I really like these dates. I enjoy dancing with you, and you are a fun companion for trying out new cuisine. The hugs and kisses at your doorway are sweet. But, if you were willing, dear Barbara, our evenings would proceed differently. Rather than go out on the town after eating, we’d go back to my place.

I would kiss you in privacy. Your lips are sweet, and their sweetness deserves some time, but, when I had kissed your lips for a while, I’d proceed down your throat. When I got to the neck of your blouse, I’d remove your whole blouse. And when, a few inches further along your shoulder, I got to the bra strap, I’d remove your bra.

At about that time, standing would be interfering with kissing. We would adjourn to the bedroom and lie down. There, I could reach all of you to kiss, not only mouth and neck and shoulders, but arms and belly and breasts. Oh those breasts! I would look my full at what I’ve only felt. I would hold one while kissing all the smoothness of the other. Then I would exchange my mouth for my hand and hold the first while kissing the smoothness of the other. Only after I had paid tribute to the smooth expanse would I kiss the nipples. My pleasure would be boundless, and I believe you would receive great pleasure, too.

Then I would remove my own shirt so that I could lie beside you and kiss you with your breasts pressed against my chest. My hands so enjoy the touch of your skin that I would like to treat more of my body to that sensation. We would have time, and comfort since we would be lying down, to enjoy that at our leisure.

But that would not be the end of our enjoyment. Indeed, half of each of us would still be dressed. I would first kiss both your breasts again. But I would kiss lower, across the belly I’ve only seen when we went swimming. As my mouth approached your belt line, my hands would precede it. Slowly, gently, reverently, I would remove your skirt and pantyhose. I would kiss your hipbone through your panties, and, then, I would kiss down the top of your leg to your knee. I would return up the inside of your thigh. When I got close to your panties, I would remove them. For everything I have seen of you is beautiful. I’m certain the last hidden bit is as lovely as the rest.

Then, there would be another mouth to kiss, other lips to lick. And much as I love to taste your tongue, I would find -- between those lips, at the top of those lips -- something even sweeter to taste. And, I am certain, you would enjoy my licks there as well. Two of my fingers would, as precursor to our total coming together, enter far between those lips. They would spread you in preparation, but they would also caress the most hidden of your centers of feeling.

And your feeling would be the center of my interest at that time. I would lick, and kiss, and lick again the external bud which is the center of your sensation. I would be particularly careful that I was always gentle there. You would feel pleasure, not pain. Meanwhile, I would stroke the other, hidden, sensitive nexus of your erotic feelings. And the combination of sensations would lift you to a climax. That time, I would get my pleasure from observing yours.

You would recover from that climax cuddled safe and warm in my arms. Then, and only then, would we join totally. You would lie back with your knees raised and spread. I would kneel between them and give one last kiss to each of your lovely nipples. Then I would come forward until I was at your entrance. I’d support myself on my arms while you opened your lips with one hand and grasped me with the other. I would kiss you, giving you a taste of your essence. Then my tongue would enter your upper mouth while you guided my cock into your lower one.

It would part your lips and fill your tunnel. I would glory in your smoothness and warmth. Once fully in you, I would shift so that my elbows would support my weight while my hands would hold your breasts. Caressing these, with my thumbs stroking your lovely nipples, I would begin my strokes. Gazing at your lovely face, I would withdraw nearly all the way from your warmth and, then, slide inward until you would hold me there again. These slow strokes would arouse your feelings once more. They would go on until your second crisis struck you.

This time, I would be watching your face as it was transformed by your orgasm. This time, I would be stroking through your center as it contracted. This time, I would join you in your celebration. This time, my seed would pulse out to flood your pulsing tunnel. This time, we would be together.

And we would remain together, locked in each others’ arms, as the sensations faded. After the excitement waned, we would share the comfort and the love. We would lie together and cuddle for as long as you wished.

Ah, love, if only you were willing.

Thanks to Denny for editing this.