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Laura in White
by Shon Richards (lordshon@aol.com)

***

My lover didn't say a word as she stroked my manhood, 
but knowing she was watching my most private place with 
such interest was extremely erotic. I imagined her blue 
eyes intent on my cock as it disappeared and reappeared 
in her grip. I tried to picture her face as her thumb 
circled the tip of my cock with each stroke. I wondered 
if she was smiling at my manhood reddening with ardor. 
I think she was. (MF, rom)

***

Author Note: The following story is written and 
copyrighted by me. Feel free to archive this story, but 
please do not make any money from it. Comments are 
welcome, and you can contact me at Lordshon@aol.com 

***

It wasn't till February that I heard from Laura. Two 
days before Valentine's Day, I received a card with no 
return address in the mail. My love life had been on 
hold since my last encounter with the perfect woman, so 
I certainly didn't have any admirers to be receiving 
mail from. 

The card had an exquisite cover, that of two lovers 
swinging together an old fashioned seat. The art was 
reminiscent of Raphael. I hoped it was from my Laura, 
and the signature within brought me a thrilling joy. It 
was from her, and this is what she wrote. 

"Greetings my patient knight. When last we meet I told 
you that circumstances were against a permanent 
relationship between us. I am pleased to tell you that 
that is no longer the case. If you will still remember 
me, and our times under the moonlight, and you look 
back on me tenderly, then I pray for you to seek me 
out. I do not know if our relationship could ever live 
up to the magic of our previous encounters, but 
wouldn't it be important to find out? You entrance me, 
and I must know if I entrance you as well. 

I propose a quest my handsome gallant. If you can find 
your way through my clues, then you should end up at my 
house on Valentine's Day at noon. If you can unravel 
the riddles I lay before you, then I shall reveal to 
you a succession of mysteries you shall never forget. 
Forgive me for this final test, but I remember you with 
such intensity, I must make sure you live up to my 
memories of you. Can you possibly be as intelligent, 
witty and resourceful as I remember? If you are, then I 
shall never hide from you again. 

My first clue is that you should seek out a special 
house. This house sells women's favors, and I am sure a 
brave cavalier as yourself will know the one I speak. 
Tell them that I sent you, and your next clue will 
unfold before you." 

Laura had signed it with a seductive flourish. It was 
strange, but the curves of her letters reminded me of 
the voluptuous curves of her legs. Obviously I still 
had powerful feelings for her, and without a doubt I 
would play her game. Sometimes it felt like our romance 
was still mythical to be true, but when we briefly 
encountered each other, all doubt would disappear. 

I understood her wanting to challenge me, and a proud 
part of myself wanted to be challenged. A woman as 
unique as Laura deserved the best, now it just remained 
to be seen if I was that man. 

The first clue was rather blatant but uncharacteristic 
for Laura. A place where you can buy a woman's favor 
was obviously a massage parlor or escort service, of 
which there was plenty in my town to choose from. Our 
romance so far resembled a fairy tale, I couldn't see 
Laura sending me somewhere to have sex with someone 
else as part of my quest. I read the letter again, 
imagining Laura's words as if she were speaking to me 
in the room. When I saw my initial mistake, I picked up 
the phone and began searching through the phonebook. 

All the references to knights and chivalry brought me 
to the third lingerie shop I called. In earlier times, 
a woman would show her favor towards a fighting man by 
giving him a garter. Of course, back then men wore 
garters, so it wasn't as kinky as you might imagine. I 
confirmed that there was a package waiting for me at a 
store called Intimate Confessions, and drove out to 
pick it up. 

Entering a lingerie shop always reminds me of the first 
time I did so. To a young man, it's a psychic dare, a 
challenge to the world. By entering a place where 
clothing and toys exist solely for sexual pleasure, you 
announce to the world your loss of innocence. Walking 
in alone can sometimes be disconcerting, it's hard to 
relax when you your eyes are filled with endless 
variations of possibilities. As I entered the male 
equivalent of Castle Perilous, I remembered Laura to 
keep me on my quest. 

Passing a barrage of tempting mannequins, I went 
straight to the counter. An upbeat older woman with 
gray hair smiled at me, and I smiled in return. I 
wonder briefly if the gray haired woman tells her 
friends where she works, or if there were men who 
didn't buy anything because she resembled their 
grandmothers. Such rude thoughts leap unasked for 
sometimes, and I banished them just as quickly. For all 
I know, this woman could have been the Laura of her 
time. 

