(Continuing from UKRoadrunner’s “In Search of Satisfaction - Part III: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/29/in-search-of-satisfaction-iii/)
Lizzie was scrutinizing herself in the mirror. Her long black hair, wavy and wet from earlier, was finally smoothed down to a straight finish, layered neatly alongside her round tanned face. She adjusted her large breasts, pressed them together, in order to create a deep cleavage on her chest, her breast snug deeply in the crisscross slings of her blue camisole-like top, which joined at the back of her neck in a knot. Her top flowed underneath her breasts like a lingerie teddy, made of a flowy, soft material, which hid the curves of her waist. She decided to go simple with her outfit, pairing her sexy top with a pair of white capris, her ass accentuated by the tightness of the material. Underneath her capris, she figured she would go the subtly sexy touch, a dark pinkish lacy thong underwear that rode in between her ass cheeks. Her feet were soft and painted lightly with a pearly touch, and matched it with tan leather thong sandals with a slight raised heel. Her ears gleamed with a touch of silver hoops, and she was perfecting her light, glossy lipstick to pair with a bit of violet and pink eye shadow. Wow, do I look hot, hope Jack likes this, she thought to herself. She smiled her sensual, naughty smile at the mirror, her reflection mimicking her, as she sprayed a bit of her favorite perfume – sensual yet subtle – on her neck and a bit on her cleavage. It was her ex’s favorite perfume, and even after he had left her, she still held bits of his memory as she sniffed the nostalgic scent. She sighed, remember the last time she and her ex made love, surrounded by this scent, knowing full well that it would take some time to forget him.
Stop it, Lizzie! It’s time to get your new groove on! Jimmy is gone, you’ll never get him back. Think about tonight, about Jack…she chastised herself. She took a deep breath, stood up straight, and her cleavage shown proud and tall as she picked up her clutch and keys, walked out the door and closed it behind her.
She inched closer to the door in a bit of anticipated excitement. I wonder what kind of guy he really is, hopefully he’ll be as entertaining as he was earlier, she mused. Every step took her closer to his door, and discovered that it was left ajar. She peered in, not seeing anyone. Boxes were laid neatly in separate piles of the room, a couch and a coffee table laid close to one side. Music was softly playing in the background, it sounded like old-school jazz, and a two plates lay somewhat askew on the coffee table. It seemed as if he made his first day moving in somewhat manageable and livable, which made her impressed. She hear rummaging in the kitchen as she turned the corner, and saw his profile as he flicked open a bottle of beer with a bottle opener and saw him take a swig. My, was he attractive. His shirt hugged him tightly, tracing the contours of his body. Of course, his hair was tied in his trademark pony tail, and damn, did he look hot. She felt her heart beating faster, her pussy feeling a bit wet and excited, and very playful smile fell on her face. She slightly coughed to get his attention, and he abruptly turned, with a look of surprise mixed with a slight sense of lust in his eyes. She knew she made the right choices for her outfit tonight.
“Hi there, Jack. I saw the door open, so I figured it was all right to come in. Sorry to scare you like that,” she said, looking in his eyes, knowing full well that she really wasn’t sorry. She glanced downward toward his pants, and she saw a slight bulge near his zipper, and made a mental note that she knew that bulge was especially for her.
“Hi Lizzie. No, it’s okay, I knew you were coming, which is why I left the door open. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Sorry if this place is a bit of a mess, but this is all I could manage today. It really was a struggle to get everything moved in here,” he sheepishly replied. His gaze was still on her cleavage, and she was enjoying every minute of his silent adoration. “Do you want a beer?” he asked.
“Sure, I’ll take whatever you have in there,” she said, making herself comfortable on the couch, making sure that her cleavage would be near his eye level when he sat down. He rounded the corner, handed her a beer, and sat down next to her. “Thank you for the invitation tonight, that was really sweet of you,” she said. She leaned in, just slightly, as she saw his head follow her cleavage closer to his chest. She saw his breath quicken.
“It’s no problem, I had fun with you earlier. How about pizza for dinner? I know of this great hole-in-the-wall place that delivers one of the best pizzas in town,” he boasted.
So he ordered pizza, and while he was on the phone, she decided to step out on the balcony for some fresh air. As she sipped her beer, she enjoyed listening to the slight bustle of the night, her head swimming in her twilight reverie when she felt hands circling around her waist.
“I don’t mean to be so forward, but can I say that you look really hot tonight, and I’m the type of person that doesn’t throw compliments around easily,” he said. She felt his stubble on his cheek, and her face blushed from his touch. On the small her back, she felt his bulge from his pants, and she could feel herself wetter than she was before. She turned to him.
“Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” she purred. She looked into his eyes, and saw a flash of lust, as her hands held tightly to his arms, as he rubbed his stubble on her cheek, his lips lightly kissing her neck, tasting her in soft morsels. She sighed, enjoying his soft lips on her neck and shoulder, sensual and oh so soft…
She turned around and kissed him on his cheek, softly as his arms still held the sides of her waist. His arms began to wander up and down her waist, then slowly caressed the tops of her arms, feeling the smooth soft skin before him. His mouth reached hers, and their lips softly enfolded each other’s, her arms wrapped around his neck as they kissed, the chemistry building up slowly as he slipped a tongue into her mouth.
They became tangled in an embrace, kissing on the balcony, his mouth sensually licking the smalls of her neck, his tongue tracing circles around her shoulder, sucking and nipping lightly with his teeth, as she sighed, feeling her ecstasy climbing gradually into a euphoric and hazy high…until they heard a slight and gradual pounding on the door.
“That must be dinner, hold on a second,” he said. And he turned to pay for their pizza.
She turned back to the fluorescent lights of the twilight sky, and as she smiled to herself, she knew that this night wasn’t going to be just pizza and beer…
Continue to Part V here: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/02/02/in-search-of-satisfaction-part-v/
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