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.”

kiss

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

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

really should smile

coffee?” I ask. “Or a glass of

“Wine sounds good.”

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

what’s there that you like.

“Red, please.”

of Rioja and a couple of glasses from the kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time to hear K D Lang’s ‘Constant Craving’

Interesting choice….

glass 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

his arms slide around me again

of my neck and into my hair.

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

hand over his and pressing it against

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

setting me alight. My reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I

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

Asking permission?

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

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

panties becoming warm and 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 my legs, rubbing at the crotch of my panties. As he discovers my warm wetness, he pulls out

stands back, looking away, then up at the ceiling for a moment,

“Jeez….” he mutters.

up, and glancing around

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

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

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