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.”

to kiss my cheek.

then, leading Ben by the hand, take

around. “Nice,” he comments. He is smiling, in a way that I have not seen him smile before, some of his grimness washed away by the curve of his

should

a coffee?” I

“Wine sounds good.”

settee, but he doesn’t sit, instead checking over my cd’s. “Mind if I

what’s there

“Red, please.”

returning to the lounge

Interesting choice….

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

here for wine,” he says, and his arms slide around

is not holding back. His palms travel my body; the curve of my spine, along the nape of my neck and into

but not

sliding my hand over his and pressing it against

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

My reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my

the tightness of the garment,

Asking permission?

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

tighten and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he works the

breathing is growing heavier, my 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 from my skirt, reaching back around me to unzip,

the ceiling for a moment, breathing heavily, his

“Jeez….” he mutters.

underneath to scoop me up, and

“Bedroom?” he queries.

“Yes.” I smile.

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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