atlnite1.txt ÉÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ» º "ATLANTA" by Night º º SAGA #1 º º Written by Atlanta º ÈÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍͼ "Good afternoon, Atlanta -- Houston here. The eagle has landed. Suite four three zero. Would you care to join me for dinner, shall we say, sevenish?" Pulling into the parking lot at ten minutes of, I quickly glance at the rear view mirror, checking my hair and makeup. Upon opening the vehicle door, I step out and adjust my dress and slip, pick up my purse and proceed to the main lobby. I ask the concierge to announce my arrival to you via telephone and upon your obvious request, he relinquishes the handset to me. I hear your soft voice say, "Good evening, Atlanta -- Houston has a surprise for you. Would you please join me in my suite momentarily?" The elevator swiftly deposits me to your floor and presently I am at your suite door. My legs feel rubbery -- as if they could buckle beneath me if I stand there much longer. Taking a deep breath, I rap lightly upon your door. Your warm smile, twinkling eyes and soft voice greet me with "Hello, Atlanta", as you usher me inside. We exchange pleasantries as you pour us each a glass of a Late Harvest Riesling that's been chilling. The table has been set, presumably by room service, for a quiet candlelight dinner for two. A single yellow baby rose bud adorns my plate as we sit to dine. I thank you profusely and reach across to touch your cheek with my trembling hand. As my fingers trail down your cheek, you grasp my hand and gently kiss my fingertips. You whisper that the rose is simply your way of saying "thank you" for being there -- taking that first initial step back to what I once was. The tenderness of the moment brings tears to my eyes. The candle flickers gently as we dine. Soft music plays in the background. The world outside has become distant to us both as we look into each others eyes. The food is literally ignored as we search each other for a clue as to what to say or do next. I am drawn nearer to you by your gentleness and the sweet softness of your voice. Our bodies have moved closer together to where our shoulders and legs just touch. The feel of your body next to me and your soft laughter are intoxicating. I feel as if I'm twenty again. I feel so vibrant...so alive. Ever so carefully, you put your arm about my shoulders and lightly caress my shoulder and the hollow of my neck. Gently you cup my chin in your hand and slowly kiss my lips -- briefly -- then again with a little more pressure. I can feel the urgency within you, yet you still maintain your composure -- a rare gift. As I slowly open my eyes, I become lost once again in yours. You quietly suggest we retire to more comfortable seating arrangements and leave our now-cold, half-eaten dinner as is. With one breath, the candle is extinguished. Holding your hand and carrying my lovely rose, I allow you to lead me into your bedroom. Soft lighting illuminates the room to reveal a bath to one side, dresser, king size bed and sliding glass doors leading out onto a balcony. I walk out onto the balcony as you leave me momentarily saying you'll retrieve our wine glasses. The lights of the city flicker in the distance and there is a nip in the air. You return shortly, setting our glasses and remaining vino on the dresser in passing, joining me on the balcony. You notice that I am trembling slightly and reach out with your gentle touch to caress my back and shoulders. Slowly we face each other and embrace for the first real time. Cupping my chin in your hand, you tip my head back until our lips meet in a long searching kiss. Gently stroking my back, you kiss me longingly -- making me gasp for breath. I tremble again and you whisper into my ear how much warmer you desire to make me feel. Taking me by the hand we leave the balcony behind us. Upon entering the bedroom, the music can be heard once again -- "Unchained Melody", in fact -- and you ask me for this dance. Our bodies press closely together moving slowly in time to the music and your lips gently nuzzle at my neck and shoulders. Continuing to sway with the music, you carefully turn me around in your arms and begin nuzzling the back of my neck and shoulders. Your hands at my waist slowly begin a journey upward to cup my breasts. Instinctively my body presses back against yours and I am filled with tremors of excitement as my nipples begin to harden with each adept caress. Your warm breath on my neck and shoulders bring me to goose flesh. I can feel your own arousal -- your need -- your longing -- as you press against me. Turning to face you, I raise my head once again so that you may taste my lips. Your tongue tentatively flickers to explore my mouth more -- drinking in its nectar. Very gently you take my hand and lead me over to your bed. Easing me down beside you, you set the rose still in my hands aside and cup my face once more, kissing me deeply. Gradually we fall back upon the bed, our bodies pressed against each other, sharing intimate caresses and hungry kisses. My body aches for more of you. I press harder against the length of you, discarding my heels in the process. Cautiously, I reach up to remove your tie and unfasten several shirt buttons. Taking further initiative, I gently kiss your face, eyes, caressing your beard, gently nibbling and nipping as I wend my way downward. Brushing your face gently with my soft curls as I nuzzle your neck, I slowly begin to trace a path down your chest with gentle kisses and nips, encircling