Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2000 06:13:29 EST From: LaelSt@aol.com Subject: Vacation Seduction, Part 1 I have purposely attempted to leave out cliches and vulgarity (at least maybe what I would consider vulgar). I wanted to see if a story could be just as hot without them. Since I cannot be considered objective, I leave that to you. This is an entirely fictional story (more's the pity!) and has no relation to any real person, place or event. By all means, email me with comments at LaelSt@aol.com Thanks, Lael Stalnaker Vacation Beach House I pull shut the vertical blind with a soft yank on the cool, textured metal loop. The slats snap closed, shutting off the view of pounding surf. The white sand gleams with reflected moonlight. The day's temperature had soared into the triple digits. Even now, several hours past sunset, it remained in the upper 90's. We had spent the day trying not to move much less talk. All day my mind had wandered toward this coming night. We had come out to this secluded beach to get away from all the pressures of work and social obligation. This was supposed to be our time with no thoughts of life away from this perfect tropical hermit's dream come true. I laugh to myself at old habits and give the blind's chain another sharp tug. The slats pop back open. Remember? This is a hermit's dream. There is not another soul within 60 miles. Why shut out the awesome view. It's only us here. I stand and watch the rolling surf as it shines its way to shore. I watch as it crashes, spraying white in a rush across the rippled sand. The foam fades from the fragile light, darkening the grains. I turn away reluctantly. Memory plays as I turn toward where he is sitting. We had met the year before. Where is unimportant. How is forgotten. For some reason, we had never gotten too physical. We dated, you know? A movie, dinners, hikes, archery, the usual stuff. I guess I wanted to be sure that he wasn't after a one-night stand. We both had made sure of test results. Why he didn't push after sex, I have no idea. The trip was his idea. The place was mine. I've made up my mind. He'll do. I want to finally see if we match in body as well as we do in mind. While he slept through today's scorching heat, I made my little scene of seduction. I chose what props I thought would accent the mood. Candlelight seems like a good start. The flame changes with the air. It dances and the shadows dance with it. Electric light just won't do. I place several dozen candles on surfaces all over the room in clusters of 4. OK, that's one element down. I had found a huge clamshell on the shore this morning. I place some of the beach sand in it and sit a cone of magnolia incense in the center. I'll ignite that as I light the candles tonight. I put a small black lacquer bowl in the freezer. In it is 6 ice cubes. From the cedar chest at the foot of our bed, I take a blue satin comforter. He is out cold, so to speak, in this heat. He doesn't stir from his slumber. It will be great to finally do more than just snuggle each night. It was too hot to sleep under the comforter, but I don't intend for us to be under it tonight. I cleared the center of the living room of all the furniture. Then I take the slick satin comforter and spread it out. The candles will surround us with moving light. The clamshell sits on a small table near the sliding door. If I have the door all the way open, the incense will go in and out with the breeze. Hopefully, this will keep it from getting to strong. Guess that detail is up to chance. Now, what is missing from this scene? Hmmmm, perhaps music? No, I want to hear the waves. There are 3 wind chimes on the deck facing the ocean. If the breeze picks up, it will be enough along with the constant roar of the incoming surf. The tide should be high with the full moon tonight. Keeping him out of the living room for the rest of the day isn't too terribly hard. We spend the rest of the day in the water. The cool wetness is a godsend after the searing waves of the sun. We kinda forgot trivial things like swimsuits. After all, what would be the point? Actually I am fibbing. I was wearing a Speedo, but seem to have lost it in the water. I vaguely remember him making a dive into an oncoming wave. As I followed him, I felt his hands on my waist. Then, like a shark after blood, his hands snatched at the scanty cloth covering me. I actually flipped over backwards. He had set his feet on the bottom and hauled on the Speedos so hard that I came up out of the water and flipped over onto my back. Somehow, during that little maneuver, the swimsuit stayed in his hand but I didn't stay in the swimsuit, except for getting my ankles caught. He laughed and tugged them the rest of the way off. Spluttering, I reached for the Speedos. With a big grin, he threw them over his shoulder out into the tide. I decided that I really didn't need them after all. I grabbed him around the neck and pulled myself up against him. I planted a hard kiss on his lips and then pushed him down under the water. When he grabbed for me, just guess where, I leaped backwards and swam back in. A wave caught me and I body surfed to the sand. We laid out on the sand 'til dark. I was fascinated with the patterns the dry salt made on his achingly perfect