A Perfect Saturday, Part 6

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Chapter 6: Evening

The car ride back was uneventful, basically the same as the ride there, except
that I think Kelly's hand was a little further up my thigh than it was
earlier.

We got back to my room, and I allowed her to enter first.  "The first person
in is the one running the show."

She walked in and asked, "You're giving me free reign?" She said it with a
hint of mischievousness with a touch of sarcastic disbelief.  I locked the
door.

"This day has all been about you so far, and I don't see any need to change it
now."

"All right, then," she lit up a smoke and sat at the bar.  "Pour us a drink
and come sit next to me and relax.  Oh, and turn down the lighting a little."

The only lights remaining on were some track lights above the bar and over the
couch that I left on low.  I got out the bottles I had bought earlier, a
couple highball glasses, and filled them with ice.  I've definitely spent more
tonight than I've spent in a long time on a single night, between dinner,
drinks, and now the additional bottles of scotch and vodka, but I figured it
would be worth it.  It was so far.

Before I opened the vodka, she stopped me and said, "I'll have a scotch with
you; put a little water in mine, though."

As we sat there with our drinks, I was surprised to become aware that we
really weren't feeling too much of the alcohol we had that night.  I was
really surprised with Kelly, since she had been mixing all night, but she
seemed as clear and lucid as ever.  I think it was the adrenaline from the
excitement of the evening.

We finished out first drinks, and Kelly said, "Fix me another, just like that
one.  I'm going to get dessert ready."  She smiled, grabbed her cigarettes,
and headed into the bathroom.  Wow, she was just blowing my mind tonight!

She also grabbed her purse and shopping bag before she went into the bathroom.
The door was slightly ajar, and I was about to say something when I noticed
her peeking at me from the mirror through the crack.  She quickly looked away.
She knew it was open but didn't do anything about it, so I figured this was
for my benefit.  I lit a smoke and enjoyed my scotch with the scenery.  

There was just about enough of a space to see her full face in the mirror.
She had also lit up a cigarette and was dangling it as she used her hands to
dig around in her purse.  She removed a small make-up case and set it on the
sink.  She then took a drag, removed her cigarette from her mouth, and did a
large snap inhale.  I thought she was going to loose the entire ball of smoke
but she managed to pull it back.  She smiled slightly, holding the cigarette
near her head with her elbow crooked tightly next to her.  She tipped her head
one way and another, took a few more drags, and seemed to nod to herself.
Then I got it; she was studying her techniques!

She ignored me the entire time the door was open.  After her self-evaluation,
she resumed dangling the cigarette so she could freshen her make-up, touching
up her eyes and rouge, only removing the cigarette to freshen her lipstick.
She took one last drag, double pumping, before running it under water to put
it out.  I had one full look at her face as she looked up into the mirror
before slowly stepping back and closing the door completely.  

I was getting pretty worked up already as she continued to tease and flirt.  I
was about to add a little more scotch to my glass, when a CD slid out from
under the bathroom door without a word.  The case had a note on it, "Play Now"
with the words "SEX MIX" written on the disc.  I was more and more impressed.
I put it in and set the volume low.  The first song that played was one of
which I didn't know the name, but I knew it was by Sarah McLachlan.  So she
was starting things a little slow; that was okay.  It was a pretty song and
seemed to encourage sensuality.  Works for me!

I had just finished another smoke when the third song started, a familiar tune
by Poe, and as if on cue, Kelly emerged from the bathroom.  

She had turned off the light, so when the door opened she was barely visible,
with a bright red cherry dangling form her mouth.  She stepped further into
the doorway, leaning slightly against it.  She took a drag before holding it
next to her head.  "This is all for you," she exhaled.

