Choosing Her Lover

*****

The front door swooshes and in steps Ryan, smiling disarmingly as he strolls over to me. He looks amazing, in a white linen shirt, well pressed dark trousers and his shoes highly polished.

I wasn’t expecting him. It’s only 2 pm and hours before I finish for the day. I would like to chat, but the phone rings and I must deal with the call, spending five minutes trying to give directions for the Haswell Building to visitors who speak only very broken English in a Japanese accent. Just as I put the phone down, the doors open once more to admit a delivery man bringing in new office furniture and needing a pass into the building. Then a maintenance man needs pointing at a problem elevator….

I roll my eyes apologetically at Ryan, but he holds up his hands, smiling. “Chill out,” he says. “you have a job to do. I’m in no hurry.”

Smiling gratefully, I head-point him at the coffee machine. “Help yourself.” He pours two cups, placing one on my desk and sipping from the other as he seats himself to wait.

And as he watches me from his seat while I work, his eyes dark, compelling, from the edge of my mind not involved in the minutiae of my work, I know that this man is taking me, body and soul.

Finally, the stream of visitors passes and I can pay attention to…. my Lover….

When did I start to think of him that way?

As he sees that I am free once more, he stands behind me, his hands on my shoulders, stooping to whisper close by me. “I’ve been thinking about you. I called by because I wanted to tell you that.”

“Really?” My panties are growing damp already.

“Mmmm…. yes, really. And you should see the things I’ve been doing to you in my head.”

And, my blood starting to sing, he pauses, sliding his hand down inside the top of my blouse. I think he is going to cup a breast, but instead, his palm comes to rest on my chest.

“Your heart is beginning to race.” he murmurs. “I like that. By the time I get you back to my apartment later, you should be screaming for me to fuck you….”

“We’ll not be going back to a hotel?”

“Not this time. I told you, I want to learn to know you better. I’ve taken an apartment here in the City. I’ll take you there later. And do you know something else?”

“What?”

“I’m not going to fuck you until you beg me to….”

and my pussy

how to fuck with the

but in a good

about that until this evening.” With a smile in his voice, he kisses my cheek. “I’ll see you later; pick you up

“Yes.”

*****

I have spent all afternoon thinking on

bag, and today I needed it. Not that it did any good. Between my legs, a sopping heat sucks against my thighs and I sit uneasily, trying to get comfortable, to find some relief

rub my clit without Ryan noticing. He stares out to

the underground car park of a block of apartments in the good end of town. Inside, the building is expensively

chose a place with a view over the park,” he comments as he turns the key and then holds

is only half furnished, with cardboard boxes stacked in

the place,” he says. “I’m only half moved

voice steady, but he’s not fooled, watching me through lidded eyes as I respond.

he passes one to me. “I would offer you something to eat first,” he says, “but since it’s not food that you’re hungry for right now, I think we’ll

look up at

my intention when I visited you this afternoon. I wanted you to spend a few

know where to look. I don’t consider myself an easy conquest. Normally, I take a man on my own terms

wanted you to be thinking about me, and I know that when you were touching yourself, you really

finger towards a door. “In the bedroom….” he

a vast bed, which looks brand-new, and a chair, placed in front of a

heavily sculpted in some antique wood, of the type that might be the carver chair at the head of a

choice

finger touching me, he traces a line over my lips, along the side of my cheek and down my neck. It continues down along my breastbone to the top of my cleavage. The finger pauses at the

off,” he

I slip the buttons free, gradually…. one by one. As the blouse falls open, his gaze is downward toward my breasts as

bra,” he

back to unclip, again

“I want to

awash with arousal,