness of him. There, before me, was the first cock I had ever seen. He was tall and thick, the head a deep red with tears of happiness oozing from the tiny eye. Without thinking, I licked the clear fluid with my tongue, tasting my Denny for the first time. As my tongue caressed his velvety skin, Denny sighed and slipped his elegant fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp and holding me near to him. As if I would move!

I held my new toy in one hand as I licked it with long strokes. This pleased him. I nibbled the head, again I heard his pleasure. I grew bolder, circling the head, nipping at the base, enjoying the feeling of power. My mouth closed over the entire head and I heard Denny moan with delight.

His hands in my hair pulled me upward. I immediately knew that I had done something wrong, that I had failed. He settled my head in his shoulder, kissing my forehead and caressing my curls. When I finally had the courage to look at him, I fought back the tears. Foolish me. I can't believe I thought I was pleasing him! Denny was used to women like Martha, women who knew what they were doing, and how to do it. He didn't need someone like me, a clumsy virgin, unable to do the most natural activities correctly. Now I knew that what I had taken as moans of pleasure were obviously those of discomfort. The tears ran from my eyes. I was a failure at the one thing I wanted to do correctly.

 

[Miltone]

Denton P. Willis

“My dear sweet lady,” I said upon seeing her look of consternation. “You are doing quite well, except you might want to take it easier with the teeth.” Her look changed to one of puzzlement. “Here let me demonstrate,” I said in a near whisper.

I cupped her breast and leaned down to kiss the nipple, feeling it pucker up as my lips brushed over it. I nibbled on it gently and heard her sigh and felt her body quiver in response. “I can tell you like that,” I remarked. “But there is a thin line between pleasure and pain that I am not fond of crossing.” I nipped down on her nipple again, this time more firmly and she winced. To sooth her aching teat, I lathered it with several loving little licks before drawing it into my mouth and suckling it gently and soothingly. “Do not be afraid, but do be gentle. Kiss me as you would wish me to kiss your body.”

And so our evening commenced with my continued demonstration as I kissed her other breast and let my tongue taste the sweet valley in between. Her body was warm and receptive and Amelia she let me know by her movements where she wished me to visit next. There was little of her body that she didn’t want me to taste and I indulged my fondness for the female anatomy by kissing and licking my way down from her neck and breasts to her belly and thighs.

Amelia lay before me open and willing, the scent of her excitement like an aphrodisiac as my lips drew near. Her tender and sweet virginal sex was parted slightly from the spreading of her legs. I pressed my lips to it and let my tongue ease out from between my lips, tasting the wet satiny folds of her pussy. Drawing the tip of my tongue gently up and down and around from her hard little nub down and along the length of her slit in a series of lazy little figure eights.

Her hands reached down to pull my head closer to her body, but I resisted, choosing to remain a bit gentler than her urgent desire was pleading. Up and down I let my tongue wander, though with each pass I increased the pressure until Amelia began to writhe uncontrollably. Her voice called out my name in between her shallow and fast paced breaths.

“Oh, Denny, Denny,” she gasped. “Oh, Denny!”

When I sucked on her clitoris and drew it up into my mouth and laved it gently, she began to moan deeply and raised her hips up from the bed to press her sex against my face. With just the lightest grazing of my teeth upon her most sensitive organ, she exploded in a frenzy of sexual release. Easing a pair of fingers up inside her and twisting them slightly back and forth kept her release flowing until I finally ceased moving and simply pressed my mouth against her, feeling her wetness coat my lips and chin.

With a final series of womanly groans and sighs, Amelia fell back completely to the bed. With soft kisses I began to retrace my path toward her mouth. When I reached her lips, she pulled me firmly to her and kissed me eagerly.

“Denny, I knew it was you whom I wanted,” she whispered.

“And so you shall have me,” I answered, rolling over onto my back and pulling her little body on top of me. “Now it’s your turn to show me what you have just learned.”

Amelia raised her head up and smiled, her eyes filled with a wanton desirous look. Almost as I had, she began to kiss her way back down my body and I lay back succumbing to the pleasure she was giving me as she eagerly devoured my flesh.

 

[captivate]

Miss Amelia Nelsen

Twice. Twice my darling Denny had taken me to the glorious world of excitement and need and had satisfied that very longing he had created. Now I am against him, above him, looking down into his loving face, and I am being allowed the opportunity to make love to him. Every part of his body offered new and interesting textures and scents. His neck was a delight of curves and form. His chest was firm with soft, downy hair. Hidden in the midst of the softness were his two nipples, hard and tight. I tentatively licked one and heard his moan. I licked again, a little harder, and he arched up to me. My mouth closed around his nipple, sucking it softly into my greedy warmth, and I could hear the ragged breathing it caused. I lifted my head and smiled at him, then began alternating nipples and movements. I licked, sucked, circled, teased. Denny's hands caressed my back, sliding into my hair. His breathing was shallow. I could feel his heart pounding against his chest as I continued my play. The feeling of power returned as I, virginal Amelia Nelsen, actually took Denny's breath away.

Although I loved what I was doing, I was anxious to continue, to find his hard manhood and make love to it with my newly acquired skill. Kissing my way down his body was a delicious journey. Finally, I settled happily between his thighs, again in awe at the sight of his erect cock, bobbing with need. The fluid ran freely from the tiny eye, and I couldn't resist tasting him again. I carefully shielded my teeth and slid my lips over him, inhaling his precome and savoring it. I made love to him, to all of him, with delight. I explored further and found his wrinkled sacs, licking them carefully. "Yes," he murmured. So this too was allowed? I licked each one, then sucked on it, pulling it into my mouth and gently probing with my tongue. Ah, he liked that!

I played now, sucking in and popping out. His hips moved in rhythm to my mouth, his hands slid deep into my hair. His scent was maddening, a male scent I had never had the pleasure of enjoying before.

