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                           º    "ATLANTA" by Night    º
                           º         SAGA #1          º
                           º    Written by Atlanta    º
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     "Good afternoon, Atlanta -- Houston here.  The eagle has landed.
     Suite four three zero.  Would you care to join me for dinner, shall
     we say, sevenish?"

     Pulling into the parking lot at ten minutes of, I quickly glance
     at the rear view mirror, checking my hair and makeup.  Upon opening
     the vehicle door, I step out and adjust my dress and slip, pick up
     my purse and proceed to the main lobby.

     I ask the concierge to announce my arrival to you via telephone and
     upon your obvious request, he relinquishes the handset to me.  I hear
     your soft voice say, "Good evening, Atlanta -- Houston has a surprise
     for you.  Would you please join me in my suite momentarily?"

     The elevator swiftly deposits me to your floor and presently I am
     at your suite door.  My legs feel rubbery -- as if they could
     buckle beneath me if I stand there much longer.  Taking a deep
     breath, I rap lightly upon your door.

     Your warm smile, twinkling eyes and soft voice  greet me with
     "Hello, Atlanta", as you usher me inside.  We exchange pleasantries
     as you pour us each a glass of a Late Harvest Riesling that's been
     chilling.  The table has been set, presumably by room service, for
     a quiet candlelight dinner for two.  A single yellow baby rose bud
     adorns my plate as we sit to dine.  I thank you profusely and reach
     across to touch your cheek with my trembling hand.  As my fingers
     trail down your cheek, you grasp my hand and gently kiss my
     fingertips.  You whisper that the rose is simply your way of saying
     "thank you" for being there -- taking that first initial step back
     to what I once was.  The tenderness of the moment brings tears to
     my eyes.

     The candle flickers gently as we dine.  Soft music plays in the
     background.  The world outside has become distant to us both as we
     look into each others eyes.  The food is literally ignored as we
     search each other for a clue as to what to say or do next.  I am
     drawn nearer to you by your gentleness and the sweet softness of
     your voice.  Our bodies have moved closer together to where our
     shoulders and legs just touch.  The feel of your body next to me
     and your soft laughter are intoxicating.  I feel as if I'm twenty
     again.  I feel so vibrant...so alive.

     Ever so carefully, you put your arm about my shoulders and lightly
     caress my shoulder and the hollow of my neck.  Gently you cup my
     chin in your hand and slowly kiss my lips -- briefly -- then again
     with a little more pressure.  I can feel the urgency within you,
     yet you still maintain your composure -- a rare gift.  As I slowly
     open my eyes, I become lost once again in yours.  You quietly
     suggest we retire to more comfortable seating arrangements and
     leave our now-cold, half-eaten dinner as is.  With one breath, the
     candle is extinguished.

     Holding your hand and carrying my lovely rose, I allow you to lead
     me into your bedroom.  Soft lighting illuminates the room to reveal
     a bath to one side, dresser, king size bed and sliding glass doors
     leading out onto a balcony.  I walk out onto the balcony as you
     leave me momentarily saying you'll retrieve our wine glasses.  The
     lights of the city flicker in the distance and there is a nip in
     the air.  You return shortly, setting our glasses and remaining
     vino on the dresser in passing, joining me on the balcony.  You
     notice that I am trembling slightly and reach out with your gentle
     touch to caress my back and shoulders.

     Slowly we face each other and embrace for the first real time.
     Cupping my chin in your hand, you tip my head back until our lips
     meet in a long searching kiss.  Gently stroking my back, you kiss
     me longingly -- making me gasp for breath.  I tremble again and you
     whisper into my ear how much warmer you desire to make me feel.
     Taking me by the hand we leave the balcony behind us.