"Can I help you sir?" the woman asks. 

"Yes, I was told that there may be a package here for 
me to pick up?" I ask. 

When I gave her my name, her eyes look me over. The 
smile she gave me the feeling that I was appraised. 
Instinctively, I sucked in my stomach. It was clear 
that I felt tested today, even by strangers. 

"You should know" she said as she pulled out a huge 
basket, "that your lady friend spent quite a bit of 
time picking just the right things for you. I've never 
seen such attention to detail before, you must be one 
special man." 

I looked at the large basket, wrapped in red and white 
before me. 

"If I am special," I answered, "then it is only because 
I have found true inspiration." 

That response gave me another smile, and I tried not to 
show my discomfort as I carried the heavy basket out of 
the shop. The gift Laura gave me was huge, and I 
hurriedly opened it in my car. A letter was on top, so 
I opened it first. 

"I knew you would find this my faithful knight, and 
hopefully you still have plenty of time to continue 
your quest. You will find my favor inside this basket, 
it is white with a delicate lace. When we meet you may 
place it upon me as you claim your prize. The rest of 
the treasures are yours to keep. I hope you find them 
motivating. 

Perhaps when you figure out the next clue, you will 
always be surprised when I am willing to give you 
pleasure without taking it myself. There will be times 
after our excesses when you are tired, less potent and 
yet still wanting to repeat the sensation of 
annihilation." 

The page went on, describing a lovemaking that had an 
immediate effect on my manhood. It became very 
descriptive and flowery, but stopped as the story 
reached climax. Other than really good sexual imagery, 
there wasn't a clue to be found. The best thing I could 
think to do was to open the rest of the basket and read 
the letter again later. Maybe when the excitement 
calmed, I would be able to think clearly. 

Inside the basket was a trove of gifts, each unique and 
interesting. There was a book of tasteful nudes, all 
draped in shadow. It reminded me of the elusiveness of 
Laura and what we really knew about each other. A pair 
of black silk boxer shorts were inside, and they were a 
match to the ones I wore when last I met Laura. I was 
flattered by her attention to such intimate details. 

A good bit of the bulk of the basket was taken by a 
massager. The massager was meant for sensual touching 
and stroking, not necessarily for feminine services. I 
knew I would be using it before long, just to relax 
from the stress of searching for Laura. 

A wind up toy resembling the penis was in my basket, 
and I wasn't sure how to interpret it. After spending 
too much time trying to read something into it, I 
settled on attributing it to her playfulness. The box 
of rubbing oils was a simpler gift, but one that 
brought to mind how much I wanted to be with Laura to 
use them. Under all of this was her favor, a lace 
garter, white and delicate. I wondered if she had tried 
it on. After a moment of reflecting on Laura's thigh 
wrapped in lace and in my hands, I went back to 
deciphering her clue. 

The phrase "sensation of annihilation" was familiar to 
me. I knew I had read that image somewhere before, it 
was just a matter of recalling where. Once I recognized 
that phrase, I recognized others in her narrative. At 
first I thought Laura was simply being as poetic as she 
always was, but with multiple readings, I could see 
that her words were not hers. Sitting in my car didn't 
provide me the resources I needed, so I went back home. 

My erotic book collection was small, but then I was 
picky about what I considered erotica. That was why I 
was able to trace down the original author of Laura's 
tantalizing offer so quickly. The book was "Delta of 
Venus" by Anias Nin, and I am glad Laura choose one of 
my favorite authors. I read again the story that Laura 
borrowed from, and it gave me no further insights. As 
enjoyable as the story was, it gnawed at me that I was 
somehow missing something vital. 

Obviously Laura intended me to recognize the passage, 
but to what purpose? She couldn't expect me to apply 
some sort of code to the text, and none of the 
addresses in the story were helpful in the least. The 
story was a fairly long one, which suggested too many 
permutations of clues for me to try before my time ran 
out. I spent two very lonely hours wrapping my mind 
around this puzzle. What kind of a message could she 
possibly expect me to see? 

The thought occurred to me that it was the book, not 
the passage or story that was important. More 
specifically, maybe she intended me to search for the 
book somewhere, and there would be my clue. The idea 
had a sense of reason to it. Laura and I always sneaked 
away from the public for our sexual couplings, why 
wouldn't she hide my next clue in the public as well? 