Stunning is too small of a word, but my brain can't process another one.  She
was still wearing her black stockings, held up by black lace garters
encircling her thighs.  I never even noticed the garters during our fling in
the restaurant bathroom.  She wasn't wearing any panties, but her lingerie was
striking.  She wore a silken nightgown that barely covered her playground,
stopping well above her garters.  It was a dark silvery color, with black
spaghetti straps and black lace around the bottom edge and covering the breast
area.  The bra area was supported, making her tits stand out a little more
than usual, and it had a nice, deep plunge in the center showing a terrific
amount of cleavage.  She had removed the jewelry she was wearing earlier, but
she didn't need it to accentuate anything; she was simply a vision of
perfection.

"Wow - you're stunning!"  I was still stuck on that word.

She seemed to glide over to me, a trail of smoke as she exhaled while she
walked.  She stepped behind me, put one hand around my chest, and rested her
head on my back.  "This is my thank you," she murmured.  

Softly, I said, "You don't have any reason to thank me - I should be thanking
you for the day we shared."

"I'm thanking you for helping set me free.  I have never felt so alive as I
have today, so much full of pleasure, so comfortable with myself.  It was all
because of you."  I heard her take a drag, then felt a kiss on the back of my
neck and could see smoke drifting past my head, mixing with the smell of her
perfume.  I tipped my head back and reached behind me to run my fingers
through her hair.  I could feel her lips smile as she continued to kiss me.
"I am going to impress you like never before."

She came half around me and leaned against the bar to get to the ashtray.
Taking a drag, she exhaled, "I didn't shop just for me today; it's your turn
in the bathroom.  Don't take too long..." and kissed me softly, lingering long
enough for me to relish the exquisite taste of her scotch and cigarette.

I reluctantly went to the bathroom, where a shirt box was sitting on the sink
with a note:

"Wear me."

I opened the box.  There was a set of brown silk pajamas, full pants with a
matching short-sleeve shirt.  A new bottle of cologne was also in the box,
Pleasures for Men by Estee Lauder.  I changed quickly, put on some cologne,
and headed back into the main room.

Kelly was sitting at the bar now, very elegantly with her legs crossed, just
finishing her cigarette.  She must have bought a couple ashtrays also.  I had
only one, but there was a new one on the small coffee table and another on a
small table behind the couch.  The track lights were quite a bit dimmer, and
she had lit some candles, two on the bar, two on the coffee table, and one on
the couch table.  There was also a small black box on the coffee table, almost
invisible in the reduced lighting.

I heard a lighter and she caught my attention once again.  She was sitting
with her elbow propped on the bar, the cigarette near her head, with a look of
want and desire.  She turned her head to take a drink while I joined her.  I
lit a smoke and grabbed my own drink after sitting.  

"That looks good on you," she said as she lightly licked her lips.  She
withdrew her tongue but left her lips slight parted.  God, she was sexy!

"You have great taste."

"Let's see how good my sense of taste is..."  She took a drag, leaned over and
kissed me; once again it was gentle and full of passion.  Smoke gradually
drifted out between us as we exchanged breaths.  Her hand caressed the side of
my face, while mine tested the silkiness of her lingerie.  She stood and moved
closer, sliding her hand around my midsection and pressing her chest against
mine.  The kiss became deeper, more sensual.  She moved to my ear and kissed
around my neck, "'Pleasures' smells great on you..." she said, and paused here
and there to smell instead of taste, continuing to drag occasionally.  I had
my hand behind her, moving across her back and through her hair.

She was slowly undoing the buttons on my shirt as she moved further down my
chest.  She stood up and grinned, "I think you could taste better, though,"
and took an ice cube out of my drink.  She inhaled and moved the ice between
her lips slowly, then dragged it across my chest, cooling my nipples and
making them hard.  She licked up every drop, occasionally releasing little
wisps of smoke.  "Mmmm...  much better..."

I had finished my cigarette, put it out, and took a drink.  My head was
swimming, and not from the alcohol.  Kelly finished her smoke with a double
pump, crushed the remains in the ashtray, and grabbed my hand.  "I think we'll
be more comfortable on the couch," she said, looking sultry and in charge.

