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

leading Ben by

that I have not seen him smile before,

really should smile

I ask. “Or

“Wine sounds good.”

instead checking over my cd’s. “Mind if I put something

See what’s there that you like.

“Red, please.”

from the kitchen, returning to the lounge

Interesting choice….

he is very much tasting the wine simply for the form of it. After a moment or so, he puts his glass to one

says, and his arms slide around me

of my neck and into my

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

sliding my hand over his and pressing

breast and his

into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want this man now. I

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

Asking permission?

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

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

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

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

“Jeez….” he mutters.

to scoop me up, and

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

on the bed. And now, he smiles properly. It’s a big smile, lighting up his 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, well built, his muscles firm. I arch back onto

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