     Upon entering the bedroom, the music can be heard once again --
     "Unchained Melody", in fact -- and you ask me for this dance.  Our
     bodies press closely together moving slowly in time to the music
     and your lips gently nuzzle at my neck and shoulders.  Continuing
     to sway with the music, you carefully turn me around in your arms
     and begin nuzzling the back of my neck and shoulders.  Your hands
     at my waist slowly begin a journey upward to cup my breasts.
     Instinctively my body presses back against yours and I am filled
     with tremors of excitement as my nipples begin to harden with each
     adept caress.  Your warm breath on my neck and shoulders bring me
     to goose flesh.  I can feel your own arousal -- your need -- your
     longing -- as you press against me.

     Turning to face you, I raise my head once again so that you may
     taste my lips.  Your tongue tentatively flickers to explore my
     mouth more -- drinking in its nectar.  Very gently you take my hand
     and lead me over to your bed.  Easing me down beside you, you set
     the rose still in my hands aside and cup my face once more, kissing
     me deeply.  Gradually we fall back upon the bed, our bodies pressed
     against each other, sharing intimate caresses and hungry kisses.

     My body aches for more of you.  I press harder against the length
     of you, discarding my heels in the process.  Cautiously, I reach
     up to remove your tie and unfasten several shirt buttons.  Taking
     further initiative, I gently kiss your face, eyes, caressing your
     beard, gently nibbling and nipping as I wend my way downward.

     Brushing your face gently with my soft curls as I nuzzle your neck,
     I slowly begin to trace a path down your chest with gentle kisses
     and nips, encircling your nipples with light flickers of my tongue.
     But before I can go any further, you gently push me away and say,
     "Atlanta, please, I cannot control myself any longer.  If you don't
     want this to go any further this evening, then we need to stop
     now!".

     Your consideration of my welfare and feelings is so touching.  When
     I look into your eyes I can see your longing, yes, but also the
     genuine affection you truly feel for me. I feel safe, warm and
     urgently need to feel your arms about me again.  As I rise from the
     bed to a sitting position, I lean over to kiss your lips again and
     whisper, "I'll be right back", in your ear.  You watch as I pad
     softly over to the bath, closing the door behind me.

     While shedding my clothes and the majority of my undergarments, I
     look at the woman in the mirror and shudder, wondering if she can
     please the man in the next room and be able to feel the pleasures
     he so desires to bring to her.

     After a few minor adjustments and another deep breath, I re-enter
     the bedroom.  A single light on the bedside table illuminates the
     room now and I see that our glasses have been placed upon the
     bedside table as well.  The bed has been turned down and yet
     another yellow baby rose bud, along with the first received at
     dinner, lay upon one pillow.  As I walk softly to the bed and
     roses, clad only in a satin slip, I sense your presence.  You
     envelope me within your arms and I can feel the warmth of your bare
     chest against my back.  You whisper that the second rose is for
     "taking the second step toward becoming a sensuous woman once
     again".

     As the tears fall softly onto their petals, you hold me closely,
     caressing me gently.  Turning me toward you, you once again ask me
     if I want to stop -- I whisper, "No, I want to try.".

     You remove the flowers from my hands and lay them upon the little
     table, quickly returning to hold me.  Your next embrace and kiss
     are overwhelming.  I feel somewhat faint.  As I sit down upon the
     edge of the bed, you ask if I'm alright.  "Yes, I'm fine, but
     perhaps I should rest for just a moment?"  You ease me back upon
     the soft clean pillows, prop my feet up and then sit beside me.

     Leaning over me you gently stroke my hair, face, shoulders and the
     satin of my slip.  Your fingers trace patterns over the material
     covering my breasts, making my nipples ache with need.  Carefully
     pulling the fabric aside, you expose a nipple.  With great
     anticipation I feel your warm breath and tongue as you draw it into
     your mouth to suckle.  I can feel your hand slipping up my inner
     thigh in search of other hidden treasures.

     You sense my uneasiness and ask why I am trembling.  A quick glance
     toward the beside light and you immediately rise to turn it off,
     knowing that it's the nakedness of my body for the first time in
     the light that makes me feel uneasy.

