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. “Thank

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

I have not seen him smile before, some of his grimness washed away by the

should

a coffee?” I ask. “Or

“Wine sounds good.”

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

what’s there that you like. White or

“Red, please.”

the kitchen, returning to

Interesting choice….

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,

says, and his arms slide

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

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

say, sliding my hand over his and pressing it

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

am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells

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

Asking permission?

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

fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he

moist. 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

ceiling

“Jeez….” he mutters.

up, and glancing around the room, nods towards

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

his features, and it stays there as he strips off shirt,

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