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 my cheek. “Thank
door and then, leading Ben by the hand, take him upstairs to my
he comments. He is smiling, in a way that I have not seen
should smile
like a coffee?” I ask. “Or a glass of
“Wine sounds good.”
the settee, but he doesn’t sit, instead checking over my cd’s. “Mind if
what’s there that you like. White
“Red, please.”
returning to the lounge just in time to hear
Interesting choice….
he is very much tasting the wine simply for the form of it. After a moment or so, he puts his glass
his arms slide around
travel my body; the curve of my spine, along the nape of my neck and into my hair. His kiss is deep, demanding
hovers below my breast, almost but not quite,
my hand over his and pressing it against my
into my breast and his breath
reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want this man now. I
inside and upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes the hand again, and with a very brief glance into my
Asking permission?
to unbutton my blouse. Bending close, he kisses the rounded tops of my
He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he works the other between thumb
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
stands back, looking away, then up at the ceiling for a moment, breathing heavily, his face glistening
“Jeez….” he mutters.
arms underneath to scoop me 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, shoes and trousers. Seeing him clearly for the first time, he’s a
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