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but down the length of her, imagining her body beneath his.
       “Who wouldn’t?” she said.  “I could stand here all day, wouldn’t get anything done.  This kind of view would be very counterproductive for me.”
       Robert smiled.  Handed her a drink.   “Here’s to you, kid,” he said, lifting his wine glass. 
       Bree smiled, lifted hers, and they clanked. 
       And the evening was just as relaxing for her.  Robert was the perfect gentleman, as he wined and dined her, told silly jokes and laughed at her sillier ones.  It wasn’t until later that night, after dinner, when they were seated on his living room sofa, did what she knew was the point of the evening all along, begin to take shape.
       He had crossed his legs, with wine glass in hand, and was staring at her.   She was up, checking out his CD collection. 
       “Jazz, jazz, and more jazz,” she said.  “Especially Thelonious Monk.”
       “He’s a master,” Robert said.
       “Better than Charlie Parker?”
       “Don’t know if I’d go that far,” Robert said and Bree laughed.  And she sat down beside him. 
       “I like jazz okay.  But I wouldn’t go out and buy any jazz records or anything like that.”
       Robert turned his body toward her, and considered her.  “What kind of music relaxes you?” he asked her.
        “I don’t have a favorite genre,” she said.  “Not really.  I mean, I’m not much of a music person.” 
       “Just work, work, and more work.  Right?”
       “Mostly, yeah.”
       “Too much work, Brianna,--”
       “I know.”
       “So if not music, what do you like to do to relax?”
       The way he was looking at her, staring at her neck, her shoulders, her mouth, her hair, made Bree well aware that his question was loaded for bear.  “Several things,” she said, staring back at him.  The wine was giving her a buzz, and she knew it, was making her too relaxed, too willing to sway to Robert’s faint, but undeniable beat.
       “Name one?” he asked her, moving closer toward her.
       Bree smiled.  She couldn’t think of anything.  “Several things,” she said again.
       “You know how I like to relax?” he asked her, moving closer still.
       She looked at him.  His eyes were by now lust-filled.  “How?” she asked, her heart beginning to pound.
       He sat his wine glass, and hers, onto the side table.  “Like this,” he said as he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her in small kisses, and then in a deep-throated, sensual slather .  He loved the way she tasted, loved the way she made him feel so heady, like no wine in this world could give him this kind of buzz. 
       Bree loved it too, and relaxed in the enjoyment of him. 
       “And like this,” he said, as he pulled down the spaghetti straps of her blouse, as her sizeable breasts popped out into what Robert saw as two beautiful black, juicy bulbs.  He began kissing and licking them, squeezing them and sucking the nipples. 
       Bree leaned her head back, her neck fully exposed, as she felt the sensations rip through her entire body.  He got down on his knees as he continued to kiss and suck her, and began to unbutton and unzip her jeans.         
       She didn’t realize he had already unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants, his penis hanging out in a long, thick, massive erection, and had them bunched down below his knees, until she finally looked down.  He lifted her small body when she looked down, and in one fell swoop slipped completely off her jeans, panties and heels, rendering her entirely naked from the waist down.
       “And like this,” he said as his head moved down and he began to lick and suck her stomach, her thighs, her mound, and ultimately,