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

to fuck

in a

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

“Yes.”

*****

car, Ryan driving me to his new apartment, I

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 for my

down on my thighs, trying to rub my clit without Ryan noticing. He stares out to the road ahead, only looking

the good end of town. Inside, the

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

furnished, with

he says.

but he’s not fooled, watching me through

and glasses waiting. Pouring two ruby glasses, he passes one to me. “I would offer you something to eat first,” he says,

look up at him and then

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 you trying to touch

Normally, I take a man on my own terms and

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

points a long finger towards a door. “In the

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

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

an odd choice for a semi-furnished

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 low-cut

off,”

gradually…. one by one. As the blouse falls open, his gaze is

the bra,”

I reach back to unclip, again letting it

your nipples,” he says. “I

awash with arousal, the calm measured