His hands pulled on me again. I immediately thought I had again done something wrong, but when I saw Denny's face, I knew that wasn't the case. His smile was glowing, his eyes hazy with lust. He pulled me up his body, placing his hands on my hips and lifting me, as a doll, to the position he wanted.

"This will be the least painful, Little One. You can control the depth and intensity, even the speed."

With that, he lowered me onto his cock, just barely, just the slippery head against my body. He moved me up and down, allowing his head to massage and enter me just the tiniest bit. As I became accustomed to his movements, I began pressing down, encouraging him to enter me. It seemed like forever, but finally I could feel him, stretching me, filling me. There was a moment of pain, then he was truly inside me, deeply and completely.

He stopped and just held my hips, watching my face carefully, waiting. As I became accustomed to him, I wanted more. I moved my hips on him, making them rock around his erection. This was the sign he wanted. Now he held me and moved my body up and down. The sensations were incredible. I could feel his heat, like a glowing rod, inside me. I could almost picture him inside me. Once I picked up the rhythm, his hands moved to my breasts, cupping them, pinching the nipples, making them hard.

I felt warmth gathering in my feet and moving up my legs. Something was happening, I wasn't sure what, but I had no intentions of stopping now. Everything centered between my legs. I felt I was glowing, vibrating, molding myself to my lover. Then I wasn't thinking at all, just screaming and shaking, Denny holding me tightly throughout.

I had already had two orgasms with Denny, but this was totally unlike them. This shook my very roots, causing even more fluids to gather there. As I regained my senses, I looked down at Denny. He was watching me, still waiting.

 

[Miltone]

Denton P. Willis

The sight of Amelia astride me, atop me, her voice crying out with sounds that were completely unexpected from her virginal mouth, captivated me completely. Oh, I had been with a virgin or two previously, but somehow this de-flowering was different from all of the others. This was more of a woman coming of age, becoming herself, and realizing what she wanted, desired and needed. And my part in this event moved me greatly, to see this, and to be such an integral part of it set my pulse racing and my soul on fire. Perhaps my face showed little of blaze that Amelia had ignited, but I felt it in my body and my response to her movement as her body rocked madly over me.

Her snug little pussy was clenched tightly about my long stiff cock as she sought the culmination of her long deferred desires. And when I felt her body quiver and shake, I let her fall down upon me, receiving her with warm kisses and light touches. I held her little quaking body as she moaned deeply, keeping myself buried will within her. As her breathing returned to something more normal, I rolled her over and cradled her body beneath me with tender care.

I kissed her lips and cheeks and neck, letting my tongue drag over her smooth sweet skin. And as I tasted her longing flesh, I began to move slowly in and out of her, letting every inch of my yearning manhood savor the feeling of being inside her, a feeling that resonated within me. Nearly pulling out of her only to move back inside her deeply, I began to sense the special impact of this encounter. I was leading and teaching this delightful woman the joys that she had been denied for so long. And to see her face below me, her dark eyes shimmering with desire, her mouth framing her urgent cries for satisfaction, and her body writhing in the throes of the passion that was consuming us both.

As Amelia became accustomed to my lovemaking and began to respond with urgent movements of her own, I could sense that she was no longer a virgin in any meaning of the word, but a creature of desire suddenly freed from its restraint. I could see within her eyes the look of an experienced woman, one that rivaled other more experienced women with whom I had the pleasure. Lest we get too caught up in the seriousness of our coupling, I looked down upon her face and smiled.

“Amelia, you are a woman now,” I said in a completely unoriginal yet apropos comment. “And it has been my honor to bring you here, so let’s enjoy!”

I bent down and kissed her lightly, sensing the taste and eagerness with which she greeted me. She reached up and took a hold of me; her eyes conveying how she didn’t want me to stop, but to continue to spread the pleasure that was building and growing within each of us. As our bodies became intertwined, we rolled over and back again several times, each time allowing the one on top the luxury of moving to the beat of their own pleasure, which only built upon the passion that had been growing since our first encounter.

 

[captivate]

Miss Amelia Nelsen

A more experienced woman might have taken most of this evening for granted, but not me. Every touch, every movement, every word held special significance for me.

As I lay below Denny, looking into his eyes as his body meshed with mine, I felt such completeness. My legs wrapped around his waist, keeping me close to him, keeping him close to me. In all my life, I wanted to be this close with this man. I could feel his breath on my face, hear his breathing, feel his heart pounding against my own. His body slid into mine, coming home to me, and I wanted it to continue forever. I knew that Denny had deliberately brought me to orgasm repeatedly, holding back his own completion while deferring to mine. Now I needed to feel him, hear him, as he found satisfaction. I was unsure what to do, but wanted to discover it on my own, surprise my lover.

I felt him slide into my silky pinkness and dwell there. At that moment, I tensed my inner muscles, causing his cock to be caught tightly in my grip. His amazed gasp said it all. He looked down into my face and smiled, actually laughed, and said, "Well done, Little One. You are learning!" I began to rhythmically massage his engorged manhood, feeling him swell in response.

We turned on our sides, facing each other, my thigh thrown over his, my body gripping his. I could look down and see our curlies meshed together, his manhood impaling me, my pale skin against his muscular tanned thigh. We kissed often. We touched delicately with our fingertips, with Denny looking as delighted as I felt.

We moved slowly together, in perfect rhythm, adrift in the joy of lovemaking. I could feel Denny gathering heat within me, I could hear his softly erotic moans in my ear. Then he was still. Deep within me, I could feel him pulsing and the heat filling my womanly depths. He pulled me close, my nipples hard against his chest, his mouth in my hair, murmuring my name.

We stayed locked together, finally falling asleep. My mind was awhirl with thoughts of Denny and what we had done. In all my life, I had hoped and imagined it would be like this, shared with someone I liked and respected. It was all I had wished for and so much more, so warm and perfect. His arms held me close and made me safe as I fell asleep with a man for the first time in my life.