I sat down, and she sat sideways on my lap with one arm around my neck.  I
leaned back, she with me, and we began to kiss again, harder, with more desire
now.  There was a sense of urgency to her kisses, and she sighed slightly as I
began to run my hand along her legs, tracing the top of her stockings and
garters.  Her free hand finished undoing my buttons, slipped inside my shirt,
and moved around until she found my nipple and tweaked it.  I flinched a
little in surprise, and we both smiled as we continued to kiss.

I began to work my hand under her lingerie to feel her ass, when she moved off
me and went to the bar.  She came back with both of our packs of cigarettes
(she had switched to the VS 120s), and the remainder of our drinks, setting
the collection on the table.  She bent over the table, flashing her rear in
front of me, with which I promptly took the opportunity to give it a little
slap.

"Uh uh uhhh..." she sang, partly turning and waging her finger at me, but I
saw a hint of a smirk.  She resumed bending over, her nightgown lifting enough
for me to get a peek at almost all of her ass.  It took a lot of willpower to
not make a grab.  I heard a lighter flick, and she turned around and handed me
my drink and a cigarette.  "Just sit and enjoy," she exhaled.

She turned back around, lit her own cigarette, and stood up with it dangling
while she held her own drink.  She had turned her profile, and from the side
she looked amazing.  She did another snap inhale, and took a drink while she
exhaled in and around the glass.  She threw her head back as she swallowed;
the remains of her exhale swirling toward the track lighting.  

Call it coincidence or exceptional timing, The Divinyls' `I Touch Myself"
began playing and Kelly started grooving.  She dangled her cigarette, and
managed to set her drink down while dancing.  Her hips and ass swayed for me,
also working her cigarette in time to the music.  Her hands moved up and down
her body, even dipping between her legs, only leaving her body when she needed
to ash.  She turned her back to me and moved closer, eventually giving me a
lap dance.  I was a little disappointed, as I wanted to watch her face, then
realized my full-length mirror was still against the wall opposite the couch
and I could see everything.  Her eyes were closed, thoroughly enjoying herself
while I was absolutely taking pleasure in her.  She was brushing her ass on my
erection now, teasing and tickling as the silk clothes skimmed across each
other.  

The song ended as I was putting out my cigarette.  She sat down fully, her
back to my chest, and she leaned her head back next to mine.  Removing her
cigarette, she offered me a drag.  She continued to grind against me until her
cigarette was exhausted, at which point she stood up and bent over to put it
out, her ass sticking out again.  I thought the risk was worth it, so I
reached out and grabbed it this time.  With a light gasp, her head came up
slightly, but she continued to let me touch.  

Kelly finally turned around, with a fresh cigarette, and got on her knees in
front of me.  "I know you like this, but you have work to do later so don't
get too excited," she said as she freed my cock from my pants and began to
stroke and lick.  It was heavenly.  Once again, she employed her new smoking
techniques, which really turned me on.  

She was almost done with her smoke when I felt like I was going to burst.  I
pulled her head away, saying, "Turnabout is fair play."  She put her cigarette
out, and I helped her up and gave her a little push onto the couch.  She moved
onto her back, looking excited but sultry, her eyes magnificently dark and
alluring.  I wanted to mount her right there, but knew it would be over in a
flash unless I settled down a bit.

I started rubbing her legs, feeling the stockings and lace, gradually removing
each garter and stocking, teasing her to no end.  I moved my fingers under the
nightgown, encircling her belly and hips, and finally moving to her pussy.  I
spread her labia and gently rubbed her clit.  She whimpered a little and
writhed as I pushed her pleasure points.  I stopped for moment to light a
cigarette for her and for me, then moved in with my tongue.

She was in the middle of a drag as I licked her pussy and put my finger in at
the same time, and she ended up taking a much larger inhale than she had
planned.  I watched her eyes go very wide in surprise, both from the
stimulation and the excess smoke.  She removed the cigarette and exclaimed
"OH!" through a cloud of smoke.  She relaxed a bit then, but began panting a
little more.  I blew smoke into and around her pussy, letting it drift as I
licked, and she continued to smoke as her voice became louder and she moved
toward an orgasm.  My tongue was going through the alphabet for the sixth or
seventh time when she began to crescendo.  

