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A Midnight Woman Ch. 4
Deanna awoke, lying in the middle of the living
room carpet, with Brian's arm around her. She
carefully lifted his arm and rolled away from him.
She glanced at the clock and it was 3:45. They had
been dozing lazily on the floor for over two
hours.
Deanna stood and looked down at Brian. "Poor
baby," she thought, "he had a strenuous night and
wake-up!" Deanna chuckled quietly to herself. She
grabbed a coke from the refrigerator and sat back
on the sofa in the living room to wait for Brian
to awake. She lit a cigarette and leaned her head
back on the cushion, blowing smoke-rings at the
ceiling.
Brian stretched and lazily opened his eyes,
yawning. "Hey, I must have been tired, I never
take naps."
"I guess I wore you out, huh Bri?" Deanna teased.
"Maybe a little, but I think I'll be okay," he
jabbed back, "what time is it?"
"Quarter to four," she answered. "How about we go
someplace nice to eat, my treat?"
"Sounds great to me, but you don't need to pay,
Dee."
"No, really, I want to. I can afford it, don't
worry about it, Bri." Deanna knew she could afford
dinner and much more, but she wasn't ready to tell
Brian everything just yet.
"Okay, okay, I'm not too proud to take a free
meal. The advertising world must pay better than I
thought. Let me call around and see where I can
get us a reservation. "
Twenty minutes and numerous calls later, Brian
finally found a small neighborhood Italian place
he had been to a few times. He liked it. It had
great food and wine and the atmosphere was very
romantic. Lots of small dark booths for intimate
conversation and a couple of roving violinists
really set the mood.
"Okay, we're all set for 6:00 at Gino's. That's
the only time we could get calling this late.
Anyway, you'll like it, great Bolognese sauce,
almost as good as Mom used to make."
"Ooh, sounds wonderful," Deanna replied, closing
her eyes as she did. "I can still remember her
standing there stirring that sauce and feeding us
spoonfuls 'just to test it', remember Bri?"
"Yeah, she was a great cook. I still miss her a
lot," Brian said wistfully. "I wonder what she
would think of us now, Dee?" His eyes dropped to
the floor.
"Well, I doubt she would approve. On the other
hand, she always wanted us to be happy, and I am
happy, how 'bout you?"
"Yeah, I'm happy, but I still feel a little guilt,
somehow."
"I know you do Brian, but you just have to let it
go. Now we're gonna have a great meal together,
some nice wine and maybe even a little dancing,
Whaddya say big brother?"
"Right," he said raising his eyes to hers, seeing
the brightness there.
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him
full on the mouth.
"Okay then, we've got a couple of hours. Hmmm,
come with me, I've got something I want to give
you." She took his hand and led him into his
bedroom. She pushed him down on the bed and said,
"Wait right here." And she left the room.
Brian sat wondering what in the world she would be
giving him. She called from the hall, "Close you
eyes." He did.
Deanna stood in front of Brian and said "Okay,
open your eyes."
She was standing in front of him, all of her
clothes off, her breasts proudly addressing him
with stiffened nipples, and her hands behind her
back.
"What's behind your back, Dee?"
"These," she said, and held out a pair of men's
silk paisley boxers. She rubbed them against his
cheek. "Nice, huh?"
"Yeah, they feel real soft, but I wear cotton
briefs, I can't wear those."
"Oh yes you can, Brian, and what's more, you'll
love it, because that is not all I'm going to give
you."
"Really, what else?" He looked around the room and
saw nothing new.
"Well, be patient. First, let's get you out of
these clothes." She pulled his sweatshirt over his
head, then leaned forward and sucked one of his
nipples into her mouth, causing him to moan just a
little. They were still sensitive from the night
before.
Then, she untied his shoes and pulled them and his
socks off. She took his hands and pulled him to
his feet. Her hands slipped under the waist of his
jogging pants and pulled them and his white cotton
briefs down to the floor. She softly pulled on
each calf, and he raised his foot in response. She
flung the pants away. Still kneeling, she grabbed
his ass cheeks in each hand and pulled his
half-erect cock to her face. She licked the very
tip, teasingly. Then she stood.
"Hey, what's the deal here?" Brian panted.
"Hold on, big boy, just hold on." She stood and
went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Brian's heart raced a bit faster at the thought of
another shower like the one they had shared that
morning. He followed her into the bath.
"Okay, Brian, sit down." She pushed him onto the
toilet seat. She pushed his knees apart. And then
she reached into her travel case and pulled out a
small pair of scissors.
"Wait a minute, what are you doing?" Brian said,
with some concern creeping into his voice.