 

[Miltone]

Denton P. Willis

The loving efforts of the little woman beside me had taken her quickly into dreamland. As sleepy as it had made her, I was wide-awake, but not in an inconvenient or uncomfortable way. I lay in bed holding Amelia’s sleeping form close beside me for the longest while feeling her stir occasionally and snuggle tightly within the crook of my arm.

Before sleep overcame me, I slipped from the bed and extinguished the candles and turned out the other lights throughout the house, leaving on only the small mission style lamp on the nightstand at the dimmest setting. As I slipped back into bed, and pulled up the covers, spooning in behind Amelia, her voice mumbling dreamily what I almost thought was my name.

Being a light sleeper and never needing as much rest as most others, I was awake early and waited to rouse Amelia, but her sweetly sleeping form had hardly moved from her position the night before. Not wishing to disturb her, I slipped again from the bed and into a robe. Getting breakfast started, I moved about the house, retrieving our clothes that had been tossed indiscriminately about the living room. I hung up my own and laid hers out on the foot of the bed; fingering her delicate lingerie made me smile at the memory of having removed it the previous evening. Before leaving I set out a robe for her, a spare that I always kept freshly laundered for time like this.

I returned to the kitchen and began finishing breakfast. Despite our several conversations over meals, we had never discussed breakfast, and I wasn’t sure if she was the Eggs Benedict type and so I chose a simple omelet, which did feature my own blend of peppers and other spices. Between sips of coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice, I sautéed the diced potatoes and onions and mushrooms. I know how well the smells of a cooking breakfast can awaken the deepest sleeper, so I wasn’t surprised to see Amelia stumble sleepily into the kitchen just as I was about to turn the eggs and add the sharp cheddar. I was glad to see that she had chosen the robe, a lovely light blue color with red trim that was obviously too large for her short frame, but looked wonderful on her.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” I called out. “Coffee and juice are over on the counter.”

She came directly toward me silently and watched as I tended the stove. Moving behind me, she wrapped her arms about my waist and pressed her cheek to my back. Her little hands worked their way through the folds of my robe to warm themselves against my stomach.

“So I take it you’re not a morning person,” I remarked.

 

[captivate]

The Very Happy Miss Amelia Nelsen

Several times during the night, I awakened briefly, but hearing Denny's even breathing behind me, I was lulled back to sleep. His arms encircled me, his breath stirred my hair, his heart beat against my bare back. Never had I felt so safe.

My dreams that night were vivid, busy, full of emotion. I lost myself in them, appreciating the way my mind was moving happily over so many scenarios. I almost didn't want to wake, but the most delicious scents filled the air, wafting directly to me as I slept.

Finally, I opened my eyes to see Denny's bedroom in morning light. My clothes were neatly placed on the bed, along with a robe that looked too big, but extremely comfortable. I turned and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, noting a soreness deep inside me, an ache that was not unpleasant, just foreign. My nipples responded to the cool morning air by growing hard, tightening. I stood, my center feeling almost bruised, but wonderfully so. The night came back to me with amazing clearness. I blushed thinking of the things I had done and said. But I also smiled with pleasure that I had been a part of a most informative and loving night with Denny and felt that I had not disappointed him.

I walked into the bathroom and found the new toothbrush Denny had set out for me. "My, my, he is a prepared gentleman! Nice clean robe, fresh toothbrush...he thinks of everything!"

I washed up and brushed my teeth, quite liking the feeling of being in his large robe, naked and ready. I looked into the mirror and wondered if it was permissable to want more so soon. I was totally uninformed of the etiquette of this. Did one make love in the night and then act as if nothing happened? Or did one just enjoy a breakfast and return to the normal daily routine? Was it proper for the lady, who had just discovered lovemaking, to want more and to want it in the morning light? Want it more than the aromatic breakfast being prepared?

I wandered downstairs, my thighs tender and slightly sore, my nipples standing firm inside the large cotton robe. I followed the delicious aromas to the kitchen, finding Denny, also in a robe, busily preparing an omelette that looked delectable. He looked at me smilingly, offering me coffee or orange juice. I walked behind him, slipping my hands into his robe, pressing against his back and considered how to tell him that I just wanted him.

“So I take it you’re not a morning person,” he remarked.

My response was to slide my hand down his tummy and find his cock, wrapping it in my fingers and feeling it engorge.

"Actually, I think I might be quite the morning person, Sir," I said.

 

[Miltone]

Denton P. Willis

“Well, seeing that our breakfast is ready and will not hold, perhaps we should eat first, Amelia,” I remarked, feeling the fingers of her tiny hand curling around my manhood. “Then we can explore just what kind of morning person you are.”

After giving my semi-erect member a gentle squeeze, Amelia backed away from me and took a seat at the breakfast nook while I finished turning the omelet. The radiant glow on her cheeks was not lost on me as I dished up breakfast and sat beside her.

“Mmm, this is very good, Denny,” she said, smacking her lips as she tasted her breakfast. “I can really appreciate a man who cooks as good as this.”

“Of course, the meal always tastes better when one hasn’t had to prepare it themselves,” I remarked.

It was a pleasant meal, the first one I had enjoyed in another’s company in some time. And catching a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of Amelia looking over at me with a sparkle in her eye produced a warm feeling inside. My only fear was that my being her first would produce some unrealistic expectations in her. But then she was fortunate that it was the lap of a true gentleman into which she had fallen, and I was nothing if not a gentleman.

When the omelet, toast, juice and coffee were finished, I got up to clean things up, but Amelia insisted on gathering up the dishes and washing them. I had thoughts of finding my way to the shower, but the sight of her standing at the sink in the oversized robe, humming a favorite tune softly lured me toward her.

“Perhaps this might be an opportune time to see just what kind of morning person you are, Miss Nelsen,” I remarked, stepping up behind her and resting my hand on her shoulders.

