The Sweetest Thing 1/2
anonymous
September 4 2009, 01:59:17 UTC
Bloody hell, she's gorgeous.
Arthur was sitting languidly in a small easy chair, sipping occasionally at a glass of wine. He was on the back porch of an old Virginia house, and was extremely comfortable. One of the pluses of visiting America in the summer was that the nights were usually pleasantly warm, and almost earthy; although they were hardly staying out in the wilderness, the sounds of crickets filled the air.
The door to the entertainment room from the patio was open, spilling soft, golden light onto the porch. There was a woman standing in the doorway. She had soft golden hair cut short and feminine, styled gently and molded to follow the lines of her face. Her bright, clear blue eyes were half-closed, long lashes pointed seductively at Arthur. She'd applied make up skilfully, her skill with light and shadow making her face look soft and notably feminine. The one splash of color was the bright red lipstick, currently modeled into a wry smile.
She was tall, and if her figure was perhaps not as curvy as it could have been, her long, gorgeous legs accentuated by sharp black stilettos, smooth and hairless, as gorgeous and toned as a leg had no right to be. She was wearing a short, strapless black dress, a pair of glasses hanging off of them carelessly. The dress had been carefully designed to accentuate her small, proud bust.
She smiled kindly at Arthur and said, in a soft Southern accent, “Dinner's ready, honey.”
Arthur smiled widely and stood, taking her in. “Oh my god. I mean oh. My. God. You're absolutely gorgeous... Alice?” He tested the name out carefully, rolling it off his tongue. Alice winked at him, grabbed his hand, and led him inside.
They ate in a small, private dining room, and as the main course was brought in Alice commented in her soft Southern accent, “The chef studied in France, you know. He's absolutely fabulous.” She sat straight yet relaxed in her ornate chair, the perfect example of a lady. Arthur couldn't look away from her. She was absolutely gorgeous. Then the main dish was set out in front of them, and Arthur looked down with distaste.
“Hamburgers?”
She laughed. “I never said the food was French.”
They made conversation as they ate, Arthur all too eager to learn about his new companion. “So... Alice... Have you been living here long?”
“Since I was born. It's a lovely old place, isn't it?” she said in a proprietorial fashion. “Virginia's one of my favorite places, you know. I've got such a... Connection with it.” She toyed with her fork and leaned in on the table, looking up at Arthur amusedly. Arthur blushed, and she laughed. “You're such a sweetie. Just look at you. I wish all my guests had your kind of table manners. Where'd you come from?”
“Oh, here and there,” said Arthur. “I'm more interested in you. It's been a while since I've met someone quite so... Charming.” He still seemed dumbstruck by the mere sight of her, taking in every inch of her gorgeous body with massive appreciation.
The waiter removed the parfait glasses- every time Alice had slipped her spoon in between those perfect lips, Arthur had been dumbstruck- and Alice smiled sweetly at him, her blue eyes never leaving his green ones. “Could I get you to come upstairs for some coffee?”
Re: The Sweetest Thing 2/2
anonymous
September 4 2009, 02:00:13 UTC
“I'd be delighted.” Arthur followed her as she led him upstairs. They stopped when Alice showed him into a small bedroom. It was... Very frilly, from the pastel pink double bed to the large, ornate mirror on one wall to the 19th century painting that hung above the dresser. Alice motioned for him to sit down on the bed, and turned toward him.
“I'll just slip into something a little more... Comfortable?”
And then Arthur couldn't take it any more. Half-rising, he slipped his hands around the small of her back and pulled her down with him, sliding her thighs around the outside of his legs so that she was sitting on him, one hand traveling down to the curve of her ass and up her short dress as he kissed her thoroughly, exploring her mouth through his own and knowing every inch of it. Alice made a very unladylike moan and pulled herself further on top of him, one hand twisting in his hair as the other one wrapped around Arthur's back.
And then, when they finished, the spell was broken. Her hair was mussed and her lipstick was smudged and her erection was pressing into Arthur's stomach and 'she' was Alfred again, even if she was Alfred in a little black dress. Alfred smiled wryly. “You liked it?”
Arthur couldn't help but laugh at the understatement. “It was one of the most beautiful performances I've ever seen. Was it fun for you?”
Alfred blushed, and for a moment he seemed like Alice again. “It was... Different. Empowering. Mostly, just seeing the way you looked at me made it really worth it.”
