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My Fall To Grace
Chapter One - The Beginning
Grace smiled mischievously as she gazed downward, catching my eye for the
briefest of moments. I'd been orally pleasuring her for at least an
hour, providing her so many sensual orgasms that it was impossible to
keep count. The only sounds heard were Grace mewing and groaning as I
ministered to her fervent and, apparently, unquenchable desires. The
only words spoken were of encouragement - Grace urging me onward and
deeper.
"You're very good at that Danni," she cooed.
Pausing briefly to acknowledge her compliment, I breathlessly replied,
"Thank you."
"I hope you weren't planning to stop any time soon," she smiled with a
lustful gleam in her green eyes that I'd never experienced from a woman
before.
"Um Um," I responded, resuming my efforts, lapping at her soft, wet,
velvety smooth vagina, her pungent aroma strong from multiple, flowing
excretions. I couldn't believe my good fortune to be positioned as I
was, between the thighs of the most beautiful woman who'd ever given me
the time of day. If she wanted me to keep going, I was going to honor
her wishes.
Only our second time in each other's company and, already, I was sharing
this most intimate pleasure with Grace. I'd only met her the previous
weekend during a Happy Hour at a popular singles bar just down the street
from my law firm's office, only a few blocks from the White House.
I'd tagged along with a few of my workmates the previous Friday after
work. I was sipping a glass of cabernet when a gorgeous brunette wearing
a tight sleeveless black dress squeezed in next to me at the bar. As I
turned to see who was pushing me aside I accidentally bumped one of her
boobs with my elbow. Embarrassed at my faux paux, I apologized
profusely, although, I could hardly be blamed for not avoiding such large
protrusions. She was quite well endowed.
Seeming to take pleasure in my discomfort, she graciously accepted my
apology. "That's quite alright," she spoke with an unmistakable air of
confidence. "Perhaps you'd like to make up for it by buying me a Cosmo?"
she suggested, her eyes twinkling devilishly.
Like a fool, I could barely speak, as I stuttered, "Su, su, sure. I'd be
ha, ha, happy to."
She signaled the bartender and ordered a Cosmo, saying, "It's on him," as
she pointed her thumb toward me.
I could barely get my bearings. I suddenly felt faint. No one needed to
tell me that this stunning woman was way out of my league. I'd have done
just about anything she asked for a mere moment of her attention.
I ended up buying Grace several Cosmos that evening as, to my surprise,
she stayed at the bar next to me as we chatted about what we each did for
a living and other small talk about events and happenings around the
Nation's Capital. A few of my friends from work grinned at me from
across the bar, mocking me by licking their lips, indicating that they
saw me hitting it off so well with such a beautiful woman.
As last call was announced, I felt sick to my stomach. I didn't want the
evening to end. I'd never enjoyed myself so much at a bar. I wanted to
ask for her number, but couldn't get up the nerve. As I tried to form
the right words on my lips to ask, she saved me the trouble. As she
swallowed the last sip of her Cosmo, she handed me a napkin with a number
written on it. "Call me Danni?" she asked.
I was stunned! This gorgeous creature actually wanted to see me again.
Reduced to stuttering again, I could just get out, "Su, su, sure," as she
turned and sauntered out of the bar, the eyes of nearly every male in the
place watching her hips sway. I didn't even care that she'd just called
me Danni, instead of my actual name, Dan.
I was on Cloud Nine the rest of the weekend. I know that it may sound a
little perverted, but I masturbated several times as I fantasized about
making love to Grace.
I could barely concentrate at work the following week. All I could think
of was Grace. I wanted to call her in the worst way, but was afraid that
she wouldn't even remember me. I never had been very good with the
ladies, and Grace just seemed so out of reach to me. I couldn't bring
myself to dial the number she'd given me, though I'd carried the napkin
around in my pocket all week.
On the following Friday I was sitting at my desk drafting a will for one
of my biggest clients when my computer rang out, indicating the arrival
of an email. The name attached to the message was one I did not
recognize - gaandrews.