She stopped humming and pressed the cheeks of her ass back against me, her hands scurrying to finish rinsing the soapy dishes. My hands trailed down from her shoulders and over her breasts, finding the opening in the folds of the robe and easing my fingers inside. I gently tugged at the robe and pulled it open just enough to bare the pert full curves of her breasts. My hands moved up to cup her soft but firm flesh, my fingertips grazing over her taut dark nipples.

“Oh, Sir, if this meets your definition, I am very much a morning person,” she moaned, reaching for a hand towel to quickly dry off her hands.

She leaned back against me and slipped her hands behind, in between us, her fingers finding the fold of my robe and then the heat of my rising manhood. She eagerly sought out my thickening shaft and enveloped it with her dainty fingers, still soft and warm from washing dishes.

“This certainly does meet some criteria for morning personalities,” I remarked. I moved a hand down over her body, pulled open the belt of her robe, and as it fell open sent my fingertips down farther over the firm supple curve of her belly until they reached the soft curls and her moist sex. “And this most definitely verifies your status of a morning person,” I said as my finger glided down along her warm wet slit.

 

[captivate]

Miss Amelia Nelsen

So, this is what it is like. To spend the night in the arms of a wonderful, caring lover, to wake to a breakfast deliciously prepared and then return to your lover, drawn together by need and desire.

Washing the dishes with Denny was fun, a very normal occurrence that I had never had the pleasure of sharing. My hands in the soapy water, cleaning our plates, Denny standing behind me, pressed up against me, neither of our robes very consequential.

His elegant fingers found my flesh, and I pressed back against him, feeling his erect cock against my willing flesh, making me excited and wet.

His lips found my neck and began lightly kissing and nipping at that secret place, making me moan lightly and want more. His fingers separated my robe, exposing me to the slightly cool air and making my nipples become even more erect. I turned in his arms, pressing against his robe, feeling the slight roughness against my very tender nipples, rubbing them even more on the fabric, enjoying the sensation.

Denny's face bent to me and his mouth enveloped mine, softly urging my lips opened. He slid into me so easily, so well, his tongue playing with mine, games of teasing, games of lust. I felt the electricity shooting through my body, the feeling of being incredibly alive and hungry. His body against mine was hard and ready, my own was quickly responding.

I pulled the sash of his robe, opening it, exposing his warm body to my touch. My fingers moved to his shoulders, pushing the fabric off and down. I fitted my own body to his, his pulsing cock pressed between us, throbbing against me.

Close together we danced to the breakfast nook. Denny sat in the upholstered chair, beautifully erect. I moved forward, straddling his thighs, feeling the head of his manhood pressing into my moist center. I was so ready for him. My thighs opened further and I lifted myself until I could feel his heat entering me. Then I lowered myself on his rigid cock, feeling the way he filled and completed me. My face was level with his now. We stayed eye to eye, only scant inches apart, while I rode him, used him to fulfill the need raging inside me. His hands cupped my hips, his fingers tightly gripping my ass, helping me as I sought the pleasure I knew awaited me. Our mouths met in deep, intense kisses. Our breathing was in unison. I was aware of the moans and sounds I made, but was unable to stop them. This pleasure was unlike any I had ever experienced, and I wanted it all.

Denny was unnaturally quiet, allowing me to just enjoy without thinking. Our first night, our first time, had been gentle and soft and loving and slow. Now, the need was roaring in me, and he seemed to understand that.

His cock in me felt right and good, thrusting against the bruised tender flesh, making me gasp with delight. He slipped his hand between us, his finger searching for and finding my center. I could feel him massaging me there, sending me closer and closer to completion. His eyes never left mine, making the experience such an incredibly intimate one. My hands held his head, slid into his thick hair, massaged his naked shoulders. As I rode his engorged manhood, my nipples lightly scraped his chest.

The orgasm that shook me took me by surprise. It occured so quickly, so completely. One minute, I was striving. The next, I was crying out Denny's name and filled with hot throbbing.

Denny joined me soon after, his cock exploding deep within me, his eyes still locked with mine. His hands on my hips taught me the rhythm of this dance, encouring me to be gentle afterwards. For the first time, my gaze faltered, weighted by the pleasure.

Denny held me in his arms, my head on his shoulder, his hands lightly caressing my naked back.

"I do so love mornings, Sir!"

 

[Miltone]

Denton P. Willis

“So I see,” I said, kissing her head, letting the scent of her hair fill my senses. “And perhaps sometime we shall discover just how you feel about afternoons. But now I believe it’s time for a shower.”

As we rose up from the chair, I smiled when observing Amelia. This entire experience was new for her and she seemed uncertain of just how to react or what to do. I took her hand and led her to the shower. Once inside she seemed to get the idea and not only enjoyed the way I washed her little body, but also seemed to take delight in washing mine.

While dressing afterwards, I couldn’t help but notice the way she regarded me, watching me closely, with a joyful and loving smile on her face.

“Yes, I do put them one, one leg at a time,” I joked.

For my part I tried not to spy too intently on her as she dressed, though I did derive enjoyment from watching draw her stockings up her short but quite shapely legs.

We walked to town together in the lovely morning air, pausing along a neighbor’s fence to pluck some fresh little roses from their climbing vine.

“Denny!” she protested. “Are you sure that’s okay with them?”

“Of course,” I replied. “How are they to miss these few blooms when they are so abundant? Here. Take them … for your shop.”

Reaching our building in town, we went our separate ways. As I set to my business of preparing for the day, I couldn’t help but hear the faint sounds of Amelia’s music playing, a very upbeat and cheerful tune this morning. Then several minutes before my ten o’clock appointment, I heard the jangle of the downstairs door followed closely by the sound of footsteps hurrying up the stairs. I got up to see who it was and was nearly bowled over by Miss Brennan, a relatively new client.

“Meagan! What a surprise!”