your nipples with light flickers of my tongue. But before I can go any further, you gently push me away and say, "Atlanta, please, I cannot control myself any longer. If you don't want this to go any further this evening, then we need to stop now!". Your consideration of my welfare and feelings is so touching. When I look into your eyes I can see your longing, yes, but also the genuine affection you truly feel for me. I feel safe, warm and urgently need to feel your arms about me again. As I rise from the bed to a sitting position, I lean over to kiss your lips again and whisper, "I'll be right back", in your ear. You watch as I pad softly over to the bath, closing the door behind me. While shedding my clothes and the majority of my undergarments, I look at the woman in the mirror and shudder, wondering if she can please the man in the next room and be able to feel the pleasures he so desires to bring to her. After a few minor adjustments and another deep breath, I re-enter the bedroom. A single light on the bedside table illuminates the room now and I see that our glasses have been placed upon the bedside table as well. The bed has been turned down and yet another yellow baby rose bud, along with the first received at dinner, lay upon one pillow. As I walk softly to the bed and roses, clad only in a satin slip, I sense your presence. You envelope me within your arms and I can feel the warmth of your bare chest against my back. You whisper that the second rose is for "taking the second step toward becoming a sensuous woman once again". As the tears fall softly onto their petals, you hold me closely, caressing me gently. Turning me toward you, you once again ask me if I want to stop -- I whisper, "No, I want to try.". You remove the flowers from my hands and lay them upon the little table, quickly returning to hold me. Your next embrace and kiss are overwhelming. I feel somewhat faint. As I sit down upon the edge of the bed, you ask if I'm alright. "Yes, I'm fine, but perhaps I should rest for just a moment?" You ease me back upon the soft clean pillows, prop my feet up and then sit beside me. Leaning over me you gently stroke my hair, face, shoulders and the satin of my slip. Your fingers trace patterns over the material covering my breasts, making my nipples ache with need. Carefully pulling the fabric aside, you expose a nipple. With great anticipation I feel your warm breath and tongue as you draw it into your mouth to suckle. I can feel your hand slipping up my inner thigh in search of other hidden treasures. You sense my uneasiness and ask why I am trembling. A quick glance toward the beside light and you immediately rise to turn it off, knowing that it's the nakedness of my body for the first time in the light that makes me feel uneasy. As my eyes begin to adjust to the new darkness, I feel your body slip onto the bed beside me, turning me toward you for yet another warm embrace. Our lips meet, part and tongues entwine. Your hands caress my back in a gentle motion through the slinkiness of the satin. Our bodies press closer and closer together as we roll with one another about the bed. In one fluid motion, I am astride you. Your hands reach upward to caress my breasts as my own find comfort in the warmth of your chest. The satin slip rides up about my waist and hips. I am uneasy at first -- wondering if the weight of my body is too much upon yours. But your fervorish caresses upon my hips, thighs and buttocks urge me to remain as I am. Nestling my nose in the hollow of your sternum, I can smell your masculinity. My fingers trail from your cheek to your chest in liquid motion. My mouth and lips seek yours again and again. My nipples ache and loins grow more moist with each kiss and caress. My body trembles with excitement. With a moan, you gently roll us onto our sides again and press the full length of your body against mine, kissing my lips and face and neck. Your hands cup my breasts firmly and my hand trails down to your belt buckle. Sensing my intrepidation -- and urgency -- you stop what you are doing to aid me in my task. You leave me momentarily to remove the remainder of your clothing -- the sound of the zipper, rustle of fabric, jingle of keys and coinage. In an instant you are standing beside me, drawing me upward to stand within your embrace. I feel your hands beneath my slip caressing my buttocks and thighs. As your fingers untie the straps of my slip, it falls about my feet in a swirl, to be forgotten until some time later. Your hands and fingers caress my bare flesh. I shiver with anticipation -- excitement -- and fear. A gentle pressure upon my shoulders tells me to sit again upon the edge of the bed. Bending over, you seek my mouth in yet another soul-searching kiss. Easing me back against the bed, you trail kisses down my neck, shoulders, breasts and ribs. Your hand gently glides up one soft thigh seeking the steamy wetness of my passion -- your fingers probing deeper and deeper with each gentle stroke. You murmur my name as you drop to your knees, spreading my thighs apart in the process. I feel your warm breath and tongue slowly kissing my inner thighs as you work your way upward. I tremble with excitement as your tongue encircles that magical button and your fingers continue to explore and caress. Shudders of ecstasy fill my body. My fingers gently entwine themselves in your hair as your tongue proceeds to flit about, teasing and tantalizingly. I can feel the warm tingle beginning at the back of my knees. Soon my toes begin to curl and I