Chapter Thirteen
Zane
When I arriveat Laura’s, she greets me at the door. She is wearing a long red silk gown. Her hair is piled up on top of her head. She looks very elegant and nice, but the look on her face says she is very good at being very naughty.
When I step into the doorway, she does not move, so I wrap my arms around her and pull her tight against me. She tilts her head back and says, “Mistletoe.”
“Ah,” I look up under the threshold, and there it is. “Our first kiss was under a mistletoe. Do you remember?” I ask her beautiful face.
“Of course, I do. It was my first kiss and unforgettable.”
I lean my head down, and she tilts hers up. When our lips meet, it is a sweet kiss in honor of our first one.
When I let her lips go, she steps out of my embrace, sliding her hand down my arm and taking hold of my hand. “Come in. Let me show you my apartment.”
The living room is decorated with a White Christmas tree trimmed with red bows and lights. Her furniture is white and she has white throw rugs covering a dark floor. The walls are a deep, dark blue. It’s not patriotic, but it makes me feel strong and proud. It is definitely not your typical female decor.
“I like it.” I muse. “I like a lot. It’s good.” I compliment her, and she smiles a beautiful heartfelt smile.
She points under the tree at a couple of gifts. “I bought something special this afternoon. I cannot wait for you to open it.”
I tilt my head and say, “I didn’t get you anything,”
She slides into my arms, grabs my groin, and teases me. “Yes, you did. You got me a new magnificent toy to play with. One that doesn’t need batteries.”
I chuckle and nod my head. “Yes, I do.”
Next, she leads me into the kitchen. There are two flutes and a bottle of Champagne with little red ribbons tied around them ready to be opened and enjoyed sitting on the bar.
She glides over to them and her robe floats around stilettoed form fitting black ankle boots. She picks up a remote and cues some soft music, then she says, “I thought we would toast to our reunion.”
“I’ll drink to that.” I follow her in.
She pushes the bottle of champagne to me, and I remove the foil, then work the cork back and forth until it pops out and shoots its wad to the ceiling where it ricochets off at a high rate of speed to God only knows where. A white mist comes out of the neck as she pushes the two flutes for me to pour the bubbly liquid into.
“I just love when a man opens a bottle of Champagne.”
Her wicked grin and her naughty eyes gives me a whole other level of understanding why women are fascinated with the drink.
When the flutes are halfway full, we each take one, raise them in the air, and she says, “Here’s to finding each other again.”
We clink the crystal together then drink. She swallows more than a little sip, more like two big gulps, so I do too.
I raise my glass, and she holds her up. “Here’s to Mistletoe.”
She giggles, the clinks, then drinks. We stare at each other enjoying the memory of us, then she sets her flute down and says, “I have some sweet goodies to go with the champagne.”
She opens the refrigerator, leans in, and pulls out a tray covered with chocolate covered strawberries and some other type of chocolate candy. Her robe has fallen off her shoulder and is exposing a black bra strap.
My cock responds. I like black lingerie.
“Sit, sir. I will serve you a few little sweet treats. You are going to need your energy.”
I sit on the barstool she indicated and watch her prepare the dessert for me. She takes a couple of each and puts them on a small dish.
While I see her actions and ask her, “What are my choices?” I am not paying any attention to the food. My cock still has not totally gone down from the parking lot erection, and the taste and feel of her tit in my mouth is haunting me.
While she works, the silk fabric caresses her breasts, teasing me. I can tell she’s wearing a black bra underneath, but I cannot see enough to tell what kind. Lace or silk? Padded or thin mesh? Push-up or no wire? It doesn’t really matter though. Her breasts are beautiful.
