Washington D.C. Series 4:1 - Getting Ready for the Party

Eva laid her hand on Brent's knee. He had been nervously fidgeting beside her. She glanced over to see him playing with the tight collar of his shirt. She smiled warmly at her and he nervously laughed and let his hand fall on top of hers. Eva was a bit nervous as well, but she didn't want to make Brent seem any more uncomfortable than he already was.

Eva had discovered earlier that week that Brent had never been invited to an evening like this either. He knew Ms. McCabe has hosted events like this before but she had never taken Brent as her escort for the evening. Eva pressed him for any details or rumors he may have heard, but he heard none. The idea of the extreme secrecy had Eva excited.

They began their evening about two hours earlier. Brent had arrived at Eva's to gather the outfit which Eva had picked out for him and escort her for the evening. He smiled brightly when she presented his gift, a large box with a red ribbon on it. With the enthusiasm of a child at Christmas, he tore into the box smiling broader as he discovered its contents. He pulled out a crisp white tuxedo shirt first, tailored to fit him perfectly. The tie was underneath and he laid them on the bed beside him. Giving Eva another brilliant smile he pulled out his trousers. The black leather crinkled softly as he lifted them from the box. His eyes twinkled as he examined the discreet snaps that ran along the sides.

"Just in case I need to remove them quickly?" he mischievously asked.

"No," Eva replied with a smile on her lips, "in case I need to remove them quickly."

Brent laughed and ran his hands over the leather. He then put them down on the bed beside him and began to undress. Eva never tired of seeing his naked body. As Brent discarded his clothing, Eva wandered over to him. Her hands ran over his bare chest while Brent shed his jeans. Her mouth moved to his and she kissed him greedily. He gasped at her passion, not anticipating the hunger in her kiss. His hands moved around her waist, pulling her to him. It was a strong movement, powerful in is meaning, but Brent knew it wold be Eva who decided where it went next.

Eva's hands snaked down between his thighs and felt his cock beginning to stir. It was a cock that had rewarded her with so much pleasure over the past few months and she wanted him. She backed away though, knowing their night hadn't even begun yet. Eva had no idea what to expect and didn't want Brent to be overspent before they even began. Eva kissed him softly and stepped from his grasp.

"Get dressed lover," she said gently, "we have a full evening ahead of us and I have a sneaking suspicion that it will involve plenty of that later."

Brent sighed softly and set to work on his clothes.

"Wait," she said, stopping him and looking at the fabric still restraining his cock, "remove those first. I want easy access to you tonight"

Brent return her gaze and stripped off his boxers before stepping into the leather pants. Eva had guessed right at the size. They fit him perfectly. A pleasant smile crossed her lips as he spun around for her. His ass looked even better when clad in leather. Eva nodded her approval.

"Come here lover," Eva motioned to him to come to her. "Help me with my dress."

Eva led her robe slip from her shoulders exposing her naked body. Brent sucked in his breath slightly. It appeared as though he too never tired of seeing her.

"The dress is in the closet," Eva said as she motioned to the door.

Brent picked it up and brought it to her. The red sequined gown was heavier in his hands than he anticipated. Eva lifted her arms slightly and he slid the gown over her shoulders and down her body. The deep V in the front plunged down below her breasts and the fabric clung to her curves, accenting her generous breasts and svelte hips. Brent smiled widely as he looked her over. She was so beautiful like this.

"And my stockings," she said in a tone verging on wicked.

Eva knew his weakness. He loved the feeling of her legs in the soft silk of stockings. He loved that spot where the stocking ended and her flesh began. He loved feeling the silk slipping against his as Eva tighten her thighs around him. Brent cock stirred once more.

He took the stockings from Eva's hands. Kneeling down at her feet, he gathered the first stocking in his hand. Gently lifting her foot to his knee, he slipped the socking over her toes.

"Be careful not to tear them," Eva warned as Brent began slowly sliding the stocking over her calf.

