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 my cheek.

then, leading Ben by the hand, take him upstairs to my

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

really should

you like a coffee?” I ask. “Or

“Wine sounds good.”

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

See what’s there that you like. White or

“Red, please.”

and a couple of glasses from the kitchen, returning to

Interesting choice….

to Ben. He sips it politely, but his eyes don’t leave mine, and I feel that he is very much tasting the wine simply for the form of it. After a moment or so, he puts his glass to one side, then taking my glass from me, puts that

says, and his arms slide around me

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

below my breast, almost but not quite, cupping. “Kirstie?” His voice

over his and pressing

squeeze into my breast and his breath grows ragged. “God, but I want

a haze of lust as

hand under my blouse, reaching inside and upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes the hand again, and with a very brief glance into

Asking permission?

the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping with one

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

my pussy quivers. He reaches further, a finger

then up at the ceiling for a moment, breathing

“Jeez….” he mutters.

underneath to scoop me up, and glancing around the room,

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

and it stays there as he strips off shirt, shoes and trousers. Seeing him

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