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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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