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  "Shall we try this place? It looks quiet enough and I am not much in the mood for a crowd right now,” Lance asked.

  "This looks perfect to me."

  A young man in a crisp white shirt and black dress pants showed them to a small round table in the corner as soon as they stepped through the door.

  When he started to hold Josie's chair for her, Lance took over and told him, “Sorry, but that pleasure is all mine."

  The waiter simply nodded his head and moved aside.

  Josie smiled demurely at Lance and took the proffered seat.

  He leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck, sending ripples of delight down her spine, before taking the seat across from her he ordered two glasses of fine wine and then held her trembling hand across the table.

  "Are you okay?” He asked with great concern. “You're shaking."

  "I'm fine.” Josie tried to assure him, even though her voice trembled slightly “This is all just so surreal, I can't believe we're really here."

  "Well, we are my sweet. It's all very real. No more fantasizing about how it would feel to hold you. No more wondering how it would feel to hold your hand across a table and rub my thumb gently across your palm. Now I have the memory of it all."

  Josie took a deep breath to try to calm herself, smiled into Lance's eyes, “Thank-you for just being you. Don't worry, I really am glad we are here."

  When their meal arrived, Josie realized how hungry she was. She hadn't been able to eat anything all day, she had been too nervous.

  Her salad was marvellous with every kind of green imaginable, pieces of grilled chicken breast, mandarin orange slices, and tomato—exactly what she needed right now.

  They sat and ate leisurely, talking softly about what they would do the next day. “I'd like to go out on that boat tour to the bottom of the falls. Have you ever done that?” Lance asked her softly.

  "No I've never been brave enough,” she confessed, rather embarrassed. “But I always thought that it looked like fun."

  "Right then, that's one of the things we will do. I have also heard that there is a butterfly conservatory around here somewhere. I thought that would be nice too."

  Their talk carried on like this, making plans and sharing thoughts about some of the more outlandish tourist traps.

  Then, when Lance was half way through his steak dinner, he felt a strange pressure against his groin.

  Josie had slipped her foot out of her sandal and was massaging him with her naked toes.

  He quickly looked up to see her doing her best to look innocent, but the gleam in her eye gave her away.

  She was definitely enjoying getting him aroused in such a public place.

  Lance decided that the best thing to do was just go with it. He pushed in closer to the table, making sure the cloth was covering her foot, slid slightly forward on the seat and opened his legs a little wider.

  He leaned back in his seat and picked up his glass of wine, hoping that he looked as though he was simply relaxing and enjoying the wine.

  Her foot continued its gentle motions against his ever-increasing hardness. He had to reach down at one point to adjust his pants. The folds were cutting into him uncomfortably.

  As soon as he was ‘straightened out', Josie was able to run her toes along his length.

  A soft moan escaped his lips into his wine glass.

  There was only one other occupied table in the place. The couple seated at it were thankfully too preoccupied with their own conversation to be bothered with the activity in the corner.

  Lance pushed against the slender foot at his crotch, urging Josie on with a smouldering look. He reached down to press her foot harder into him. The glass of wine stood forgotten on the table, as was his half uneaten meal.

  He could not believe he was sitting here grinding against the foot of this lovely lady.

  Somehow, Josie continued eating, slowly bringing the fork to her lips. As she opened her mouth, her tongue darted out to receive the food, turning him on even more as he watched her.

  Wondering where her other hand was, Lance imagined that it was in her lap, crushing her skirt into a tightly twisted ball as she fought against the same emotions he was dealing with.

  He could have easily thrown her across the table and ravished her yet again. He'd never felt anything like this before, and was having a hard time working out how to deal with all of the sensations running rampant.

  When the waiter appeared beside him to ask if everything was all right with his meal, Lance jumped slightly, as he hadn't realized he was there.

  He had been so totally absorbed in the shenanigans going on under the table, as well as in his imagination, he'd thoroughly forgotten about the restaurant.

  With her foot still firmly in place, Josie smiled sweetly at the waiter, “Everything is wonderful, thank-you."

  "Yes, it certainly is. I think we're ready for the cheque though.” Lance told him, winking across the space separating him and Josie.

  With a pout, she removed her toes from their warm surroundings and put her sandal back on.

  As she finished the last few pieces of her salad, Lance watched her in amazement. She had just brought him very close to the edge of ecstasy without even touching his skin. There she sat, calmly swallowing tiny pieces of lettuce and chicken.

  He intimately knew the journey the food was on and suddenly wished he were a part of her salad.

  Without realizing that he was watching her, she was completely relaxed. Her pink tongue traced across her lips to cleanse them of the vinaigrette dressing the same way it had cleansed them of his seed earlier.

  Seeming to realize that he was watching her, she looked up at him, blushing.

  "You have no idea what you do to me, have you?’ he asked her.

  As she lifted the crystal wine glass to her lips she looked at him over the rim, “I happen to know exactly what I do to you. I'm looking forward to doing more."

  "I think it's time for us to go!"

  Chapter Five

  After paying the bill, they slowly made their way back to the hotel, with their arms around each other, their steps matched perfectly. They stopped occasionally to look in some of the shops along the way. Most of them were souvenir places, where they picked up some brochures of the attractions.

