A Last Unveiling Ch. 01
Keywords: 01, A, Unveiling, Last, Ch.,
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It was definitely the way she looked. The first time Tim saw Adrianne, he thought it was that tall, slim actress from "Meet Joe Black" - Claire Something. When she stood, she was tall enough, slender enough, long legged enough, but when she walked toward him, he knew it couldn't possibly be her.
Nobody that beautiful would want to approach an overweight, 42 year old, nearsighted accountant. She smiled at him though, and it was enough to get his prick rising fast.
"May I sit with you?" she asked, and Tim nodded. It was all he could manage. She sat, and then he remembered he should have shot to his feet and pulled her chair out for her, but she didn't look concerned with that. She introduced herself and started asking Tim about himself, and her voice, the low, soft, warm tone of it, captivated his heart.
Her beautiful bare shoulders and the plunging neckline of her short dress captivated other parts of him however! Then she asked if he were married or had a girlfriend and Tim admitted he had neither. No prospects either. He told her no one ever really noticed him, never got close to him and never made him feel as comfortable talking as she did. That last part Tim instantly regretted saying, knowing it sounded foolish. But the girl didn't seem to hear it. She just sat there across the table from him, gazing into his eyes the whole time; a small, subtle smile on her lips. Tim knew that nothing could possibly happen, none of his fondest fantasies at any rate - not even giving her a shoulder massage or foot-rub - but it was nice to actually have someone sitting there, listening to him. But as he gazed back at her his mind did much.
He imagined her topless. Her beautiful face and long neck swept down to her incredible shoulders and then below. Just like that actress, she had small bosoms, very slight - just mounds really - and he liked that. He'd seen earlier that her waist was very narrow, her hips smooth and sexy, but not overly wide. And the slinky dress she had on left nothing to the imagination anyway, as far as overall contour was concerned. He imagined her naked, smiling like she was, warm and friendly like she was, but with her eyes fixed on him and her smile widening as he came out of the shower and approached the bed. He blinked. She had just said something.
"Hm?"
"I asked," Adrianne whispered, leaning forward over the table, "...if you would like to come back to my place...." Tim was instantly depressed. She was nothing but a hooker. Nothing she said, no interest she shown in him, had been genuine. He knew he never had a chance with someone that beautiful, but he could have gone on quite awhile fantasizing if she hadn't popped that one particular question. Wanting suddenly to go some place and cry, he took a breath and popped his own question, just to end things the quicker.
"How much?" he said, smirking, but the girl's eyes widened in surprise. Then the lower lids came up in a pained, hurt expression.
"...I'm not a prostitute." she stated, and started to get up. Tim now wanted his heart to stop so he could die and be done with it.
"I'm," he began. "So terribly sorry! It's just that someone as beautiful as you - how could you be interested in someone ugly like me?" The girl stopped and turned. She was tall and gorgeous, with long legs and a terrific ass. Tim wished he could remember her just that way and not remember everything else that was most likely going to pour out of her mouth - not without justification, of course. Instead the girl turned and sat once more.
"You're not ugly!" she hissed at him, her eyes flickering left and right, conscious of the rest of the people in the crowded bar, but then her smile returned. "I mean I have to say it's a backhanded compliment to be called a professional, but...I live alone like I said. I was alone and felt lonely and stupid and ugly and unwanted, and--"
"--Wait now," Tim interjected. "You - ugly? Are you kidding me? Unwanted? How can you even say such a thing? You're like this incredibly beautiful woman - who looks like that actress What's Her Name - and...how could anyone not want you?" She glanced nervously away, then down, her smile gone.
"I just am." she whispered. "That's the way I feel. But I saw you, and thought you looked friendly and so I came over. I mean, I don't need money that badly, you know? My apartment's not big, but it's neat and clean and nice. And...I just...well, I didn't want to spend tonight alone, is what I guess I'm getting at. And the other thing is, even if you are married or have a girlfriend or whatnot, I don't really care, you know? I mean, I don't expect anyone to want a relationship with me. I just...need to be with someone...."
Tim knew if the conversation went on any longer, he'd spurt in his pants. Just that simple. To hear such soft, earnest, self deprecating words coming from such a beautiful mouth was heartbreaking, but more, it gave him hope that perhaps things might work out. He leaned forward, put his hand lightly on hers, and nodded. Ten minutes later they were leaving the crowded, noisy club together, hailing a cab, and heading back to her place.