My hopes faltered as I thought about the problems of 
putting a clue in a bookstore. The odds of someone else 
buying the book and stealing my clue were too high. My 
Laura with the intelligent blue eyes wouldn't take such 
an unreasonable risk. She would put it somewhere it 
would never leave, where the book would be there for a 
few days. I drove to the public library, the only place 
that fit our needs. 

I walked in, feeling a rush of anticipation as I went 
in. The more I thought about it, the more likely it 
seemed that Laura would place the clue here. I searched 
the computers available for Anais' work, and found a 
single match. "Delta of Venus" was in the anthology 
section, an odd choice but apparently designed to hide 
it. I traveled to the back of the library to find it, 
noticing that the seclusion of the anthologies would be 
perfect for a rendezvous with Laura. I would have to 
settle for her clue. 

A casual glance didn't find me the book. After 
searching carefully, and then panicking and searching 
quickly, I realized the book wasn't here. It had been 
checked out, and I was left in the library, defeated. 

It might be hard to believe, but my heart felt like it 
had been broken. Although Laura and I only shared two 
magical nights, the thought of losing her forever was 
too intense to bare. I sat down on the floor, and 
stared at the bookshelf in disbelief. Maybe I should 
have been angry at Laura for creating a risky puzzle, 
but instead all I felt was failure. The loss was all I 
could think about, and there was no room for anything 
else. 

Just because I'm stubborn, I checked the books again. 
Out of denial I started to pull books out and read 
their covers, just to make sure. I found the clue where 
I least expected it, and I yelled a bit too loudly for 
what was proper in a library. Written quite discreetly 
on the bookshelf itself was a clue in Laura's flowery 
handwriting. Using my head, I wrote down her words so I 
wouldn't have to rip the shelf off. 

"You are near the end of your quest, but you all you 
need now is the map to my hidden treasures. The first 
half of the number of my street address is on my left 
knee that straddled you. The name of my street is 
written across my right palm that held me up as I sank 
onto you. The second half of my street number is placed 
right where I watched your neck pulse in the light 
reflected from the river." 

Well, that didn't tell me anything. It was night, and I 
felt near the end of my endurance. Two really obscure 
riddles in one day had worn me out. I went home, 
settled down into my favorite chair and tried not to 
think about this last clue. Ten minutes of trying to 
relax was all I could manage. My mind went back to her 
clue and tried to see it from Laura's angle. 

Since I didn't have her body to read, and there 
certainly wasn't a number on my throat, I thought there 
must be something deeper I was missing. I over 
complicated all the different angles, even taking the 
time to go online to check medical references. For a 
while I had this crazy idea that maybe the clues had 
something to do with the medical terms for the body 
parts Laura listed. After running down several useless 
ideas, I went to bed for the night. I still had two 
days left, but it didn't help me sleep. My dreams kept 
me restless with scenes of fruitless searching. 

I awoke before morning, and didn't waste any more time 
trying to sleep. After getting showered and dressed, I 
still had an hour before dawn. I was impatient to get 
to work on Laura's clue, and my dreams gave me a few 
perspectives. Her reference to "light reflected from 
the river" caused me to have dreams about our first 
encounter. It was at a park dance, where we dance from 
vertical to horizontal. The park bench that we melded 
on was where I headed for at five in the morning. 

The sun was just starting to come up when I arrived at 
the park. The park bench was hidden behind some bushes 
and close to the river. I wasn't sure what I hoped to 
learn there, but I felt like it couldn't hurt to return 
to where it all began. At first I didn't see anything, 
but as the sun came up and reflected brilliantly off 
the water, the clue revealed itself. 

Somehow Laura had carved a rather unique design onto 
the park bench. To someone looking casually, it just 
appeared to be a mess of sensuous curves. But I could 
see that the lines were actually two people very 
carefully copulating on the bench. It helped that I had 
personal experience in the positions they were in. The 
curves were deeply cut into the wood bench, and I shook 
my head at the blatant public property damage Laura had 
engaged in. Laura had done a lot for our romance, could 
I equal her effort? 

The position depicted was the male sitting while the 
female mounted him. There were no heads or faces 
carved, but the portions of the bodies were perfect. I 
sat down beside the carving, and lost myself in the 
memory of the passion we shared here. As the sun rose 
higher, I could read hundreds of different words and 
letters on the bench. 

