The Garage...

A fantasy by Clarkson for Anh...

Weve been out to a Black Tie affair, a charity ball for a homeless womens shelter here in Houston. You looked so very elegant in a black dress with a silver sash. Your beautiful hair up with a few little wisps falling down so perfectly...

Ive been chasing them around all night as I kissed your neck...

I love that sensual kiss, the way a womans neck is, the little hollow above your collarbone.

Youve been leaning into me all night and me you. Our hands discovering each other all over again.

Your sweet scent fills the air and is driving me, my passion for you. My wanton desire burns so hotly for you...

Its almost over and we decide to leave, to sneak away before the crowd swamps the valet. Were not so lucky, the OTC reception ended just a few minutes before and its a 30 minute wait for the car... I realize that you have the other key in your purse so off we go into the depths of the parking garage. Its dimly lit and above us you can hear the sounds of tires squealing and men running back and forth. At the ramp I make a guess, up or down? Down I think, we werent early and the upper spaces were probably filled. 4 levels down we walk into the dim darkness. 3 times we stop and kiss.

I can feel your warmth against my leg.

You kiss me as a woman starved, stealing my breath each and every time.

Our tongues battle the other, a pair of snakes searching... Once, as we kissed a car drove by, you pulled away almost embarrassed. I pulled you back, my hands in the small of your back. Trapping you against me. I stole that kiss and kept it for myself. Savored it like fine wine, the taste of you...

On the 4th level we find the Jaguar. Parked in a dark corner...

As I look for the keys you set the bottle of Dom P. Champagne you won in the silent auction on the hood of the car. I stop and look at you. Your beauty and so sensual way. I love that about you, this sexy sensual elegant way you have about yourself. The way you dress, your voice, your touch, the way you walk, the way you kiss me. I think what a fool he was to not understand this womans needs, her desires. I stop opening the door and turn to you. Just looking at you for a few seconds.. As I step forward, the champagne falls from the car. You scream and I catch it just before the ground. As I do the neck taps the pavement and breaks off. A shower of champagne covers us both. Your dress is soaked, the outline of your nipples perfectly clear in the nights air. We laugh for a second as I take off my dinner jacket to cover you. We kiss, this one with pure burning desire... Your beautiful sitting on the Jags hood, wet with champagne, your hair half fallen free. I kiss you again and you reach for me, feeling the growing hardness against my leg a moan escapes your lips as I reach for your breast, my fingers find your hard nipples a moan again from your sweet lips. I revel in it, that driven passion taking me over so completely.. As I pull you close, I can feel the heels of your shoes against my leg. Your hands in the small of my back pulling me toward you, wanting me.

My hand runs up the inside of your thigh.

Past the top of your thigh high stockings and presses flatly against you. I feel you, your desire, the hot wetness that drives you, your on fire now and so am I. I dont care where we are, or who will see us, I only want to taste you now...

My lips encircle your left nipple, my fingers exploring you, that slick wetness that dives me so... You gasp for a breath as I pull your dress up, my tongue finding your belly button and snaking inside. I stay there but only for seconds I have to taste you, your sweet musky sent is mixing with your perfume, its driving me wild! My tongue finds your tan line and follows it downward.

You legs open to me. You know where Im going, the soft sexy inside of your thigh. Your hands in my hair guide me there. I cant get enough of you.

The way you taste to me is so perfect...!. The slick wet way you are.

This is why I am a man and youre a beautiful woman, to experience this passion and wanton desire, to share this with each other. Just pure pleasure, gifts given... You moan aloud for a few seconds then push me away, you kneel in front of me as I lean back against the car.

I give way now and allow you to completely swallow me. Ive the bottle of champagne still in my hand, I pour some over myself as you savoir it this time. The sweet silky taste, the way it feels as you drink it down. I cant take this much longer and I want you so badly. Car tires squeal above us, and you pull away Against the Jags hood, you lean back and I take you completely.. As deeply and swiftly as I ever have, your legs about my waist. Those heels of yours digging in the small of my back.

My hands on either side of you.

Youre there now, so close! The flat of your palms pressing against my chest. Silently telling me to never stop...

Weve found our rhythm and its now all about our pleasure, and the inevitable perfect moment were going to share.

You stare at me in silence, your eyes wide and your biting your lower lip. I can see it start in your eyes, I can feel it begin somewhere so deeply within you, your silent lips quiver now, little gasps of words, something, you dont even know what youre saying... Im past my point of no return. Our moment begins so perfectly, your heels and hands in the small of my back pulling me to you.

My lips kiss yours our tongues begin the battle once again.. Breathless now, we stare into each others eyes and let the world around us melt away, only our souls know the moment truly... Pure, raw, and only us at this moment.

Not a breath taken for over 90 seconds. Who cares what was heard in the dark of the parking garage... Our screams and moans of pure pleasure, we just shared it.. So perfectly, and its ours to keep! You laugh first followed quickly by me. Guess wed better go I say...

Only if theres more like that when we get there... Your perfect answer! I laugh again. Yes well, Ive only just begun with you tonight..