What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 & Wistful Dream)
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				Title: <strong>What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 21:47:30</strong>
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				It was a long day. And she wasn't exactly happy about it so far. In fact she was less then happy and very close to wanting to just break down here, at the office. Which was something she never indulged in. After all she was still Rivan Benigini, the one who always had a smile ready and a laugh in her voice. Yet the auburn haired female at the moment wanted nothing more then to curl up on her oversize bed and try to sleep away all the thoughts that were hounding her. Yet here she was, dutiful to the end to her work and responsibilities. She was a young art designer in a big corporation after all; granted the "new" force behind the department with her degree from one of the best art colleges in the country. However now, more then ever lately, she felt like perhaps she was selling her soul away to her work and loosing everything else as well.<br><br>Everything including Alex. Alex, oh Alex, the perfect, amazing boyfriend she had had for the last three years. Everything had been blissful, perfect between them. She had even thought he was going to pop the question last night, no, instead he had informed her that their relationship was stale and as pretty as she was, she wasn't enough. He had never wanted her mind, her sense of humor, her eagerness for life. Just her beautiful face and near perfect body until something even better came along. <br><br>Emerald eyes, normally vivid were dull as they contemplated her computer screen, she really didn't want to work on the newest ad concept, spending too long in pixel rendering gave her migraine, and she wasn't up for dealing with her normal one by the time she got off of work. Instead her elbows rested on her desk, her chin cupped in the palm of her hands as she glumly listened to the chatter around her, for once not joining in with jokes and laughing. She was the beauty of the office, with her softly golden skin, pale yet with a glimmer of sun. Large vivid gem like eyes, long dark red hair, and the curves and long legs she possessed, with the genetics for a large chest and a slim waist made her seem dainty and appealing to almost everyone. But she was throughly sick of being only thought of as a trophy, as a thing. She had a mind, why did no one ever want her to use it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 22:43:50</strong>
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				Scott Hammond was taking care of another computer problem, not that he needed to take dare of things himself all the time, he did have a staff of a few others working for him, but he seemed to enjoy keeping his hand in things, helping the people in the company, making sure that there was a smile when he left.<br><br>A little old for this type of work, just into his forties and well educated, knowing the companies systems better then the back of his hand, he should after all, he pretty much put the place together.<br><br>He was not in bad shape for his age, again, he liked to work, to keep busy.&nbsp; He moved boxes and equipment alongside his staff who were probably half his age, the constant movements keeping him trim and well formed, though there were some signs that he was no longer a kid.&nbsp; His red hair was always just a step below combed, his clothes comfortable, not going for the cover of GQ.&nbsp; <br><br>Moving past Rivan's office he looks in, as he always did, loving to look at the ladies and flirting with those that did not get too upset about it.&nbsp; He was not ever going to get in trouble for it, he had a few interesting tidbits on most of the senior staff so the chance of repercussion were slim at best.<br><br>Stopping in his tracks he knocks lightly on her door frame and sticks his head into her office, "Heyya sweetheart, you ok?&nbsp; You're not looking like you're having one of your best days."&nbsp; The comment is said with genuine concern, true, Scott loved all the ladies, the best looking ones even more, but despite his occasionally overly forward statements, he did love them all in his own way, usually from afar, but even so, he was always for a compliment and a smile.<br><br>Moving fully into her office now he says, "I know you don't know me really, but I got good ears if you need them, and for you, I'll even offer to buy a coffee after work, a drink if you need that more."
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				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 02:01:06</strong>
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				She was startled, hearing a knock on her door, her eyes flew up to meet the figure of Scott, she hadn't put in a work order request had she? As far as she knew both her tablet and PC were working just fine. There had been a slight hic up with the soft ware last week but that had all sorted itself out. She offered him a wan smile however, not to the glory she was normally at, but easy and pleasing all the same, her features were too pretty for it to be anything but. At his comment though a sigh was summoned to her lips and her head went back to where it had been before, one hand going to toy with her mouse.<br><br>"I am fine Scott, no need to worry..." she murmured more to herself then to him. One hand reached up to run through her softly curling hair and she shrugged, leaning back in the chair, she didn't feel like sitting still right now, her legs crossed and tucked beneath her chair she left the mouse and picked up a pen. Everything about her body language spoke of tension and stress. <br><br>Her eyes sweep back to him when he steps all the way into her office, the walls, white, are covered with pictures, posters, color, its very much the work space of someone artistically inclined and loath to do without color and art in some sense. It was normally a place she loved to be in, she loved her work, loved the people here. However today she wasn't really happy about any of it. <br><br>Coffee, well, the idea was nice. She didn't expect any of the office staff outside of a few of her girl friends here to know she didn't touch caffeine, that it gave her horrible headaches. So she flashed him a smile tossing back her long mane of hair. "That's really nice of you Scott. How about dinner instead? I don't touch coffee or alcohol often, just not my thing." She shrugged, lots of people thought she was odd to abstain from them, but she did, just like she made sure not to give way to too much indulgence in any aspect of her life. She glanced down again, her pen stroking over the paper, doing a quick sketch of him as he stood there, rapid strokes, sketchy to the extreme but something to keep her mind semi occupied. Rivan didn't want to break down in front a near stranger, regardless of the years they had worked together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 16:55:33</strong>
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				Leaning on the door frame Scott smiles and says, "Dinner then, as long as you're not talking someplace I'll need a second mortgage for.&nbsp; There is that little Italian place down on 5th, not that far from here should not take you too far out of your way home, you live north I think right?"<br><br>Standing up straight again he starts to turn and then looks back, "I'm going to be out of here about six, if you don't mind me in work clothes I can meet you there around seven?"&nbsp; With a short pause he looks at her eyes and says, "You look like you need a break sweetie...I mean... you look great and all, but I don't like that look in your eyes."<br><br>He waits for an answer, looking at her and some of the pictures on the walls, noting the differences between the artistic statements here and the stuff on the walls of his office, mostly numbers, support, parts, and one poster of a good looking lady leaning on some large piece of equipment.&nbsp; "Maybe I should get you to decorate my office, it'd have to look better then this, mine looks like a big phone book."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 21:55:20</strong>
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				Rivan laughed softly at his words. "I never implied that you would have to pay. I'm perfectly able to pay for my own dinner, and yours too if I chose. But Italian sounds lovely and yes, that's on my way home." The laugh covered the memories of something similar, going out to fancy dinners with Alex and often being the one who footed the bill. Why had she let him use her for so long? with her eyes closed she can picture him, tall, handsome in that perfect way, he had been like a young god when they had first met, he was a year younger then her but that hadn't mattered back then. <br><br>Scott spoke again so she opened her eyes, glancing at him and nodding. "Sure thing, I usually work until six thirty or so anyways. Especially with this new ad concept. I'll be okay Scott, really no worries, there's nothing different in my eyes then a normal day" She tried to be dismissive, to push away anything that would make another worry. She was the one that worried about others, not the other way around. She was the one that would spend nights waiting for Alex to get back from work dinners, who would stress over his job issues. It didn't make her happy that she had spent nights sleepless while he had been doing one of his co workers. <br><br>At his compliment to her office she smiled and laughed. "You a computer tech, of course it does. But sure, sometime perhaps. I'll see you at seven then." her eyes lowered, the emerald shielded as she finished off the sketch of him and went on, sketching out Alex. Blond hair, muddy, intense green eyes, tanned skin, lean form, she knew the details of his body from the times she had been able to coax him to sit for her, which wasn't often. Never again though, models were a bad idea to date.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 23:03:59</strong>
