A Little Adventure-Part 1

A Little Adventure-Part 1I think that we're always a bit nervous to meet someone for the first time, to see how we respond to them and them to us. Whether there will be a certain spark. Whether we feel that there will be something there beyond the ordinary. Perhaps something that touches the inner core? Someone who sees us for who we are and who we long to be. Someone who just knows us, our desires and how to make us respond. Is the person who thinks they are leading ever truly leading at all or being steered? This is one of life's delightful mysteries.Her writing had piqued my interest. That it did made her curious. Could I turn a phrase in a way that touched her being?We arranged to meet, to explore our mutual curiosity more fully.We arranged to wear matching clothes.I was wearing a white Oxford shirt and black slacks. She had a white blouse, black skirt, hose and heels.The colours matched us well.My grey hair blended with the colours. 5'9", 170 pounds, looking like a banker, although one who had a most surprising naughty side.Her red and black hair contrasted nicely with her outfit. The blouse was tight against her breasts, and the dress showcased her hips and ass nicely. The clothes offered a lovely contrast with her skin as well.I smiled to myself, wondering if she was wearing stockings or pantyhose. Truth be known, I loved them both. The feel as my hand moved slowly along an inner thigh, looking for a response. A change in breathing, a slight tremble, a shift in the position of the hips, sliding toward me perhaps. Or the slight spreading of thighs, a signal to continue the journey.How much I loved the feel of nylon against my skin. My mouth kissing and licking, teasing as it reached the soft skin at the top of a stocking or exploring her through pantyhose, hoping there were no panties. And the feel against my face or over my shoulders....We smiled at each other nervously, each still wondering. Did the other want more?She smiled at me, just a bit nervously and took my hand, leading me to the stairs. I smiled to myself, as I checked out her shapely legs and ass as we climbed the stairs.She turned and faced me at the top, biting her lip. "You might want to undo a button," I said, winking at her, "or two, perhaps three."She smiled a naughty smile, and undid two buttons with shaking hands."May I do the third?," I asked, but without a pause, as my hands moved toward her blouse. She did nothing to stop me, and her chest was heaving a bit with shorter breaths.Such nice full breasts. I wondered how big her nipples would get when she was aroused. And I do so love brown nipples. I could hardly wait to explore them."Close your eyes." The tone was too gentle to be a demand, more of a hopeful direction, actually. Nervously, she did what she was told, knowing that I was walking around her, checking her out, my hand always on her stomach or the small of her back. Her breathing was becoming increasingly shallow now, as I stood behind her. "Very nice," I said, as my hand dropped lower to her ample ass.Moving it slowly over her right ass cheek. Leaning in now, close enough for her to feel my warm breath on her neck. Tilting her head to the left as I moved my mouth closer to her ear. "I want you," I said, as my left hand reached in front of her and began to massage her left breast through the blouse. I smiled as I felt nipple harden to my touch, while my mouth nibbled on her earlobe."You're wondering if I'm hard now, aren't you? Standing so close to you like this?""So," I whispered slowly and softly, "tell me, does this excite you? Does it make you wet?"