“Oh, Mr. Willis. He’s gone and done it again,” she said as her tall slim body fell into my reluctant embrace. Tears were running down her freckled cheeks and she dabbed at them with a tissue and brushed her long curled golden honey-blonde hair from her face.

“Now, now. Settle down, Miss Brennan. Here have a seat,” I said walking her to the comfortable chair by my desk. “Can I get you something. A water, perhaps?”

“Yes … thank you … that would be fine,” she said in between sniffles.

I pulled a bottle from the mini-fridge and opened it for her. She took it and settled back into the chair as I stepped around my desk. I looked at my watch and realized that I had only a few minutes before my regular appointment. I looked back at Meagan, her long pale body easing back into the chair. Her dark blue eyes were still clouded with tears, but the strong flush on her face was beginning to recede. As she sipped the water and continued to settle down, she ran her hand down along her leg, smoothing out her skirt. She had the creamiest, dreamiest skin that I had ever seen, shown off to good advantage by the fairly short skirt and open necked blouse she wore.

“Can you tell me exactly what happened?” I asked once her sobs had calmed down.

“Well, I was in my home room before classes begin, going over my planning materials when he came in and he just … just … just …” Her voice trailed off as she began to sob again. “Oh, Mr. Willis! What am I going to do?”

“Don’t worry, Meagan,” I responded, getting up from my chair and walking back around the desk to stand beside her. “I have a plan for people like that. Looks like we’ll just have to up the ante.”

She looked up at me appealingly, her pretty young freckled face fraught with her anxiety. I grabbed another tissue and helped dry her tears.

“I’ll do anything for you if it will help get him off my case,” she offered, leaning her body toward me, the dreamy upper curves of her firm little breasts now becoming visible in the neckline of her blouse.

“That won’t be necessary, Miss Brennan,” I answered, checking my watch again. “Let me outline what I have in mind …”

 

[captivate]

Miss Amelia Nelsen

My mind is so full. Last night, I was with Noah, in his arms, ready to spend the night and, perhaps, the rest of my life with him. It probably would have happened if fate hadn't sent Denny to my door. If Noah hadn't seen the looks Denny and I exchanged. If Noah hadn't realized the truth. If, if, if.

My night with Denny had been perfect. Followed by a perfect breakfast with Denny and then more lovemaking. Then a perfect shower with Denny, learning more about the male body and the responses my own body could make.

Denny walked me to work, leaving me at my door with a loving kiss. I decided to work in my backroom, not wanting to share my thoughts or time with anyone else. I played my new Betty Buckley CD, singing along, but mindlessly. I couldn't get my thoughts from Denny and our time together.

This is what adults do. They come together and enjoy each other and then go about their lives. It doesn't have to be a commitment or forever after, just here and now. Noah would have been forever, I know that. He was not one to play and leave, he would have wanted everything, picket fence, kids, happy wife cooking his meals. Until last night, it is what I thought I wanted too. But now, I want to be this woman that Denny found. I want to be free to love and walk away, to watch as the entire waltz is performed.

As if thinking his name conjured him, I looked up so see Noah at my door. He was watching me carefully, assessing me sadly. I opened the door for him, stepping back to allow him to enter. As I looked out, I saw a lovely woman, a girl really, enter Denny's back door. I didn't really have time to ponder it, Noah was already clearing his throat and speaking.

"....last night at the Inn. It was lovely, quite charming, but lonely. Amelia, I need to know where I stand. I am quite prepared to state my intentions, to make a promise of a future with you, for you. I believe I could make you happy and give you a wonderful life."

I raised my eyes to Noah, seeing again his earnest face, his loving eyes. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close and resting his chin on my hair. I could hear his sincere heart beating, quite regular and calmly. I rested my cheek against his chest, listening to his words, feeling the security of his arms, knowing that this was my chance at everything I had dreamed of. Then I thought of Denny, the way his heart seemed to skip beats at my proximity and the excitement I felt just walking with him.

When I looked up at Noah, he saw it all in my eyes. He lightly kissed my nose and moved away. "So, this is the way it is. I see it now, Amelia. I wish you happiness and everything else you want and deserve." He turned and walked out the door, and out of my life.

My lovely clock chimed the hour as Noah walked away. He passed the striking woman just entering Denny's stairway. I had not heard the pretty blonde leave. I smiled, thinking things were getting pretty interesting in his office right now!

 

[Miltone]

Denton P. Willis

“So as you see, our plan of action will be quite deliberate and direct,” I told Miss Brennan confidently. “I’m quite sure that He will learn from the errors of his ways and pay for it accordingly.”

“Oh, thank you, Denton … I can call you that, can’t I?” she said with a joyful laugh, tossing her honey blonde head back appealingly.

A very tall lovely drink of water you are Miss Meagan Brennan, I thought to myself. If I weren’t more than twice her age and a most civilized gentleman at that I might have interpreted her look differently. Even as she took a step closer and lifted her hand to rest upon my chest, I knew a lesser man might not be able to resist.

“So is there something that I can do to reward you, Denton?” she asked, her voice soft and tender and inviting. “You’ve been so nice to listen to me this morning without an appointment and all. Surely there is something that I can do …”

I smiled warmly at this tall slim young woman, her dark blue eyes glistening; her broad smile and blushing rounded cheeks triggering a certain reaction inside me.

“There is nothing you can do to repay me this morning, Meagan,” I replied, placing my hand atop hers that was rubbing slightly and gently up and down my chest, and trying to bring it to a stop. “For I have an appointment at any moment.”

For some fortuitous reason, the bell on the front door jangled loudly, announcing the arrival of Miss Witherspoon, my next appointment.

“Oh,” Miss Brennan said, withdrawing her hand from me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to monopolize your time.”

“Meagan, please. I want you to feel comfortable enough that you can come to me at anytime, you feel you need help in this matter.”

“Thank you, Denton,” she smiled picking up her purse and briefcase from where she had dropped them earlier. “I know and I will. Thank you, for everything.”