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				Scott gives Rivan a smile and says, "I'll take care of you tonight, you look like you need it, and as far as your eyes, I have looked at them quite often...I probably should not have said that...but I know what they look like when you are happy."<br><br>Turning then, not leaving her a chance to think on what he said he says, "See you at seven", and walks out and down the hall to his office.<br><br>The rest of the day he goes through his usual tasks, taking care of the machines, making sure everyone is up and running and, of course, flirting with the ladies. This is one of his favorite pastimes, and he does not discriminate who gets his attentions, enjoying getting a smile from them, his thought that if they smile for a minute, they cannot say the whole day sucked.<br><br>As expected it is nearly 6:30 when he finishes up, a smile on his face as he packs up and heads out to his car.&nbsp; Rivan is a lovely lady, one of the best looking in the company, but she has not been looking happy the last few days.&nbsp; He is a little surprised that she chose dinner over drinks, not quite so easy to make a quick escape from that way.&nbsp; His intent is to get her to smile a little, but a little more flirting wouldn't&nbsp; hurt, it's not like he got taken seriously by and of the ladies before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 23:39:35</strong>
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				He had a nice smile, she had hardly really paid attention to him before, Scott was a computer tech, she was an designer and she had Alex, she had never paid much attention to guys period outside of her boyfriend, he had always gotten terribly jealous. What she hadn't expected was for him to comment on her eyes, he had noticed them before? She knew him vaguely, in the manner that one knows co workers who work in other departments, and while he was always flirtatious, he was like that with everyone. Why should she think she was any different? However she was going to dinner with him, so perhaps something was different. It was all so confusing. <br><br>At seven, right. She wrote down a note next to the sketch of him and went back to work. It wasn't a hard job, coming up with the new ads for the spring term of work, and after awhile she turned on some music, shut her door and just focused on art and music and sinking inside herself to the type of depth she has always found in art. It was her solace always and she was happy in it for now. Her clock went to six and she blinked, she had spent the whole afternoon working steadily. She got into those moods sometimes, where it was possible to work without getting distracted or going to do something else. But rarely. So today hadn't been a total waste at least.<br><br>She pushed back from her desk and stood, slipping on her shoes. They were black leather heels, smart and easily classy, and went well with her outfit. She dressed nicely, with a white button up shirt that had a wider collar then most shirts in that style did, revealing just a hint of the slope of her breasts beneath it. There was a green vest over the shirt, showing off the slim lines of her waist, and matching the skirt that went with it. The green played up her eyes and complimented her hair, hair that Rivan reached up and let down from the messy bun she had put it in as she picked up her purse and keys and headed out the door. <br><br>Iva loved her car, a cute little blue and silver mini cooper, and as she slid into it she smiled at her reflection. Maybe going out with someone new, and older, even if only for one night would be a good idea. It was certainly better then sitting at home alone. It didn't take long for her to drive to the restaurant, although she spent a few minutes in the car, applying some lip gloss and playing with her hair, now let down for a more evening look. With a sigh and a shrug she got out of her car and walked to the entrance of the tiny restaurant, she looked good, but then she always did. Some days she wondered why she even bothered, if she looked horrible then perhaps other parts of her would be more noticeable. <br><br>The waiter that led her back tried to flirt with her a bit and she smiled and informed him she was expecting a male friend to come along soon. He left her with the menu and not a word. Her hands flipped it open and she glanced, wondering what would sound good for the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 00:17:22</strong>
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				Scott parks around the corner from the restaurant and actually sees her as she walks in.&nbsp; By the time he gets to the door she is already seated and the host is back at the front.&nbsp; He is known here, more or less a regular, good for at least once a week visit, though always on his own.<br><br>When the host sees him he greets him by name and before taking him to his usual table Scott says, "I'm meeting the lady that just came in...yes, the hot one with the killer green eyes", he says with a grin, "And no it's not what you think."<br><br>As the host leads him back Scott hands him his credit card and says, "There is 20% for the waiter if she never has a chance to get the check."&nbsp; The host puts the card away with a smile and shows him the table, another look at the girl before he turns and walks off.<br><br>Sitting down across from Rivan, giving her a small smile.&nbsp; "Glad to see you came, wasn't for sure that you were going to", he says, "I'm not so used to being taken serious by the ladies at work, got the reputation as a flirt somehow."&nbsp; He grins as he says it, knowing full well she knows his rep already, hell it's not like he has not flirted with her as well. <br><br>Without even opening the menu Scott has his order in mind asking her, "Care for an appetizer? The bread sticks are great on their own though."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 00:41:53</strong>
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				She glanced up from the menu when he took his seat across from her and flashed him an easy smile of her own. At his words though she laughs, giggling softly and shaking her head, her now loose auburn tresses swaying with the movement. "I wonder how you did that, when you flirt with every woman there." She quipped at him, her eyes crinkling with mirth as she tucked a few strands of her silky hair behind her ear. <br><br>At his question she glanced down at the menu and shook her head. "No its fine, I already know what I want. I'm not a big eater anyways so an appetizer on top of dinner would be too much for me." Her fingers traced down the slick surface of the menu, eyes following it as she scanned the listings of food until tapping her finger on what she sought. It was shrimp scampi, and she glanced up at him "Besides, my dinner choice comes with a side salad. And " her grin turned teasing as she spoke again "I would rather have room for something sweet and sinful afterward...dessert is my favorite."<br><br>Rivan laughed then, he wasn't the only one who could be a little bit of a flirt. Granted she had, in the last three years, saved lines like that for Alex. And they had never led to anything. As a whole her sexual experience with her ex boyfriend had been minimalistic in many ways, meaning she found little pleasure from his advances and he had only succeeded in getting her in bed with him doing more then sleeping a handful of times. That was the reason she was, as he termed it "boring". Because she was beautiful and didn't want to spend all her time in his bed letting him do as he pleased. Well his new little trophy certainly seemed to like his advances she thought darkly, and the more power to them for it.<br><br>Her hand reached out and picked up the water glass before&nbsp; her, lips parting to sip at it and in a way wash away those thoughts. "I look forward to the bread sticks though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 15:59:45</strong>
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				With a small smile he says, "I like to flirt, most of the times it gets the lady to smile just a little.&nbsp; If I can do that then they cannot say the whole day sucked."&nbsp; Giving a little shrug to his little philosophy he takes a sip of water, his eyes on here still.<br><br>Looking at where she points on the menu he says, "That is one of the dishes they do real well here, though I tend to be a little more of a turf guy then the surf, generally get the lasagna."&nbsp; Smiling at her comment on the dessert he returns the volley, "Decadence after dinner is always a good idea, but one need to make sure there is a little exercise involved as well."<br><br>Raising his hand he waves the waiter over, giving her a wink before the man arrives, "Good thing we know we are talking about food, if someone heard that part of the conversation they might think something different."<br><br>The waiter arrives and Scott order the lasagna and a glass of the house red wine, he orders Rivan's scampi as well then waits for her to chose a drink, "The house white is not bad either", he says, offering his suggestion. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 18:18:56</strong>