know I'll soon explode into orgasm. Sensing my need, you launch me into ecstasy -- warm wave after wave enveloping my body. When I am finally able to open my eyes, I find you standing at my feet looking down at me with a wonderfully warm smile upon your face, Sitting up on the edge of the bed my hands reach out to hold you closely, feeling the softness of your stomach, tautness of your buttocks and surging need within inches of my face. Your fingers gently tousle the curl of my short hair as I kiss my way downward. As I hesitate, you tip my head back and say softly, "Atlanta, you don't have to do this now if you don't feel like it. I understand and it's alright. We've got plenty of time for this another day. It's okay." I hold you closely about the waist, pressing my face firmly against your stomach. Tentatively, I slide my fingers up the inside of your left leg and thigh, eventually cupping your jewels in my hand. My fingers gently encircle the shaft of your fervent desire and caresses it from top to bottom. A shudder goes through me again as I bend my head to take you into my warm wet mouth...inch...by inch...by inch...flickering my tongue along the length of it...nipping the head gently before it returns to the warm recesses of my mouth. Soon I've established a rhythm to my madness and can feel you throbbing with each stroke. Suddenly, you force me away -- force me to stop -- you can't take any more or you'll explode! And if you're going to do that, then you at least want the pleasure of burrowing yourself deep within me first. "Atlanta, I want you so badly.", you whisper into my ear as I stand in your embrace. You kiss me longingly once again -- I can taste myself upon your lips as you can taste yourself upon mine. Holding the covers aside for me, I slip between the cool clean sheets of the bed. I hear you softly pad to the other side and sit down upon its edge. A drawer opens. There is a rustling noise as you find what you are groping for and finally the sound of the drawer being re-closed. I suddenly realize what you are doing. You're being the responsible partner you said you would be. You promised you would take care of our "safe sex and no unwanted pregnancy needs", and you kept your word. Your kindness and sensitivity is truly overwhelming. Soon you are once again embracing me and kissing me passionately. I can feel your hardness pressing against me as we roll about the bed once more. Pulling me on top of you again, I position myself to accommodate your eagerness. You tell me to relax and gradually ease myself down, taking in only what is comfortable. I'm tight -- God, am I tight -- all my muscles have constricted. It's been so long. It hurts -- but it's pleasurable pain. Gradually I begin to relax and enjoy the motion. I can feel your hands grasping my buttocks, spreading them further and further apart so that you can penetrate my pulsating cavern even deeper. My breasts bounce with the motion of our rhythm. You catch a nipple lightly with your teeth and pull me forward into your arms. I've begun to get the warm tingling sensations in the back of my knees again. Our bodies meld together in succession as we stroke each other. The warm tingling sensations continue to overtake me and I know I won't be able to hold it back much longer. I bend over to kiss your lips again and whisper to you of my pending orgasm. You kiss me again and whisper "Let's both go for it, Atlanta." Our strokes increase to a near frenzy. The sensation is too much and my toes begin to curl. A moan escapes my lips as you grasp my nipples tightly between your fingers. My hips continue their thrusting motion with yours until I can go no longer. I close my eyes and allow myself to ride with every wave. Within moments I hear you moan and feel you thrust upwardly into oblivion once more. Our orgasms are intense. Minutes later, you still continue to throb inside me and my body quivers with each quake. Later, you excuse yourself to the bath. There is the sound of running water -- the shower, I presume. Instead, you come back to me with a warm wash cloth and dry towel with which you cleanse me. When finished, you pull the covers up over my body, kiss my lips, then offer me a sip of wine from my glass. After discarding the linens, you re-join me in bed -- cradling me in your arms. We lay there for what seem to be hours quietly talking -- sharing intimacies -- kissing -- touching. You ask me about my daughter and I tell you what time I should be back for her. You nestle me in your arms, kiss me gently and tell me to sleep now. I awake to your touch -- a gentle kiss -- and the aroma of fresh coffee being poured. As I sit up in the bed I suddenly remember my nakedness. As I grope for the sheet to cover myself, I look down to find my slip already covering my breasts. How did you manage it? You see the look of bewilderment upon my face and grin from ear to ear. You set the tray down on the bedside table and offer me a cup, with cream and sweetener, just as I like it. How did you know? And as I sip my coffee, you gently sit beside me on the bed and lay three yellow baby rose buds across my lap -- the third rose being because I have "become a sensuous woman once again". As the tears of happiness fill my eyes, you take my cup from me and hold me closely in your arms -- your lips seeking mine. And as the sun begins to rise, we make plans for another afternoon and/or evening of tenderness. ÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta, Georgia - (404) 244-7059 OUR OWN GROWN QUALITY STORIES OF EROTICA