"My apartment, okay?"
"I'd like that." Her voice was husky.
Nick gave the driver the address and they sped away.
Thankfully, they had reached his small but smartly furnished bachelor apartment at about ten-thirty. Somehow she was glad it wasn't one of those extremely luxurious apartments – she would have been disappointed. It was exactly as she had envisioned his apartment to be like. The coloring of the decor was mainly in wood-tone shades of mahogany brown and tan with dashes of color here and there. A long marble-topped coffee table sat in front of an immense black sofa. The drapes were of a rich-textured fabric, the design in black and white.
"Your hobby by any chance isn't interior decorating, is it?"
"No," he laughed, obviously pleased that she was pleased. "But I did choose all the furniture." She screwed down the corners of her mouth and raised her beautifully shaped eyes and said, "I'm impressed."
"I hoped you would be." He looked at her.
"Would you like a drink?"
"I don't think so," she whispered, and through the whisper she could hear her voice shake.
"What would you like?" he asked.
"I'd like you to take me in your arms," Julie said with a slight smile.
She felt her knees grow weak as he approached her. He slid his arms around her and pressed his lips very gently against hers.
"Is there anything else you want?" he murmured.
"I'd like you to make love to me, in the bed," Julie replied. "I'd like you to make love to me every way you can."
"I'd like that."
He kissed her again, his hands roaming up and down her back. She felt a surge of excitement when she realized that, within minutes, she would be naked in bed beside him.
"Let's go into the bedroom, darling," he whispered as he caressed her ear.
They walked hand in hand from the room and stepped into Nick's bedroom. It too was smartly, plainly furnished.
"You don't know how I've looked forward to this moment, every second of today," she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"And I have too."
Nick turned on a pinkish light on the bedside table, then flicked off the bright overhead light. The room was bathed in a flattering, soft, rosy glow.
Her heart was racing, her every nerve tingling, as Nick closed the drapes and then sat down on the bed beside her. He took her in an embrace, their lips met softly, their tongues intertwined in her mouth.
"I want to see your body," Nick murmured. "All of it."
Her knees were still wobbly as she stood up. She took a few steps away from the bed, then caught her image in a mirror on the wall. She could barely see herself in the faint pink light. Blood coursed furiously through every vein in her body. She turned and looked at Nick.
He was seated at the edge of the bed, eyes wide. Obviously he was looking forward to her performance. And she wasn't going to disappoint him.
Slowly, deliberately, she unbuttoned her dress. Then she pushed apart the sides of the garment and eased it off her shoulders. The dress fell to her waist, and his eyes lit up at the sight of her tits encased in a tight wrap of black lace.
Swirling her hips slightly, she let the dress fall to her ankles, then stepped out of it, picked up the garment, and draped it over the back of a chair. Nick followed every movement of her doughy buttocks as they quivered under her thin black panties.
Feeling his eyes all over her, she reached behind her back and undid the bra clasp, then pulled the cups from her chest. Her firm, fleshy tits wobbled forth, bare, white, satiny, the nipples pink and puffy in the colored light.
Her long, lean legs shone like ivory in the light, her smooth, unblemished calves and sleek thighs shimmered as she stepped barefoot to the chair and dropped her bra. When she turned, her tits were quavering gently, the crevice between them deep and faintly strewn with freckles.
Julie glanced at her figure in the mirror as she slid her black panties down her thighs. Her back was narrow, her spine a deep groove in the tanned flesh. The groove of her spine seemed to merge smoothly with the deep crack of her ass. Her waist was slender, her belly taut and flat, her navel deep, her hips wide, her bush a tangle of black, downy hair. Julie knew she was a beautiful woman. And tonight, she was very glad of it.
Her tits bobbed lightly as she stepped toward the bed, stark naked. His eyes danced all over her body.
"You're so gorgeous, Julie," he murmured in adoration.
He stood up and she reached the bed. But she spoke before he could take her in his arms.
"Your turn, darling," she said.
She sat down on the edge of the bed as Nick started to strip. He pulled off his shirt and slipped down his slacks, tossing them over the chair with her clothes. She watched his broad, muscular back ripple as he bent over to remove his socks his tan, flat belly and taut buttocks gleaming like marble. His legs were sinewy, lightly flecked with hair, his chest broad and darkly tanned. The bulge in his underwear was unmistakable.
Her eyes were fixed on that bulge as he pulled down his underwear. His prick popped clear, fully erect, long and hard, arched over his belly up to his navel. Blood pounded through the wide, spongy cap, his balls were large and taut underneath, tucked into a hairy sac. His rod sprang up and down as he started toward the bed.
When he reached it, he stopped and looked down at Julie. She settled back, her chest rising and falling slowly, her tits still quivering, her nipples swollen, her milky thighs spread slightly. She smiled, her small, white feet curled up against the blankets piled at the end of the bed. Through the pinkish light Nick could see her black bush twinkling.
He knelt down on the bed and lifted her into his arms. The first contact of their naked bodies left them both breathless.
"You're gorgeous too," Julie whispered.
"God, I'm so hard it hurts," he replied. "Feel it."
She reached down and squeezed his manhood.
"Mmmm, you are hard."
"I've been hard since the minute we stepped into the apartment."
"I want to feel that hardness inside me," she said, stroking the back of his neck.
She lay back, he stretched out beside her, pressing his thighs against hers, his chest crushing her tits, his lips pressing against hers, his hands stroking her arms. Her heart was beating so loudly she was sure he could hear it.
His breath too was quickening as they kissed, his hard, warm lips brushing against her soft, wet lips. Her tongue edged out, he sucked it into his mouth and then swirled his tongue around it. She let her hand drop to his crotch and felt the firmness of his cock again.
"I want to take you in my mouth, darling."
"Oh, Julie," he sighed.
She pushed him back on the bed. His body sprawled on the cool sheets, gleaming in the faint light. She rose to her knees and ran her hands over his chest and belly.
His long, fat cock pulsed with life as she gripped it. Slowly she lowered her head and caressed his navel, then moved her lips slowly toward his crotch. As her lips neared his tool, she reached for it with her hand again and lifted it upright, then gazed in admiration at the throbbing implement.
The pearly crown was dark and hot, pulsating with lust. Her white fingers closed around the base and loosely jerked on the outer flesh. Nick sighed in rapture when she slid a finger along the shaft and nudged it into his pisshole.
Julie clasped the entire rod in her palm now and quickened her strokes. His hardness was incredible, his heat unbelievable. The shaft was dry as her hand brushed against the swollen, reddened rim of his cockhead.
She looked in his face. His eyes were slightly open, his lips parted, his breath quick. She knew he was waiting for that first caress of her lips. She wasn't going to let him wait very long.