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				He was a sweetheart, if that was the reason he really did it then he was a better guy then a lot of the supposed more respectful ones at the office. Reassuring considering she was out eating with him now. She had never really thought about that before, but when he flirted he usually got laughs, and smiles, even if the day was crappy, like he had gotten her to smile earlier. Her emerald eyes turned curious as she regarded him across the table.<br><br>At his comment she shrugged her slender shoulders "I am not one much for red meat most of the time, I prefer sea food. Besides too much cheese on lasagna for my tastes. I'm sure its great..." she trails off, her cheeks flushing slightly as he returns her teasing words. Yet a smile curved on her pretty lips as she shook her head, a soft chuckle emerging from her. "Well its a good thing I always go for a run at night isn't it then?" She laughed again at the wink and nodded, sipping her water "Oh yes, a very good thing."<br><br>Her eyes flicker downward to see the white wine and she ponders for a moment. On a normal night out she would just get an Italian soda, or stick with water. Wine was not something she indulged in often. But it was a night outside of normal wasn't it? She was sitting here across the table from Scott, her co worker and flirting lightly back and forth. So she mentally shrugged and outwardly nodded "Whatever you think best then."<br><br>What would it be like to listen to someone else's suggestions for once? Alex had been so set on small things, but outside of that it had always been Iva who had made the decisions for them, and she had been getting sick of it. She worked longer hours then he did, she was the "grounded" one and so somehow she ended up leading things financially and in things outside of physical touch. Scott was older then her, Alex had been younger, perhaps that had been where she had gone wrong, maturity was attractive after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 18:32:40</strong>
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				With a nod to the waiter the order is finished, and he turns his attention back to her again, "A pretty lady like you needs to be careful out alone at night, there are some people out there that are more nut's then I am...and you really don't want to tell me whatever I think best, they may not all have your best interest in mind either", he says with a grin.<br><br>Taking another sip of the water, the wine and meal not having arrived yet, he looks at her and says, "So, lets play a little game while we wait?&nbsp; How about the geek gets to guess how he is sitting in a restaurant with a drop dead gorgeous woman?"<br><br>He gives her a smile as a basket of bread sticks arrives, cooked just crunchy on the outside, the smell of the garlic and the glaze of butter showing the promise of a tasty way to wait on dinner."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 18:47:50</strong>
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				Her eyes had been traveling around the restaurant, taking in its decor with interest, an artists appraising eye examining the details before he spoke to her. Rivan shook her head and laughed again. "True, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't go repeating that to every man that happens to saunter by." She flashed him a smile and a wink "Only special ones get to hear it."<br><br>His next words thought garnered no laugh from her, rather a drop in the color of her face. Ah, so she was back to being drop dead gorgeous and little else. Lovely. He was too hard on himself, he wasn't a geek. But she didn't really feel up to commenting on it anymore. Rather when the bread arrived she plucked out one of them and took a small bite, savoring the flavours the entered her mouth. It was most certainly good bread. <br><br>Rivan crossed her legs beneath her, taking another bite as with her other hand she tucked hair behind her ear. "Go for it if you want to." She finally said, taking another bite of the bread, realizing just how hungry she was from skipping lunch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 20:28:59</strong>
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				Taking a bread stick and breaking it in two he takes a bite and looks at her with a slightly crooked smile, "Ok, let's see how close I can come.&nbsp; You are fighting with your significant other, you would be with them otherwise.&nbsp; They see you very superficially, your beauty, but cannot appreciate your person, your creative side, your mind, they do not seem to be able to think far beyond your breasts."<br><br>Taking another bite he looks at her and before she has a chance to say anything, "No, I did not read your e-mails, I have not snooped.&nbsp; I have seen the look on lots of faces before, and I know that you creative types need more.&nbsp; A lot of us that depend on straight lines and logic have difficulties with that.&nbsp; Hell, I'm over forty now and am just now starting to see more then that."<br><br>He lifts the bread stick to his lips but before he takes a bite he smiles and adds, "But as a note Rivan, I understand how it could be difficult to get past your beauty, your partner is probably a little young to get it though."<br><br>With a smile he takes a bite of the snack, watching her eyes then, not her breasts as she would likely think, as he waits for her reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 21:05:20</strong>
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				She would have never thought anyone would be able to hit things so dead on the nail. She was beyond fighting with her significant other, in fact Alex had ceased to hold that position, although that had been more his choice then hers. She was no longer good enough for him. But the words that followed from Scott highlighted all the issues that had been straining things for the last year now. Rivan had wanted to be more then just beautiful and a body that other men admired.<br><br>Her emerald eyes darkened as she moved back away from the table slightly, her body language revealing a very unsettled and now wary mindset toward him. How the hell had he known all that? Was he a stalker? But Scott was ready for that and made sure she knew he had done none of those things. Her shoulders that had tensed now relaxed a bit, but there was the wariness of a wounded soul in her vivid eyes.<br><br>"He is a little young..." she nodded, echoing it back. She would never date younger then herself again, it was just asking for trouble, and stress. Neither of which she wanted. Her tongue peeked out to lick her lips and she took another drink of her water before shrugging, if he could figure out that much just by looking at her why not share it all? there was no reason not to.<br><br>"His name is Alex, he's a model. We met at an art gallery; Degas was on the wall, Blue Ballerina's. He was so savy about that world, it seemed to click." Her lips compressed in a rueful smile "Only, he wanted more then I was willing to give. Three years of trying to balance that, of trying to get him to grow up a little and for me to be more "fun". Its over, so I guess it doesn't really matter anymore..."<br><br>Her eyes fluttered shut, remembering those last few moments when he had stood in the entry of her apartment, looking at her with that perfect face that was so disappointed, his new girl lounging against the door sill. <em>"Its a pity someone as gorgeous as you is such a stick in the mud babe...if you ever liven up perhaps we can try again</em>. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 21:37:21</strong>
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				He listens to her when she answers, no judgment on his face at all, taking in what she said.&nbsp; When she is done he is quiet for a bit before he says, "So Alex was under the impression that because a lovely older lady took an interest in him, she should be grateful and do everything he wanted without any consideration for her needs."<br><br>It was a statement more then a question and Scott is quiet again as their food and drink arrive at the table.&nbsp; When the server leaves he takes his wine glass and raises it to her, offering a quiet toast of, "To better choices from a better selection."&nbsp; He tips his glass to hers and, after the soft clink of them meeting, takes a sip of the dark red wine.<br><br>Picking up the fork he starts to cut a bite of the lasagna but, before he takes the bite he asks, "I know it's none of my business, and you don't have to tell me, but what kind of things did this Alex want from you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 20:52:54</strong>
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				At his words she nodded, not looking up at him as she took another bite of the bread stick. It was basically that, Alex had expected her to give up everything to him, he was a young god, especially in his industry, of course he expected to be worshiped. Their food arrived then, steaming on elegant plates, it smelled delicious and she flashed him a smile as she picked up her fork to spear a shrimp and bring it to her lips, her eyes caught on him, lips partly open as he lifts his glass. She sets down her fork, her hand reaching out to take up the wine glass, the white wine glimmering with soft light.<br><br>The two glasses clink together in a slightly musical sound and she lifts the glass to her lips, sipping at the drink softly, finding that she did like the flavor surprisingly enough. Her hand returns the glass to the table and she picks up her fork again, taking a bite of the shrimp just as he spoke again. Rivan swallowed uneasily, biting down on her lip, her fork toying with the pasta on her plate.<br><br>"Well sex, which is a given. But I didn't do it often, it just...it wasn't pleasurable." She shrugged "I guess for all my beauty I'm still odd in the fact that I don't find sex enjoyable. And then there was the fact that it was my money that paid for nights out often, that half the time I felt like a mother to him instead of a girl friend. I wasn't allowed to be carefree with him...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 16:59:31</strong>
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				Taking the bite as she talks he listens to her smiling when she finishes and says softly, "Well, my thoughts on the sex part is that if you were not enjoying it then he was not doing it right, as far as the rest it sounds that he was just taking advantage of the situation and you are probably better off being done with him."<br><br>Scott takes another small sip of the wine, then says quietly, "If I were not the dirty old man that most of you ladies think I am, and not close to twice your age I might be tempted to ask if I could see you some more and maybe let you see what things could be like with out the ego and childish ideas."
