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Subject: Master Wade's Latin Lust
Date: 8 Oct 1995 09:43:35 GMT
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MRWADE.135                                        By Master Wade







                           Latin Lust



                           Chapter Six





     Anna Maria had no problem finding Paul's apartment.  The

building itself was a prominent feature of the city skyline, and

the parking deck elevators deposited their passengers just a few

feet away from the main entrance.

     It was a beautiful new building, built on a steep rise which

almost certainly had been used in more primitive times as an

outlook from which Confederate soldiers, and before them native

Americans, had looked out across the James with an anxious eye.

Every riverfront apartment above ground level had a view unequaled

in the city.

     The firm had been involved in securing this property for the

developers, and the full partners had taken a share of ownership in

return for their work.  Paul had elected to purchase one of the

southeast condominiums with his interest, and as Anna Maria would

soon see, he had chosen excellently.

     The elevator was fast.  She could feel its speed as it whisked

her to the thirty-fifth floor, and its movement only stirred

further the butterflies she felt inside.  The doors opened to a

large lobby fed by hallways running east and west, hallways which

were much wider than she was accustomed to seeing even in the

largest of hotels.  As she drew nearer the southeast corner the

doors on each side changed from single doors to double doors of

elegant design, a change which she assumed meant she had moved from

a series of apartments to a section which was all condos.  Paul's

condo was the last one on the right, and Anna checked her makeup

quickly before raising the heavy brass knocker to announce her

arrival.

     Paul greeted her warmly, dressed in a tan pair of twill chinos

and an eggshell-white cotton sweater.  He looked younger in the

more casual clothes, not that it mattered, but it was her first

time to see him in anything other than the suits he wore to work.

She began to realize that Paul was one of those men who looked good

in anything they wore.   She was sure that in his younger days he

could have easily been a model, his picture appearing in Esquire,

or GQ, or any number of other magazines with ads for men's

fashions.

     Paul led her through the short hallway to what he called the

"Great Room".  It had seemed an odd title until they entered it.

She was immediately taken by its size.  Much larger than the

largest room in her house, the room was all windows on both the

south and east walls, making it appear even larger, especially

since there were no curtains at all on the windows.  It seemed

almost as if they were suspended there in space, hovering above the

rest of the city and the winding river below.

     Paul, or his decorator--and Anna wondered immediately which it

had been--had done a fantastic job with the room, choosing large

solid pieces of furniture which were not dwarfed by the big room

with its high ceilings, and which were clearly masculine in their

effect.  It was an eclectic mix of classic styles, each piece a

treasure in and of itself, which combined to provide a wonderfully

inviting space in which she felt immediately at home.

     "Oh, Paul!  How beautiful this is!  I didn't expect it to be

so nice.  This is truly wonderful."

     "I'm glad you like it.  I was anxious for you to see it, and

I confess that's one of the reasons I suggested we eat here rather

than going out."

     Anna looked at the impeccably set table which sat along the

south wall of windows.  Two small but tasteful candelabra flickered

their candlelight on the dark warm wood.  Fresh flowers,

beautifully arranged, sat between them.  China, real silver,

crystal, cloth napkins.  No restaurant in Richmond could have been

any nicer.

     "I'm glad you did," she said, impulsively standing on her

tiptoes to kiss him quickly on the cheek.  Paul was one who seldom

lost his composure, but her youthful innocence and zeal continually

caught him by surprise.  The quick kiss was unexpected and

delightful, but it took him a moment to recover.  By the time he

had, Anna was moving around the room again, running her fingers

along the fabrics and smooth finishes of the furnishings, looking

at the paintings on the walls, picking up framed photographs and

other personal items that gave the room such a personal feel.

     Paul watched her, delighted at seeing her in his own private

world.  She moved with an easy grace, the slightly flared hem of

her short dress swirling slightly as she walked, providing him with

the most revealing view of her legs that he had thus far known.

     "The dress is perfect, Anna," he said.  "You look wonderful.

Much different than at work, but not a bit less enchanting."

     Anna turned to face him and struck a comfortable but effective

pose which made it clear she was posing, but which was so natural

that it was obvious she was only being herself.

     "It isn't too long?  I had others that were shorter, but you

said comfortable, and this one is very nice to wear."

     "No, I love it.  You'll wear a shorter one for me another

time, won't you?"

     "I'll wear anything you want," she said, her eyes burning into

his.  Her frank honesty was powerfully erotic, especially because

it was so inseparably coupled with her innocence and youth.  It was

almost as if she was saying to him, "Yes, I am young.  So young

that I am almost virginal.  But `anything' means exactly that, and

you cannot impune more seriousness to it than I intend."

     A timer went off in the kitchen.

     "The rolls.  Can you fix us drinks at the bar, while I get

them?"  It was excellent timing.  Another minute or two of her

unpretentious teasing and dinner would have turned into breakfast.

     The bar was an antique, a relic from a time when craftsmanship

came cheap.  It was large and in any other room it would have been

much too dominant.  Here it was a perfect accessory, the warm brass

foot railing, dark wood, and gilded mirror all a wonderful splash

of color and texture against the stark white walls.

     Guessing, Anna poured two fingers of Jack Daniels straight-up

for Paul, and half-filled a wine glass from a crystal decanter for

herself.

     "Need any help?", she asked, setting his drink on the island

counter in the very modern kitchen.