Arthur nodded and whispered, “I'm glad.” And then, tired of talking, Alfred cut off all further communication by pushing Arthur down onto the bed in a continuation of their kiss. It had been a while since Arthur had had to figure out a bra, but since it was a special occasion he made the effort; and his prize was the sweetest thing he'd had in a long time.
Arthur was sitting languidly in a small easy chair, sipping occasionally at a glass of wine. He was on the back porch of an old Virginia house, and was extremely comfortable. One of the pluses of visiting America in the summer was that the nights were usually pleasantly warm, and almost earthy; although they were hardly staying out in the wilderness, the sounds of crickets filled the air.
The door to the entertainment room from the patio was open, spilling soft, golden light onto the porch. There was a woman standing in the doorway. She had soft golden hair cut short and feminine, styled gently and molded to follow the lines of her face. Her bright, clear blue eyes were half-closed, long lashes pointed seductively at Arthur. She'd applied make up skilfully, her skill with light and shadow making her face look soft and notably feminine. The one splash of color was the bright red lipstick, currently modeled into a wry smile.
She was tall, and if her figure was perhaps not as curvy as it could have been, her long, gorgeous legs accentuated by sharp black stilettos, smooth and hairless, as gorgeous and toned as a leg had no right to be. She was wearing a short, strapless black dress, a pair of glasses hanging off of them carelessly. The dress had been carefully designed to accentuate her small, proud bust.
She smiled kindly at Arthur and said, in a soft Southern accent, “Dinner's ready, honey.”
Arthur smiled widely and stood, taking her in. “Oh my god. I mean oh. My. God. You're absolutely gorgeous... Alice?” He tested the name out carefully, rolling it off his tongue. Alice winked at him, grabbed his hand, and led him inside.
They ate in a small, private dining room, and as the main course was brought in Alice commented in her soft Southern accent, “The chef studied in France, you know. He's absolutely fabulous.” She sat straight yet relaxed in her ornate chair, the perfect example of a lady. Arthur couldn't look away from her. She was absolutely gorgeous. Then the main dish was set out in front of them, and Arthur looked down with distaste.
“Hamburgers?”
She laughed. “I never said the food was French.”
They made conversation as they ate, Arthur all too eager to learn about his new companion. “So... Alice... Have you been living here long?”
“Since I was born. It's a lovely old place, isn't it?” she said in a proprietorial fashion. “Virginia's one of my favorite places, you know. I've got such a... Connection with it.” She toyed with her fork and leaned in on the table, looking up at Arthur amusedly. Arthur blushed, and she laughed. “You're such a sweetie. Just look at you. I wish all my guests had your kind of table manners. Where'd you come from?”
“Oh, here and there,” said Arthur. “I'm more interested in you. It's been a while since I've met someone quite so... Charming.” He still seemed dumbstruck by the mere sight of her, taking in every inch of her gorgeous body with massive appreciation.
The waiter removed the parfait glasses- every time Alice had slipped her spoon in between those perfect lips, Arthur had been dumbstruck- and Alice smiled sweetly at him, her blue eyes never leaving his green ones. “Could I get you to come upstairs for some coffee?”
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“I'll just slip into something a little more... Comfortable?”
And then Arthur couldn't take it any more. Half-rising, he slipped his hands around the small of her back and pulled her down with him, sliding her thighs around the outside of his legs so that she was sitting on him, one hand traveling down to the curve of her ass and up her short dress as he kissed her thoroughly, exploring her mouth through his own and knowing every inch of it. Alice made a very unladylike moan and pulled herself further on top of him, one hand twisting in his hair as the other one wrapped around Arthur's back.
And then, when they finished, the spell was broken. Her hair was mussed and her lipstick was smudged and her erection was pressing into Arthur's stomach and 'she' was Alfred again, even if she was Alfred in a little black dress. Alfred smiled wryly. “You liked it?”
Arthur couldn't help but laugh at the understatement. “It was one of the most beautiful performances I've ever seen. Was it fun for you?”
Alfred blushed, and for a moment he seemed like Alice again. “It was... Different. Empowering. Mostly, just seeing the way you looked at me made it really worth it.”
Arthur nodded and whispered, “I'm glad.” And then, tired of talking, Alfred cut off all further communication by pushing Arthur down onto the bed in a continuation of their kiss. It had been a while since Arthur had had to figure out a bra, but since it was a special occasion he made the effort; and his prize was the sweetest thing he'd had in a long time.
(Hope my pathetic little fill suffices anon <3)
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Amazing job anon!
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Wow. Wow as in, wow, anon.
I don't think I can come up with anything else, though. Sorry. Just... rest assured that I loved this.
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