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				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 21:17:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She listens to him, he is more interesting then most men she has talked to, but then she kept away from males for the most part, especially after getting involved with Alex. He had been possessive of her but not of her self, more of her looks. Her glass felt cool in her hands, she focused on sensations, on things, her mind seeking out textures, smells, sights, anything to really keep from considering sex and Alex not doing it right. Other girls had obviously fallen over themselves to get into bed with him, why was she so different? She was sensitive, she knew that. There had been those few blissful moments in every encounter, like when his lips would trace along her neck, playing with the sensitive skin and nibbling, those had caught her breath in her breast, but he never did more and that feeling would drown away as things went further. Rivan had gotten more sensual stimulation in a hot shower then from her "lovers" attentions.<br><br>Her fork dipped down again, she put aside her glass and took another bite of the pasta, savouring the rich flavors that filled her mouth, eyes half shut. She always ate like this, letting her senses take over and guide her. Same with a lot of things in life outside of work, her body was attuned and receptive to changes, she loved being able to pick things up, the flavors, the smells, everything and then paint that one moment in time. Yet his words drew her out of her delight, for some reason though she wasn't annoyed like she was so often with Alex, granted the blond haired younger man had not understood her fascination with the world. Yet Scott might she thought.<br><br>However her lips quirked and then she laughed, shaking her head. "You are not dirty or old. Age only gives you wisdom, eloquence and experience, none of which I am set against. I am certainly never dating younger then myself again but older is appealing"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 17:04:34</strong>
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				Scot takes another couple bites of his meal and a sip of wine before he smiles at her and says, "So if I twist that just a little it sounds like you might actually go out with me sometime?"&nbsp; He sets down his glass and takes another bite before he speaks again, "I think you were handled badly, treated badly, maybe if you did consider it, you might have a chance to see how an old classic can be better then the sports models."<br><br>With a smile he cuts away another piece of the lasagna and reaches across the table with the fork, offering her a bit he says, "Just because one has certain preferences, doesn't mean they should not try new things...have a taste, you don't want to miss this chance."<br><br>He smiles at his own little double meanings, watching the lovely girl to see just what she will do. She is beautiful, without a doubt, but she is also bright, creative and rather sweet if she lets it show, the real challenge is to let her see that he sees that in her, and of course to use those to get a chance to show her just what she is missing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 21:18:02</strong>
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				Rivan laughs softly and shakes her head at him, a few strands of her silky auburn hair slipping down into her face,&nbsp; gleaming in the soft light of the restaurant. She flashed him a smile and quips "Well I am out with you right now aren't I? Or does this not count?" Her hands reached out to pick up her glass and bring it to his lips just as he spoke again, commenting on treatment from her last relationship. Perhaps it was true, Rivan had never been one much for confrontation, avoiding it and not voicing things unless they were pressing. She could stand up for herself and handle herself well; but in a intimate relationship she found herself wanting to do that less and less.<br><br>She took her drink, her glass half down again when suddenly his fork was near her mouth, her lips slightly parted in surprise as her eyes fix on his face trying to understand. She didn't like overly heavy things but she couldn't be rude, so she opened her mouth and took the small morsel into her lips, chewing thoughtfully as she leans back in her chair. Its rich, hearty, not what she would have ever chosen for herself but not bad.<br><br>Iva offers him a quirk of the lips and a shrug of her shoulders. "Not bad." and with that and a soft blush in her cheeks, wondering what in the world she had just done she directed her eyes downward and focused on her own food.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 22:42:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watches every move she makes, noting her body language, the look in her eye.&nbsp; When she takes the offered bite he smiles and says, "Well, <strong>if</strong> this were a date, I would be trying much harder at making it last longer then a quiet dinner, though you brought up the idea of dessert", the smile at the dual meaning clear on his face again.<br><br>A few more bits of his dinner and a sip of the wine later he cocks his head to the side slightly and says, "I'm certainly game for dessert, in what ever manner you intended, there is a place around the corner near where I parked that has a nice selection of pastries, from light danish to a decadent cheesecake.&nbsp; That and a coffee would be good, and if you wish to call this a date, I will flirt a little harder and more openly", he finishes with a smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 21:23:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She glanced up at him for a moment, her cheeks flushing as he brought up her teasing words earlier. That was why she never spoke like that often, but, really, would that be a bad thing? To have dessert in both senses with this man who seemed to pick up a whole lot more about her then anyone else she met? She was the happy, easy going type, that's all people looked for, that's all they saw. <br><br>She was beyond grateful that he saw more then that. <em>Easy girl, you just got out of years of being with one person...</em> Iva reminded herself, looking back down at her dinner for a few more moments.<br><br>Scott was a nice guy, to make it clear he wasn't going to take anything from her she wasn't ready to give. So at the offer for dessert else where with cheesecake she nodded, flashing him a smile. "All of that sounds good. I love cheesecake." And she did, and she sort of wanted to see how it would feel to have someone new, completely new flirting with her, Scott seemed very sure of himself, and that drew her to him. She knew what she wanted in every aspect of her life except for dating now. Rivan was a woman of strong opinions, but an open mind. Her meal being smaller then his was finished off easily, and now she just sipped at her wine, bringing up her purse to get out her check book. "I hope this isn't too much altogether..." she murmured more to herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 21:35:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a smile Scott says, "Good, then we are on for at least the cheesecake, we'll talk about the dessert while we have that."&nbsp; He gives her a wink and works on his dinner then as well though while her concentration seems to be more on her meal and her thoughts, his eyes are on her most of the time, his lips turning to a smile when ever she looks up and meets his.<br><br>When she reaches for her money he reaches across the table and puts his hand gently on the back of hers, "Too late, I already got this."&nbsp; Removing his hands from hers slowly, his fingers sliding across the soft skin he says, "If it will make you feel better, you can buy the cheesecake."<br><br>Finished with his meal as well he slides out of the seat and offers her his hand to help her, walking with her, not being so presumptuous as to put his arm around her or anything at this point, though when they reach the corner he places a hand on the small of her back and points to the right, guiding her to the small cafe that has the cheesecake he says is wonderful.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 00:03:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She glances up at him startled when his hand comes to touch hers, drawing her attention away from her checkbook and to him. He had already paid for it? Her emerald eyes widened a touch, she had never been out with a guy, even before Alex that had done something like that to make sure she couldn't help. Should she be offended by it? Rivan did consider that, sitting, looking at him; but she wasn't, not after years of shelling out money whenever they did go out just the two of them outside of Alex's modeling parties. It was nice to be taken care of for a change. So she didn't say anything, rather slipped her wallet back into her purse.<br><br>Iva did feel the way his hands slowly left hers, the lingering warmth of his touch on her smooth skin and it sent a flush through her body, it wasn't like anything she had experienced before and that made her want to be wary, but she had already let her guard down around him. What point was there to being guarded now? None really to her mind. It would make her feel better to buy the cheesecake considering it was her indulgence.<br><br>When Scott stands and offers her his hand to aid her in getting up she accepts it, slipping her smaller hand inside his for a brief moment until she was on her own two feet. As they leave the restaurant she slips on her light jacket, a simple black blazer that goes well with her white and green office assemble. It was a nice walk outside, the air soft and cool, crisp, her eyes searching for the little cafe that he mentioned. Her body reacted instinctively when his hand pressed into the small of her back to get her attention and guide her into the tiny place. "This looks lovely." She offered softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 00:29:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The cafe is quaintly decorated, styled after an old bakery or soda shoppe, though the chairs are a little more padded, the tables covered in white cloth with a small candle on each.&nbsp; The place is empty, usually relying on a later night clientele and a lunch time rush so he points out a table away from the front and says, "Have to pick up at the counter, no waiters here", he says as he walks up and shows her the tasty looking baked goods in the display.<br><br>He points to the cheesecake, new york style, thick large slices, a list of toppings available on a card next to it.&nbsp; Looking over at the counter woman he says, "Oh we need two of those, one with raspberry, and one with whatever the lady wants, I'll have a coffee as well."&nbsp; Leaving the choice of topping and drink to her.