"I'm going to shave you, but first I'm going to
trim you down. It will make the razor work more
smoothly."
"Wait, Dee, you mean you're going to shave my
groin? You can't do that, I mean what will I look
like? How could I go to the gym?" Now he was
definitely concerned.
"Actually Brian, that is exactly what I'm going to
do. Cock, balls and all! And you know what, don't
worry about the gym, it will grow back if you want
it to. But, you like how I feel shaved don't you?"
He nodded. She smiled her most wicked smile. "Okay
then, sit still. I want to feel you the same way."
And she began to snip at his pubic hair.
When she had cut it as close as she could, she put
the scissors away and lifted him by the hands.
Then she pulled him into the shower. She kneeled
down and took his cock into her mouth and began to
suck him to full attention. It didn't take long.
"It's easier to shave when it's hard," she
explained, smiling. He wondered how she knew that.
She pulled him from the spray and sat him on the
plastic stool, spreading his legs completely
apart, giving her complete access. Taking some
shave cream in one hand, she used the other to
lather his balls and the space between them and
his ass. Then she lathered his cock, rubbing up
and down as if giving him a hand job. Brian
watched, oddly fascinated, as his whole groin
turned white.
Deanna put the shave cream aside and picked up the
safety razor. She studiously began to stroke away
the short vestiges of hair. She was delicate in
her handling of him. Brian watched in utter
amazement as his groin began to appear from under
the white shave cream, bare as a newborn. The
feeling of the razor sliding across his scrotum
almost made him cum right in Dee's face. But, he
held on and managed to control himself. Finally,
she put the razor down and pulled Brian into the
warm spray. It felt strange, but in a pleasant
way.
Deanna looked into his eyes and said, "Now, let me
see how you taste without all that hair tickling
my nose." With that, she kneeled again and took
his balls into her mouth. He moaned as she rolled
the now hairless pouch around in her mouth. "Oh,
much better," she said releasing his balls and
then sucking his cock through her lips.
She looked up at Brian's contorted face and taking
her mouth off of him momentarily, she said, "It's
okay, Bri, let it go, I know you're ready," and
she sucked him back in just as she felt his cock
begin to tremor. She grabbed his ass and pulled
him to her, slowly allowing his cock to move all
the way into her throat, until her nose was
touching his now bare belly.
Brian practically screamed as pulse after pulse
shot out of him and down Deanna's throat. She held
him tight, swallowing every wave, until she felt
his whole body start to relax. She carefully moved
her mouth to the very sensitive tip of his cock
and just held it there, allowing the last tiny
drops to ooze into her mouth.
Brian shuddered.
"Oh my god, Dee, that was the most erotic thing
I've ever done."
She pulled her mouth from his softening cock and
stood. She kissed him, parting his lips with her
tongue, fucking it into his mouth. He tasted the
last remnants of his own seed. And it tasted good
to him. She stood back and looked down at him.
"Glad you liked it, Brian. Matter of fact, I hope
you loved it. I know I did. By the way, you look
great. Now, you go ahead and finish your shower.
When you come out, we'll put some cream on so you
don't get razor burn. Then, I think you may change
your mind about the silk underwear."
She left the bathroom with Brian staring after
her. Where had his little sister learned all of
this stuff? It was unbelievable.
He finished washing himself, grabbed a towel and
stepped out of the shower. He stepped in front of
the full-length mirror in the corner and almost
gasped when he saw himself. He was as bare as the
day he was born. He cradled his balls in his hand
and was amazed at how soft he was without the
hair. He actually thought it didn't look too bad.
As a matter of fact, he thought his cock looked
bigger, which wasn't all bad.
Deanna stepped back into the room, a towel wrapped
around her. "Well, what do you think?"
"I think I look different, but not quite how I
thought. I actually think my cock looks bigger,
don't you?" To Deanna, he seemed like a little boy
with a new toy.
"You never have to worry about that, Brian, you're
plenty big, with or without hair. Now let's get
some lotion on that 'big' cock of yours." She
laughed.
She pulled a bottle of lotion from her case and
poured it onto her hands. She then applied it all
over his entire groin, not missing a single spot.
She even used the lotion to insert one of her
fingers into his asshole as she massaged the
lotion into him. Unbelievably, he started to get
hard again. She pulled away.
"Whoa, big boy, save that thought 'til later. Now
put these on." She handed him the boxers and he
slid them up his legs and over his hips. They were
cool on his skin and his sister had been right, he
liked the feeling.