Laura's clue was simple, and the treasure map was 
really our own bodies. I followed her instructions, and 
had her address in moments. It was early in the 
morning, the day before Valentines, and I had Laura's 
address. I sat on the bench and finished watching the 
sunrise, the tension easing out of me as the sun 
exploded like a nuclear wave on the horizon. 

Although I had a day and an afternoon to wait before 
seeing Laura, I decided that there was no point in 
letting her wonder if I figured out her clues. As soon 
as the first flower shop in town opened, I was there to 
pick out a bouquet. A dozen roses seemed ordinary for 
Laura, so I choose two dozen instead. The florist had 
trouble understanding that I wanted the flowers 
delivered today, and not Valentine's Day. When he 
finally agreed to have them delivered today, all I had 
left to do was write the card. 

"I'm coming," was all I wrote. 

The rest of the day, I spent doing the usual things a 
man does before an important date. I had a haircut, I 
invested in some new shoes, and of course I spent a lot 
of my time just being nervous. I didn't doubt that 
Laura would hold to her promise, but I wondered if 
maybe she wasn't willing. The puzzles, especially the 
second one, were very hard as well as taking a big risk 
that I would even find them. Maybe she made the puzzles 
so hard because she didn't want me to find her. 

I tried to push away this insecurity, there was no need 
to project my own doubts onto Laura. All I was going to 
do was show up, Laura can decide if she really wanted 
me to win. I couldn't enter into a higher level of 
intimacy with Laura if I didn't trust her to make her 
own choices. 

Valentine's Day was cloudy, and rain was predicted. I 
wore a suit, placed her favor in my pocket and wrapped 
the box of candy in a double bow. As I walked up the 
steps to Laura's door, the rain began. The clouds 
rumbled in anticipation of our meeting. It was a good 
thing I didn't believe in omens. 

A single knock brought Laura to the door. As it opened, 
I saw the woman who had haunted my thoughts for the 
better part of the last year. Laura was dressed in a 
delicate white, all lace, straps and sheerness. Even 
her hands were encased in a transparent white gloves. 
Her blonde hair was once again a golden frame around 
her lovely face, and I stood there at her door 
hopelessly entranced. 

"Enter into my home," Laura said with all the warmth I 
remembered. "bring some of your happiness with you in 
the hopes that you may leave some behind." 

"A warm greeting given by a nymph on a rainy day, how 
can I refuse?" 

I entered and was immediately impressed by the luxury 
in her condo. Bare dark wood beams were along the 
ceiling, echoing older cottages. Decorative brass bars 
held up the long sheer cream draperies. Two pedestals 
to either side of the door held rich fresh flower 
arrangements. I handed Laura her candy, as she led me 
into her living room. 

Printings reminiscent of Rubens hung on the walls, 
displaying lounging women in their own rich 
environments. The flowers and paintings set off the 
gemstones of the two plush armchairs and cozy sofa. 
Ebony wood tables stood beside the furniture, draped 
with hand tatted lace doilies. There was no television, 
instead the pieces all faced a crackling fireplace. I 
sat down on one of the armchairs, as Laura sat down 
opposite me. Brass lamps cast warm light across the 
room. 

My eyes were not drawn to the haphazard collection of 
books on the center table. Instead they were drawn to 
the vision of loveliness before me. Laura was wearing a 
transparent white robe, tied by a slim string at the 
waist. I could see easily through her robe, to the 
ensemble of white underneath. She wore a white corset 
that covered her small waist, but couldn't begin to 
conceal her ample bosom. 

I tried not to stare at her cleavage that was escaping 
her robe and threatened to spill from her corset. Laura 
began to unwrap her chocolate slowly, her gloved hands 
not rushing in the least. I had a good impression that 
she was taking her time so that I could take mine as 
well. 

I had plenty of time to examine the rest of her outfit, 
although Laura's legs were crossed as she opened her 
gift. Tight white stockings adorned her legs, and from 
my early peek I knew that her stockings were held up by 
an elegant garter belt. Her long legs tapered down to 
white high heels that looked impossible to walk in. I 
was amazed, Laura was the only woman I knew who was 
confident to entertain guests in sexy lingerie. She sat 
there admiring my gift, as I admired the elegance she 
projected. Only Laura could sit like a queen, yet lure 
like a tawdry harlot. 