<br><br>With a smile and his hand going to the small of her back again he says, "You said you wanted to pay, I'll carry it over for us when they are done", this time he lets her take the cash from her wallet and take care of the check.<br><br>Pointing to the quiet corner again he says, "Go sit down, it'll be ready in a minute."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 01:07:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was an enchanting set up that the cafe had, rather like one of the shops hidden away in soho that she had visited with a friend last spring when Alex had been off in Egypt or something. She has enthralled with it, her eyes taking in all the details, and a soft smile on her lips. She approved of his tastes in eating places. Perhaps she needed to get out more and explore her own city to find the little treasures like this place. She nodded to him and went with him to the display case.<br><br>Her eyes crinkled as she smiled at the treats displayed, noting that he like the fruit topping. After he placed his order she smiled at the lady "Just a plain slice for me, and with a glass of ice water." It wasn't very expensive either, she pulled out her wallet and paid for it, happy to feel like she was contributing something to the evening other then just being a pretty face. <br><br>Scott liked flavor, rich, adventurous things. Rivan preferred simple, safer styles and tastes, it was an interesting juxtaposition. She glanced up at him, and nodded when he directed her to&nbsp; a chair, her hands coming up as she walked toward the chair to gather her hair all over one shoulder and try to pull it out of the way so it would stop falling into her eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 15:52:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Scott watches her walk to the table, the soft sway of her hips inviting, mesmerizing, so much so that the woman at the counter has to clear her throat to get his attention to let him know the order is ready.<br><br>With a smile he takes the tray, walks over to the table and sits down in the seat next to her, moving himself closer before setting down her dessert and drink in front of her, taking his from the try as well and with a smile he asks quietly, "So tell me are you ready for some sinful pleasure?"<br><br>Pausing for a moment he chuckles and points to the cheesecake,&nbsp; "This place makes some of the best in town...what did you think I meant?"&nbsp; He asks, smiling widely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 07:16:07</strong>
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				She sank into the seat, still idly playing with her hair as she slipped out her cellphone to check the time before catching herself. It was a habit left over from the days spent with Alex, he had expected her back at certain times, and she had always been there for him, but he was never there for her. Yet now this man that had known her only in passing for years was there for her, and she found she was rather enjoying it all.<br><br>Rivan glanced up at him with a soft smile, her eyes bright and happy as she regarded the treat on the plate before her, and his quiet words she laugh, her eyes crinkling even as she reached for her fork and pressed downward into the treat, her lips in a teasing smile even as she lifted the treat to her lips, the soft pink of them parting to accept the fork in, and she took the morsel into her mouth, slowly pulling the fork back out, her eyes fixed on him the whole time before they fluttered shut softly as she savored the flavor and texture and made a soft sound of delight. <br><br>"Mmm, wonderful..." She murmured, licking her lips. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 19:10:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Giving her a playful wink he settles in to eat his dessert and sip his coffee, his eyes drifting to her often, watching the pleasure on her face as she enjoys the taste of hers.&nbsp; The silence between them for a few minutes as they he takes a moment to ask, "So tell me something, provided my subtle charms and persuasion are not enough to lure you into my bed tonight, would you actually consider letting me take you out a few times to keep trying?"<br><br>Giving her a grin he takes another bite and sip of coffee, smiling even as he considers that he may be pushing too hard, not wanting to mess up what seems could be a good thing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 01:30:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was comfortable, sitting here in silence with him. She enjoyed it, the simple companionship as she tucked her legs, one behind the other and the behind a leg of the chair, one elbow resting on the table as she took another bite, enjoying the rich texture and flavor that filled her mouth with the dessert. Then Scott spoke again and Rivan directed her eyes back toward him, curious and listening, after all the whole night he had made good points. <br><br>Then she laughed, with cheesecake still in her mouth and ended up nearly choking, grabbing for her water glass to try and swallow it down and clear her throat. Her eyes were watering as she glanced at him with another laugh. "Lure me to your bed?" She raised an eyebrow, did he really want her that badly. Perhaps she should let him, perhaps with his experience and care he would show here that there could be pleasure to be had. But then again that would be moving a bit faster then she thought she was ready for. <br><br>She worried her lower lip absently for a moment, before her green eyes went back to him. "Would you really want to sleep with me so soon after when it could be nothing more then a rebound and me using you?" Not that she would use another person, but one could certainly look at things like that. She didn't want to make more mistakes, more regrets. And she didnt want someone as nice and interesting as Scott to regret an encounter that he may have had with her. Not that she didn't want him, she was curious, what it would be like to be held against his larger frame, images of a bed slipping into her mind. But more, she wanted to know what the press of his lips against hers would be like.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 17:42:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a light chuckle Scott takes another sip of coffee before he answers her, "I'll be honest, I would love to take you home, take you to my bed and have an evening of decedent entertainment, as far as being worried about it being a rebound thing", he gives a shrug and a grin, "I think that is a risk I would be willing to take."<br><br>After another bite and sip of coffee he looks at her with a smile and says, "All that said, I am not going to do anything at all if you say no, or if you just want to wait a little bit, the offer is on the table though and, to add a little more of what I think, if you were to say yes, and we did go to bed together tonight, I would still want to have dinner and dessert more."<br><br>Scott stops talking then and takes the last bites of his cheesecake, wiping his mouth and sitting back in his chair looking at the beautiful woman sitting across from him, the thought of her in his bed exciting beyond belief, but leaving the ball in her court on the decision as he says, "I liked spending time with you Rivan and I would do it again if you would let me, no matter what the outcome of this is.&nbsp; I know what I would like, but it's all up to you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 21:10:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She focuses on eating her dessert, her eyes downcast and well aware of his eyes upon her. Then he laughed and spoke, about taking her home to his bed, to take her body. Would it be pleasurable for both of them? Or only for him? Men were selfish with pleasure, she knew that all too well. But what would she be doing if she went home alone? Sit on her couch and watch sappy movies, be frustrated that she would never live a life like that, or read a romance novel to try and replace the rush of physical touch. It was a risk he was willing to take, but the better question, the question she needed to answer first, was it a risk she was willing to take? She honestly didn't know.<br><br>Rivan eats, enjoying the rich flavor and texture, but it was all lost to her as she considered his words. Finally she glances up at him again, sitting in silence, just looking at him before she takes the final bit and sips down the cold water. Iva licked her lips, before finally breaking the silence. "First, before I make up my mind one thing." <br><br>She leans across the table toward him, her eyes bright and nervous "A kiss."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 22:20:19</strong>
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				Starting to lean over the table, then deciding that the reach for both of them would be too uncomfortable he shifts closer.&nbsp; Turning to her he smiles and moves his hand gently behind her head, his fingers stroking her hair gently as he moves in to let his lips meet hers, barely brushing them at first, then slowly pressing a little harder,&nbsp; his lips parting slightly to allow his tongue to lick her lips gently.<br><br>He goes no further then that, not for the first kiss, his fingers continue to stroke her hair as he pulls back slightly, looking into her eyes from just inches away as he whispers, "More? I am more then willing to do that again if you would like.&nbsp; I would love to taste you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 22:40:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watches him shift closer, keeping still as she watches him, caught by his eyes even as his hands raise to cradle her head in them, she felt his fingers softly touch her hair, it felt wonderful to be held like this, he was being so careful, Alex had never been careful. As he leaned into her she stayed still, her pulse skipping a beat as his lips first touched against hers. The first brush was almost a tease, and then harder and she softened slightly into his hold, her lips were soft under his.<br><br>At the touch of his tongue against her lips she found her breath catching, eyes fluttering shut. When he pulled away she made a soft sound of protest, her green eyes fluttering open to fix on his, her lips parted softly as she tried to regain her thoughts. "Yes, more, please." She breathed, her face coming a touch closer, as she shyly pressed her lips against his, showing her eagerness before withdrawing a touch again, hoping he would kiss her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 22:56:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a smile he pulls her just a little toward him, his fingers guiding her close as he moves as well, making up the distance, their lips touching again.&nbsp; Even with her having asked for more, his touch is soft, pressing his lips to hers a little harder, parting them again, giving hers a gentle lick again, not even in something so simple as a kiss does he assume that anything is an agreement to what happened before.