"Okay, now leave so I can get myself ready for our
date. By the way, don't worry about calling a cab;
I already took care of it." She stepped into the
shower.
********
Brian was sitting on the sofa reading the
financial section from that morning's paper when
Deanna stepped into the doorway. She looked
stunning in a short black evening dress with
spaghetti straps across her shoulders. Her legs
were covered in dark nylons and she wore spiked
heels. Her long dark hair perfectly framed her
sparkling brown eyes and luscious red lips. "Oh my
god," he thought, "a brother shouldn't think these
thoughts when he looks at his sister." But he did.
"You look unbelievable," was all he could say.
"I feel unbelievable," she responded. "And how are
you feeling?" she asked, looking directly at his
zipper.
"Well, 'smooth' is the word I guess I would use,"
he said, trying to push his growing hard-on to one
side of the boxers. This was a much easier process
with briefs!
"Good, now let's go, our carriage awaits." She
took his arm and they left.
When the two stepped out the front door of Brian's
building, Brian asked the doorman to whistle up a
cab. Deanna stopped him.
"Brian, I told you, I already took care of it,"
and she pointed to a shiny black limousine waiting
curbside.
"We're going in that?" he asked.
"Absolutely, nothing is too god for my big
brother."
"But that will cost a fortune, this isn't
necessary, Dee. I don't want you paying for this."
"Brian, get in, it's no problem, don't worry about
it." And as the driver held the door, Deanna and
Brian got into the backseat.
Brian looked around the plush interior and then
turned to her. "Dee," he started, but she put her
finger to his lips and quieted him.
"Just enjoy," was all she said as she slipped her
arm through his.
The ride to Gino's took about ten minutes. Neither
of them spoke much. Deanna just looked out the
windows at the passing lights of the city and
Brian sat wondering where Dee was getting the
money for all this. Nevertheless, he was enjoying.
"Good evening, do you have a reservation?" asked
the maitre d'.
"Yes, at 6:00 under the name of Sterling," Brian
replied.
"Yes sir, right this way."
He led them to a small booth in a dark cozy corner
near the back. Brian let Dee slide in and then
followed her. The maitre d' gave them both menus
and introduced their server for the evening,
Anthony. Anthony was a very handsome 20's
something young man with an authentic Italian
accent. He asked if they would like a cocktail
before ordering. Brian ordered a bottle of
Chianti. And then they were alone.
"Well, what do you think of the place?"
"I think it is perfect, Brian. I love the
atmosphere. When do the violins start?"
"Not sure, probably a little later. Dee, tell me
what's going on here. I mean the limo, you buying
dinner, and everything."
"Not now, Brian, let's not talk about it now, I'll
explain later." She smiled and then he felt her
hand on his thigh under the tablecloth.
"Name a state," she said.
"What?"
"Name a state of the union."
"Um, Nebraska."
"Wrong," she replied and moved her hand further up
his thigh toward his groin. "Name another one,"
she laughed.
"Boy, that's an old one," Brian said also smiling.
"Yeah, but a good one," said Dee, moving her hand
onto his soft cock.
"You know how you see couples holding hands in
restaurants, Bri? Well, I prefer holding other
things," and she squeezed his balls lightly. His
reaction was that of any normal male: he groaned
and his cock rose immediately to attention.
"There, that's better," she said."
"You can't be serious."
"Oh yes, and as soon as Anthony takes our order,
I'm going to show you how serious I am."
Brian gulped.
Anthony brought the Chianti and two glasses. He
set them down in front of Brian and Deanna and
poured a small taste into Brian's glass. He
noticed that Brian seemed a little nervous as he
picked up the glass and sipped. He also noticed
that Deanna only had one hand on the table. He
smiled at her, and it seemed to him that she
winked back.
"It's fine," Brian said, and Anthony finished
pouring them each a glass of wine.
"Would you care to order now, or would you prefer
more time," asked Anthony.
"Oh, Brian let's order, I'm so hungry, I've just
got to get something into my mouth." Deanna said
it to Brian, but she was looking directly into
Anthony's eyes, smiling. "Order for us Brian."
"Okay," Brian semi-squeaked, as he felt Dee's hand
slide up his now engorged cock, under the table.
"We'll have two orders of linguine with Bolognese
sauce and two Caesar salads, no anchovies for me."
"No anchovies for me either, Anthony," added
Deanna.
"Very well, then." Anthony turned and left.
"Christ, Dee, he knew. I could see it in his eyes;
he knew what you were doing."
