Ending The Drought

It was a rainy night and Kitty stood in front of the glass patio doors wishing she was out playing in the rain with her man. It had been months now, 8 months and he still has no time. Barely any kissing, no petting, no touching, no sucking and no sex. Kitty was horny but surprised she has stood up to the challenge. And pissed because he spent more time on the road then he did on her. Sighing she, left the doors and went over to tend to the dinner she's preparing for them.

"Eight o' clock, already." She thought as she poured the homemade tomato sauce over the chicken.

His favorite meal had been anything Italian and she was a Italian food junkie. One thing they had in common. Kitty pulled her good flatware from the cabinet. She knew tonight was special because this would be the first time they have seen one another in months, today it was Valentines Day. Earlier that week he had asked her to tell him what would make her happy on this day. What did she really want? When he asked the question, she wanted to say, "a good hard fuck." But she refrained and settled for a snappy, "Spending it with you." She wanted to kick herself and him.

"Eight-thirty. Time for a shower." Kitty thought as she slid the chicken parmesan into the oven.

Stepping into the shower she had a wild dream when she closed her eyes. She pretended the water was his hands caressing him skin all over. It was him making her hot inside and not the wine she had been sipping. "What am I doing?" She asked herself. She knew she wouldn't be satisfied with this imaginary sexual experience. She knew because she had been doing it for 6 months and still had an insatiable hankering for a taste of his ambrosia. The first two months she could handle but it was the warm oil massage, during their excursion to Aruba, that officially pushed her from the edge .

Leaving the shower she covered herself with body spray that smelled of pears. Air drying she walked around lighting scented candles. After she dressed in a blue, stretch material jean- skirt, a red mid-drift shirt and a pair of red platform sandals. The shirt had a kiss on it. She took the Moet from the frige and sank it into an ice pale.

"Nine o'clock." She thought.

The doorbell rang as she pulled the chicken out of the oven. Kitty poured the noodles into the colander, from there to the pan. She stirred the tomato sauce that was simmering on the back eye and put in the bread in the oven to warm up. She opened the door and there stood her man. He was dressed in a navy knitted sweater and blue jeans. From behind his back he pulled a bouquet of Tiger Lilies, he knew they were her favorite. He took her into his arms and his scent surrounded her. He kissed her softly on the cheek and squeezed her tightly once more, before letting her go. Kitty, took the flowers and invited him in.Off into the living room he went, while she finished dinner.

Kitty's suitor walked into the living room and rocked back into the plush pillows of the sofa. His mind danced in the sweet smell of the pear scented candles lit about the house. Kitty popped in and out, setting the table, bringing in the Champaign, the food and finally bringing in the lilies for the center piece. He watched her as she moved and maneuvered the things. He watched her calves tighten as she reached across the table while setting it. The sway of her ass as she sashayed back and forth. Her almond shaped eyes, her smile and her hair that she had tied into a knot. The more he watched her move, the more he wanted to see.

"Mum, the food smells delicious." He complimented.

"Thanks," She replied. "lets eat."

They ate through chatter and laughter. Several points of interesting conversation. After dinner he popped, the cork on the Champaign and they retired to the living room. Toasting to the future they both sipped from their cups slowly. Kitty was engulfed in his eyes.

"You have beautiful eyes." He said equally intrigued. "And beautiful lips."

He continued to look and before he knew it he had placed his lips on her lips and they were entangled in a full blown, tongue swirling, lip nibbling kiss. It was going great. Kitty pressed her body future up against his and she could feel him relax against her. His hand palmed her thigh, moving up and around it. She was trembling and when he grabbed her breast she felt as if she had been elevated to heaven. Awkward on the sofa, they slowly rolled onto the floor. He smoothly slid in between Kitty's legs and she was poked with a little surprise. Well it really wasn't little. When he felt himself pressing firmly against her warm center, he stopped. He stared into Kitty’s beautiful chocolate colored eyes.

He seized her mouth. The kiss was tantalizing and led Kitty to believe he was going to give it to her and she was going to take it all. Her lover proceeded to rub and caress her body and she his. Reaching down he rubbed his hands up her and continued up her skirt. Kitty was shocked but no way in hell was she going to refuse him. Gliding his hands up her thighs and around to palm her bare back side. Thongs oft times peeked his interest so he didn't complain either. He squeezed each cheek tightly then commended her to,

"Stand Up. Sit on the sofa."

Engrossed in the arousal of his demanding tone Kitty stood up and sat on the sofa. Then as if some kind of sexual ritual he stripped for her. With every piece of clothing he removed, she became a little wetter. Dancing slowly and flinging his clothing around the room. He had no qualms about standing in front of her naked. His instrument defying the laws of gravity and lust lived on his face. Reaching for Kitty's hand he pulled her up to her feet. Roughly pulling her into his arms, he held her tightly, both arms around her.

"Your turn." He whispered, turning her slowly to face the chair. He backed up and told her, "Show me."

Kitty undressed slowly as he walked around her, taunting her. Sad to say she didn't have on many clothes. She tried to touch him several times but he told her she couldn't. When she got down to her skirt he disappeared behind her. "Don\urn urn around." He said.As she removed her panties she was rushed from behind. Pushing her up against the sofa he placed a trail of kisses up and down the center of her back. Her body roared with acceptance. Bending her over he entered her slowly. Moaning as if he had been fulfilled just by feeling of the inside of her, he began his slow and brutal assault on her senses. He was long and hard and just what Kitty needed. Before long they had made the living room their sexual playground. From the sofa the the floor, to the chair. But he wanted to see those strong calves a work so he put her on a top him and let her take him for a spin. Kitty had taken him into her den and made him her love slave. gripping him tightly between her thighs she moved up and down his shaft. Absobing every part of him. Dancing the fine line between extreme pleasure and orgasm. Kitty uttered his name helplessly,

"Oooh Vin."