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

he knows how to fuck with the inside of my

in a good

to think about that until this evening.” With a smile in his voice,

“Yes.”

*****

new apartment, I have spent all

carry a change of underwear in my bag, and today I needed it. Not that it did any good. Between my legs, a sopping heat sucks against my

Ryan noticing. He stares out

block of apartments in the good end of town. Inside, the building is expensively carpeted, beautifully furnished and well

as he turns the key and then holds out his hand to

furnished, with cardboard boxes stacked in

he says. “I’m only half moved in

but he’s not fooled, watching

one to me. “I would offer you something to eat first,” he says, “but

for words, suddenly bashful, I look

the car, doesn’t mean I didn’t notice. You’re feeling horny, which was exactly my intention when I visited you this afternoon. I wanted you to spend a few hours thinking about what we might do together this evening.” He pauses, I think waiting for his words to take effect, then, “I enjoyed seeing

consider myself an easy conquest. Normally, I take a man on my own terms and to hell with him if he doesn’t like it. But this

be embarrassed,” he says. “As I say, I wanted you to be thinking about me, and I know that when you were touching yourself, you really wanted me to be touching you.

a door. “In the

he turns the light on low. The room is not over-furnished, but there is a chest of drawers, a wardrobe, a vast bed, which looks brand-new, and a chair, placed in front of a very large mirror and with a

is heavily sculpted in some antique wood, of the type that might be the carver chair at the head of a table. It gleams chestnut and gold in the dim light and the leather covered seat

an odd choice

pressed against the wall. A single 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 top button of my

off,”

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

bra,”

unclip, again

with your nipples,” he says. “I want to see them hard

awash with arousal, the calm measured