"I'm glad you found your way," she said, popping a 
small chocolate between her full lips. 

"I'm glad too," I answered, relaxing a bit in her 
casual manner. "Your puzzles were complicated and 
entertaining, but very difficult. It certainly wasn't 
easy." 

"Maybe I didn't want you to think I was," she replied. 

I laughed, "The only thing easy about you is falling in 
love with you." 

Another chocolate went into her smiling lips, and I 
envied the candy that was sucked into her mouth. 

"I am happy to see that you went through all this 
trouble to find me," she said. "Other men might have 
been insulted by all those challenges." 

"Other men maybe," I responded. "But then, other men 
haven't gone through their lives looking for the extra 
spice that this world lacks. I have read books, admired 
paintings, and enjoyed the company of lovely women, but 
it wasn't until I meet you that I saw what the world 
could be like. The world can have beauty, magic, 
sophistication and yes, even a good bit of fun. Until I 
met you, I would settle for one or maybe two of the 
qualities I just described, now I know better. Now I 
know you." 

She was silent, but smiling. Her deep blue eyes 
smoldered as she looked at me. She was about to say 
something when a perverse idea struck me. It took only 
a minute to decide to try it. 

"What is of interest to me now," I said as I stood and 
walked over to her, "is whether or not you can pass my 
tests."

My fears at my gamble disappeared as her teeth flashed 
in a laugh. 

"Test me at your leisure," Laura said. She went to 
stand but I gently urged her to sit back down. I 
kneeled beside her and took her hand into mine. With my 
other hand I slowly pulled her right heel off. She 
looked at me the entire time, and I noticed her chest 
rising and falling with nervous breathing. I couldn't 
believe that she was nervous, but it placed me at ease, 
my Laura was a woman and not completely a goddess. 

I took her ankle in one hand, and pulled her white 
garter out of my pocket with the other hand. I lifted 
her ankle so that it was level with my face. I wanted 
so badly to look down the wondrous length of her leg to 
her secret place, but I kept my mind on my intentions. 
It was not easy, but I looked her straight in the face 
and asked my first test. 

"I don't want there to be any more secrets between us," 
I began, "you don't have to reveal everything to me 
right away, just let me earn them as I deserve, as I 
gain in your trust. But if we are to continue tonight, 
I must at least know your full name. I have to know the 
name of my divine ideal." 

She told me her name, and I slipped the garter past her 
toes, and onto her ankle. Was it a moan I heard as my 
fingers touched her foot? I wasn't sure, but there was 
unmistakable desire in the glow of her face. I 
continued with more confidence. 

"I know you would honor your promise of rewarding me 
for solving the puzzles," I said, lightly stroking her 
from ankle to toe. "But I cannot take anything, no 
matter how earned, without the permission of the lady 
involved. You must ask me to take my reward, and you 
must want it too." 

She nodded, and said "Take me my knight, and take me 
with not only my blessing, but with the knowledge that 
you would bring me a long awaited for happiness." 

I slipped the garter further up her leg, taking my time 
as my hand traveled every precious inch. My other hand 
still held her ankle so I was aware when she subtly 
thrust her hips upwards. Being a gentleman, I didn't 
call attention to this act of need. It was enough that 
she did it. 

When the garter settled just below her knee, I turned 
to look her in the eye again. Her delicate hands were 
gripping the arms of the chair tightly, and I worried 
briefly for her gloves. My now free hand traced up and 
down the length of her calf, savoring the touch of her 
skin through the lace. 

"My final question is even easier. You have enchanted 
me, haunted me and dominated my dreams for half a year. 
Every time we meet, I let you go so in the hope that 
you return. I don't know if I can do that tonight, or 
tomorrow night or the next night. I need to know before 
we continue if this is for real. I need to know if this 
encounter will be only for tonight or if this is the 
start of something we can build together. What I am 
asking is that in the morning, will we begin sharing 
our life together or will we separate again?" 

"My first mistake was leaving you at the park," she 
said, her voice quiet yet strong, "my second was 
leaving you at the party. I don't make the same mistake 
three times. If I leave you again, it'll only because 
you send me away because I am not letting you go 
again." 

