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….”

stomach flutters and my

how to fuck

but in

And I’ll leave you to think about that until this evening.” With a smile in his voice,

“Yes.”

*****

to his new apartment, I have spent all afternoon thinking on his words and I

good. Between my legs, a sopping heat sucks against my thighs and I sit uneasily, trying to get comfortable, to find some relief

I press my hands down on my thighs, trying to rub my clit without Ryan noticing. He stares out to the road ahead, only looking to one side or the other for

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

park,” he comments as he turns the key and then holds out his

apartment is only half furnished, with cardboard boxes stacked

about the state of the place,” he says. “I’m only half

steady, but he’s not fooled,

a bottle and glasses waiting. Pouring two ruby glasses, he passes one to me. “I would offer you something to eat first,” he says, “but since it’s not food

bashful, I look up at him

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

don’t consider myself an easy conquest. Normally, I take a man

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

towards a door. “In the

of drawers, a wardrobe, a vast bed, which looks brand-new, and a chair,

chair 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

odd choice

my cheek and down

off,”

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

bra,”

reach back to unclip, again letting it fall

“I want to see them hard for

awash with arousal,