<br><br>She yet has the choice and, if her lips part he will continue to take the kiss slowly, not wanting her to have any reason to withdraw, to get scared.&nbsp; When the kiss ends this time he lets his fingers slip from her hair and move to her hand, holding it gently as he smiles and asks quietly, "Did that help you make up you mind?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 23:06:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She softens into his arms, letting his hands and his body lead her for the moment as their lips touch again. Their lips meet and she softly parts her lips in welcome to him, enjoying the warmth and careful comfort from his touch. He wasn't pushing her, he wasn't demanding, he was giving her what she asked for without taking anymore then she was willing to offer. <br><br>As his hands take hers softly and he asks her softly the question she nodded, licking her lips softly, remembering the sweetness of his careful kiss.&nbsp; Rivan nodded softly, finally looking at him again. "Yes, I have." She answered softly, her hands squeezed his softly, a smile curving on her lips. "I think I can allow you to lead for a little bit."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 23:36:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a smile Scott says, "But then that doesn't actually answer the question does it?&nbsp; Do I lead you to my house, to my bed?"&nbsp; Looking at his empty plate and coffee cup he looks to hers as well, making sure she was done as well before he stands, his hands still on hers and he gently pulls her to her feet.<br><br>Still standing in front of her he give her a grin and says, "Or do I simply lead you to your car and give you a good night kiss and see you again at work?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 23:42:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She flashed him a smile, her eyes playful as she shrugged her shoulders, it was interesting to learn how men reacted when you teased them. And she was enjoying the heady feeling of his attentions. But what did she want? She wanted him to kiss her again, but did she want more then that? As he stands and pulls her to her feet she stumbles a touch on her heels and ends up her with body against his, her green eyes fixed on him as she breathed, biting down on her lower lip with nerves for a moment.<br><br>"I think I'm ready to live for once." She murmured, more to herself then to him. And living meant taking a chance, like taking a chance with him. So she leaned up, her body aligned with his, soft and plush before she softly kissed his lips, chaste, just a brush against them. "The first one, if you still want that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 23:59:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she stumbles against him he puts his arms around her and holds her to him, smiling as she looks at him, "I do like the feel of you against me", he says as he bends to kiss her once more.&nbsp; She can feel that his arms are strong, he does not crush her against him, but she can feel the muscle through his shirt.<br><br>When he breaks the kiss he says quietly, "Let's go see if we cannot get you to live a little then, I'll see you to your car then I'll get mine, I'll drive around and you can follow, I'm only about fifteen minutes from here, that will give you time to make sure you are ready without me trying to talk you into it."<br><br>Gently separating himself from her he smiles and takes her hand again, walking with her from the cafe and heading back to where he had seen her park, pointing out his car as they pass it so she knows what to look for.<br><br>Once he sees her safely to her car he smiles and says, "I'll be right back, if you change your mind about coming with me, just turn off, I'll know what happened, we can talk at the office if you do."&nbsp; He waits till she is in the car and then heads for hers, still he leaves every choice to her, there will be no saying that he made her do anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 00:34:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her, blushing at his words of admittance about liking the feel of her against his body, the kiss was lovely, as they all had been beforehand. Her hands were against his upper arms and she could feel the play of muscles, his body wasn't like Alex's, her ex's had been rather like a boy and this was a man. What would she do with a man though? The only thing she could was to respond for now.<br><br>She nods at his words, letting his hand pull her out on to the street, walking down the stress together, her eyes take in his car even as she passes by her own. This was all up to her, did she want to go with him to his home, his house, his domain, his bed or not? She watched him for a moment as he walked away. She was going to go, there was no denying that, she wanted to feel alive tonight and he had showed her already that he could breath life into her. <br><br>"We'll talk, but not at the office." She called after him before slipping into her car and turning it on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 00:44:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Scott smiles on the short walk to his car, considering his luck at the beautiful girl actually willing, so far, to come back to his house with him, no pretense at all that it was for drinks, a nitecap or anything but what the true purpose was, to go to bed together.<br><br>He gets in his car and drives around to let her see him, then driving off, watching her in the mirror as he drives the short distance to his house.&nbsp; The drive is about ten minutes as he had said, but he had checked his mirror often to be sure she was still behind him.<br><br>He pulls into the drive of his small ranch style house, shutting down his car then moving around to lean on the trunk, waiting for her to pull up, hoping she made the last turn with him, ready to take her into his house, to show her that he can do as she says.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 01:00:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She follows his car, her breath was caught in her chest and she couldn't stop worrying her lower lip as she drove, yet she wasn't going to just give up and go home. Although she nearly did, all it took was one turn, and then she could go back to being someone that he flirted with abstractly and a girl who was set on her job and alone, even when she was with someone else. Why did this have to be so hard? Because she wasn't the type to just go and take what she wanted, but for once she was going to do that. <br><br>So she followed him, paused at the last turn for an extra minute before she made it, parking her car against the sidewalk, sitting in her car just looking at him, her breath speeding up and her hands dropped nerveless into her lap as she bit down on her lower lip, reaching for her purse, fiddling with her phone. What undergarments had she worn today? Oh, right the green and white set. Okay, well at least those were cute and pretty, not sexy but...could she really do this.<br><br>Her hand shook as she opened the car, slipping out to lean against it a look at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 16:21:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Scott walks over to her car as she gets out, with a smile he takes her hands and says, "Glad to see you could make it."&nbsp; Turning, keeping one hand in his he walks to the front door and opens it, turning on the inside light to reveal the neat, if a little spartan, living room.<br><br>Stepping in behind her he closes the door and locks it, then leads her further into the house.&nbsp; The lay out is pretty much like any other development ranch style house, a dining room and kitchen off to one side of the living room, a hallway on the other that undoubtedly leads to the bedrooms.<br><br>Scott takes her to the large comfy looking couch, let's her set down and make herself comfortable as he walks to a small wet bar and says, "Soda, wind, something more stout?"&nbsp; Taking a glass and pouring a can of soda into it, adding a couple ice cubes, waiting for her answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 19:37:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rivan was happy to feel his hand around her's, it was reassuring in a way and she followed him, her nerves still on edge, her breath coming a little too fast for normal but that was okay, it was okay because this was her taking a chance and one couldn't take risks with perfect composure. They were suppose to rattle you, to make one think and ponder. As his door opens the living room seems neat, her eyes travel, taking in the details of the house, curious. <br><br>She settles on the couch, relaxing into the comfy surface as he offers her drinks. "Soda, or water if you have it. One glass of wine is my limit on alcohol for one night. Unless of course you want me soused when you take me to bed...." Her cheeks flamed when she said that, but she wondered, was that why he offered? Did he want her drunk before they went to bed together. She decided to make a gesture of trust, and of showing that she was going to stay. Her hands went down and slipped off her heels and she crossed her legs, smoothing down her dark green skirt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 21:08:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Getting out a bottle of water and pouring it into a glass with ice as well he smiles and asks her, "I would rather have you sober and enjoying yourself, but if you think I will need to get you drunk to get you there I can certainly try."<br><br>With a chuckle he picks up the glasses and brings them to the couch, sitting down next to her and placing the glasses on the coffee table he puts his arm around her and pulls her gently to him and says, "I'll tell you what, I'm going to make some rather forward touches, suggestions, and ideas, you tell me if I go to far or too fast."<br><br>Leaning in he kisses her gently, stroking her cheek gently for a moment before he slides his hands down slowly, over her neck, down two her shirt where he moves his fingers to the first closed button and gently starts to open it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 21:14:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She flashed him a smile as he spoke, watching him as he came toward her. She didn't need to be drunk for him to get her there, she was here after all, her hand went out toward the drink before she found herself pulled softly into his arms, into him, and she glanced up at him with her eyes curious as he spoke. Forward, touches, ideas, words, things. Was she ready for this? It was a sink or swim moment, but she was here, sitting here with him, in his arms, and that had to count for something.