I'm usually cautious about opening email from unknown senders. Our law
firm network had been hit by a major virus the year before that wiped out
a lot of our client information. I didn't want to be responsible for a
repeat. But something made me open this one. It was from Grace!
"Danni - are you one of those guys who says he'll call a girl, but never
does? I told you to call me. Call me. Now! G." It didn't sound like a
request.
My stomach was turning somersaults. She really wanted me to call her! I
had her number memorized from looking at the napkin untold times during
the week, trying to get up the nerve to call. Not giving myself time to
chicken out, I immediately picked up my handset and dialed her number.
She answered on the first ring.
"Danni?" was the soft response. Then quiet.
"Ye, ye, yes?" I replied.
"Were you going to blow me off?" she challenged me in a sugary sweet
voice.
"N, n, no," I tried to defend myself.
"Right!" she declared teasingly. "But I had to track you down," she
stayed on the offensive.
"S, s, sorry," I mumbled. I knew that I probably sounded like a complete
buffoon. "Ho, ho, how'd you get my email?"
"You told me where you work. Remember? I assume you know that your firm
has a website," she mocked me, as though I must have been a fool to not
be able to figure that out. "So, were you really going to call me?"
"I, I wa, wa, wanted to," I continued to stutter. "I, I ju, ju, just
wasn't sure you'd really want me to. I'm really sorry."
She paused, and then, with a pouty tone, said, "I guess I'll forgive you
this one time. So, did you miss me?"
Without thinking, I confessed, "You're all I've thought about all week."
"Oooh! Really?! I like that! Any naughty thoughts?"
"Er, n, n, no," I lied, afraid to tell her the truth - that I'd
masturbated several times thinking of her.
"That's too bad," she pouted. "I've thought of you too. So, what are
you doing tonight? Do you have a date?"
A date? Me? That was a laugh. "N, n, no. I don't have any plans.
Yet," I added, so I wouldn't seem too pitiful to be planning a Friday
night alone.
"Yet?" she asked playfully. "Would you like to remedy that?"
"Uh, uh, wo, wo, would you like to go out for drinks? Or dinner?" I
asked her.
"Hmmm....let's see if I'm free," she coyly replied. She paused for a few
moments as she pretended to check her schedule. "It appears that I can
fit you in. Okay! How about meeting me at Zelda's? On Wisconsin?
About 8?"
Taken aback by her forcefulness, I could only answer, "Su, sure. I can
meet you there."
"Good! See you then." And she abruptly hung up - just like that.
I was stunned. I still couldn't believe such a beautiful woman would so
much as look crossways at me. It wasn't that I was ugly or anything. It
was just that I was rather ordinary - average looks, average height,
average build. Most women who looked like Grace seemed to gravitate to
men who were more, well; manlier than me is the best way that I can
describe it.
Once I got over the shock of her forward approach, I looked at my watch
and realized I was going to have to hustle to get home, showered, changed
and down to Georgetown by eight o'clock. I quickly saved the will
document I was working on. I'd have to come in on the weekend to finish
it. I shut down my computer and bolted for the door. I hurriedly walked
to the Metro at L'Enfant Plaza and grabbed the Yellow line to Alexandria.
The Metro was packed at that time on a Friday afternoon, so I had to
stand, but at least I knew I'd get out of the city in a hurry. Still, I
knew getting to Zelda's by eight was going to be tight because of evening
traffic leaving D.C. I quickly showered and scanned my closet for the
right outfit. I decided upon dressy casual, as Zelda's was an upscale
restaurant. Next I had to drive to Georgetown and traffic was still
hectic. I was pushing it as I searched for a parking space off of
Wisconsin Avenue, never an easy feat.
By the time I got to Zelda's it was ten after eight. As I approached the
maitre'd I noticed Grace sitting at a very private table for two in the
corner. I advised the maitre'd that I would be joining the lady in the
corner.
Grace was scanning the menu, sipping a glass of Chardonnay as I walked
up. She glanced up, saw me, quickly cast an eye toward her watch, and
said, "Hmmph! I was wondering if you were going to stand me up."
Pulling out my chair, I said, "Oh n, no - not at all. Traffic was just a
bear and I couldn't find a parking spot. I'm really sorry."
