What You Do to Me - Sex Stories

What You Do to Me

... happen. What I wanted to do was fill her with a sense of wonder, joy, exhilaration and ecstasy so that she would be completely happy and wonderfully fulfilled; a complete woman with a knowledge of her full potential. What she had told me, in essence, was that I would never be hers. What she didn’t realize was that I already was. ++++ When Cheryl appeared on Wednesday I almost didn’t recognize her. She looked stunning in a simple black dress that showed her soft shoulders and her arms. It was short enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs just above her knees, but long enough to be tastefully modest. What caused me to nearly miss knowing her were the large, dark sunglasses that obscured her eyes. But the way she approached me, intentionally and directly made it clear that she knew me and was headed in my direction. “You are spectacular,” I admitted. “You look absolutely gorgeous.” She lifted her face and tilted toward me, awaiting a greeting kiss. Inwardly I grinned at how quickly and easily we had transitioned to this point, with kisses being offered and expected rather than unique and illicit. I kissed her tenderly and quickly, simply lips on lips with a gentle suction. “You look nice,” she said, noting my khaki slacks, white Polo shirt and summer-weight sports coat. Her voice, much to my astonishment, was neither timid nor nervous, but direct and assured. “Where are you taking me?” “To our park first,” I stated. “I want to tell you something.” “You could tell me ...

... here,” Cheryl asserted. “In our park,” I insisted, wrapping her arm under mine and leading her toward the gateway. Once we’d arrived I released her arm and turned to face her. “I got your email,” I said. “What email?” she asked teasingly. “There was no email.” “Oh, right,” I chuckled. “Sent and erased.” “Um-hmm,” she assented. “Walk a bit with me,” I suggested. She stood on my left and I intertwined my ring and pinkie finger with the same digits on her right hand as we eased into a slow stroll. “What was it you wanted to tell me?” she asked, her voice soft. “Just this,” I began. “I understand I can never possess you. But, that doesn’t matter. I’ve never wanted to possess you. All I’ve ever wanted was to simply adore you, and for you to know that. I want us to be the best kind of friends; those who recognize the value of one another, who treasure each other, and who have the best interests of the other always foremost in mind.” Cheryl nodded. “I appreciate that. And I do treasure the relationship we have.” “I just want you to know that whatever happens today; if we make love, and I hope we do, that my intention is to give of myself to you. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take anything from you. I want to give you joy, love, exhilaration, happiness and a sense of being desired. I don’t want to take anything that you don’t want to give. The most important thing is that I want to preserve the wonderful relationship that we have.” We strolled for a few moments in silence. ...