Miss Witherspoon had reached the top of the stairs and as the door opened there was an awkward moment when my two clients saw each other. The tall young blonde girl and the tall woman of color regarded each other warily.

“Miss Brennan, this is Miss Witherspoon. Ladies.”

They exchanged curt hellos and Meagan slipped out the door with a polite smile and a little wave.

“A lovely young woman,” remarked Miss Witherspoon as she swept into my office and took a seat by my desk.

“Yes, and one of our school district’s finest young teachers as well,” I remarked, stepping back around my desk and pulling up Miss Witherspoon’s file.

“And is she here for the same reason I am?”

“No, Aletha,” I replied calmly. “Something a little different, but you should know that I can’t divulge that sort of information.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry, but you know me and how nosey I am,” she laughed.

“All too well, my dear,” I remarked cordially. “Now have you come to a decision as to the disposition of your case?”

“Well, yes, I have,” she said, crossing her long shapely legs and arranging her skirt on her lap. She tossed back her head proudly, but I could see a cloud of doubt in her large ebony eyes. “Well, actually not really.”

“Oh? I was certain that we were going to proceed as planned,” I said, puzzled by her answer.

“So what can you do to persuade me, Mr. Willis. I’ve been told that you are a very persuasive man.”

I eyed her from across my desk. Her elegant and graceful African features were uncommon in a sleepy little town like Scottsville. A usually direct and decisive woman like here did not often vacillate over even important decisions.

“I’m not sure where to begin, Miss Witherspoon,” I began.

“Come on, Denton,” she remarked casually, leaning forward in the chair, the generous curves of her breasts swaying unencumbered beneath the soft fabric of her sweater. “Persuade me.”

 

[captivate]

Miss Amelia Nelsen

The days passed quickly now. Denny continued his thriving practice above my shoppe. During most days, I watched the lovely ladies entering slowly, sometimes in tears, and listened to them climbing the steps. After an hour with Denny, their footsteps were light on the stairs as they left, often calling one last happy goodbye to him as they exited the stairwell. My curiosity was piqued, but I thought Denny would tell me in his own time.

News of my beautiful wares was spreading and my shoppe was busy frequently. My days were full. I still had to travel to estate sales looking for exactly the type of furniture and goods I specialized in, objects that had suffered from neglect or misuse. I would happily bring them back to my workshop, spending loving hours restoring them.

My dear friend, Annabelle, came to visit. I, of course, shared my adventures with her. She had spent some time with Noah when he arrived home, so she knew that I had made a choice. Now, she arrived in Scottsville to make sure I was truly happy with that choice. We spent a few days together, talking constantly, never running out of things to share. She listened to it all, never passing judgement, never giving her opinion. That, I suppose, is the reason I love her. She is my best friend, the sister I had always wanted.

We both watched the women going in and out of Denny's office. We passed many hours of speculation, giggling with the absurdness of some of our thoughts. At night, we sat up and talked more, while eating ice cream or freshly baked brownies or cookie dough.

And through it all, there was Denny. Dropping in to my workshop for a quick hello and a deep kiss. Bringing us glasses of tall, icy tea mid-afternoon. Inviting us to a lovely lunch or dinner at some new restaurant he had found. He was charming and clever and Annabelle seemed to really like him. He was polite and considerate of her, warmly affectionate with me. I was so pleased with him. Being with him was delightful. The week passed much too quickly and soon Annabelle was preparing to return home. William had been calling daily and she missed him. On our last night together, she hugged me and said I had made the right choice, that Denny was a good man and I was a lucky woman.

After she left, my shoppe seemed lonely for the first time. I played my music, I worked on my lovely antiques, I spent time with my clients. But I missed Annabelle.

Denny continued his habit of flitting in and out of my day, coming by totally unexpectedly for a hug or to share something he found interesting. I loved the way our bodies fit together and thought now that Annabelle was gone, he would suggest another night of lovemaking.

I waited for his invitation.

 

[Miltone]

Denton P. Willis

“So will you help me, Mr. Willis?” asked Miss Leslie Caruthers, her long wavy brunette hair cascading down over one shoulder, laying in contrast to the caramel velour of her outfit. Her large dark eyes were filled with worry and concern. “I don’t have any one else to turn to.”

“That is why I am here, Miss Caruthers,” I replied with my warmest smile. “I have a great deal of experience in matters of this kind. Now I will need to ask you some very sharp, pointed and personal questions. I warn you because it is not due so much to my manner, but that of your … of our adversary.”

“I’m so glad to hear that you will help me, Mr. Willis,” Leslie said, relaxing her long lean frame. She unfolded her arms from across her chest, dropping one hand to her lap and the other to the cushioned armrest. As she scooted her hips back in the chair, she leaned forward, the zipper of her plush hooded top pulled partway down, affording me a glimmering view of her light honey colored body and the supple upper curves of her breasts. “And I have no problem with answering any of your questions, Mr. Willis. My life is an open book … well, maybe too open given my present circumstance. But there is one thing, though.”

“What would that be?” I asked, concerned about the nature of her reservation.

“Well, this is hard to say, but …” she began, her pretty wide spaced mouth breaking into a grin. She tossed her head back and leaned back in her chair, squaring up her shoulders and thrusting her breasts forward, their amply rounded curves softened by the lush velour she was wearing. “Calling you Mr. Willis seems so … so uncomfortable … like I’m talking to the father of one of my friends. Would you mind if I called you by your first name?”

“Not at all, Miss Caruthers,” I replied, letting my gaze fall away past the slice of midriff showing between her top and low rise drawstring pants and her long slender legs, crossed so casually. “Though my first name is Denton, I prefer Denny.” I glanced back up to her large dark brown eyes that were now sparkling with enthusiasm.

“All right, Denny,” she said with a broad warm smile. “And you can call me Leslie,” she added with a giggle. “So now that is out of the way, fire away, Denny!”

