What You Do to Me - Sex Stories

What You Do to Me

... full of the decisions to be made about her dress, and then unexpectedly return to the challenge and anticipation of our kiss. It would be my second victory in my quest. The first was to get her to agree to meet with me. The second would be the focus on our encounters and the various details. Cheryl would be thinking about me, about us, and these thoughts would be front and center in her mind. ++++ When we met at eleven the day of our next encounter I was delighted as the vision. I’d worn a white shirt and khaki trouser with a light, summer jacket. Cheryl had dressed in a lovely white top with a frilly collar that half hid-half revealed a deep cleavage. Her dark hair shown spectacularly and, in the same manner of the collar, hid, then revealed long earrings. She wore tight jeans that clung to her figure, and a pair of marvelously dangerous black heels. “You look spectacular,” I said in admiration. “If I wasn’t in love with you before, I certainly am now.” A blush rose through her face. “Stop that!” she ordered, a lovely hand slapping my forearm. “You’re not in love. You do look quite dapper, though. I like the jacket.” I took her hand and guided it through my arm and held it there as we turned to walk. Cheryl didn’t resist. “I hope we don’t have far to go,” she told me. “Walking in these heels is a real challenge.” “Not far,” I assured her. “And, you can always hang onto me for balance.” I felt her hand tighten on my arm. We had a lovely luncheon in a shiny, bright, ...

... elegantly appointed dining room of a local hotel. Throughout, we talked lightly of the things we loved and hated, noted the things we shared; the attitudes about life, love, friends, and the future. What we had established as an hour-long lunch together stretched into a two-hour session of sharing and discovery. “Well,” I said finally, glancing at my watch to make sure we wouldn’t be late getting her back to her normal life, “This has been most entertaining.” “It’s been wonderful,” she said, stealing a glance at me from under her long eyelashes. I saw her eyes rest on my lips for a second. I knew what she was thinking. “We have a short walk to our park,” I noted. “Will you be all right?” “Yes, fine,” she replied. “I have to tell you,” I grinned. “Those heels of yours are incredibly sexy.” “Do you have some sort of foot thing?” she laughed. “Not really,” I chuckled. “I just appreciate sexy shoes.” We walked for a few minutes toward the little park. I spotted an empty bench and steered Cheryl toward it. We sat together at an angle, facing each other. “Have I told you that I find you intriguing and devastating?” I asked, trying to sound light rather than serious. “Not in those words,” she replied, her smile genuine. “At least, not today.” “And do you still think I’m dangerous?” “Now more than ever,” she said. “Only…” “Tell me.” She took a deep breath and her brilliant eyes flashed back and forth between mine. “I’m more afraid of what I might do rather than you.” “But you have complete ...