*****

Once again, I find myself in the company of this delectable man in a lovely restaurant. He is quiet though. He seems to concentrate on his food, but whenever I look up at him, he is watching me, then he looks away as he sees me notice.

“Is something wrong?”

He hesitates. “I’m not sure.”

“Are you upset with me about something?”

“No, not at all, but I don’t want you to be upset with me either.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not following you.”

He puts down his knife and fork, resting his chin on steepled fingers. He starts to speak, stops, starts again, and finally….

“I wanted to pass something by you, but if you don’t like it, then that’s fine. I want you to ignore it.”

“Alright…. But what are we talking about?”

He swallows hard. “I realise that we barely know each other, but the thing is, I would like to know you better….”

Where’s this going?

“And I know that you said at the start, very clearly, that you didn’t want to be ‘tied at the hip’…. And that’s what I wanted too.… then…. The thing is…. that although my work involves a lot of travelling and my er.… base is out west, it doesn’t need to be. My apartment is only rented and so long as I have good road access and an internet connection, it really doesn’t matter where I live….”

“So…?”

“So, I could get an apartment here, in the City and we could see each other more regularly, and for me, more easily. How…. would you feel about that?”

a mixture of hope, caution, and worry. I don’t reply immediately. As the silence stretches out, worry takes

and yes, I think I’d like to get to know

scare you off entirely.” He picks

all. In fact….” And now,

hovers, his fork midway

lips. Is this my

I said my piece. You

fact…. I think I’m falling

stares at me, then puts his fork down again, his expression unreadable. Leaning across the table, he kisses me on the cheek, whispering close

Finish my meal?

shrieking while I lick you out. And you’re

try to ignore the

*****

then pushes me through with a hand between my

speaking he takes me, wraps his arms around me and opens his

even trying to unbutton it, he pulls my blouse up and over my

about to be

Lying back on my

says. “I’m glad to get out of

stomach, nestled against a bed of black hair.

not going to.” He drops to his knees, pushes between my thighs and grabbing hold of me, pulls me forwards, tilting up my hips until

“we’ll see how well I can make you

Despite finishing our meal quickly, I

going

my pussy lips with fingers, holding me open, he examines me, brow furrowed in concentration.

before I’ve touched you….” Then, dipping his

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