He nodded in response and continued his slow climb up her leg. His breathing was slightly faster as his hands caressed her. The stocking inched its way further as Eva pulled her dress out of the way for him. The high slit along the side made it easy for Brent to reach all the way up her thighs. As he reach the top of the stocking, he let his hands linger over the soft flesh still uncovered by the silk. He looked up to Eva for permission to go further but he saw none.

"And the other one," she whispered.

Brent dutifully picked up the other stocking and began sliding it up her other leg. He was visibly uncomfortable now. Eva could see his straining cock pressing against the leather covering him. The leather did not have the give of regular fabric and she knew his cock was pressed tight to him. She felt a surge of arousal as she watched him. She hadn't planned on allowing Brent any pleasure until later, but she was rethinking that decision now. As Brent's hands slid up her thigh, he again looked up for permission. This time she gave it to him.

With a soft sigh of relief, he let his hands move up further along Eva's thighs. Her soft skin always aroused him. Eva smiled again, musing over her lover at her feet. He was always eager to please her. How would he be tonight? Eva helped him ease the dress up exposing her naked cunt to him.

He moaned softly and continued to move his fingers over her thighs. They teased her just as she was teasing him. Slowly, Brent leaned forward and kissed her thigh. Soft lovely little kisses bestowed upon his lover's flesh. His lips made their way up her thighs, his breath warm against her. Her flesh was hot and his lips felt cool against her skin.

Eva felt his knees tuck between her ankles and she allowed him to spread her thighs. His lips brushed over her soft curls as she pressed her hips to him. Slowly, he tongue probed her soft moist flesh, caressing over her clit. Eva let out a gentle gasp as his tongue swirled lightly around her. Her hands dropped to his hair, tangling her fingers through it. He breathed hotly against her sex and swirled his tongue again. His fingers slid easily through her wetness as he made his way between her delicate folds.

Eva's knees grew weak but he steadied her with his other hand. It cupped her ass and brought her closer to him. Brent licked along her slick flesh, moving back and forth from her clit and the wetness pooling between her thighs. Eva opened herself up for him, allowing him to delve his tongue deep inside her. He was purposely moving slowly, purposely torturing her, building her up. Eva didn't mind this time, she reveled in his touch. His tongue moved over her clit again as his fingers slid inside her. They slid in and out rhythmically, gaining speed slowly as her hips pressed to him.

Eva felt a warm trickle spill from her as Brent moved his tongue back down to her cunt. A throaty groan escaped his lips as he licked her again. It was too much for Eva. She needed to cum. Her fingers tightened in his hair and pulled his face to her once again. Brent groaned. A hand slid back down her stockinged leg and wrapped around her ankle. Steadying her, he lifted it up over his shoulder. A low moan escaped Eva's lips as Brent's tongue found her again, pressing into her with a new intensity. His fingers has better access now and he slowly thrust them deeper inside her, fucking her now. Eva rolled her hips and her fingers gripped his hair tight, willing him to make her cum. Pleasure eased through her as his tongue swirled and sucked at her clit. Her back arched as he gently pulled her clit between his teeth. Over and over, swirling, licking, sucking at her as his fingers slid in and out of her, fucking her.

Waves of pleasure poured over Eva, flowing through her body. Short little gasps escaped her lips before letting out a sharp cry as her orgasm washed over her. Brent held her tight as her legs trembled with the force. Slowly, he pulled his face back from her and looked up. His lips and chin glistened with her juices. He grinned at her, taking pleasure in know he had pleased her. Eva smiled back at him.

"Come here," she said huskily, "I want to taste me."

Brent eased himself from her and slid up her body. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pulled her close. As their lips met, a rush of warm moved through them both. His mouth covered hers and their tongues mingled. Eva could taste the sweetness of herself on his tongue. Her hands snaked behind his head and drew him closer. The kisses became deeper, hungrier and their bodies pressed tight together. She could feel his hard thickness against her and knew she wanted more.