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.”

to kiss

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

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

really should

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

“Wine sounds good.”

doesn’t sit, instead checking

all. See what’s there that you

“Red, please.”

the kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time to hear K D Lang’s ‘Constant Craving’ murmuring across

Interesting choice….

he is very much tasting the

not here for wine,” he says, and his

my body; the curve of my spine, along the nape of my neck and into my hair. His kiss is deep, demanding almost. He

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

say, sliding my hand over his

breast and his breath grows

the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want this man now. I want him in my bed and inside

his hand under my blouse, reaching inside and upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment,

Asking permission?

to unbutton my blouse. Bending close, he kisses the rounded tops of

skin, my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as

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

then up at the ceiling for a moment, breathing heavily, his face glistening with

“Jeez….” he mutters.

me up, and glancing

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

face and eyes, transforming his features, and it stays there as he strips off shirt, shoes and trousers. Seeing him clearly for the first time, he’s a good-looking man,

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