"Maybe you should have left sooner," she came back, clearly perturbed at
my brief tardiness.
I was thrown off by her reaction. Admittedly, I was late. But it wasn't
as though it was thirty minutes or anything. But all I said in response
was to reiterate how sorry I was.
She looked like she was considering my plea and then said, "It's okay
Danni." Then she teased, "You can make it up to me later."
Before I could say anything our waiter brought Grace another glass of
Chardonnay and brought me a glass of Merlot.
Seeing my confused look as I received a drink I had not asked for, she
explained, "When you were late I took the liberty to order for you
Danni."
"Oh!" I said. "Well, thank you."
Grace raised her glass and toasted me, "Cheers!"
We clinked glasses and I responded, "Cheers!" as I took a sip of wine.
"Mmmm. That's nice," I exclaimed.
"I'm glad you approve," she answered with a tone that made me wonder
whether she really cared whether I approved or not.
I was feeling pressure to warm her up and so I apologized again for being
late.
"Really Danni," she assured me with what sounded like a slight tone of
annoyance. "It's okay. Let's just move on, shall we?" Changing
subjects, she smiled at me and said, "Sooo, you say you thought about me
all week? But were afraid to call me? Why? Do I frighten you?" she
gently prodded.
I laughed and said, "It's not that you frighten me really. But do you
have any idea how beautiful you are? I'm still trying to figure out why
you gave me a second glance."
Loosening up, she laughed easily and said, "Oh Danni! You're funny!
Thank you for the compliment. But don't sell yourself short. I find you
very attractive."
Her infectious laugh made me feel more comfortable and I raised my glass
and said, "I'll drink to that!" and we both laughed.
The rest of our meal was delightful. We talked about our respective
weeks and shared stories about our past. Grace was the administrative
assistant to a powerful oil industry lobbyist from Texas. He came to
Washington frequently and relied heavily upon Grace to keep his District
of Columbia office functioning.
Before I knew it, we'd nearly closed the restaurant down. I was about to
signal for the check when Grace beat me to it. "I've got it," she
insisted. "After all," she pointed out for emphasis, "I had to contact
you to get you to ask me out," reminding me that I'd been too timid to
call her.
As the waiter was running her card, she reached across the table and
gently touched my hand. "I live just around the corner Danni. Would you
like to walk me home and come up for a nightcap?"
"Uh, sure," I stammered. I had not expected to go to her place on our
first date, but I wasn't going to refuse her invitation.
After our waiter brought her a receipt, we stood to leave, and for the
first time I saw the skirt she was wearing. She wore a very short
leather mini-skirt and dark black stockings with a seam down the back.
She also had on a pair of high - probably five inches - black heels. The
consequence of the heels was that Grace stood at least three inches
taller than me. The height contrast was sharp. My look of embarrassment
was plainly evident as she said, "I'm sorry Danni. I didn't realize
these heels would cause me to seem so tall."
Recovering quickly, I replied, "It's, it's okay," I lied. Truthfully, I
felt like a little boy standing next to her. I could feel the eyes of
the remaining patrons upon us as we walked out together.
Walking down busy Wisconsin Avenue, I felt extremely self-conscious, as
it seemed to me that everyone we passed looked at Grace and her "short"
escort. I couldn't wait to get to her place - out of public view.
Grace lived in a tower apartment building facing the Potomac River. We
entered the lobby and the doorman greeted her, "Good evening Miss
Andrews."
"Hello Walter," Grace cheerfully responded. "You keeping everyone
straight tonight?" No effort was made to introduce me and Walter barely
acknowledged my presence.
"Absolutely!" he answered, clearly taken in by Grace's beauty and charm.
I was quickly learning how easy that was to do.
He summoned the elevator for us and punched Grace's floor, stepped back,
and said goodnight as the doors closed, giving me my first feeling of not
being stared at as Grace's diminutive date.
As the doors closed, leaving us completely alone for the first time ever,
Grace turned toward me and moved closer. Looking down, she smiled warmly
and said, "You know Danni, I really like you."
I shifted uncomfortably under her towering gaze and replied, "I, uh, uh,
really like you too."