<br><br>She could feel his body, her hands on his arms felt the muscles there, she could smell him, feel the heat from his body, the pulsation of his heart beat. She was so suddenly aware of everything. As his lips touch hers softly, one hand softly caressing the smooth skin of her cheek she finds herself melting a touch, the nerves were giving way to a dizzy, giddy heat, this was nice, his lips soft on hers. Rivan felt Scott's hands move, and knew what he was doing, her vest had already been removed and left in the car, meaning he was working on her white blouse's pearl buttons. <br><br>Iva knew her cheeks were flushed, her skin was too, and her breath was caught, she knew how beautiful she appeared to be, but would her bust, would her bare skin be just as beautiful in his eyes? The shirt began to gape and revealed the creamy skin of the slopes of her breasts encased in the green and white lace bra.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 21:45:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Scott continues to kiss her, placing light touches with his lips on her cheeks, her jaw, her neck then back to her lips again as his fingers continue to work the next couple buttons open.&nbsp; He does not hurry, nor does he simply strip her and grope, instead, he moves a finger inside her shirt and traces the top of her bra, gently stroking the soft flesh along the top of her beautiful globes.<br><br>His eyes remain on hers, his smile wide and he whispers, "You are a beautiful woman and I think you were not treated fairly at all.&nbsp; Tonight my dear, you get things first, I am going to make sure you know that pleasure can be given as well as taken, a lesson that your previous man seemed to have missed."<br><br>His fingers slip from her breasts then and move to continue to work on the buttons, working them loose until the last is done.&nbsp; His hands move up to her shoulders then and he pushes her collar open and slides the shirt over her shoulder and down her arms, leaving her in just her bra.<br><br>With a grin he moves back a little and says, "Now it's your turn, take off my shirt."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 09:54:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She kisses him back, shyly and light, unsure of herself even in a kiss for now. Yet his lips draw her out, a touch of interest, a spark of life, flushed skin as his lips work over her skin, teasing it to life. When his finger traces the line of skin above her bra she shivers softly for him, her eyes fluttering shut as she enjoys the feather light touch, her lips forming a soft o of delight. Yes, this was what she wanted, this is what she had hoped he could give, this was right for now.<br><br>Rivan's eyes lifted to be caught by Scott's, and that wonderful, easy, real smile of his. Pleasure, he was going to give her pleasure, delight, physical bliss. She had been afraid it was a lie, that she was one of those "cold women" but the way he was touching her, the kisses his lips worked over her skin proved she was receptive. Maybe there was hope yet.<br><br>As his hands finish their work upon her shirt and softly, slowly pushes it down and away from her she moves her arms to more easily discard it, leaving her basically bra to his sight. After all the bra was pretty but it did not hide the shape of her full breasts, the way the green set off the pale gold of her skin, the cleanness of the skin that shone in the dim lighting. At his words her hands shyly raised, working slowly at the buttons of his shirt, moving a touch to be closer to him, to his warmth, her fingers fumble a time or two but she accomplishes the task in fairly short order and then shivers softly, looking at him with uncertainty in her eyes, she didn't know what to do now, although she shyly raised a hand to touch as the skin she saw bared between the parts of his shirt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 19:10:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving forward again, he lets the shirt slide down his arms, pulling it from his pants and laying it over the side of the couch.&nbsp; Reaching around her then he gently unhooks the bra, taking the loose ends and pulling them gently around her, lowering the straps on her arms and letting it fall, exposing her beautiful breasts to him.<br><br>Scott leans into her a little then, one hand on her breast, one on her shoulder, pressing her back gently his lips meeting hers for a moment, then traveling down her neck, her shoulders, kissing lightly over the top of each sweet orb before hie moves to kiss, then gently suck on each of her hard nipples.<br><br>His hands work down her sides as his lips enjoy her, fingers seeking a hook, button or zipper on her skirt, moving slowly still, though it is easily apparent he wants to see all of her.&nbsp; He says nothing as his touches cover her, letting the sensations do the talking for him, speaking both of his desire for her, and for the gentleness he promises.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 00:43:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watches, her eyes caught as he removes his shirt, and she stays still when he reaches for her bra. She half wants to catch it, to hold it to her as the straps slowly descend from her shoulders to her arms and then the whole thing falls away to reveal the pert globes and the smooth softly golden skin. Her cheeks hold a slight blush in them, this slow undressing and exploration is not what she knows as sex, not slow and gentle seeking.<br><br>When Scott's hand cups one breast she feels her breath intake, her lips compress as she trembles slightly but goes with his leaning, relaxing back into the couch, her lips clinging to his before the move again, down her neck and shoulders. She shivers her breath catching as the brush of his lips against her breasts. When his mouth suckles at the hardening nubs of her desire she lets out a soft sound, nearly a whimper and arches up into his mouth, feeling her whole body flush and come alive.<br><br>Rivan could feel his hands on her hips, seeking to to remove her skirt and in a shy show of want her own fingers go to undo the tiny clasp and reveal the zipper. Iva bits down softly on her lower lip, her breath coming in slight pants now of excitement as his touches rouse her body to life. But then she realizes they are still on the couch, in his living room and a part of her blanches, she looked at him, confusion in her eyes "Is...is this right? To do it here?" she murmurs, her breath gone husky with desire.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 17:12:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she whisper her concerns about the couch he moves his fingers again over her soft breasts and smiles as he answers, "If you would rather move to the bed room we can do that, tonight, I want you to have what you need, what you want."<br><br>Giving her a gentle kiss he stands, offering her his hand and smiling as she stands, her loosened skirt falling to the floor, with her hands in his she is unable to stop it.&nbsp; Gently he puts his arms around her and pulls her close to him, the feel of her breasts against his chest exciting all on it's own, the fact that they are going to his bed adds to that feeling.<br><br>Releasing her and turning toward the bedroom he leads her toward it as he says softly, "I want you to enjoy the night Rivan, I want you to come back again."&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking at her with a smile as they reach the door and he pushes it open, Scott says, "Another night we can talk about it being all about me."<br><br>The bed room is furnished much as the rest of the house, nicely, but rather spartan, the woods in this room a little darker, the dressers and bed look as though they were bought in some room package deal, but not a cheap one, they are real wood and quality, the king sized bed centered on a wall matching the other pieces.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 18:17:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered at the feel of his hands softly teasing her breasts but nodded at the mention of moving to the bedroom. Perhaps she was being a touch old fashion here, but it just felt odd to do this in any place other then the safety of a bed and a bedroom. After all even with the doors locked this was a front room of his house, a place for every day stuff. Sex was something, at least to her mind, that should be kept in a more private, secret place and less indulged in in anyway.<br><br>Rivan clings to his kiss, slipping her hand into his to help her stand although when she does her skirt, loosened by her own fingers, falling, slithering down her long legs to pool at her ankles and she blushes hard, aware that all she is left with is her green and white lace bikini cut panties. As his arms surround her she relaxes into them, drawing comfort from the strength in his arms but also finding her breath catching as the rubbing of their chests together. <br><br>Her hand stays in his as he turns away, his arms leaving their place wrapped around her body and she treds softly after him, glad she had already removed her heels. He wanted her back again, more then just a one time thing, a one night stand. Did she want that though? did she want to come back to him again? It would depend, really, on how this night ended. <br><br>She glanced at the bedroom, shrinking against his arm a touch more at the sight of the bed, her breath coming faster now because she knows what is going to come. Or rather, at least she think she knows. A few nice kisses, some arousing touches and then he would enter her, thrust a few times and it was done. Simple really, yet...not, not with what he had been promising her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 19:37:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Guiding her gently to the bed, one hand in hers, the other at the small of her back he turns her to him and gently sets her on the edge.&nbsp; Still wearing his pants he moves to one knee in front of her, his hands moving up her thighs, catching the waistband of her pretty little panties and tugging them slowly down.<br><br>"Lift up a little, let me get these out of the way", he says, smiling up at her then turning to kiss her thigh.&nbsp; He can tell she is scared, nervous but he moves softly and slowly, no hurry or pushing for her to do more then she is willing.<br><br>Working her panties down her legs, sliding them off her feet he gently places a hand on either of her knees, pressing them gently outward, spreading her before him as his lips move from one soft inner thigh to the other, his face moving slowly towards her sex.<br><br>Pausing this effort for a moment he says quietly, "You just lie back and enjoy for a bit Rivan, let me show you what I can do for you." