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 cheek. “Thank

leading Ben by the hand, take him upstairs

he comments. He is smiling, in a way that I have not seen him smile before,

should smile

you like a coffee?” I ask. “Or a glass of

“Wine sounds good.”

yourself comfortable.” I wave towards the settee, but he doesn’t sit, instead checking over

all. See what’s there that you like.

“Red, please.”

from the kitchen, returning to the lounge just in

Interesting choice….

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

he says, and his arms slide

he is not holding back. His palms travel my body; the curve of my spine, along the nape of my neck and

almost but not quite, cupping. “Kirstie?”

my hand over his and pressing

his

what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want this man now.

upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes the hand again, and with a very brief

Asking permission?

he kisses the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping

fastens his mouth

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

away, then up at the ceiling for a moment,

“Jeez….” he mutters.

his arms underneath to scoop me up, and glancing around

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

And now, he smiles properly. It’s a big smile, lighting up his face and eyes, transforming his features, and it stays there as

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