     As my eyes begin to adjust to the new darkness, I feel your body
     slip onto the bed beside me, turning me toward you for yet another
     warm embrace.  Our lips meet, part and tongues entwine.  Your hands
     caress my back in a gentle motion through the slinkiness of the
     satin.  Our bodies press closer and closer together as we roll with
     one another about the bed.

     In one fluid motion, I am astride you.  Your hands reach upward to
     caress my breasts as my own find comfort in the warmth of your
     chest.  The satin slip rides up about my waist and hips.  I am
     uneasy at first -- wondering if the weight of my body is too much
     upon yours.  But your fervorish caresses upon my hips, thighs and
     buttocks urge me to remain as I am.

     Nestling my nose in the hollow of your sternum, I can smell your
     masculinity.  My fingers trail from your cheek to your chest in
     liquid motion.  My mouth and lips seek yours again and again.  My
     nipples ache and loins grow more moist with each kiss and caress.
     My body trembles with excitement.

     With a moan, you gently roll us onto our sides again and press the
     full length of your body against mine, kissing my lips and face and
     neck.  Your hands cup my breasts firmly and my hand trails down to
     your belt buckle.

     Sensing my intrepidation -- and urgency -- you stop what you are
     doing to aid me in my task.  You leave me momentarily to remove the
     remainder of your clothing -- the sound of the zipper, rustle of
     fabric, jingle of keys and coinage.

     In an instant you are standing beside me, drawing me upward to
     stand within your embrace.  I feel your hands beneath my slip
     caressing my buttocks and thighs.  As your fingers untie the straps
     of my slip, it falls about my feet in a swirl, to be forgotten
     until some time later.

     Your hands and fingers caress my bare flesh.  I shiver with
     anticipation -- excitement -- and fear.  A gentle pressure upon my
     shoulders tells me to sit again upon the edge of the bed.  Bending
     over, you seek my mouth in yet another soul-searching kiss.  Easing
     me back against the bed, you trail kisses down my neck, shoulders,
     breasts and ribs.  Your hand gently glides up one soft thigh
     seeking the steamy wetness of my passion -- your fingers probing
     deeper and deeper with each gentle stroke.

     You murmur my name as you drop to your knees, spreading my thighs
     apart in the process.  I feel your warm breath and tongue slowly
     kissing my inner thighs as you work your way upward.  I tremble
     with excitement as your tongue encircles that magical button and
     your fingers continue to explore and caress.  Shudders of ecstasy
     fill my body.  My fingers gently entwine themselves in your hair
     as your tongue proceeds to flit about, teasing and tantalizingly.

     I can feel the warm tingle beginning at the back of my knees.  Soon
     my toes begin to curl and I know I'll soon explode into orgasm.
     Sensing my need, you launch me into ecstasy -- warm wave after wave
     enveloping my body.

     When I am finally able to open my eyes, I find you standing at my
     feet looking down at me with a wonderfully warm smile upon your
     face,  Sitting up on the edge of the bed my hands reach out to hold
     you closely, feeling the softness of your stomach, tautness of your
     buttocks and surging need within inches of my face.  Your fingers
     gently tousle the curl of my short hair as I kiss my way downward.

     As I hesitate, you tip my head back and say softly, "Atlanta, you
     don't have to do this now if you don't feel like it.  I understand
     and it's alright.  We've got plenty of time for this another day.
     It's okay."

     I hold you closely about the waist, pressing my face firmly against
     your stomach.  Tentatively, I slide my fingers up the inside of
     your left leg and thigh, eventually cupping your jewels in my hand.
     My fingers gently encircle the shaft of your fervent desire and
     caresses it from top to bottom.  A shudder goes through me again
     as I bend my head to take you into my warm wet mouth...inch...by
     inch...by inch...flickering my tongue along the length of
     it...nipping the head gently before it returns to the warm recesses
     of my mouth.  Soon I've established a rhythm to my madness and can
     feel you throbbing with each stroke.