body. His muscles were highlighted with white formations. As I lightly lick a trail across his chest, I suggest that we go in and get dressed. He arches an eyebrow at me and glances up and down the beach. Knowing the implication he is making, I tell him to just humor me. I walk up to the house and hop into the shower. The pulse of the water on my skin feels good. I take my time and then towel off. I dress and go into the kitchen to make dinner. I can hear him humming away in the shower. I decided that we would eat on the deck. Thankfully there is a second sliding door off the kitchen. I know he has been curious about the living room all day. Strangely, he never asked why I had said to stay out of there. He dutifully came out through the kitchen. After we ate, we sat and smoked. The stars were now out completely. The moon was just clear of the horizon. I told him to give me about 10 minutes and then go into the living room. The eyebrow went up again and then the most amazing smile played across his lips. I went around to the front of the house and looked at the row of rose bushes lining the walkway up to the driveway. Every other bush had the most beautiful white buds and blossoms. Yellow and deep red alternated between. I quickly snipped a couple dozen, close to the flowers. Then I raced back into the house. I threw the roses into the air in the middle of the comforter. They rained down in all directions. I laughed out loud with delight. Racing to the kitchen, I snag the bowl out of the fridge. It gets placed at one corner of the comforter, in easy reach. I went around the room lighting the candles and incense. Just as I finish, he is there. His walk is a glide. Have you ever watched one of the big hunting cats stalk? It is the same movement. Highly sexy. Slightly dangerous and oh so erotic when your mind goes there. He stopped in the archway of the door and surveyed my handy work. His delighted grin tells me all I want to know. He winds his way around the room and then stops at the comforter. He clears a space from the roses and sits down in a fluid motion. I am at the blinds. The dim flickering of soft candlelight casts shadows across the ceiling and walls. The flames waved slightly with the passing air of my movement. Tiny shivers run up my spine as I watch the dancing patterns on the walls. The surf pounds in the background mixing with the tinkling wind chimes. I was right, the sound combined perfectly. I slow my progress toward the seated figure that waits patiently for me to come closer. He smiles at my sense of wonder with the environment I have created. I smile back and slowly lower myself to the soft, satin blanket that lies on the thick carpet. We begin to lightly touch the exposed areas of our bodies. It is summer and neither of us is wearing more than thin cotton shirts and slacks. As he caresses my arm, trailing a single finger sensuously up my arm, another shiver sends waves across my body. He moves his fingers to the line of my jaw and cups my ear in his hand. I feel the heat that his skin against mine radiates. It feels like I should have blisters from its intensity. My eyes close, to better absorb the sensation of his heated touch. His thumb rubs in little circles behind my ear. My own hands reach up and take his other hand into mine. I bring his hand to my mouth and lightly touch the tip of his thumb to my lips. I then draw his thumb into my mouth and slowly suck down the length of it. I suck upwards toward his thumbnail even more slowly. As I reach the nail; I allow my teeth to lightly graze it as I continue toward the tip. I move to the next finger and repeat the slow, sucking motion. When I reach his pinkie, he draws me closer to him and kisses my neck. You know, right at the base, where the dip is as you turn your head. It is also the place where all of the nerves in your body meet. At least that is the way it feels. I can feel a tingle that covers me from head to foot. He moves up my neck to under my jaw. His tongue is making little wet circles as he goes. When he reaches my mouth, he darts into me. Our faces are slightly sweaty and I can taste his sweat as he kisses me so deeply that I lose myself in it. His hand is still cupping my ear and he runs the tips of his fingers through my hair. Each single strand is hyper-aware of him. Falling backwards onto the satin blanket, I pull him down with me. I can feel the roses beneath my back. Their scent drifts up. We each are lying on our sides, facing each other. I pull away from that eternal kiss and nibble gently on his ear. He lies completely still and smiles. He closes his eyes. I move myself to my knees and bend over his toned chest. His sweat has made his Shirt stick to his body, showing the shape of his muscles. I lean forward and take the first button in my teeth. Gently, I bite through the thread holding it to his shirt. I then take the button between my teeth and drop it to the side. I go down the length of his torso, removing buttons and dropping them. When the last button falls, I take my tongue and run it up his chest. Slowly, following the ripple of his muscles. His back arches just a little. I stop and nibble on each of his erect nipples. A low moaning excites me even further. Without warning, he chuckles and reverses our positions. His