"Are you ready to make up for keeping me waiting tonight?"
I gulped. She seemed very serious. I answered, "Uh, I, I guess. Do you
have something in mind?"
"We'll think of something," she giggled, as the elevator stopped and the
doors opened to the penthouse.
"Wow!" I declared, and then uttered the understatement of the evening.
"This is amazing!"
"Yes. It is. Isn't it?" she acknowledged, as if it were really no big
deal.
"Make yourself comfortable Danni," she said as she walked toward her wet
bar and began opening a bottle of champagne. Turning on some New Age
music, she brought me a glass of bubbly and invited me to join her on a
love seat on her outdoor patio. It was a beautiful night - no clouds -
lots of stars twinkling in the sky. We clinked our glasses and quietly
sipped our champagne. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure that I
wasn't dreaming. After a few minutes Grace declared, "You know, I love
the way heels look, but they can sure make your feet sore."
I just murmured, "Yeah! I bet."
"Do you know what would be great?" she asked.
"No. What?" I replied, unaware that I was being set up.
"A foot massage," she stated.
I didn't answer, as I didn't realize at first what she was getting at.
After a moment, she pressed on, "Would you mind Danni?" she asked, gazing
in my eyes with a look of wanting. "Giving me a foot massage? Please?"
she asked.
She was serious. I didn't see how I could refuse her. This was
obviously my "make up" act of contrition for being late.
Acquiescing to the inevitable, unless I wanted to pour water all over a
perfectly good evening, I said, "Okay."
"Awesome!" she squealed joyfully.
I was still a bit confused as she leaned back and stretched her feet out
in front of her. Did she expect me to get on my knees before her? When
I made no move to begin, she glanced down at her feet as if to say, 'Yes
Danni. On your knees,' and so that is what I did.
I first removed one, and then the other heel. Her stocking covered feet
were smooth, shiny and slippery. There was a slight aroma from her feet
being confined all evening in the warm leather spikes.
I'd never given anyone a foot massage before, so I wasn't sure where to
begin. I decided to simply start rubbing and kneading her right foot,
and as I did, I could feel the tension begin to drain out of her. She
sighed as she leaned back and exclaimed, "Oh Danni! That feels
wonderful!"
Suddenly quite pleased with myself that I could have such an effect upon
this most beautiful woman, I began massaging first one, then the other
foot, in earnest. My singular goal became to earn more praise from Grace
for this simplest of tasks. I didn't even care that I was holding her
somewhat smelly feet in my hands. All that mattered were the sighs and
moans coming from her. For her part, she leaned back in the love seat,
closed her eyes, and softly, erotically, voiced her satisfaction at my
efforts.
As she relaxed, her legs went limp and her thighs began parting right
before my eyes. She was wearing stockings attached to a garter belt, and
that alone was arousing enough. Few things were more sexually arousing
to me than a woman wearing sexy lingerie. But as her legs opened, the
crotch of her white lace panties was in full, unobstructed view. As
Grace's eyes were closed, I found myself staring at her most intimate
place, unconcerned that she would be aware that I was doing so, as long
as I was massaging her feet.
I don't know how long I'd been staring, entranced at her dark mound
showing through the sheer, white lace, when Grace's voice interrupted my
reverie. "Do you like what you see Danni?"
Caught! Oh no! She caught me staring at her crotch! How could she
have?! How could I let this happen? Her eyes were closed! I was tongue
tied in the worst way. "Uh, uh, wh, wh, what? N, no!" I squeaked,
suddenly losing control over my voice. "I mean, er, I, I'm so, so
sorry," I exclaimed frantically. Damn! I couldn't believe she'd caught
me.
"It's okay Danni," she softly assured me. "I really don't mind. I was
only wondering if you liked what you saw."
"Uh, okay," I said stupidly. I didn't know what to say. I looked down
and away from her and resumed her foot massage. Why did she keep calling
me Danni anyway? And why hadn't I corrected her? My name was Dan!
I fervently attempted, by resuming her foot massage, to divert her from
further discussion of my staring at her crotch. In a few moments, she
slid her left foot between my legs and gently pressed upward against my
crotch, rubbing against my penis.