That first night Tim got to see just about every part of the girl's body, and every part was as delicious as he'd imagined. She was so silky smooth all over, so curvy - so gorgeous - he nearly ejaculated three times before she had even gotten on the bed with him. Just seeing her undress was excitement enough, especially when she removed her shoes and stockings and then her bra. Her legs, her feet were the kind he dreamed of, in shape and proportion and overall look. And then she was crawling toward him on hands and knees wearing just her G-string and again he thought he was going to burst.
He'd wanted to give her a shoulder massage or a foot rub, but she had denied him that, telling him to just sit and let her do everything. The way she'd said 'everything' had made his dick stick up in his BVDs, but now he didn't have them on and his dick was simply sticking up. He felt a pang of unease; he wished he were better looking; he wished he had a bigger cock; he wished he wasn't so overweight and flabby. But then she was there, sitting on his thigh, long legs wrapped around him, kissing him. And the way she sat, his dick poked right up against the underside of her right thigh. He thought he was going to soak her right then and there, but then she giggled and pushed him back and got off to the side. She went back to kissing him and when she began kissing his chest, he turned and looked at her body.
Her tits were so beautiful. So flat but beautiful and shapely now that she was leaning over him. Her nipples were hard, hard like fingertips, and the rest of her! His eyes ran down her curving side, over her ribs, over her hips. She was kneeling, leaning over to kiss his belly now but the fear of exploding the moment her face got too near his cock was overcome by the interest he had in her legs.
Her thighs were smooth and creamy soft; he found this out by running his hand gently over the one nearest him. But it was firm too. Firm and shapely and smooth. She stopped kissing his ribs and looked back at him, grinning ear to ear. Then she went back to kissing and he went back to looking and touching.
Her calf was the same. Long and beautiful and silken. Her ankle was narrow and the foot attached was so gorgeous he had instant thoughts about simply putting his dick on it and rubbing back and forth on top of it until he came. He'd dreamed of something like that, imagined and fantasized about it for years, and now...it might just happen. But now the girl's soft, kissing lips were down past his navel and Tim knew he was going to spurt prematurely and ruin everything. Things always got ruined that way - if they ever got that far. Twice it had gone off unexpectedly and the girl he'd been with had chuckled sarcastically and gotten up, gotten dressed, and left. But this girl suddenly lifted up, moved down, and then bent over again to kiss his thighs! It was as if she knew! Tim breathed a sigh of relief but his eyes now welcomed a sight of a slightly turned-away Adrianne; an angle which allowed a partial view of her lovely ass - and the bottoms of her feet!
Staring, he could not help but smile. Her feet looked soft and sexy; no tough skin or thick calluses. He reached out but couldn't quite touch them, and so satisfied himself with just looking.
It was nearly enough.
But then her lips brushed down over his ankle, his right one as she was on his right side, and then touched his instep. He thought he was going to spurt straight up in the air - perhaps leaving a wet mark on her ceiling from the expected force of it - and quickly tried to move his foot away. Her hands caught it and held it down, and she continued silently licking and kissing his foot until Tim had to sit up.
"I'm going to come into thin air if you keep that up," he said softly, and she stopped and looked back at him. Now that he was sitting he could see her back and shoulders as well as her hips and ass and soles, and for a moment he decided he could look at that particular combination of things for the next ten years. She smiled back at him over her shoulder.
"Sorry," she said. "I...just got carried away. But if you did come, it wouldn't be so bad, would it?"
"But then I wouldn't be able to please you," Tim argued.
"You've already pleased me," she said, and Tim also decided that he could very easily fall in love with her. Then she turned her head, opened her mouth and pursed her lips down around his great toe. Tim fell back gasping. He put a forearm over his eyes. He opened his mouth wide and gasped again. His heart raced, his dick throbbed, and then the girl, the wonderful, beautiful lookalike to that actress, went to his second toe, then the third and fourth and fifth, and then went to his other foot and started doing the same thing! It was pure torture, but Tim loved it. The hardest part was just laying still and not doing anything, but finally he lost that battle, reached out, grabbed Adrianne's left foot and hauled it toward him.
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Keywords: 01, A, Unveiling, Last, Ch.,