“All right then,” I said, noting her complete transformation to a comfortable state of relaxation in my company. “First off …”

* * *

Although our session had run longer than originally intended, Miss Caruthers … er, Leslie and I were able to wrap up not too far into the lunch hour. With the strap of her purse slung over her shoulder, she stood near the door to my office, her long slender fingers fiddling absentmindedly with the drawstring of her pants.

“So is there anything I should bring with me next time?” she asked.

“Just the notes and letters that you mentioned,” I answered. “I’ll need to review them and categorize them for possible submission should we need to go to trial.”

“But it won’t come to that will it?” she asked hesitantly. “I’m not sure if I can handle that.”

“It shouldn’t,” I said trying to reassure my young client. “I smell a settlement here. A very nice settlement.”

“Oh, thank you, Denny,” she said. There was an awkward moment when she reached for the door handle, looked at me, then at the door. She suddenly let go of the door handle and stepped toward me, her long arms wrapping around my shoulders. She pressed her body up against mine, her firm unencumbered breasts flattening against my chest. “You are my savior, my white knight.”

“Well, I don’t know about that, Leslie,” I said, resting my hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eye. “I’m just a simple lawyer helping you with a terrible problem.”

“I know better than that,” she replied with a twinkle in her eye. “I’ll be looking forward to our next meeting.”

With that she turned to go, hesitating as she passed through the door, glancing over her shoulder for a moment at me and smiling. I had to admit that my glimpse of the firm curves of her behind as she skipped down the stairs made a certain lasting impression on me. I paused at the doorway, holding the door open until she exited at the street level, her long wavy brunette hair shining in the noontime sunlight.

I took a long deep breath and it being the noon hour, there was no doubting my hunger. I moved through my office and slipped down the back stairway. As I reached the landing, I could hear the strains of Amelia’s music playing in her workshop. Sneaking in the back door, I made my way in surreptitiously, until I was standing right behind her. She had her frumpy old smock on over a lovely soft cotton dress. Singing along to her music as she worked, she obviously didn’t hear me approach.

Reaching my hands out, I stepped up right behind her, looping my hands around to cup her breasts firmly, and pressing my body up against her. At first she stiffened with fright, but when I began to hum along to the music, she relaxed and fell back against me.

“Denny … what the … what are you doing?” she said as my hands began to wander down over the front of her smock. “Oh, Denny.”

Once my hands worked past her waist, I reached for her skirt and pulled it up, slipping my hands underneath to touch her bare thighs. When I brought my hand up to the satin covered cleft of her sex and began to rub her with a gentle but firm stroke Amelia gasped loudly.

“Denny … what are you doing?”

Without a word, I tucked my fingers down inside her little panties, my middle finger seeking out her slit and finding it warm and moist. As I continued to touch her sex, I pulled her hips back against me and pressed my growing member against her cheeks. As I continued to hum along to the music, I began to nibble on her neck, my one hand caressing her willing sex while the other wandered further up under her dress until it reached the full curve of her breast.

“Oh, Denny,” she moaned softly. “And I thought all you might have wanted was lunch at Edward’s Café.”

 

[captivate]

Miss Amelia Nelsen

So this is how it goes. The fires are banked for a period, then they spring to life with a mere breath, a probing touch. Denny and I had been together daily for the last week, but only in the most respectful of ways. Annabelle had been a constant companion and we had been the models of decorum.

Now, my first day alone, even as I thought how lonely I was without Annabelle, here is Denny, reminding me with a kiss and a lingering touch of the effect he has on me.

My body responded to his proximity immediately. Before his questing fingers reached their destination, I felt myself grow wet and swollen. His finger traced my slit outside my silky panties, exciting me even more, making me sigh deeply. When his finger entered me, I pressed against him, feeling his manhood hard and throbbing. If I had wondered that I had imagined the excitement, now I knew better. My body was his willing subject. His hand moved up to my breast, cupping it, shaping it, finding the nipple and massaging it to erection. I leaned back against him, feeling his lips fitting themselves to the curve of my neck, nibbling so lightly.

"Oh, Denny! I have missed you this week. I remember this, I remember what you do to me and ....." Before I had finished my sentence, he whirled me around and fit his hungry mouth to mine. My arms reached up, circling his neck, fingers threading into his hair, bodies pressed together. I could feel his excitement against me. I confess I matched it! I couldn't imagine waiting until tonight, or another night, to satisfy this longing.

I did the most amazing thing. Quite unlike the reticent Miss Nelsen. I took his hand and led him to the lovely chaise I was refinishing. Lying upon it, I spread my legs, pulling up my dress, offering myself to him. His eyes lit up, and he excused himself long enough to secure the back door. Returning to me, he lowered his body to mine, reminding me once again of the joy of a man's weight upon me. Kissing me easily into hazy sensuality, I could feel his excitement pressed between my thighs. "Yes, please, Denny. I want you now, I can't wait for another time, another place. Show me this now, show me desire aroused and quenched. Please?"

Our clothes were merely rearranged, necessity the keyword. He plunged into me, my body ready and responsive to his. I had a momentary fear that I would not enjoy this, would need the romantic build-up that he had taught me, but that was untrue. His cock plunged my ready depths, bringing me quickly to the edge of satisfaction. My fingers held his face, my eyes locked with his as I felt the now-familiar excitement building, reaching that peak that I so enjoyed. Then I felt the shudders rip through me, my body so responsive to his, my heart skipping beats as I rode the waves of pleasure. I could feel myself gripping his erection, pulling it deeper and deeper, throbbing around it. Denny continued thrusting, moving to the music and my heart. He gripped my shoulders, his mouth capturing mine again in a deep and thorough kiss.

I felt him pause, hold himself still inside me, then explode. I felt the warmth filling me as his cock continued to throb deep inside me. I pulled him down upon me, his head cradled on my shoulder, his arms around me. His breathing slowly returned to normal.

