The Perfect Kiss by Orghum

Perfect Kiss

 

            As Steve Williams walked across the living room of his penthouse to load the John Coltrane CD into the stereo, his excitement increased in anticipation of the arrival of his guest.  His thoughts returned to this morning and the lovely intern whom he had invited to his apartment this evening for a drink.

            He had been talking on the phone to a client at around eleven, when he heard a knock on his office door. In walked a petite young blond with adorable horn-rimmed glasses, her hair drawn back in a ponytail and a pleasant freshness about her. She wore little makeup, just a touch of pink lipstick, and her slim, graceful body was complemented by a white silk blouse tucked into a short gray skirt.

            “Mr. Williams, they asked me to deliver this to you,” she said as she handed him an envelope.

            “Thank you,” he responded, accepting the envelope. “You’re new here, aren’t you?”

            “Today’s my first day,” she explained, flashing him a dazzling smile. “My name is Sarah and I’m an intern in my last year of college.”

            He was as impressed with her self-confidence as with her beauty, and he became interested in this lovely young woman, despite being old enough to be her father. He had a weakness for young women, especially petite ones, and his wealth and power usually assured him a return of his affections.

            “You make a great first impression, Sarah,” he said, hoping that she would respond to his flirtation.

            She looked at him and teasingly bit her lower lip. “If you think I make a good impression at work, you should see me outside of work.”

            He smiled and thought that she was making this easy for him. “Why don’t you come by my apartment around seven?” he proposed, handing her his personal card.

            “I’d love to,” she replied, “but what would people in the office say?”

            “Don’t worry; this will be our little secret.”  

            “Excellent,” she responded, flashing another of her brilliant smiles. “I’ll see you tonight.”

After having poured himself a glass of Meursault, he looked at his watch and grew excited in expectation of her arrival. He looked in the mirror, noticing that his hair was almost completely gray and his physique had faded from the toned athletic build of his youth. He snapped out of his reverie at the sound of the doorbell, and taking one last glimpse into the mirror, thought to himself, “You still got it!”

He opened the door to reveal the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Her silken hair flowed down around shoulders from which hung the straps of a low-cut black cocktail dress; the elegant dress gracefully cupped her beasts, and flared out just below her hips offering a glimpse of her slim, shapely legs wrapped in sheer black stockings and ending in black stiletto heals. A single strand of pearls framed her face, and her green eyes, without glasses, gleamed with sensual promise. After soaking in these other details his eyes settled on her succulent lips which were painted the same shade as earlier.

“You take my breath away,” he almost gasped, as he grew flushed.

“Just wait till later,” she responded as she approached him, caressing his cheek with the butter-soft fingers of her gloved right hand. “I’ll really leave you breathless.”

 

Elsewhere…

John Richards approached the bar of ‘club six’ and ordered another round of drinks for himself and his friend  Two attractive women sitting at the bar started checking him out, so he smiled at them. He came here almost every Thursday but had never seen these two. One was a beautiful brunette with shoulder length hair, blue eyes and a sexy mouth, which seemed locked in a perpetual pout.  She was average height with a thin athletic build and her body language and outfit, a red vinyl halter-top along with matching vinyl shorts and go-go boots, screamed “bad girl”. Her companion, on the other hand, was taller, had red hair, sky-blue eyes and a pale complexion. She had an intriguing girl-next-door quality and was dressed simply in a pink tank top and jeans.

“Hi, I’m John.”

“I’m Nadine and this is my friend Rebecca,” said the dangerous looking brunette. “We were looking for someone to dance with. Want to join us?”

“Sure, I’d love to. Let me bring this drink to my friend and I’ll join you there.”

 

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“Have a seat on the couch and let me get you some wine.” John said, catching a glimpse of the top of her stockings as she sat down. He walked to the kitchen to pour two glasses of wine

When he returned with the wine, his guest was removing a small brush from a black compact. As he set down the glasses and joined her on the couch, he was transfixed

as she provocatively applied a coat of golden lip gloss which intensified her already sexy lips. After having checked her handiwork in the compact’s mirror, she returned the case to her purse and smiled at him.

He was so turned on by the vision of beauty before him that the only thing he managed to say was, “You look great.”

“I’m glad you like my lip gloss, I save it for special occasions,” she purred as her hand drifted to his thigh and she drew closer. “I think it’s to die for. Would you like a taste?” she whispered, her mouth within inches of his.

As he kissed her longingly her hand slid up his thigh and began to caress his growing erection. They embraced passionately, the combination of her tongue in his mouth and her hand on his groin driving him to frenzied arousal. Just as he began to fear that he might ejaculate right there, he felt a strange numbness spread through his body. He broke contact with her and looked questioningly at the beautiful young woman in front of him. He tried to speak; but unable to make a sound, he slumped helplessly against the couch.

She smiled at him with a knowing expression and said, “I warned you my lipgloss was to die for. It contains a chemical which, when combined with heightened levels of testosterone, produces a nasty toxin that causes the central nervous system to shut down.” She tenderly stroked his face, “Don’t worry the process is relatively painless and normally results in death within a few minutes.”

“I guess I can change my gloss,” she said reaching into her purse. She produced a tissue and her compact and started wiping the traces of golden color from her lips. She was re-applying her usual pink shade of lipstick when she mused aloud, “Your doorman was really checking me out in the lobby. I hate to leave witnesses, especially one that could clearly identify me. Maybe he’d like one of my special goodnight kisses.” She finished the touchup with a coat of golden gloss and stood up.

She finished her wine and placed the glass in her purse. “Thank you for the delicious wine.” She checked for a pulse and finding none, walked to the door.

 

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After giving his friend the drink and hiding the fact that he had met two girls – for he was beginning to hope for some three-way action, a fantasy that he had long held, and he did not want his friend to screw things up. He made his way through the crowd to the middle of the dance floor and looked for the girls. They were dancing together at the back of the stage in an area that was dark even for a nightclub. He joined them and danced between the two girls, facing first one then the other. They were both impressive dancers and their suggestive dancing soon had his thoughts returning to the ménage a trios scenario.

Nadine was the more provocative of the two, touching him frequently and flashing him naughty smiles, but he was more captivated by Rebecca, whose delicate gracefulness and coy glances had him focusing his attention on her. He was dancing close to her trying to engage her attention when he noticed her look over his shoulder at Nadine and blow her a kiss. Nadine started to rub her breasts against his back. She also wrapped her arms around him from the back and caressed first his chest, then his hips and finally her hands found his groin as she stroked his growing erection. Just as he thought that it could not get any better, Rebecca wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him towards her. He needed little encouragement and kissed her deeply and with desire. He could hardly contain his arousal as he realized his dreams were coming true. At that moment though, he felt a strange numbness in his arms and legs and drew back from Rebecca’s embrace. Rebecca looked at him with pity as Nadine supported him and guided him to the back wall of the club, against which he leaned, until he fell to a sitting position.

Rebecca approached him and bent down to whisper in his ear, “Sorry, darling, we could have had some fun, but a girl has to make a living.”

Sarah pulled up in a convertible to the front of the club to wait for her partners. A hulking bouncer approached her menacingly. “Lady you can’t park there.” Sarah was about to reach for her compact when Rebecca and Nadine approached the car and got in. Sarah looked at the huge man and said, “You’re lucky my friends are here. You don’t want to know what I did to the last doorman who got in my way.”

As they drove away from the club and Sarah turned to Nadine next to her. “Everything go as planned?”

“He was fun for awhile but he couldn’t keep up with us. Why is it that all the men we meet turn out to be stiffs?”