strong hands are on my waist as he flips me over onto my stomach. The roses' soft petals send whole new sensations through me. He massages the small of my back. With constant pressure, he works his way up either side of my spine. Each muscle is found and pressured into submission. The slight pain of tenseness retreats from his fingertips as he follows the natural shape and flow muscle while sliding up my back to my neck. I begin to feel an electrical tingle in the wake of his fingers. The surface nerve endings are just beginning to really spark as he gets to my neck. He pushes aside the vaguely brown strands of hair that lie on my neck. Instead of fingers, I now feel his lips. His breath on my neck sends shivers rocketing down my body. Tiny goose bumps spring into being on my exposed skin. He slips his tongue in under my shirt collar and slides from side to side along the rim of my shirt. As I gasp with all new shivers, he lifts my waist slightly. His hands teasingly slip in under my stomach and inch their way down to the top of my pants. With a quick flick of his fingers, my slacks are now unbuttoned. He then holds my waist up with his wrists and lets his fingers spread apart. Since he is holding each side of the slacks in them, the zipper slides down. His hands then turn inward along the crease where thigh meets waist. I can tell that he is checking to see if I am wearing underwear. How silly of me! I seem to have forgotten to wear any. When he discovers the lack of any further obstructions, he gently lowers my waist back to the satin blanket. Abruptly, my slacks skid down my legs. He had grasped the pants cuffs and yanked hard. In one motion, the cotton slacks fly off my body and into the air. As I glance back over my shoulder, I can see them drift through the air in slow motion. They land in a tumble far across the room. My attention is rapidly brought back to the business at hand. Or should I say hands! His hands have trailed up my now bare legs, up the curve of my buttocks, down the small of my back and up to my neck. As I feel the goose bumps raise along that entire stretch of my body, he trails his hands back down again. He crosses my ankles and then uses my feet to flip me over. I decide to go with the flow and see where this leads now. In a quick and efficient fashion, my shirt is unbuttoned and removed from my body. It has a one way trip to meet with the already departed slacks. As he turns back from his throw, I sit up and lock onto his lips. The shear heat radiating from his entire body lights a fuse within me. I pull what's left of his shirt down around his waist. His arms are now slightly entangled. As he grins down at me, I decide to take a whack at unbuttoning his pants with my teeth. He leans back slightly causing his pants to shift toward me. My hair brushes across his tight stomach. I run my mouth from his navel down to his slacks and gently grip the edge of buttonhole with my teeth. I can feel the tiny chill of the metal button against my tongue. It gives off a vaguely battery type taste/tingle. As I turn my head to the left, I lift up away from his body. The button slips through the hole with a soft popping sound. Releasing the cloth, I snag the end of the zipper with my teeth. With side to side motions that would do any carnivore proud, I haul the stubborn thing down to its end. So much for that exercise. Gee, seems that I am not the only one who chose to forego undies today. How fortunate! I push him backwards. His hands pop up to steady him from the abrupt descent. As he does this, the shirt splits down the middle with a sound like a 22-caliber pistol going off. We both laugh as he holds up the 2 pieces hanging from each wrist. I slip them off and toss them aside. I then wriggle the slacks down off of his hips and yank them completely off. Over my shoulder they go. Now we are on even footing. Not a stitch on either of us. I take the time to look at him appreciatively from head to toe. His magnificent body should be immortalized in marble. Maybe I should take up sculpting. His muscles have that perfection of form that sends shivers of pure, untainted by reason, lust straight through me. Not over done, but rather, each muscle is toned to its best shape without excess bulk. Since we have been here about a week and he is not shy about parading around without a swimsuit, his body has gotten that golden glow tan from head to toe. His dirty blond hair has gotten even lighter now. The candlelight is giving it just a faint tinge of red. It just touches his shoulders. The wind blown surfer look suits him. The hair on his arms and legs is a metallic gold. He is one of those men who never does have a single hair on his torso or back. His eyes are the purest green, like a really good emerald should be. I know that they're not contacts. A light sheen of sweat covers him. The heat of the day still hasn't dissipated. He has a strong jaw with a good chin. His nose is kinda like a ski slope. It tips up just a little at the end. He has the most amazing tattoo on the outer edge of his left buttock. It is a full color angel, nude with his wings stretched out in full flight. It covers about half of the skin surface there. He is inclined on his right side next to me, leaning on his elbow. His head is tilted to the