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 22:02:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She settles on the edge of the bed, led by his hands and his legs, biting down on her lip as his hand leaves her. Her slender hands settle on the edge of the bed as he moves to kneel before, and in the dim light she can feel his hands on her thighs, catching on the line of her panties, slightly tugging at them to remove them. Nude before Scott, before a co worker, there was no going back from this and for a moment she wanted to raise her arms to cover her breasts, to press her legs together and retain modesty. <br><br>But she had decided to do this. <br><br>At his words her hips tilt up slightly, allowing him to pull the satin and lace garment down her hips, his hands slow and gentle, reassuring even as they softly urge her knees to part. Her eyes widen, watching him move up her legs, kissing the soft skin of her thighs, nearing the apex of her legs and the core of her womanhood. Rivan made a soft sound of surprise, this was nothing she knew, something she had heard of in whisper from other women but nothing she had ever experienced herself. <br><br>Yet she couldn't say no, no she wanted to feel it, to feel the pleasure this was rumored to have. At his words her breath catches and slowly Iva nodded to him, laying herself back down on the bed, blushing furiously at the thought of just how exposed she was to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 23:03:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Scott moves his hands up now, slipping over her thighs, moving ahead of his lips to touch the soft outer lips of her sex, opening her gently, exposing her for his lips which arrive a few moments later, the sweet path of their kisses ending as they press gently against her silky inner lips, giving her a kiss there as well.<br><br>Taking in a deep breath, taking in the sweet scent of her, feeling her warmth already, the slight bit of wetness that has gathered in the soft foreplay.&nbsp; Extending his tongue now, he places the tip at the sweet entrance to her core, the sweet center that later tonight he intends on having.<br><br>Moving it upward tasting her, wetting the silky lips as he finds and circles the tiny hooded bundle of nerves of her clit before moving back down to the starting point, then continuing to move up and down slowly, taking her gently and slowly along the path he has promised, showing her that pleasure is to be shared.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 17:40:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rivan closed her eyes, sinking into a place were there was nothing but his touch for now. That had been how she had managed to garner a few nice sensations with Alex, yet it only seemed to heighten everything here, the way his hands stroked up her legs, her thighs, and his lips, at that first kiss she trembled, the second she bit down on her lower lip and the one that was within her against her most sensitive flesh she gasped. <br><br>And then his tongue, oh sweet heavens his tongue there. It moved, slowly, lapping upward and then found the center of her pleasure, a tiny nub that had seemed impossible for Alex to find and this man found it in one minute flat. She whimpered, a soft, sweet sound, her breath speeding up as she shivered beneath him. When he did it again, so so slowly she whimpered again, hands clenching in the sheets of the bed, wordlessly pleading for more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 19:51:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His has move away from her sex, his mouth and lips now in a place that she is well open to him with out the use of his fingers.&nbsp; He slides them out to her thighs, then up over her waist, slowly moving up to briefly caress her breasts before he spreads them to reach for her hands.<br><br>His lips, teeth and tongue remain busy as his hands move, licking a little faster then moving to suck her clit between his lips, between his teeth, clamping lightly onto it before he flicks his tongue rapidly over the bundle of nerves, enjoying the taste of her, the movements she is making and the sweet sounds that escape her lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 21:17:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Iva half wanted to close her legs, it felt wrong to be this open, to be sprawled out on this man's bad with her legs wide open as his mouth tasted at her most intimate depths. <br><br>Yet it felt so amazingly right at the same time, and she could not bring herself to halt this pleasure, not as his hands danced up her skin, caressing her breasts in a manner that made her arch upward into it.<br><br>She didn't expect his teeth to clamp down upon her nub of sensation and when he did she jerked, shuddering with a whimpering moan, half of pain and half of delight, that tiny nub seemed to be the only point in her body that mattered as his tongue teases it. Her whole body was clenching and responding, throbbing, aching for the bliss that was so close, so close. <br><br>She felt coiled, tight, yearning, she needed the pleasure he had promised her and she threw back her head, her neck arched and bared with her hair like waves upon the counterpane as his mouth pleasured in a manner she had never dreamed possible. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 00:15:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Continuing to work at her sex, slowly lapping for one moment, taking her a little rougher for another, working his tongue over her, each spot that gave him more reaction then another he made sure to touch again and again.<br><br>His hands also were occupied, caressing, stroking and gently touching her breasts and nipples, occasionally he would gently grasp one or the other or both nipples and give them a slight tug, a soft twist, nothing near to painful, just enough for that added sensation.<br><br>Taking the slightest of moments to lifts his mouth from her he says quietly, "Rivan, you know what you want, what you are ready for, let it go, let me give you what I said."&nbsp; With that his mouth moves back down on her with renewed vigor, working each sensitive spot for all he could.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 20:27:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was withering slightly on the bed, lost in the pleasure of this moment, she hadn't thought that something like this could be more then a fleeting gasp of bliss. But here it was, then his words sank through into her ears and she realized she had been holding herself back, she had in a way been denying the pleasure he was giving to her.<br><br>No, no that would never do. And so she sank into the feeling of his tongue working within her depths and the feel of his hands on her breasts, the pleasure was a hot, lightening feeling that poured through her and shivered through her body until she felt it coil tighter and tighter within her, and then, oh then it crested, overwhelming all of her senses, the world falling away until there was only her and the pleasure and the pleasure soon crashed over everything else and she cried out, arching on the bed as her body shook, convulsed with the release it had wanted for so long.<br><br>She slumped, shivering with slight aftershocks, her eyes fluttering shut as she tried to regain her breathing, feeling rather limp from the bliss of his gift.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 20:52:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Working with her through her orgasm, not stopping the movements of his mouth on her when she reaches her peak, rather taking her through and then slowing, letting her slips slowly down the other side.<br><br>When her body relaxes back on the bed, her sighs and shivers indicating that she has had all she can for now, he turns his head and kisses the soft flesh of her inner thighs, a soft kiss to each before he lift up and slide up on the bed next to her, laying on his side, his head held up on one hand so he can look at her fully.<br><br>His free hand settles on her belly, rubbing her gently, helping her relax a little before he leans forward and kisses her, deeply, the taste of her release still on his lips.&nbsp; When he lifts up again he smiles at her and whispers, "I promised."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 21:02:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stirred, weakly, drowsily, startled by the amount of pleasure that had just wrung through her body; her body was still throbbing softly from it, her legs felt weak and she turned her head to glance at him as he settles down next to her. When his lips touch hers she trembles slightly, tasting herself in the kiss, something she would have never thought to do.<br><br>Her breathing is slowly returning to normal as her thoughts and senses return as well, and at his smile she blushes, her eyes darkening with surprise as she realized just what had just happened. "I...wow...um.." she trailed off, thoroughly confused for the moment and instead of talking more turned to curl her body into his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 21:48:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slipping is arm around her gently, holding her to him as she cuddles against his bare chest, giving her a little time to settle, placing soft kisses on her head, her cheek, where ever he can easily reach.<br><br>It is several minutes later when he moves his hand to her chin, lifting her face to his, placing a soft kiss on her lips before he says quietly, "Rivan, can I have a turn now?"&nbsp; There is a small smile on his face, it clear that he would like to get a little relief tonight to, though there is no push, no demand, a simple question asking for a return of sorts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 00:04:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tilted her head back to look at him easily when his hand cups her chin to do just that, smiling softly at the gentle kiss. then his question sank in and she worried her lip, her eyes showing her uncertainty returning to her as she curled into him. He wasn't demanding, he wasn't pushing her down and having his way with her, although, after this last interlude she wasn't as apposed to that idea as she would have thought. <br><br>"What do you want though?" She asked softly, slightly worried. Alex and more then once tried to ram his manhood into her mouth and down her throat. After the third time she had told him flatly no, and that had marked the down spiral for them. Having a man's organ thrust deep into her throat while she gasped for air was not something she saw as pleasurable for either of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What It Means To Touch (Stevej101 &amp; Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stevej101</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 16:25:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking her hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing it he then guides it down over his chest and belly, letting it settle on his belt, "You tell me what you want to do, I told you that I wanted to be sure that tonight you enjoyed everything."<br><br>Giving her a light kiss once more he adds, "I want to have you, I'm not even going to lie and tell you that I don't.&nbsp; You are a beautiful woman that has been treated badly, I'm going to do what I can to treat you right."
			</dd>
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