Night, The

"It was nice meeting you," he said.

"You too. Maybe we'll see each other around sometime," she
replied.

They stood on the sidewalk staring at each other, their eyes locked,
neither of them making any attempt to move and leave the other.

"My car's just around the corner," he found himself saying, after what
seemed to be a long time when in fact it was only a matter of
seconds.

"Okay," came the reply, in a whisper.

He started to walk, and she followed closely, almost running to catch
up. She walked to the passenger side of the car, he opened his door and
got in, and unlocked the passenger door from the inside, pulling the
latch to release it. She got in and closed the door. He started the
engine, put the car into drive, looked in the rear view mirror, and
when there were no other cars, pulled out onto the road. For the
duration of the journey neither of them looked at each other, or spoke
to each other. It was as though neither of them existed to the
other.

After about a 20 minute drive in silence, he drove down a ramp into a
parking lot that was for the use of the tenants of the apartment block
where he lived. He parked the car, they got out, and he locked it. They
walked towards the elevator, again in silence, got in, and he pressed
the button for the 8th floor. They were the only people in the
elevator, and she turned to look at him, and although he didn't return
this, she felt a tension between them. She wanted to approach him,
touch him, kiss him, but something told her that this was not the right
time or place. She felt sure that if they started something they
wouldn't be able to stop. The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and
they walked out. When they got to the bottom of the hall he turned
left, and there in front of them was a single door. He unlocked it and
went in, and he held the door open for her, this time, making eye
contact.

Still following each other with their eyes, she walked in. He closed
the door behind her and locked it. They stood looking at each other.
His look was deep and intense, and it made her feel as though he was
looking deep within her, into her soul. She felt weak against him, but
it wasn't a weakness she feared, but welcomed. He walked towards her,
and roughly but gently pushed her into the corner and up against the
wall, he parting her legs with his right knee. She gasped. Their eyes
locked, he very gently stroked his lips against her forehead, eyes,
nose, and cheeks. She turned her head up towards him, deliberately
making the move of trying to kiss him on his mouth.

"No," he said. "Not yet."

She tried to protest, but he wouldn't allow her too.

"Wait," he said, softly but sternly, looking into her eyes.

"But I want you," she said in a weak whisper.

He nodded, running his fingers through her hair and stroking her neck.
"I want you too, but not yet," he whispered.

He pushed his body up against her and moaned, cupping both her breasts
in his hands, squeezing them gently and running both thumbs over the
now very erect nipples. She moaned in response, pulling his shirt out
of his trousers and stroking his waist and back with her fingernails.
He pushed her head back and licked and kissed her neck, and finding her
mouth he roughly kissed her lips, pushing his tongue in-between her
teeth. She gasped. He started to undo the buttons on her blouse very
gently, licking and kissing each new naked part of her flesh as he did
so, and pushed it off her slender body, dropping it to the floor. He
looked down at her bra covered breasts, and gently followed the black
lace of the garment from the top of her shoulder to her cleavage with
his fingertip. He put his hands behind her back, and with a little
fumbling undid the item. He pulled it off her gently, and staring at
her breasts he let it drop onto the floor along side the blouse. Still
kissing he raised her up and pushed his hands underneath her skirt, and
pushing her legs apart squeezed her buttocks, she wrapping her legs
around his waist, feeling his hardness, and he took her over to the
sofa where he clumsily lowered her down, still kissing each
other.

The kissing and caressing started to become intense, their breathing
becoming more heavier. Lying lengthways on the sofa she turned over and
positioned herself between his legs, unbuttoned his shirt, and pushing
the openings to one side she bent over him and started to lick him from
his navel up to his neck. With each gentle lick and bite he moaned, and
he ran his fingers through her hair. When she got to his throat she
paid particular attention to this Adam's apple, something she had
always been fascinated with and therefore had developed a fetish for
over the years, and she gently bit it and sucked it before licking
under his chin and finally kissing him hard, pushing her tongue deep
into his mouth. He moaned and responded to her kissing by pushing his
tongue into her mouth, caressing the back of her head so that she
didn't move away. Still kissing, she unzipped his trousers, and pushed
her hand inside, locating his now very erect member. They looked at
each other intensely, a sly smile appearing on her soft lips, and then
she very gently moved down his body and lowered her mouth over his
organ, very gently licking the tip of his shaft and then enveloping her
mouth over the whole of it. He leaned his head back and moaned in
ecstasy, placing his hands on the back of her head to guide her.

"Oh God that feels good," he said, his breathing now becoming more
faster and erratic. She looked up at him, a smile in her mind knowing
that he was putty in her hands, and she very gently continued to move
her lips over his shaft.

"Don't stop," she heard him say. "Please don't stop."

"I'm not going to," she said slyly.

She kept to her rhythm, his hands still on the back of her head, and he
moaned louder in pleasure as he felt himself cumming.

"I'm gonna cum" he said in a whisper, lifting up his head.

"I know", came the soft reply. "Don't worry. Don't worry. I know what
I'm doing," she said in a reassuring voice that did just that.

"Oh God," came the reply.

He arched his back and moaned, and she gently pressed down on his chest
with her left hand, and just before he shot his load she withdrew her
mouth from his organ and very gently squeezed the tip so that he didn't
cum. He moaned as she moved up towards him, and they continued kissing,
licking and sucking each other's tongues in heightened ecstasy. She
raised herself above his head, kissing his forehead, and stroking her
back he gently took her right breast in his mouth, teasing the nipple
with licks and sucks. He rolled her over on to her back, and pushed her
arms above her head, holding her wrists in his right hand, caressing
her left breast and now very erect nipple, roughly but tenderly, and
pushed his tongue in between her teeth, stroking, caressing, and gently
squeezing her, which made her laugh. He looked down at her breasts, and
very gently stroked each one in turn. Again he cupped them, and gently
squeezed them, bending over her left breast and gently licking and
sucking the nipple. She gasped as the feeling became intense. He
started to move lower down onto her body, very slowly kissing and
stroking her neck, breasts, tummy, and navel. When he got to her navel
he very gently undid the zip on the back of her skirt, and pushing it
over her hips he let it drop onto the floor. She was wearing black lace
panties and black stay up stockings, and he gently parted her legs,
very slowly and teasingly planting little kisses from her navel down to
the top of her clitoris. She moaned and reared her body up as a wave of
ecstasy ran through her. He licked her clitoris, and then again, and
pushed his tongue deep inside her. She gasped, reaching out to hold
onto something for support that wasn't there.