Lifting his head, he kissed me lightly on my nose, asking me to lunch.

 

[Miltone]

Denton P. Willis

We arranged our clothing and, after freshening up, made our way over to the Sizzling Sticks, one of those trendy Mongolian-styled stir fry places, a place I would otherwise have never entered except that the hostess had become a client and pleaded with me to have lunch sometime. After being pleasantly surprised by the layout, I had begun to take lunch there once or twice a week.

“Hello, Denny!” called out Heather as she greeted us at the door. She tossed her head back sending her very long brunette tresses flying over her shoulder. “How are you?”

”Doing well by doing good,” I replied with a smile. “By the way, Heather, this is Amelia Nelsen.”

“Oh, I know who she is, Denny,” Heather replied in a fresh enthusiastic voice. “Scottsville is small enough that you get know everyone. You went to high school with my Mom. Monica Libbey, remember? How are you?”

Amelia smiled though a bit puzzled and followed Heather as she lead us back to our table, her trim young curvy hips swaying delightfully in her snug violet slacks in time with her long wavy dark hair. As we took our seats, she asked if we’d be ordering from the menu or making up our own.

“We’ll be putting our own together,” I replied.

“Well, please enjoy,” Heather said, pausing a moment to put her arm around my shoulders, her firm young breast pressing against the flesh of my arm. “And do take care of this man, Amelia. He is like my savior. Totally.” With a flash of her gorgeous young toothy smile, Heather turned and walked away.

“Her savior?” Amelia asked.

“Oh, hardly, my dear,” I laughed. “Just another satisfied client.”

“A client as well?”

“As you are certainly aware, in a service industry one must have clients and satisfy them in any way possible,” I said broadly and then leaned forward to whisper. “Just as long as it’s legal.”

“Of course, Denny,” Amelia smiled.

After ordering something to drink, we went up to the buffet line and picked out the ingredients for our lunch, the meats and vegetables, seasonings and sauces, and then watched and waited while the cooks tended our meals on the large round cook tops.

“It may not be too fast, but at least it is fresh!” I chuckled while we waited.

Amelia remained quiet as we waited for the cooks to finish and present us with our plates. We carried our plates back to the table and began to sample, trading bites of each other delicacy. Of course, lovely young Heather stopped by to see how we were doing, and in the process very innocently but deliberately resting her hand on my shoulder as she inquired.

“How is everything?” she said, leaning over just enough that the generous curves of her young breasts were amply displayed through the soft white ballet top she was wearing.

“Absolutely delicious,” I replied, then nodded toward Amelia. “Amelia, how is your lunch?”

“Um, good,” she said simply and quietly. “Very good.”

“Yummy,” Heather replied pertly before scurrying off to check on another customer.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked Amelia softly, leaning forward in her direction. “You’ve been awfully quiet over there.”

 

[captivate]

Miss Amelia Nelsen

I watched as Heather touched Denny so casually, yet so intimately. I would never have the nerve or the right to rest my hands on him that way. The girl was young, yet so sure of herself. Would I ever feel that way? Would I ever know the right thing to do with a man, any man? I was so stuck in the conventional upbringing of my mother that I was unable to just be free to do what I wanted.

Denny and I had spent a few wonderfully loving hours together today, yet, I still felt I had to distance myself from him, not give the outward appearance of closeness. Suddenly, I wondered why? Denny and I were lovers, and I remained coolly removed from him.

“Is there something wrong?” Denny asked softly, leaning forward in my direction. “You’ve been awfully quiet over there.”

I took a deep breath and leaned to him, my hand resting on his cheek, my mouth near his. I looked into his lovely eyes, sharing with him silently my desires. He gazed into my eyes, seeming to understand my thoughts. Suddenly, his mouth covered mine, his lips tangy from the esoteric sauces. His hand reached for mine, our fingers entwining naturally.

When Heather swooped down on us again, she missed nothing. Now her hand settled on my shoulder, her smile was directed at both of us.

As we walked back to the shoppe, I felt that Denny and I had reached a milestone. His hand lightly rested on my waist as we walked, our proximity announcing our involvement with each other.

At my back door, he kissed me thoroughly, holding me close for a long moment. then he bowed politely, smiling as he turned to go up the stairs.

"Tonight?" he asked.

 

[Miltone]

Denton P. Willis

“Why, yes of course … tonight,” Amelia responded absent-mindedly. “What is tonight?”

“Tonight we shall meet, just after dark, at your cute little home, and I shall show you … show you some things.”

“Will we … will we be going out? What should I wear? What should I …”

I placed my fingers to her sweet little mouth, letting the press of my fingers rest lightly on her soft wet lips. “Be wearing nothing but a robe … and a smile.”

Amelia looked up at me, very much puzzled. I could see the little wheels in her mind turning quickly, trying to understand and assimilate but to no avail. She was a dear sweet woman, so sensual and loving, an ideal companion, but yet so uninitiated in the ways of love between men and women. For her to have come so far in her life without knowing such important things seemed such a shame.

Hell! Why had I not seen this before? I had assumed that an otherwise worldly businesswoman, with such immaculate taste in music, and antiques, and fine lingerie—to say the least—would have achieved a certain level of comprehension of such relationships. Sure she had been the most virginal woman I had been with since high school and college, yet I had made foolish assumptions that simply did not fit her or our situation. Then, in an instant, a plan unfolded in my mind. I smiled, thinking that we, perhaps even just myself, had reached an understanding—a milestone if you will.

“But I … I mean … you …”

Her face was needlessly filled with concern and worry.

“My dear Amelia,” I said slowly, my voice low and loving. “Just make yourself ready for me about seven or so?”

She nodded and I smiled, bowing just a bit as I made a sweeping exit from her quaint little shop. It was the afternoon and I had my next appointment to keep. I hurried to my office, curious about just what I might find when I reached Miss Nelsen’s home that evening.