side as he studies me while I am watching him. His left knee is just touching the floor. God, what a pose! I can see half of the angel from where I am sitting. Apparently, my little scheme has aroused the fire within him to match the heat of the room around us. He is circumcised, but that has very obviously not taken anything away from him. I am kinda glad about that. It is one of the few things that turn me totally off; the uncircumcised. So I am silly about that. Everyone has their own ups and downs concerning attraction. With his left hand, he reaches over and runs the tip of his fingernail up my thigh. He locks eyes with me. I can't pull away from the depths of his gaze. The candlelight is reflected there. I get a case of the shivers. Looking concerned, he pulls me down to him so that we are lying facing each other. His arms surround me and pull me in closer. I rest my chin where his neck meets his shoulder. His hands are roaming up and down my back. I can feel the slight calluses on his fingers. Gods above, what a feeling they create. He begins to play with the tail that I have braided down the center of my neck. It's about 12 inches long and about the thickness of a pencil. The rest of my hair reaches my shoulders. Normally light brown, it is now streaked from the sun with clusters of blond. It happens that way every time I am in the sun a lot. I reach over his back and pick up an ice cube from the bowl. I lean back a little to look into his face and then grin at him. There goes that eyebrow again. I take the cube and trace the eyebrow with it. I then lick off the mixture of melt and sweat. I trace the line of his jaw and then lick it off. I follow the edge of his neck and keep going. When I reach his chest between us, he slides over all the way onto his back. I run the cube in tight little circle around his nipples. They get hard quickly. He has shut his eyes and is breathing a bit more heavily. When my tongue touches him, he actually jumps a bit. I run the cube down the center of his stomach, between the muscles, down to his navel. Did I mention that he is an innie? The cube is mostly gone now. I hold what is left of the ice directly over his navel and let go. Plop! His eyes flew open with that one. They close again as I proceed to use my tongue to melt the ice and then lick away the water and sweat. I make bigger circles leading away from there. I have come to a decision on how to proceed. I pick up another ice cube and run it along the inside of the arch of his foot. I hear the beginnings of protest coming and shush him softly. I then very gently and lightly lick away the water. On the second pass, I let my teeth gently graze along the entire length of his sole. OOPS, almost got a reflexive twitch right in the nose. OK, better not do that any more. <Mental grin: At least for now> I take the left over cube that is still in my hand and run it up the side of his calves. I skip over his knees and continue on up the inside of his right thigh. I go all the way up and then suddenly move it up the crease between his thigh and groin. Just as suddenly he is now sitting up! I have to say I did giggle. That wasn't all that was up at this point. About 2 handfuls worth I'd say. Just right. He grabs an ice cube himself and then grins at me. His turn. He pulls me over onto my stomach and pushes me down flat. God, those roses are so soft. The petals have scattered all over by now with all of the rolling around and position changes we have done. I can feel them under my chest and basically down the length of my body. I gasp as he touches the sole of my right foot with the ice. He chuckles evilly. OK, so turn about is supposed to be fair play. I'll buy that for now. I gasp again as his tongue meets my foot. God!!! Is that what it felt like when I did it to him? He whispers in my ear to stay very still. Ummmm, now what? Ackkk!!! He has left the ice on the small of my back. Meanwhile he is licking up the inside of my legs to my thighs. I can't move, as he has his hands on the back of each of my knees. I seem to be getting lost between what he is doing and the cold puddle forming on my back. He slowly pushes my legs further apart, taking care not to dislodge the ice. His hair is now brushing against my buttocks. I think that makes 3 different sensations at the same time now. I have no idea. I can't count anymore. My hands are now clutching the satin beneath me. A trickle of water is running down my left side. His lips are making soft kisses at the highest point of my thigh. He is now lying between my legs. He lifts my hips slightly and trails kisses around the inside of the crescent created by my thighs. He lingers as he reaches the exact middle. His tongue is making tiny circles and then pushes just a bit each time he completes a full circle. The ice meanwhile, has started to slide up my back due to being lifted. I begin chewing on the comforter to keep from moving outside of the limits he has placed. My breathing is becoming just a tad harsh. He pushes in just a bit harder. I decide to just relax and go with it. God the guy has a talented tongue. The ice has reached my shoulder blades and expires. He lowers me back down and begins licking his way up my back. Soon all of the water is gone. Too soon if ya ask me. As he reaches