Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 7

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

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

have not seen

should

I

“Wine sounds good.”

wave towards the settee, but he doesn’t sit, instead checking over my cd’s. “Mind if I put something

what’s there that you like. White

“Red, please.”

a bottle of Rioja and a couple of glasses from the kitchen, returning to the lounge just

Interesting choice….

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

says, and his arms slide around

of my spine, along the nape of my neck

hovers below my breast, almost but not quite, cupping.

my hand over his and pressing it against

into my breast and his breath

My reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze

tightness of the garment, removes the

Asking permission?

tops of my

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

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

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

“Jeez….” he mutters.

me up, and glancing around the room, nods towards a

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

his face and eyes, transforming his features, and it stays there as he strips off shirt, shoes

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