  "References for tomorrow.” Lance told her as he tucked another one into his jacket pocket.

  When they returned to their room, Lance watched Josie's expression when she spotted the surprise he had arranged for her.

  On the table by the sofa, there was a single white rose in a bud vase. Beside the vase stood a bottle of wine and a white candle.

  It was a scene from one of their Internet conversations from a while back. She had asked him what he would do if he ever found these three things on his desk when he came in to his office.

  He, of course, had replied that he would look under the desk with the hope that she would be there.

  Josie giggled at the memory, turned to press her cheek onto his chest, “All we need now is the desk".

  "We'll just have to compromise".

  "I'm sure we can handle that."

  His lips met hers with the intensity of built up passion, as though they had been waiting years to feel the touch of each other, instead of just a few minutes.

  Lance's groin was still in turmoil from the restaurant, he could feel his craving for her growing yet again. He had a promise to fulfill though, before he could languish in the touch of her skin.

  "Wait right here, don't move."

  He felt Josie watching him as he lit the candle on the side table, as well as the ones on the mantle over the fireplace, turning off the lights, he walked over to the stereo system in the oak cabinet.

  After checking to ensure the disc he had prepared just for this moment was in place, he pushed the button. The room instantly filled, with slow sultry music.

  Kicking off his shoes, he glided over the thick carpeting to take her in his arms and hold her as they beg
an to move as one, in time to the music.

  He still marvelled at how perfectly their bodies fit together. It was as if they were two halves of the same mould. At five feet nine inches, Josie had told him that she always felt herself to be too tall ... until now. Lance stood six foot one inch, the perfect height for her to feel safe with his arms encircling her. That simple statement, so purely given, made him feel as though he had just slain a dragon for her.

  As she tilted her chin up to welcome his kiss, he felt a shiver run through her. He was above her; protecting her; loving her and it all felt so perfect.

  Holding her close to him Lance felt that he had found his place in the world. Even if it was for just now, he could not imagine being anywhere else.

  "I haven't felt so safe or loved, in a very long time,” she whispered softly against his chest.

  His hands danced their way up and down her back, mirroring the movement of hers. Pressing her closer to him, he could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. Desperately wanting to be rid of the barrier of clothes between them, he lowered his hungry mouth to hers.

  Lance slipped his tongue into her warm inviting mouth to run it across her teeth and find her tongue.

  When their tongues met, he shuddered from the erotic thrill of the touch. As he explored the warm confines of her mouth, he rocked and moved to the slow sultry rhythm of the music. He hoped that she could feel how much it meant to him to be there with her.

  Pulling his mouth away from hers on a moan of regret, he told her, “I have never, ever felt like this before. To be here, to be allowed to taste your kisses, feel you in my arms ... it all feels like a wonderful dream come true. If someone were to tell me that I could only have your kisses, for the rest of my life ... it would be enough."

  Gently pulling his shirt out of the waist of his pants and sliding her hands inside to tenderly stroke the flesh on his back, she whispered, “Not for me it wouldn't."

  Thrilled with her eagerness, Lance pushed his hands up under her top, to feel the warmth of her naked back. He slid them down her soft skin to get hold of the bottom of her shirt and pull it up and off of her.

  She obligingly, raised her arms to allow him to remove the knitted barrier and as he was releasing it, he pulled her to him again.

  His hand went into her hair, fingers tangling in the silky tresses grasping them and pulling back gently to expose her throat to him. He kissed along her throat, feeling her heart pounding beneath his lips. He licked the smooth warm flesh, nibbling and sucking gently, not enough to leave any telling marks but enough to further ignite the smouldering flame in his arms.

  The CD now forgotten, the lovers were moving in time to their own music.

  Josie undid Lance's black silk tie, opened the front of his crisp shirt, pushed it down off his shoulders and began nuzzling his neck and shoulders. Her kisses were like fire against his skin, her breath a hot breeze.

  He undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the carpet. Both of them were now unashamedly naked from the waist up. He clung to her, holding her close as he felt her fingers digging into his shoulders, almost desperately, while they swayed gently in the glow from the candles.

  The hair on Lance's chest rubbed against her sensitive nipples, causing them to become even more erect. The feeling of the hardened nubs stabbing into him, sent fresh surges of desire racing through his groin. The feel of her warm supple body against him was so erotic, so sensual.

  "To be able to stay like this would be enough, but I'm greedy.” He murmured against her neck. “I know how much more there is waiting and I want it all."

  Lance ran his palms down her back and grasped her firm buttocks, pulling her more firmly against him.

  His arousal was almost painful, as it pressed against Josie's stomach, through their clothes.

  She ran her fingertips along his sides, causing goose bumps of excitement to spring up in their wake. He moaned softly as her hands continued down to the waist of his pants and slowly around to the front. When she undid the buckle of his belt, then the button and zipper holding his manhood captive, he shivered as his senses almost spun out of control.

  All the time, she had continued to trace kisses on his chest. As his trousers fell to join the rest of the apparel strewn about the floor, she slipped her fingers into the elastic of his briefs and pushed them towards freedom too.