my neck, I can feel the hardness of him lying on top of me. Wow! Like a rock, but warm and soft at the same time. I slowly turn myself over while he holds himself over me. We seem to be about equal in length and thickness. It feels lick an electrical current is passing between us as he lowers himself down on top of me. I am a shade taller than he is. His weight down the length of my body is hardly noticeable. His mass of hair sweeps across my face as he takes my right ear into his lips. He begins, ever so gently, nibbling along the outer rim. He then traces the edge with his tongue. His tongue then slips to just behind my ear and he sucks at the skin on my neck there. My body does a little shudder. My hands are playing up and down his sides. I can just feel his ribs. He nibbles his way down to the base of my throat. Then he moves down and to the right. He ends up over my collarbone, dead center. He then lightly grips the skin with his teeth and sucks really hard. My back arches, all on its own. My groin is on fire now and the spot he is sucking on feels like it is having a weird combination of barely noticeable pain mixed with high-grade electricity. I am actually lifting his body upward with how sharply my back has arched by now. The sensation is indescribable. The twin erections between us have reached the point of maximum blood gain. He is now a third of the way down my body. I can feel the smooth silky hardness of him just over my knees. At the same time, I am pressed against his chest. It must have registered for him just where our relative positions were because he slipped himself further down my shell-shocked body. The arch of my back lowers, finally played out. He plays his hair in side to side motions down my chest. I can feel the static charge it makes as it brushes against my chest hair. I think, if somewhat vaguely, that the hair on my chest must be standing straight up after he passes by. His lips are so hot against my skin. He has had enough of games and goes for it. His tongue is playing up and down my erection. I lose my ability for speaking at this point. His hands creep down my sides by the tips. Goose bumps rise in their wake. His hot mouth takes me in but just the tip. He sucks gently, at the same time rolling his tongue around me in circles. On and on it goes. Suddenly he slams down until his nose is resting on my pubic hair. Where the hell it is all going? I have no idea and really don't care. His throat makes swallowing motions and then he lifts back up to the tip. As he goes back down again, he turns his head to the side in a corkscrew motion. I feel the tip brush against the ridges of his palate and then slide past his tongue on its way down that awesome throat. I can't help myself as I push upwards with my hips. His powerful hands are clamped on my thighs. I think I can feel the fingerprints. The minutes pass as eternity. I am wordless. Then, as he is coming up for air, he begins the next twist, so to speak. He carefully sings his body around without releasing me. His knees are now on either side of my ears. His erection is tightly against his stomach. I can just make out the light fuzz on his scrotum. I decide a different course. I reach up to his hips and pull him down lower. Meanwhile, he is still going down on me like a mad thing. I push his legs a bit further apart. Strategic placing of my hands brings everything above me into view. I let my tongue trail down his scrotum and up the slight ridge the skin forms on its underside. From there is a short trip to the bull's-eye my mind has planted. I let my tongue play around the outside for a bit and then push my way in. Tight fit then he suddenly relaxes his muscles. My nose is now snug against his tailbone. He starts to move his hips in a grinding motion. Let my tongue slip in and out. At the same time he is working on my scrotum now, giving me a spit bath. I slip out and reach up for his stomach. Taking him firmly in hand, I pull him down to my mouth and start swallowing him whole. I almost gag but get past that reflex. Thank god I lost my tonsils as a kid. As I lift him upward, slowly, I let my teeth just barely graze his skin. Again I lose track of the minutes as we mutually take delight in finally going past our prior limit of heavy kissing and a minor bit of groping. He decides that it is time to move on to other games and such. His hips move upward, despite the pressure of my hands trying to hold him in place. He releases his mouth grip on me and sits back up on his knees. What a sight it makes from between his legs. His body rising up and past my head. He is now resting on his knees, cheeks to his ankles. My head is still lying on the floor, firmly wedged in his thighs. He moves backwards while glancing around our immediate area. He chuckles and then whispers in my ear. "Forgot something, didn't ya?" Oh damn! I laugh as I realize what he means. He then motions me to stay right where I am and saunters out of the room. Within seconds he is back with a small bottle in his hands. Duh! How stupid of me to forget something so simple but oh so important. I can't believe I overlooked that. Well, excuse me! It has been way over a year since I had any need for it. I start to sit up but he grins and puts his hand on my chest, stopping me firmly. Oh