"Really? You think so? Well, let's see if he can
figure this one out." Deanna picked up her spoon
and dropped it onto the floor. Quicker than Brian
could imagine possible, his sister ducked under
the tablecloth and was pulling down his zipper,
freeing his swollen cock. And before he could
resist, he felt the velvety smoothness of her
lipstick-covered mouth engulf him. She sucked him
powerfully toward her throat and then drew back,
then sucked him in again. She did this several
times more, bringing Brian to the brink of cumming
and then without warning, she popped back up above
the tablecloth, saying, "Here it is," holding up
the spoon.
Brian was speechless when he heard and saw Deanna
wave Anthony over to the table. "Anthony, I'm
afraid I dropped my spoon and got it dirty, would
you bring me a clean one, please?"
"Certainly, Miss," he said in his charming accent.
"He's kind of cute, don't you think, Bri?"
Brian managed to nod as he struggled to put his
inflamed cock back into his pants. But, Dee knew
what he was doing, and grabbed his hand, pulling
it away from his groin and toward hers. She had
hiked her dress-front up almost to her waist and
she put his hand onto her bare mound. Brian turned
his head to look at her realizing she was wearing
no underwear. She smiled as if nothing at all was
happening. Keeping her hand on top of his, she
began working his middle finger along her
well-lubricated pussy lips. Once his fingers
stopped resisting, she laid her head back on the
seat and looked around the room. No one seemed to
be paying them any attention. That was okay, she
supposed, although she wouldn't have minded if
they had! She grabbed and stroked Brian a couple
more times and said, "Keep this where I can get to
it." It didn't sound like a request to Brian.
Suddenly, Anthony reappeared carrying the romaine
and ingredients to make their salads tableside.
Brian immediately removed his hand from Dee's
pussy and straightened up, his face feeling a
slight blush. Dee, on the other hand, kept her
hand on Brian and started chatting with Anthony as
he prepared the salad.
"What part of Italy are you from, Anthony?"
"Sicily, actually, Miss, er excuse me, maybe it is
Mrs."
"No, it's Miss, Anthony, isn't it Brian?"
"Uh, yes, it's Miss," answered Brian, trying to
regain his composure.
And then they heard the violinist as he moved
toward them.
"Good evening Signore e Signorina, would you care
to hear something, just for you?"
"Oh Brian, it's just like in Lady and the Tramp.
Remember when they were eating the plate of
spaghetti? What was that song, you know, something
about 'tonight is the night, such a beautiful
night'?" Dee looked at the violinist for help.
"I think you mean 'La Bella Notte,' signorina."
And he began to play. Deanna loved that song.
Anthony served the salad onto their plates and
placed them on the table as the violinist finished
the song. Brian handed the musician a ten-dollar
bill. He thanked Brian profusely and moved on to
another table.
"Enjoy your salads, your linguine will be ready
soon." Anthony turned and left.
"Okay, Brian eat your salad. Geez, I sound like
Mom used to!" Dee laughed and stabbed a crouton.
They both loved Caesar salads. Just as Brian put
the last bite into his mouth, Anthony reappeared
and removed their salads. He then placed two
steaming plates of linguine in front of them. He
re-filled their wine glasses and then said, "Is
there anything else I can do for you, right now?"
He looked from Brian to Deanna.
"Not yet," said Dee with a mischievous smile,
which Brian didn't notice but Anthony certainly
did.
"Very good, then, enjoy your meal."
They ate and drank their wine almost in silence,
savoring every bite. At one point, Dee turned to
Brian with a long linguine noodle hanging from her
lower lip. Slowly and almost sensuously she sucked
it up over her chin and into her mouth. "I love
sucking, don't you Bri?" The double-entendre was
not missed by Brian.
"Well, Dee," Brian countered, "that's why it's
there, to be sucked."
"Too bad you didn't have clams," laughed Dee.
They both almost had a laughing fit over that
little sexual reference. The second bottle of
Chianti was definitely having its effect.
When dinner was finished, Dee excused herself and
went to the ladies' room. Brian remained seated
just kind of drifting through the past 24 hours in
his mind. He thought of the unbelievable sexiness
of the entire time, of the erotic nature of the
relationship developing with Deanna. How would it
go forward? Where would it go forward? Did he want
it to go forward? So many questions unanswered.
"What the hell," he thought, "I'm not gonna worry
about it now." He took a big gulp of Chianti and
refilled his glass.
While she was in the ladies room, Deanna pulled a
small notebook from her purse and scribbled a note
on it. She put the notebook back away and looked
into the mirror at her reflection. She touched up
her lipstick, fluffed the flip of her hair and
smiled back at what she saw. She was irresistible
and she knew it. She was having fun.
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