I was happier than I could imagine, and my hand gladly 
pushed the white lace garter up past her knee. I 
lovingly pushed her favor up to her thigh, her legs 
parting for my hand. Past her legs I saw that her sex 
was uncovered, and I surged inside with desire. My 
heart was satisfied, but my body was another matter. By 
the way Laura's eyes bore into me, I could tell that 
our quests were over for tonight. Her shoe returned to 
her foot, I kissed her thigh before I rose. 

I stood and offered her my hand, hand in hand, we 
wordlessly walked into her bedroom. As impressed as I 
was with her home, her bedroom was even more fantastic. 
A huge plush feather four-poster bed dominated the 
center of the room. The pale seafoam carpeting and 
barely lemon yellow walls set off the deep dark blue 
bed coverings. A mahogany dresser rested against one 
wall, and a rocking recliner in a floral pattern of all 
the room's colors rested angled near the French doors 
that lead to a balcony. Deep blue drapes hide the quiet 
solitude of the bedroom from the world, or when pulled 
aside, it opened her sanctuary to the night sky. 

Laura turned to me, and wrapping her arms around me, 
she kissed me. Our mouths melted into one another, and 
I felt total joy as her body pressed to me. My hands 
reached around and held her tighter, wanting to make 
certain that this was real, and not another hopeless 
dream. I touched her long hair, I touched her bare 
shoulders, I touched down to her bare buttocks and 
gripped her hard as I wished I could enter her right 
now. Laura's moans were escaping into my lips, and when 
I gripped her bottom, she broke our kiss as she arched 
her back in sensation. 

Then she stepped away from me, and removed her robe. It 
dropped to the floor like a silk whisper, without a 
sound at all. I removed my jacket, but before I could 
let it drop to the floor, Laura was already unsnapping 
the buttons to my shirt. One by one the buttons snapped 
free, and at least three of them went flying off from 
the force of her hands. Few things are more flattering 
than the clothes a lover damages as her impatience 
takes over. 

As soon as my shirt came off, Laura's mouth came in for 
the kill. My nipple vanished in her lips and I sucked 
in my breath at the shock of heat on me. Her face was 
pressed against my chest, and I curled my fingers in 
her long mane of gold while she suckled. Just the right 
combination of teeth, lips and tongue had me lost in 
the glory of her mouth. When she switched to my other 
nipple, she also started unzipping my pants. I almost 
didn't notice my pants falling off me, so lost was I in 
the sucking, biting and licking of her mouth. 

With my pants down, Laura bent down and pulled my 
boxers next. I can't express how beautiful she was in 
that moment. She was bending over, the pale moons of 
her bottom so invitingly high in the air. Her blonde 
hair brushed me from chest to knee as she slipped my 
underwear off. In the darkness of the room, she glowed 
in her white like an angel. If I was an artist, I would 
have stopped her right then so I could capture the 
image forever. 

Like a Goddess born from foam, Laura stood back up and 
stepped back to the bed. I followed silently, all our 
words spent. She fell back, pulling me by the neck to 
follow. I laid on top of her, my heart racing as I 
couldn't believe that I was finally here. After park 
benches and outdoor swings, Laura's bed, complete with 
Laura, was much better. The way she was gripping my 
manhood with her hand told me that she agreed. 

Her hips rose up to meet me, but I wasn't going to 
oblige her just yet. I kissed her cleavage, covering 
her breasts that rose from her corset like freshly 
baked bread. My hair became ensnared in her gloved 
fingers, and I felt the slight pressure to descend. I 
covered my Laura with kisses, kissing her skin, kissing 
the soft lace of her corset and then returning again to 
her skin as I passed her belly. Her knees rose around 
my head, white lace pillars surrounding me and closing 
me from the mundane world. 

My mouth breathed gently on her waiting sex, disturbing 
her tiny yellow hairs just slightly. Her hands remained 
patient in my hair as I moved ever so closely towards 
her. My lips touched her nether lips, and a sigh 
escaped us both at the same time. The shine of moisture 
beckoned me, and I closed the gap between us, joining 
my mouth to her fierce needs. She buckled under my 
lips, her body quaking as I rode her thrusting with my 
tongue. My hands were under her firm ass, rising her to 
me as her pelvis undulated on the bed. So quickly she 
exploded, and so slowly did I lick and absorb every 
flavor that she gave me. 

