There was an amber glow on the ceiling from the logs that were burning brightly in the fireplace.There was an amber glow on the ceiling from the logs that were burning brightly in the fireplace. It warmed me with its radiating heat as I sat on the floor before it. I slowly sipped the wine which he so readily poured. It was sweet with a robust aroma that was clouding my head and thoughts. I watched him as he turned to place another log on the fire. Who was he? I only met him this morning. We talked briefly at our chance meeting while browsing the shelves at a local bookstore. He was strong and muscular. Tall, about 6 feet, with sandy brown hair. I suppose I was attracted to him, for when he asked me to his place for a glass of wine, I readily accepted. As I sat there before the fireplace in his den, my thoughts drifted to this afternoon, of the private moments I enjoyed as I prepared for this evening. I recalled having completed my shower and feeling warm all over as I passed the soft towel over my naked body. Standing naked before my mirror, I admired the shapely form of my body. My rounded well proportioned breasts were firm with large cherry-red nipples. Looking down, I could just see the glistening folds of my vaginal lips, through the dusty blonde hairs of my pubic mound. |