Extremes of passion - part one -

I step to the side of the dancefloor as the music changes. The once pulsing trance resounding from the speakers mellows to a sexy, slow love song. Nicola and Martyn, my dearest friends, take each other in their arms, and being to sway, to move, her head resting sweetly on his shoulder. I smile. I'm so happy for them.
Nicola and I had been friends for years, we'd met at a club, funnily enough, over a spilt drink. I'd been out with an old boyfriend and had laughed so hard at a joke my arms had instictivly flung outwards knocking the vodka and coke from the bar. I'd apologised perfusely, and ended up spending the night chatting with the owner, Nicola. When my relationship had ended with this man, Nicola was the one to pull me from my sadness.
Martyn I had met sometime later, at karaoke. He and some friends had, very drunkenly, sung a version of Queen's 'Bohemien Rhapsody', and I had spent the rest of the evening laughing with him about it. I had been the one to get the two friends together. Now they are engaged to be married and so deeply in love. It is so touching.
The music plays on. All around me people are moving as one, safely held in the arms of their lovers. Not me. I stand alone, watching.
That's when I see him.
Across the floor between the mass of couples, stands the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Short blonde hair, sweet smiling mouth, stunningly hypnotic eyes. His black shirt fitted perfectly around his chest and arms, reveals a toned, athletic figure. I look back to his face. Is he? yes. He's looking straight back at me. his lips part slightly and a sweet smile curls across his mouth. Oh my. He's walking over to me. Slowly, each step in time to the music, he approaches. The couples dancing between us seem to part like the red sea. And here he is.
He reaches out a hand, and takes mine. With a gentle tug he pulls me towards the dancefloor. We're stood in the middle of the floor, and he pulls me in close. I can feel the warmth of his body surrounding me, as his arms close around my body. He is gazing down at me, staring deeply into my eyes. I am amazed, speechless. His eyes burning deep into mine, almost as if he is reading my soul. I can hardly breathe. We sway together.
I'm in a state of shock. I can't believe what is happening, a creature of such stunning beauty holding me. Holding me, like a lover holds his love. His hand moves from my hip, and he puts it to my chin, turning my head slightly and smiling. Softly, slowly he lowers his face towards me and our lips meet. A sweet, tender kiss, before we gaze into eachothers eyes again, and press our lips together. our mouths move in time to the music, and still we sway. lips caressing lip. I am lost. His breathe sweely alcoholic, his lips soft and wet, his tongue snakes its way against mine. The dancefloor seems to have melted away, noone else is there. Just this angel and me.
The song comes to end, and the kiss subsides. He takes my hand, and leads me from the floor to the bar.
I cannot speak. My tonuge seems to have lost all capabilities. I think my mouth may still be opened slightly from the kiss. He smiles.
Joshua, the barman, grins inanely at me, and pours two drinks, for which my angel pays.
'I see you've met Richie' he beams.
Richie looks at me, then at Joshua.
'where have you been hiding her?' he giggles.

Time has passed. Richie and I have met several times now, and everytime I end up speechles and my heart pounding. Tonight we are going to his house. I'm terrified, but deliriously happy. I know very well that our relationship will advance tonight. I've been dying to see his body. to run my hungry fingertips across his skin. Hand in hand we are walking towards the house. he lets go of my hand to unlock the door. Noone is home. leading me to his lounge Richie covers my eyes, rendering me completely in his care, only to release me to see the warm glow of candles, softly lighting a table for two. On the table is a delicious meal, freshly served, and a bowl of rose petals. a note beside it reads 'Rich, treat your princess good tonight, Tony'.
We sit and eat. I can't take my eyes of him. He looks so sweet, dressed in the tight black shirt i love so much, and bright, new jeans. I feel so underdressed in my little red vest top and tatty jeans, it's like i should be wearing a ballgown!
As we finish the last mouthfuls of food and sip at the last of the champagne, which has been flowing genouresly, he kisses me cheek and sweeps my hair from my face.
'I'm dying to hold you', he tells me.
He takes my hand and leads me away from the table, and up the stairs. He opens the door to his room. His bed looks freshly made, and is dressed with stunning satin sheets. We sit down on the bed.
Once again our eyes meet. I love it when this happens, he is so hypnotic. pulling me close our lips lock. Something is different, I feel a yearning, a wanting. Passion sparks from our bodies. Our hands wander across eachother's clothing.
Richie pushes my jacket from my shoulders and begins to kiss and nuzzle my neck. I moan subconciously. I love having my neck kissed. He pulls away and looks at me deeply, oozing sexuality. A side I have longed to see from him since we first met. He begins to unbutton his shirt and lets in drop from his body. I was right. His milky skin's a dream, his chest and arms toned. I lift my top over my head and unclasp my bra, freeing my breasts. He leans in and pushes me gently backwards onto the bed. He lies on top of me, our bodies writhing together, our tongues tango and passion deepens.
With great care Richie begins to move down from my face, kissing and running his tongue down my neck, across my shoulders and down to my breasts. His lips catch hold of my nipple, sucking it gently, kissing the flesh around. My hands move across his shoulders and down his back. His skin is so smooth, so soft. He kisses my stomach, his lips caressing every inch of skin. His hands find the clasp of my jeans. I lift my hips slightly so he can slide them down my thighs, and off. My sweet pink french knickers go with them. Now I lie on his bed, completely naked. my breath heavy in my chest. he sits back for a minute, admiring my body, before he leans closely into my thighs and runs his tongue up along them, towards my pussy. I tremble at his touch, I can feel myself becoming aroused, getting wetter. Suddenly his tongue finds my clit, and I gasp out loud. he sucks softly and laps away hungrily at my steadily flowing juices. I look down and see the buldge in his jeans. I am dying to release it. To look upon his manhood, and to allow him to enter deep into me. I sit slighty and snake my hands underneath him, stroking the soft skin of his chest, his stomach, and release his jeans. He pushes them down, and stands before me, naked in delicious sin. I gasp. He is stunning, his cock standing proud and strong, its smooth head seemingly pointing towards my waiting pussy.
Richie carefully climbs onto me again, and i wrap my legs around his hips. Our lips meet, I can taste myself on his tongue. We are writhing, squirming, longing to be connected at last. Richie leans up slightly and, gazing deep into my eyes, a look of wanting across his face, He moves upwards. I moan incoheriently as his deliciously long penis slides easily inside me, like a knife through hot butter.
We gyrate our hips togther, our breathing heavy, both gasping with the exquisite sensations. my hands slide across his back, over his buttocks, His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. Locked together, we move as one. I can't speak, I can hardly breath. My body trembles at his touch.
I can feel that familiar sensation building deep within my womb. My orgasm builds and builds, before shooting from my toes up to my head, making me squeal. It lasts for what seems like ages, the walls of my pussy contracting, squeezing his penis, which in turn brings him steadily to his own increaible orgasm.
We lie together, still entiwned, and fall into a satisfied sleep.