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

a way that I have not seen him smile before, some of his

should

like a coffee?” I ask. “Or a

“Wine sounds good.”

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

there that you like. White or

“Red, please.”

returning to the

Interesting choice….

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,

says, and his arms slide around me

the curve of my spine, along the nape of my neck

hand hovers below my breast, almost but not

hand over his and pressing

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

me alight. My reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust

then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes the hand again, and with a

Asking permission?

blouse. Bending close, he kisses the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping with one hand, he unclips my bra

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

stroke my thighs, and I whimper as my pussy quivers. He reaches further, a finger slipping between my legs, rubbing at the crotch

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

“Jeez….” he mutters.

his arms underneath to scoop me up,

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

features, and it stays there as he

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