"Danni?" she whispered. Avoiding her eyes, I continued massaging her
foot. "Look at me Danni," she softly commanded.
Ashamed at what I'd been caught doing, I reluctantly, but obediently,
looked up.
"It's okay," she emphasized. "Really! What kind of man would you be if
you didn't like to look at a woman there?"
I said nothing. I didn't know how to respond. I continued rubbing her
foot as she continued to stroke me with her other foot. My penis was
throbbing.
"Would you like to see more Danni?" she asked, almost teasingly.
I was nearly in lockdown I was so embarrassed. Staring dumbly, I
couldn't form the words to answer.
"Danni? Did you hear me? Would you like to see more? It's okay
sweetie. All you have to do is ask."
I hesitated, then stammered, "Ye, ye, yes. I would."
"You would what Danni? You have to say it," she insisted.
I looked into her penetrating, controlling eyes. "Yes. I'd like to see
more."
"Danni," she said softly. "You'll have to be more specific dear. More
what?"
Confused at what she wanted from me, I tried again. "May I see your
vagina?"
She laughed. "My vagina!" she snorted. "Is that how you think of it
Danni? Is this a class in human anatomy? Or are we a man and a woman
who want to be intimate? Come on Danni! You can do better than that!
What is it that you want Danni?" she cajoled.
Still embarrassed, I tried yet again. "M, may, I s, see yo, your pu,
pussy?"
"Mmmm," she cooed. "My pussy? You want to see my pussy? That's more
like it! What else do you say?"
Confused, I looked at her for some kind of clue. She just looked back
blankly, waiting for me to figure out the right thing to say.
Finally, I asked, "May I please see your pussy?"
"There!" she declared. "You do know how to ask politely. Your mother
must have raised you right. Yes! Yes you may Danni." As she spoke, she
stretched her legs out, inviting me to remove her panties.
She watched me intently as I decided how to proceed. Hands trembling
now, I reached under her skirt and took hold of her pantywaist. Looking
for her to give me a signal of some kind that it was okay to keep going,
she nodded, "Go on. Remove them Danni."
I slowly began pulling them down her thighs. She was watching me
struggle with the task. I was enthralled by the intimacy of the act. As
I revealed her neatly trimmed brunette bush, I noticed the glistening
wetness. Her pussy lips were full and engorged. She was as excited as I
was! Thank goodness!
As I finally removed her panties, my eyes glued to the V between her
legs, I hesitated. She smiled at me and said, "It's okay Danni."
I looked at her, confused again. 'What?' my expression implored.
"Sniff them Danni. You want to. Go on. Do it."
How did she know? No matter. By then, I was completely under her spell.
I didn't hesitate. I lifted them to my nose and softly breathed in her
scent. Mmmm! It was heavenly! The gusset of her panties was soaked
from her excretions. The aroma was strong and bitter and yet, also
pungently sweet. The unmistakable smell of a woman's vagina, with a
sleight hint of urine.
Holding her pretties to my nostrils I breathed in deeply. I momentarily
forgot that Grace was watching me.
"You really like that, don't you Danni?" she interrupted my reverie.
I looked up to her. I was embarrassed to be caught so absorbed in
sniffing the crotch of her panties. I could only nod in response to her
query.
"I thought you might," she continued. "Would you like more?" she asked.
I looked at her quizzically. What was she saying? Was she inviting me
to get closer to her pussy? I didn't want to assume anything and maybe,
in the process, upset her.
As if reading my thoughts, she lifted her butt off of the love seat,
deftly pulled her skirt to her waist, leaving only the erotic frame of
her garter belt, then settled back down and slowly, yet deliberately,
opened her creamy thighs wider. The result was the open display of her
full, pink love nest. Wordlessly, she beckoned me closer with a crook of
her finger.
Mesmerized, I inched closer upon my knees, and slowly let my nose be
guided nearer to her nether region. The closer I got, the stronger the
scent became. I moved within a fraction of an inch and inhaled deeply.