There comes a moment when the storm subsides, and the 
waves even out. At that point, I rose from her pleasure 
and laid beside her. Her eyes were still clenched, but 
she curled into my arms anyway. My own desire was 
desperate inside me, but I waited. This time, we were 
going to do it right. There would be no rushing 
tonight, except perhaps for the rushing in my ears that 
came from finally being here. 

As I laid on my back, Laura rested her head on my 
chest. I treasured the chance to watch her quietly. Her 
body was pressed to me and I certainly felt the heat 
from her legs, not to mention her soft breasts pressed 
against me. Despite all these charms, it was her hair 
that had me in trance. All I could see of her head was 
her golden hair, long, thick and slightly curly. I rose 
my hand up to stroke her hair, petting her almost like 
a kitten as I let her tresses go through my fingers. 
Maybe I was fascinated simply because it was a part of 
her. 

Before long, another part of her was tracing the lines 
of my chest. Her fingernails were light on my skin, 
feeling the curvature of my muscles. I closed my eyes 
as her fingers moved to the center of my being at the 
moment. First she moved the back of her gloved fingers 
across the veins of my cock, delicately from tip to 
base. She was close, but not close enough, and I didn't 
care. Back and forth her satin fingertips went, making 
my desire pulse with each stroke. 

A stirring of my hips betrayed my needs and Laura's 
fingertips were replaced by her entire hand. Encased in 
the soft feel of her gloves, my cock thrived in it's 
embrace. Laura's head was still on my chest, so I 
restricted my own movements to prevent her discomfort. 

My lover didn't say a word as she stroked my manhood, 
but knowing she was watching my most private place with 
such interest was extremely erotic. I imagined her blue 
eyes intent on my cock as it disappeared and reappeared 
in her grip. I tried to picture her face as her thumb 
circled the tip of my cock with each stroke. I wondered 
if she was smiling at my manhood reddening with ardor. 
I think she was. 

Her motions were slow, tugging the loose skin of my 
manhood slightly so that there was no friction from her 
gloves. In one perfect gloved hand she held my cock, 
and in one perfect smooth motion she caused my passion 
to foam at the tip. At the first sign of my impending 
release, Laura darted her head down to my manhood. 
There she placed her lips just around the end of my 
cock, her hand still urging my approaching climax. I 
arched my back and moaned as my passion gratefully 
flowed into her lips. Laura kept stroking me, emptying 
all of my essence into her mouth with the same slow 
motions of her hand. 

"I'll be right back kind sir," Laura said as bliss 
diffused outward through my body. 

As much as I wanted to enjoy my glow, I turned on my 
side and watched Laura rise from the bed. She had lost 
her heels at some point, but the view of her backside 
was enticing all the same. The white garter belt hugged 
the curves of her buttocks softly like a lover's 
squeeze. She left the room and I wondered where she was 
going. When she returned, I didn't notice the plate of 
sandwiches and bottle of something sparkling until she 
sat again on the bed. Time stopped when she left and 
started for me again when she walked in the room. 

"I prepared a lunch for us," she said, handing me a 
glass which she filled with sparkling grape juice. 

"You plan things out so well," I said after I took a 
refreshing sip. "You must have known we would enter the 
bedroom before we adjourned for a meal." 

She laughed, nearly upsetting the glass she held. Even 
in this opulent bedroom she made me feel at ease. Here 
I was sitting on a woman's bed eating sandwiches, and 
Laura made it feel like I belonged here. The sandwiches 
were small but tasty with various meats and cheeses. 

"Past experience has thought me little about you," she 
said. "But what I have learned is that you are 
handsome, witty, exceedingly charming and most of all, 
impossible for me to keep my hands off. It's 
frightening to desire someone to the point that you 
don't care if you know them, but my heart told me to 
trust in you. I'm glad that I have." 

"It is not my experience to bed a woman after one 
conversation," I replied, "but it is also not my 
experience to meet a woman who makes me want to worship 
and ravish at the same time. You are like Carrol's 
divine and infernal ideal wrapped into one. I want to 
improve myself for you because I feel you deserve only 
the grandest knight, but at the same time I would be 
willing to lie, cheat, and push down old ladies if I 
thought it would place me higher in your eyes." 

