Handsome Deviant

KISSING BODIE

Kissing Bodie was, as before, very distracting. She had always viewed kissing as not only a special skill, but also a non-negotiable part of any relationship success. Even as a child growing up reading fairytales, when the prince and the princess kissed, it was the defining moment in the meaning of 'happily ever after'. In her teen years, Louise often judged boys most stringently on their kissing prowess and in almost all cases, she was left sorely disappointed.

Through various dates in her twentys and thirtys, she couldn't help but become even more obsessed with finding the perfect kisser. A few times men had come close but never perfect. It wasn't until at a 30th birthday party which also fell on 'New Years Eve' that a slightly tipsy friend had, on the stroke of midnight, embraced Lousie and kissed her in a way that complimented the sound of illegal fireworks going off in a neighbour's yard across the street. Louise was equally as tipsy, and it didn't really dawn on her that this particular friend was a girl, a very attractive bi-sexual girl. The kiss went on forever and she felt like she was in her own private sex dream. It was perfect in every way possible and was only interrupted by the loud clapping and whistling from a group of guys who had been lucky enough to observe it from close by. She remembered feeling so turned-on by the kiss that she wasn't even embarrassed when she became aware of who was kissing her and indeed, her grateful audience.

The combination of her hand diligently stroking his hardness whilst at the same time passionately kissing him, Louise felt as though she was drifting away in a sea of wanton desire. Her heart was pounding and her legs felt weak, even though she was sitting.

After a touch over two minutes he gently broke off the kiss and said, "I could easily go on kissing you like this for hours, without exaggeration!"

At that moment, she knew for certain that she had definitely made the right decision to go to the Café, regardless of what may happen in the future. Bodie was indeed special there was a definite wickedness about him but it was not scary, it was highly attractive, alluring and as she was quickly becoming addicted. Even though she was still with him, right now, she was already wanting so much more, not even contemplating leaving his presence. It wasn't scary, it was more bewildering and definitely distracting. The age old cliché of 'Girls are better kissers than Guys' in her experiences, was true yet here she was, being kissed by a man she had only just met, in a way that made her think of that New Years Eve more than a decade earlier!

His lips were so soft and moist, his tongue smooth and seemingly a part of hers. Her movements mimicked by his but not in response, in unison and complimentary. His taste and breath, a mixture of coffee and spearmint, a combination so pleasant, so yummy, just perfect. Her thoughts were once more gently interrupted by his sexy, smooth voice.

Louise, it's time we got going. We both have things to do and I certainly don't want to be responsible for making you late for something."

"Ohh.... What time is it gorgeous man?"

Chuckling softly Bodie glanced at his watch, "Its nearly 5:00pm and I'm hardly 'gorgeous!'"

"You are gorgeous to me!"

"Ohhh... feigning disappointment, "So now I'm only gorgeous to you? I thought you just said I'm gorgeous! Thanks a lot! I feel like I'm the ugly duckling now!" - Feigning even more disappointment. "I feel so sad... I think I'm going to cry..."

Breaking out into a fit of giggles Louise put her hands to either side of his handsome, chiselled face.

"Stop it Bodie, I was being serious and sincere! Why are you always making me laugh? My mind is already blown away and I thought I had my composure back and you go turning me into a giggling school girl, again!"

She was smiling, and she felt so relaxed, so happy and also excited.

He was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

Up until the moment she had sat down in the Café, the week had been like most others. Long, arduous, high pressure, tiring and at times boring but her work ethic was such that she would often find that she had completed all the tasks required plus many others assigned to her because of others who were less qualified and less motivated to complete themselves.

She would frequently 'scold' herself for being too efficient and to conscientious, reminding herself that she was second in charge of a very large company with a considerable workforce but more often than not, would take on and complete the duties of others only because she then knew that the particular job had been completed and she wouldn't have to worry about checking that it had been done right. Maybe she had a little OCD, maybe she was just super conscientious, or both. In any case, she couldn't change that part of her character.

Clasping both her hands in his he said very sincerely, "I will never apologise for making you smile or laugh or even cry, as long as the cry is from something good of course."

"Of course" she replied, at the same time leaning forward again to kiss him.

On top of so many other incredible feelings, she couldn't get enough of his perfect kissing lips, of his taste and smell and sensuous response to hers. Once again she felt herself drifting off into a sea of sensual, passionate warmth and sweet lust.

"What a masterful, wonderful, perfect kisser he is she thought. Just like she had imagined the Prince would have been in all those childhood fairytales."

Nearly another minute passed before he once again gently broke away but this time his lips did not stray far from her skin. He gently continued kissing her with brief, feather-like touches along the side of her cheek, down the side of her jaw line to the lobe of her ears. Then the kisses became more lingering and defining as he traced a path with his soft lips to the back of her ear and using his left hand to deftly lift aside her hair, along the top of her neck around to the top of the shoulder, also exposed by his strong, slender fingers pushing back the material of her unbuttoned blouse.

Shivers of pleasure raced up and down her spine. Such a divine feeling, she did not want it to stop.

"Ahhhh.... Uhhh.... Ummmmm.... Her body warming and melting under his magical caress. Grinding her upper body gently but firmly back against the seat rest he spoke in a soft but clear voice.

"As I said a minute ago, it's getting late now and we really must get going but because you have distracted me again with your exquisite kissing and incredibly sexy body, I will allow you to have one more orgasm before you go."

Her eyes had been half open and half closed, lost in the pleasure of his touch. Hearing his words she opened her eyes fully and said,

"Oh my God no. No more orgasms, not now... I have to walk back to my car!"