     "You can butter these while I put the rest of the food on the

table, if you like," he said, sliding the rest of the delicious

looking rolls into a napkin lined wicker basket.

     He sipped his drink, somehow not totally surprised that she

had known what to fix for him.  He was beginning to find their

mutual intuitiveness more normal than not, something he had

experienced in the past, but never with anyone her age.

     Dinner was delightful.  Anna Maria had never known a man who

took more care in the preparation of a meal.  Every dish was

visually appealing and wonderfully delicious.  With every taste of

his cooking and every word he spoke, she felt him gathering her to

him more closely.  It was almost as if he were reeling her in,

drawing her effortlessly into a relationship from which she would

never wish to escape.

     When dinner was over and they had worked together at the

kitchen duties, Paul fixed another round of drinks.  He picked up

what appeared to be a remote control device and Anna watched with

amazement as the lights dimmed and as what she had taken to be a

solid wall of glass on the south wall of the room parted, opening

to a balcony which ran the entire width of the room and wrapped

itself around the corner of the building.  He took her hand and led

her out onto it, the warm summer breeze licking at her naked thighs

and reminding her of how quickly she could become nude.

     They stood at the railing looking out over the city, the

sounds of the traffic far below muted.  She could see the lights of

the cars moving across the bridges, and off to the right in the

distance, the bell tower in Byrd Park, backlit by the orange glow

of the still-setting sun.

     Paul spoke softly of his past, telling compelling stories of

his childhood, his college years, and his career.  He felt a need

for her to know him, for her to know and understand all the pieces

of the puzzle that had made him what he was.

     Anna Maria listened intently, marveling at his ability to

capsulize the highlights of a lifetime in such an entertaining way.

She knew he was leaving out details that she would also want to

know, but he was painting a portrait of himself that allowed her to

see him more clearly than ever before.  She loved what she saw.

     When it was her turn, Anna shared her own story, eager for him

to understand her with the completeness that she now felt in her

understanding of him.  Her story was naturally much shorter, and

she had purposefully, although with a tinge of regret, left out her

involvement with Betty.  As much as she wanted Paul to understand

and accept that part of herself, she would not endanger her

relationship to him by confessing it until she was sure it was the

right time.

     When she reached the end of her story, Paul gently took the

drink from her and set it on the railing next to his.  Turning her

to face him, he held her head in his hands and kissed her mouth

softly.  Anna Maria slid her arms around his neck, returning his

kiss with genuine passion, her body melting in his arms.  Never in

her life had she felt more swept away, more filled with love and

desire for another human being.  Not even in her dreams had she

imagined a moment like this, or a man like Paul.

     Paul felt himself grow hard as he sensed the burning passion

in Anna's kiss.  She pushed her hips at him, acknowledging and

accepting the erection that forged its place between them.  He slid

his hands down her back, cupping her asscheeks, gathering the

fabric of her dress and raising it so that he could feel the silky

panties which so tantalizingly covered her nakedness.  Sliding one

hand under the waistband, Paul slid his middle finger along the

crevice of her ass, feeling her grind her hips gently against him.

He grazed her anus lightly with his fingertip, feeling her move her

feet apart slightly to open herself further for him.  Bending her

backward slightly, he reached between her legs and felt her wetness

envelope him, a soft moan escaping from her lips into his mouth.

     Almost as quickly as he had entered her, he withdrew his

fingers, sliding his hand back out of her panties and dropping the

hem of her skirt.  Gently, he broke their kiss and held her by the

shoulders, looking deeply into her dark eyes.

     "You must go now, Anna.  You must understand that I have never

wanted anyone more in my entire life, but you must go."

     "But I want you too, Paul," she said, certain he only needed

a word of confirmation from her, yet confused that he had not

sensed the totality of her surrender to him already.

     "I know.  And we will have each other.  Soon.  But not

tonight. Don't ask me to explain, or argue with me.  I won't have

it."

     Anna sighed heavily, wanting to understand, but totally

incapable of it.  She looked deeply into his eyes, wanting to be

sure that he was as serious as he sounded.  Finally, she slid her

arms from around his neck and fighting back tears, stepped out of

his embrace.

     "When will I see you again?", she asked, turning to look out

over the city.

     "Sunday night.  Pack enough clothes to stay two weeks."

     Anna's dismay turned to delight as she realized the error of

her fears.  She was full of questions, not the least of which was

why he had specified two weeks, but she would certainly not

question him.  It was enough to know that he did in fact want her,

and that they would soon be together again.

     "I love you!", she exclaimed, pouring herself into his arms

again and kissing him feverishly.  No man had ever had this effect

on her before.  Even his firm denial of her immediate desires had

excited her.  It was clear that he would have her on his own terms,

and that those terms would prove to be more powerfully erotic and

wonderful than anything she could have devised, or indeed imagined,

on her own.

     Anna Maria was oblivious to the traffic and the passing

scenery as she drove home.  The entire evening was becoming a blur

for her, a delicious memory almost too wonderful to be anything but

a dream.  She wanted desparately to call Betty and to tell her all

that she had experienced, and yet there was a deep need within her

to hold it all inside unshared, to hug it tightly and let it simmer

inside herself.

     In the darkness of her room, unable to say with certainty how

many orgasms her almost violent self-manipulation had brought her,

Anna Maria fell asleep, knowing that her world would never be the

same.



Continued in MRWADE.136...



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