my! I think that I may have given him ideas with what I had been doing with my tongue. Hey, works for me. At this point, I am ready and willing to go anywhere and everywhere with this night. He kneels by my side and grasps my erection firmly. He had already applied the lubricant to his hand while walking back into the room. He pumps up and down a few times and stops. I wish he hadn't. Felt too good to just stop. Somehow, my eyes had shut while he was doing that to me. They pop back open as I feel him straddle me with his knees halfway to my ribs. I let him place me where he wants me. He lowers himself very carefully backwards and down while holding onto my erection. Dear god!!! Feels like he is going to cut off the blood circulation with how tight he is right now. He very quietly hisses from between his teeth. We are both motionless for a few seconds. Just as I am starting to get concerned, I feel him relax completely again. He begins a controlled descent. When he reaches my groin, he stops again. He then abruptly rises upward, stopping just shy of me slipping out of him. He then pushes down really hard while guiding his own body to keep from hurting me. I let my hands drift up his chest to his nipples. They're still hard and I brush my fingertips across them. He finds a rhythm and just goes with it. It is a slow upward and hard fast downward. He grips with his internal muscles on the way up, releases and then grips again for down. My hands trail down his sides and grip his hips. I start helping him on the lift. I push down on the rush back. Waves of ecstasy are beginning to pulse through me. I can feel how he is also starting to really get into the moment. I let one of my hands grasp him and begin to deceptively pull. He groans. He is even harder than mere minutes before. Didn't think that would be possible. Abruptly, he pushes my hand away. He reaches down with both hands and grasps my shoulders. As he kisses me, he pulls upward. All the time, he is rocking back and forth. With minimal shifting, I am now sitting upright and he has his legs wrapped around my waist. His arms are around my neck. I lift his buttocks upward with both my hips and hands. His cheeks are so firm. I lift and drop him over and over. We go along with this new position for another eternity. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to ultimate explosion. His erection is rubbing against my chest and stomach. I can hear the hiss of his breath in my ear. It is also coming more and more quickly. We both are sweating pretty heavily by now. It causes just enough slickness to keep him from chaffing as he rubs against me. He arches his back just a bit and leans away from my chest. His hands are now clasped behind my head. The new positioning changes everything. I begin to slam him as hard as I can. His erection is jutting up between us and drags across my stomach muscles. He begins to moan at the back of his throat at the same time that I can feel a growl coming out of mine. We are a blur of motion. I feel my scrotum pull up toward the base of my own erection. His is doing the same. Both of us let loose at the exact same time. A fountain of white fluid shoots up between us and lands miraculously on the tip of my nose. He continues to shoot streams as I blast off inside of him. My chest is now covered with his essence. I groan as the muscle contractions that he is putting on me pull the fluid right on out. He leans into my chest and kisses my ear again. I bury my face into his neck. We just sit locked together for a while. I finally come back into my body. I think I left it for a split second. What a rush! He leans back and looks into my eyes. The smile that plays across his lips is so damn sexy. I look down between us. What a sticky mess. I have never had more fun making one. He gently lifts himself up and slips me out of him. I am one of those people that doesn't go back down after letting loose. Neither is he, by the looks of things. He traces my lips with a fingertip and stands up. He gives me a hand up and hangs onto it. I am now being led to the shower. We spend quite a while in the shower. He soaps me up and down. I return the favor. Every trace of sweat and other things is washed away. I run my hands all over his muscles. I love the feel of them. He is toying with my hair. It seems that he takes as great a delight in watching my tail swing as any self- respecting cat would. After being in the coolish water long enough to get prune fingers, we step out. Both of us have gotten rock hard again from our lengthy caressing under the water spray. He takes me by the hand again and leads me to the spare bedroom. Surprise and shock chase their merry way across my face. It seems that I am not the only one who had a plan for tonight. While I thought he was out cold earlier, he had most certainly not been. He had been making his own seduction scene while I was playing with mine. He leaves me in the doorway and goes back into the living room. Soon, I smell the scent of candlewicks going out. He is putting them out so they we can move into the next room. He walks back to me hold the bottle of lube. Round 2 is now about to start. What a night this is going to be! To Be Continued... As always, that is, if you really want me to go further with this.