  Lance stepped out of them, as he pushed his hands inside the elastic waist of her filmy black skirt. Sliding it over her hips and buttocks, letting it flutter to the floor while holding her warm, soft nakedness close to him.

  He danced with her in the candlelight, skin, caressing skin unhindered. As they moved, hands explored, everything was touched and memorized.

  Like a blind person reading Braille, he read the messages being given through her skin and knew that she was reading the exact same messages from him.

  "I wish we could just stay like this forever.” Lance whispered softly into her fragrant hair.

  "I would love that, but the world would eventually intrude.” she moaned, “But, we have right now, let that be enough."

  "It will have to be."

  He gently turned Josie so that her back was against him, slowly lifting her arms above her head. His hands began the journey of stroking her from her fingers and continuing down her arms.

  She let her hands fall back to hold the back of his neck.

  His hands carried on to her breasts, holding them, gently squeezing, rolling the nipples between his finger and thumb.

  Josie moaned and her head fell back onto his shoulder.

  He ran his hands down, caressing over her rib cage, across her stomach, hips and the top of her thighs. As one hand made it's way back up to cradle her breast, the other rubbed across her mound.

  He pushed her firmly against him, with his hand, flat against her.

  His throbbing need, pressed against her ass and she began to grind against him.

  His fingers found her soft warm opening and began massaging her clitoris in time to her movements against him.

  At the initial touch of his fingers, Josie whimpered softly, urging him on. “I can't believe how free I feel with you, how safe, how aroused. You are unbelievably amazing."

  "All we've done is dance, baby,” he whispered onto the back of her neck. “Surely you've danced before."

  "Not like this,” she moaned. “Never anything like this. I don't even get naked in front of people, and now look at me."

  "I am ... I like what I'm seeing."

  Their dancing had brought them to a spot close to the table behind the sofa.

  Lance reached down to pick something up that he hoped Josie hadn't noticed before, a small bottle.

  She turned to face him, taking his shaft in her hand and to see what he was up to.

  He kissed her and said, “Something else that I remember from our conversations."

  Then he saw the realization of what he was holding wash over her.

  It was a bottle of lavender scented oil.

  He removed the lid and drizzled a small amount onto her breasts, rubbing it tenderly over her skin. He poured more into his palm and massaged it into her abdomen.

  She took the bottle from him and started rubbing it into his skin as well.

  Soon the oil fully coated his body as it did hers, front and back. The slipperiness of her well-coated body against his was easily the most erotic thing he'd ever felt. Her hands and fingers seemed to be sliding over every inch of flesh that they could get to, arousing him to the boiling point.

  Josie took hold of the back of the sofa with both of her hands and bent over slightly. She reached back, took hold of Lance's pulsating cock, guiding it to her opening.

  He held her hips and pushed into her pussy, feeling her excitement from the vibrating in her core. He slid a hand around to rub her clit, rolling it around, pinching it and pressing against it. His fingers went further back to feel himself as he was sliding in and out of her sweetness.

  She fit him
like a glove. He loved being deep inside her, feeling her juices flowing over him.

  Raising his eyes, he saw their reflection in the glass of the balcony door.

  He saw the expression of extreme pleasure on his lover's face. Her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted, soft mewling sounds escaping from deep within her throat.

  She arched her back as he felt the first shudders of a deep g-spot orgasm begin to take her on its ride of ecstasy.

  Every muscle in her body tensed and jumped. Her legs were shaking; her fingers dug into the couch cushions. Her breathing was nothing more than gasps for air. Her pussy swelled around him, squeezing, nearly forcing him out.

  He hesitated, afraid he may hurt her.

  "Oh God, don't stop! Please, please don't stop!” she cried out. “Please baby! Go harder! Yes! Oh God, yes!"

  He held tight onto her hips, kept pumping into her and went with her for the ride. He could feel her wetness on the tops of his legs, could feel the muscles constricting around his penis as it was buried deep inside her.

  He watched as she gasped for breath and dug her fingers into the material of the sofa.

  Her whole body shook with the intensity of it.

  This was a ride very few men got to take, and Lance was elated that he had been able to make this happen for her. He'd heard about this feeling of completeness, fullness—he'd discussed it with Josie as well as buddies, but to be here experiencing it was like being on a totally new plane of reality.

  Beads of sweat broke all over him, mixing with the oil. His mind flew along on undulating waves of ecstasy that matched the pulsations of the tight cocoon wrapped around his shaft. He watched glorious fireworks explode behind his eyes and light the world, as he fought to hold his own explosion back. This was her moment, her ride of delight and he did not want to intrude into it in any way.

  As it passed, Josie collapsed against the sofa. Her breathing had started to return to normal, she twisted so that she could look back at him. “Thank-you” she whispered.

  "My pleasure, completely, believe me."

  Josie began driving onto his cock again. Her need for him was astounding.

  He held her hips still and slowly pulled out of her, sliding the bulbous head of his cock up to her asshole. He held it there, poured more oil over the two of them and slowly pushed into her.