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.

and then, leading Ben by the

“Nice,” he comments. He is smiling, in a way that I have not seen him smile

really should

you like a coffee?” I ask. “Or a

“Wine sounds good.”

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

all. See what’s there that you like. White or

“Red, please.”

a couple of glasses from the kitchen, returning to the lounge just in time to

Interesting choice….

is very much tasting the wine simply for the form

not here for wine,” he says, and his arms

of my spine, along the nape of my neck and into my hair. His kiss is deep, demanding almost. He smells

below my breast, almost but not quite,

hand over his and pressing

into my breast and his

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

reaching inside and upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes the hand again,

Asking permission?

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

my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently

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

looking away, then up at the ceiling for

“Jeez….” he mutters.

up, and glancing around the room, nods towards a

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

carries me through, levering the door handle with an elbow, and places me on the bed. 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 shirt, shoes and trousers. Seeing him

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