The restaurant Ben chooses is beautiful. It’s not huge and not overly expensive, but the food is excellent, and he has booked us a niche where we are very private.

Soft music drifts around us, and the staff are lovely; all smiles and courtesy as they bring the food and wine before they vanish discreetly while we eat.

A couple of hours comes and then goes, drifting by in a pleasant mix of chit-chat, good food, and better wine.

As we finish the coffee, Ben says, “Can I walk you home again?”

“Of course you can.”

We stroll through the dark streets, the summer air warm and fragrant. Ben slips his fingers into mine and we stroll along, holding hands.

On the doorstep, he hovers and then, without asking, embraces me. Unlike the first time on my doorstep, he does not hold back. His kiss is deep and passionate, one hand knotting into my hair. His pupils are wide, and through his chest, his heart hammers through to mine.

Oh my God. He’s in love with me….

This can’t be right. It’s too soon….

But pussy is calling. I want a man inside me.

He breaks away from the kiss, then simply stands, holding me close, his head resting over mine. “Kirstie….”

Should I do this? Is it fair to him?

Torn as to what is right, and what right now I want, I vacillate.

“Kirstie, can I come in?”

He wants me. He really wants me….

“Yes, you can come in.”

stoops to kiss my

door and then, leading Ben by the hand, take him upstairs to

smiling, in a way that I have not seen him smile before, some of his grimness

should

coffee?” I ask. “Or a glass

“Wine sounds good.”

comfortable.” I wave towards the settee, but he doesn’t sit, instead checking over my cd’s. “Mind if I put something on?”

what’s there

“Red, please.”

from the kitchen, returning to

Interesting choice….

leave mine, and I feel that he is very much tasting the wine simply for the form

says, and his arms slide around

my body; the curve of my spine, along the nape of my neck and into

but not quite, cupping. “Kirstie?” His voice is rough, almost

sliding my hand over his and pressing it against

his breath grows ragged. “God, but I

desire is setting me alight. My reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want

by the tightness of the garment, removes the hand

Asking permission?

my blouse. Bending close, he kisses the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping with one

and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he works the other between thumb

Ben’s hand works its way down to the hem of my skirt, slipping upwards and inwards to stroke my thighs, and I whimper as my pussy quivers. He reaches further, a finger slipping between my legs, rubbing at the crotch of my panties. As he discovers my warm wetness, he pulls out from my skirt, reaching back around me to unzip, tugging it down with both

up at the ceiling for

“Jeez….” he mutters.

to scoop me up, and

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

stays there as he strips off shirt, shoes and trousers. Seeing him clearly for the first

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