"Oh yes - oh yes - oh yes," she exhaled, and began to shake a bit.  She took a
final double pump and exclaimed, "OH YES!  OH YES!  OH!" and collapsed into
the couch, continuing to exhale small amounts from her nose as she breathed
heavily.  "Mmmm...  that was lovely..." she signed.

I took her spent butt and put it out.  When I looked over at her she looked
very content, with a small smile and her eyes almost closed.  I wondered how
long it would take before she was ready for the main event, and it was sooner
than I thought.

"Come here..." she cooed.  I climbed on top of her and teased her with my
dick, just barely touching her clit while I was kissing her.  "Don't tease.  .
." she pleaded, "I want you now..."

I slipped into her on her command, and she sighed, "Yesss...  that's it.  .  .
god, you feel wonderful..."  

She felt unbelievable.  It was going to take a lot of concentration to not
come too soon.  She moaned as we moved; no words, just pure sounds of
satisfaction, which I tried to put out of my mind until she was closer to
coming.

I think Kelly could tell I was getting close, because she moved and pushed me
off, slipping out from under me.  "I want to do this my way, what I had in
mind," she said.  "Go refresh my drink, would you?"

I was a little intrigued by this, but figured it would give me a chance to
catch my breath and settle down a little.  As I returned to the couch, she was
already sitting with a new cigarette, and performed a large snap inhale purely
for my benefit.  "Thanks," she exhaled as she took her drink and patted a
cushion.  "Come sit here."

I sat down and she leaned against me, sipping her drink.  A new song started,
Nine Inch Nails' `Closer," and she turned her head toward my ear and whispered
in a husky smoker's voice, "Are you ready?" and without waiting for a reply,
got up, set hers and my drinks down, and straddled me.  "I've been imagining
this all day.  It got the better of me at the restaurant and I just couldn't
wait - call it a practice run - but this is the real deal and I wanted it to
be incredible."

She again dangled the cigarette, while she put her hands on my shoulders to
give her leverage to work her pussy onto my cock.  I slipped in, and she
started moving in a slow rhythmic pattern with the music.  She inhaled, closed
her eyes, and tipped her head back as she exhaled with a small sigh of
pleasure.  "That's it.  You feel so good."

The lighting created a silhouette of her, but the candle from the couch table
illuminated enough of her face that it made her look radiant.  "You are such
an incredible woman.  Mmmm..."

I finally had a chance to play with her tits properly.  She groaned in delight
as I released them from her lingerie and gave little twists to her nipples and
sucked on them.

We moved as if one.  She continued to smoke and I watched, completely
enthralled.  She was almost through her cigarette and noticed my breathing was
getting faster.  She slowed a little.

"Wait..." she whispered, "Wait..." as she finished the cigarette and leaned
over me to put it out in the ashtray behind the couch.  She stopped moving
then and spoke softly in my ear, "Do you trust me?"

"Of course," I breathed, and moved to continue.

"Wait," and she quietly asked, "If you come now, can you come again in a
little while?" 

"Only if you get me excited enough, which hasn't been a problem today," I
said, still breathing heavy.

Kelly didn't say another word, but reached around to light a new cigarette.
Once lit, she began riding me, but with much more determination.  I held off
as long as I could, and she sensed I was very close.  She offered me a drag,
which I double pumped, and as I started to come she took a double pump and let
loose herself; we both exhaled as we came.

"OHHHH!  OHHHH!"

"YES!  OH YES!  OH GOD YES!"

She collapsed into me, both of us out of breath and utterly satisfied.  After
taking a drag, she offered me one, and then exhaled, "That was so good, baby.
I love the way you feel."

"You're amazing.  I've fantasized about a day like today, never thinking it
could actually happen.  I don't know if there's anything I could think of to
change."

She then got off me and laid down, pulling me with her and using her tits as
pillows.  We stayed that way for a while; we finished her cigarette and sipped
some more scotch.  

I don't know how long it was before she spoke again...

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