Ahh! Heaven! I couldn't believe my good fortune. I don't know how long
I kneeled like that, alternately breathing in her bouquet, followed by
exhaling my warm breath upon her sex.
Intoxicated by her aroma, and not thinking of the consequences, I
extended my tongue and just barely grazed the center of her flower. When
I did, she tensed momentarily, as an involuntary moan escaped her lips.
I quickly pulled back, afraid I'd gone too far.
But she didn't say anything. Emboldened by her apparent acquiescence, I
did it again. This time, unmistakably, she demonstrated her approval.
Almost imperceptibly, she moved closer, causing my tongue to slightly
penetrate her. From there I took over, as I began to probe her,
alternately kissing her with my mouth and penetrating her with my tongue,
French kissing her pussy. I tried to vary my approach, gently sucking
her engorged clit between my lips every few minutes. Each time I did so,
I was rewarded with a shot of her girl cum. Grace seemed content to
permit me to pleasure her for as long as I seemed willing.
That's how things proceeded up to the moment she first interrupted my
efforts as she spoke, declaring, "You're very good at that Danni!"
That's how I found myself, for the first time, in the penthouse of the
most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, on my knees, worshipping her
womanliness in all of its wonder. Yes - worshipping her. To me she was
a goddess for whom I'd do anything. At least, at the moment.
I began lightly, softly caressing her precious jewel with my tongue. I
could feel her begin to relax, no further external orgasmic reaction
emanating from her. I was in love. Beyond salvation in love. I looked
at her angelic face, so peaceful and serene. Her breathing became deep
and rhythmic. It was then that I realized that she'd fallen asleep while
I licked her. Not certain what I was supposed to do, I stopped for a
moment and sat back on my heels. My unsatisfied erection had been
throbbing the entire time. Until now, I'd given little consideration to
my own pleasure. But now I felt the first sensation of soreness
resulting from withheld release. What should I do? I dared not wake
Grace. I was a guest in her home and she had fallen asleep on her
balcony. While I was orally pleasuring her. I decided to try to move
her to her bedroom. I carefully lifted her in my arms, her dead weight
difficult to manage, but somehow I was able to get her inside and onto
her bed. I covered her and then stood back and gazed upon the sleeping
beauty. I wanted so badly to take off my clothes and join her in her
bed, but was afraid she might find that presumptuous. Instead, I quietly
backed out of her room and, reluctantly, left Grace's apartment. Thus
ended our first date.
I said goodnight to Walter at the door and walked alone down the deserted
streets of Georgetown at three in the morning, found my car, and drove
home, still not believing what had happened. I wanted relief from my
hard-on in the worst way, but I'd denied myself for so long that even
touching my penis hurt. Instead, when I arrived home I opted for a cold
shower and then went to bed. Exhaustion finally caught up with me and I
fell asleep, dreaming of Grace.
The next day I woke up and went to the office to finish my work from the
previous afternoon. Concentration was difficult, but I managed. I
wondered whether I should call her, but found myself again filled with
self-doubt. A ring interrupted my ruminations. An email from gaandrews.
There was no hesitation this time. I quickly opened the message.
"Danni? Where did you go? Did I fall asleep? I'm so sorry baby. I
hope you were as satisfied last night as I was. You were amazing! Have
a good week. I'll see you next Friday? Hugs, G."
Next Friday? Oh god! I began counting the minutes then and there. I
was both elated and crestfallen. Elated that there would be a next time.
Crestfallen that she didn't seem the least interested in seeing me before
next Friday.
I clicked 'Respond' and began composing a reply.
"Dear Grace, Last night was the most amazing night of my life. You
looked so peaceful when you fell asleep that I couldn't bring myself to
disturb you. I can't wait until Friday. Hugs, Danni."
That's right. I signed it using the new pet name she'd given me. I
didn't care what she called me, as long as I could be with her.
Within seconds I received a reply from Grace.
"Me either. I have a surprise for you. Will talk to you later. Have to
run to meet a friend. Hugs, G."
A surprise? Oh my gosh! Now I was really going to be a wreck this week.
What more could she surprise me with?
And that was how it all began.
Lizbeth
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