Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Mid-Week Matinee: Nine West -Cydell, Black

Ciao a tutti!

It's been a week since your last Mid-Day-Mid-Week-Matinee...I hope this gets you through the remainder of the week!

The following story is not for the faint of heart and is NOT intended for those under the age of 18! Consider yourself forewarned!

Shower Me With Kisses

Francesca woke to find Fabio already gone to work; on his pillow, she found a rose and in his place, she found a considerable sized box tied with ribbon and a note.  As she sat up in bed, Francesca lifted the crimson bloom to her nose and inhaled.  Her thoughts instantly turned to the night before and of Fabio’s incredibly gifted lips and his equally talented tongue.  She smiled then carefully laid the rose across her lap and reached next for the note:

Good Morning, My Flower –Last night was only the beginning of your sensation-filled weekend.  This afternoon, I want to shower you with kisses, but first, you must come to me!  Wear only what is in the box and meet me at the following address by 4 o’clock this afternoon…if you are late, you’ll be left out in the cold!  Baci!*

Francesca scrambled to open the box and found inside two things: a black strapless dress and a pair of black slide wedges.

*        *       *      

Francesca set out an hour before her appointed time and headed south from Catania to the province of Siracusa.  The late October afternoon was unseasonably hot, and Francesca enjoyed the breeze through her hair and sun against her skin as she drove in her convertible.  The air was reminiscent of the summer when she first met Fabio; she longed to walk the sandy coastline of the island’s southern shore.

At three-forty-five, Francesca pulled into a long winding gravel driveway lined on both sides by trees.  Driving carefully, it took her nearly 10 minutes to reach the cream colored early-20th century villa.  She parked the car and closed the roof, then exited.  The warmth of the day was starting to recede as the sun began it’s descent in the western sky.  In the strapless dress a chill fell upon her shoulders.  It was three-fifty-nine.

Francesca approached the house and paused to double-check the address; she continued to the front door, taking in the impressive architecture of the palazzo and how it was well maintained.  Francesca attempted to knock, but the door was ajar.  She slowly pushed the door open and entered. Before her stood a round marble table with a vase of what must have been two dozen roses, at least.  She walked to the table which sat in the center of the enormous foyer, and leaned over to smell them.

Francesca stood, and as she did, a hand slide around the left side of her waist and another hand covered her eyes from the right; startled, she froze.

“You made it.”  Fabio whispered in her ear then kissed her neck repeatedly.  Francesca moaned in delight; although they had been together for a month, he knew exactly how to make her wet.

“Shower me with kisses?”  She asked coyly.

“Yes, but not here.”  He stopped the kisses, but still covered her eyes. “I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed.”

“I don’t understand.” Francesca wondered what he was up to and why her eyes must remain closed.

“Trust me, Gioia.§

“Okay.” She agreed, and Fabio removed his hand from over her eyes.  He placed a silky fabric across her eyes and tied it softly behind her head –a blindfold.  She thought to herself, ‘What doesn’t he want me to see?’  A breeze entered the room; it was warm with a cool undertone of the season, and Francesca shivered.

“Let’s go.  It’s starting to cool off.”  Fabio took Francesca by the hand, looping it under his elbow then resting the palm on his forearm.

“Where are we going?”  She asked eagerly.

“It’s a surprise!  Andiamo!°

The pair walked through the house and exited what she assumed to be the back door.  Down a few stairs, then along some stones; before long they we walking in the grass –she could feel the soft blades across her legs and toes.

“We’re in the orange grove.”  Francesca could smell the fragrant blooms of the mandarin trees.

“Brava!”  Fabio applauded.  He raised the back of her hand to his lips and kissed it.  They walked for several minutes and then stopped.  “We’re here.”

Francesca turned her head as though to look about but she couldn’t determine exactly where here was.  Fabio uncoupled her hand and placed it gently at her side.  She heard him move away and then some rustling, before he returned.

“What are you up to?” She giggled as he stroked her hair.

“Shhhh,” He whispered kissing her shoulder. “This evening is all about sensations.  And I want you to experience this evening with your senses…you can communicate with me through touch, but until I say so, no words!” 

‘No words?’ Francesca pondered and nodded in agreement. 

Fabio stepped back, and Francesca waited anxiously for what she was supposed to feel.  It began with his hands; first along her hips then down to her back, over the curvature of her buttocks, “Naughty, girl…you’re not wearing any panties.”  Fabio continued to run his hands over the smoothness of her thinly veiled frame; forward over her abdomen and up across her breasts.    He paused, “Or a bra!”  And with that exclamation, Fabio forcefully dragged down the top of her dress, causing her breasts to bounce in response as they became fully exposed.  Francesca, a little startled, shifted.  “No, no…don’t move.”  Fabio pulled her closer, wrapping both arms around her shoulders.  When she calmed down he resumed, lowering his hands over her breasts and to her waist, where her dress now rested.

Fabio continued to pull the fabric down over her hips and thighs, allowing it to fall to her feet.  Francesca could feel him crouch behind her; his hand lifted her right foot then the left removing the garment.  She stood in only the heels with the evening sky covering her. Goosebumps rose across her arms, legs, and nipples.

Francesca heard another rustling sound and turned her head in that direction. ‘Fabio?’  She couldn’t sense his presence close by.  The rustling stopped, and she desperately wanted to speak.

“Ummm?”  Fabio grabbed Francesca from behind pressing his naked flesh up against her back, and his erect penis nestled firmly in the warmth between her cheeks.  “Did you miss me?”  Francesca responded by reaching her hand back and touching his abdomen.  She slid her hand downward to his rod and she touched the head with the tips of her fingers causing some fluid to release; Francesca played with it between her fingers then spread it over the head in a circular motion. Fabio grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her hand away. “There’ll be time for that.”  He leaned over her shoulder and kissed her cheek.  “Right now, I want you to slip your right foot out of your shoe, and then take a step forward.”

‘Step forward?’   She thought to herself.  Francesca obeyed his request and removed her foot from the shoe and raised her leg and stepped.  She placed her foot down on tile; cold and smooth.

“Now the other,” He instructed.  And again she repeated her action.   With both feet on the tile, she felt Fabio step behind her.  Fabio reached both of his arms under hers, causing Francesca to stumble a bit.  She reached her hands out in front to brace herself, and Fabio stopped her.  “I don’t want you to ruin the surprise.”  Fabio held her upper body firmly with one of his arms.  “If you need to, hold onto me.”  Fabio loosened his grip when she got her standing and Francesca reached her arms behind her and held onto his waist.

“I want you to listen to me carefully.”  She raised her chin towards Fabio.  He spoke into her ear.  “With what happens next, I don’t want you to move…I just want your body to feel, okay? She nodded. “Are you ready?”  She nodded again.

Francesca felt a continuous splash of warm water rush over her shoulders and breasts then down the rest of her body. An outdoor shower!  She stretched her head back let the water bathe her neck and stream down her skin.  An advantageous position to Fabio, he leaned his head to Francesca, covering her entire mouth with his.  His tongue slipped past her lips and deeply into her mouth, as it had with her other set of lips the night before.

***Curious as to how the Shower ends?  You can find out here at What's Her Fantasy?***

* Kisses!
§ Honey
° Let’s go!

Day 154: Wednesday April 11th 2012
Designer: Nine West
Name: Cydell
Color: Black
Style: T-Strap Wedge Sandal
Heel: 3.75 inches, (9.53 cm), Platform: 1 inch (2.54 cm)
Material: Leather Upper with woven vamp and paisley print wedge

Dress by Charlotte Russe

Beautiful in any color; click here to see these beauties in Red!

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