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

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

not seen him

really should smile

you like a coffee?” I ask.

“Wine sounds good.”

doesn’t sit, instead checking over my cd’s. “Mind if I put something

there that you like. White

“Red, please.”

the kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time to hear K D Lang’s

Interesting choice….

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

not here for wine,” he says, and his arms slide around me again at waist and

of my neck

below my breast, almost but not quite,

I say, sliding my hand over his and pressing it

squeeze into my breast and his breath grows

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

the tightness of the garment, removes

Asking permission?

of

fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he works the other between

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 discovers my warm wetness, he pulls out from my

up at the ceiling

“Jeez….” he mutters.

me up, and glancing around the room,

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

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

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