Her blue eyes widened in recognition. "Carrol's Ideals! 
That was what I have been trying to remember. You're 
right of course, we know just enough about each other 
to be infatuated, and yet so little we don't know what 
will be expected of us. Right now you find me 
attractive, but what about tomorrow when you see me 
washing dishes? How will I feel when I find out you 
hate one of my favorite writers? Can the two of us even 
agree on a movie to watch?" 

"That's the risk," I said, moving closer so I could put 
my arm around her. Can this be the first time I hugged 
her? If it has, it's been long overdue. 

"Right now," I said quietly, her hair tickling my face, 
"we have chemistry, fond memories and a complete lack 
of knowledge of each other's faults. Tomorrow we'll 
slide one step closer to reality, and the day after 
that we'll be even closer. We might grow apart but you 
know what else could happen? We could grow even closer. 
Wouldn't that be a good outcome of what has already 
been a fairy tale for lovers?" 

She set her glass down and without a word she set mine 
down too. Kicking the plate off the bed was a bit of a 
surprise, but I applauded her enthusiasm. Running her 
hand down my chest, she whispered into my ear. 

"This is one fairy tale I don't plan on finishing 
tonight," she said right before her mouth joined mine 
in a powerful kiss. 

This time, our kiss was much slower, much more 
sensuous. Our passions had been satisfied only minutes 
ago, and now we could enjoy each other with patience. 
Her hands gripped my thighs as we kissed, while my own 
hands enjoyed running down her back. I pressed her 
closer, our breaths leaving us as desire surged back 
into us. I broke to kiss, only so I could kiss the 
perfume she had placed on her neck. My mouth nuzzled 
into her waves of blonde hair, kissing with lips every 
spot of sensitive skin I could find. Soft sighs escaped 
my lover's lips as she bent her neck further back for 
me to explore. 

I enjoyed my task completely, and sat behind her so 
that I could continue. My Laura bent her head forward 
as my mouth sang her praises through my lips. Her back 
was covered by me with kisses, and I stopped right at 
where her corset wrapped around her. Playfully I would 
nip with my teeth along the line of her corset, and 
Laura would shudder in a delightful manner. With a 
little practice, I was able to find the spots of her 
exposed back and shoulders that would cause sighs as 
well as the places that caused her to giggle. 

When Laura's hands were clenching the bed sheets too 
tightly, I turned my attentions to her other charms. 
Sitting behind her, so that my legs flanked her on both 
sides, I placed Laura right up against my growing cock. 
As she sat there with my desire so intimately known to 
her, my hand reached around to touch her thigh. She 
relaxed into the arm I hugged her with, but she tensed 
as soon as my lazy fingers traced her thigh. 

For long quiet moments we sat there in silence, my 
fingers brushing ever so lightly over her open thighs. 
Once in a while, when my fingernails would stroke too 
complex of a pattern on her soft skin, she would moan 
and stir in my grasp. Her stirring would of course 
disturb my throbbing heat, and my moans were mixing 
with hers. The white garter belt and stockings limited 
my touches on her bare skin, but this thin zone of 
sacred skin was perfect for our needs. 

My hand played eventually sought out her sex, and Laura 
gripped my arm forcefully as I teased her desire. I 
couldn't bring myself to touch her too directly, I was 
learning from my touching and I was enjoying every 
moment. The texture of her golden down of hair was 
rubbed between my fingers. Touched properly, the garden 
of pleasure of a woman can be the softest experience in 
the world. With infinite delicacy, I entered Laura with 
my questing fingers. Being very careful, and paying 
close attention, I could feel her contraction around my 
fingers, and it was quickening. 

Laura leaned into me and rested her head on my 
shoulders. 

"Now," she said. A single request spoken softly. 

We moved in concert quickly. I removed myself from 
behind her while she reclined backwards to lie on the 
bed. My body was encircled by her arms and legs as I 
took my place between her thighs. Gently my cock 
entered her, but there was nothing gentle in the way 
she gripped me tighter to her. Our bodies flowed 
together, Laura clinging to me as we approached our 
pleasures together. Hip to hip, chest to chest, and 
cheek to cheek we made love. 

The rest of the night followed the same pattern. We 
would talk, getting to know one another better, then we 
would make love when our desires were in the way of our 
conversation. It was only when the sun peeked through 
her window that we realized we had been up all night. 
It was Monday morning, and we both called our 
respective jobs to call in sick. 

After that, we lived happily ever after. 

The End

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
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