     Suddenly, you force me away -- force me to stop -- you can't take
     any more or you'll explode!  And if you're going to do that, then
     you at least want the pleasure of burrowing yourself deep within
     me first.

     "Atlanta, I want you so badly.", you whisper into my ear as I stand
     in your embrace.  You kiss me longingly once again -- I can taste
     myself upon your lips as you can taste yourself upon mine.

     Holding the covers aside for me, I slip between the cool clean
     sheets of the bed.  I hear you softly pad to the other side and sit
     down upon its edge.  A drawer opens.  There is a rustling noise as
     you find what you are groping for and finally the sound of the
     drawer being re-closed.  I suddenly realize what you are doing.
     You're being the responsible partner you said you would be.  You
     promised you would take care of our "safe sex and no unwanted
     pregnancy needs", and you kept your word.  Your kindness and
     sensitivity is truly overwhelming.

     Soon you are once again embracing me and kissing me passionately.
     I can feel your hardness pressing against me as we roll about the
     bed once more.  Pulling me on top of you again, I position myself
     to accommodate your eagerness.  You tell me to relax and gradually
     ease myself down, taking in only what is comfortable.

     I'm tight -- God, am I tight -- all my muscles have constricted.
     It's been so long. It hurts -- but it's pleasurable pain.
     Gradually I begin to relax and enjoy the motion.  I can feel your
     hands grasping my buttocks, spreading them further and further
     apart so that you can penetrate my pulsating cavern even deeper.

     My breasts bounce with the motion of our rhythm.  You catch a
     nipple lightly with your teeth and pull me forward into your arms.
     I've begun to get the warm tingling sensations in the back of my
     knees again.  Our bodies meld together in succession as we stroke
     each other.

     The warm tingling sensations continue to overtake me and I know I
     won't be able to hold it back much longer.  I bend over to kiss
     your lips again and whisper to you of my pending orgasm.  You kiss
     me again and whisper "Let's both go for it, Atlanta."

     Our strokes increase to a near frenzy.  The sensation is too much
     and my toes begin to curl.  A moan escapes my lips as you grasp my
     nipples tightly between your fingers.  My hips continue their
     thrusting motion with yours until I can go no longer.  I close my
     eyes and allow myself to ride with every wave.

     Within moments I hear you moan and feel you thrust upwardly into
     oblivion once more.  Our orgasms are intense.  Minutes later, you
     still continue to throb inside me and my body quivers with each
     quake.

     Later, you excuse yourself to the bath.  There is the sound of
     running water -- the shower, I presume.  Instead, you come back to
     me with a warm wash cloth and dry towel with which you cleanse me.
     When finished, you pull the covers up over my body, kiss my lips,
     then offer me a sip of wine from my glass.

     After discarding the linens, you re-join me in bed -- cradling me
     in your arms.  We lay there for what seem to be hours quietly
     talking -- sharing intimacies -- kissing -- touching.  You ask me
     about my daughter and I tell you what time I should be back for
     her.  You nestle me in your arms, kiss me gently and tell me to
     sleep now.

     I awake to your touch -- a gentle kiss -- and the aroma of fresh
     coffee being poured.  As I sit up in the bed I suddenly remember
     my nakedness.  As I grope for the sheet to cover myself, I look
     down to find my slip already covering my breasts.  How did you
     manage it?  You see the look of bewilderment upon my face and grin
     from ear to ear.  You set the tray down on the bedside table and
     offer me a cup, with cream and sweetener, just as I like it.  How
     did you know?  And as I sip my coffee, you gently sit beside me on
     the bed and lay three yellow baby rose buds across my lap -- the
     third rose being because I have "become a sensuous woman once
     again".

     As the tears of happiness fill my eyes, you take my cup from me and
     hold me closely in your arms --  your lips seeking mine.

     And as the sun begins to rise, we make plans for another afternoon
     and/or evening of tenderness.

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