Ryan eyes me speculatively. "Without wishing to seem pushy, did you have any plans for later this evening?""Not at all. I wanted to see how this worked out."A smile plays over his lips. "Rather well so far as I can see... Can I offer you... coffee... back at my hotel?"*****And so, not for the first time, I enter a stranger's hotel room. This is where I find out if he's really what he appears to be.A nervous tingle runs down my spine, the doubt of the unknown; the knowledge that, just possibly, I have misjudged and this man is... a crackpot, a loony, a weirdo...And of course, the doubt is part of the thrill... "When did you book this room?" I ask."I'm staying here anyway. I wasn't making assumptions. As I told you, I travel for my work and I use this hotel regularly.""Ah..."He hangs his jacket neatly over a chair, then dims the lights"Would you actually like some coffee? Or would you prefer wine?" he asks. "It's always a little embarrassing, isn't it? Th
Ryan cocks an eyebrow. "It suits you better. You didn't really look like a 'Debbie' to me. That's a 'pretty' name." He clambers over me, hovering on all fours, straddling my quivering body. "I'll rephrase it then. I'm going to enjoy fucking you, Kirstie."He kneels up, still straddling my legs. "So, you like being dominated... Do as you're told then." He cocks his head to my panties. "Show me.""Show you what?""You know what. Let me see what I'm going to fuck. Give me a show.""You want me to...?""Do as you're told." He looks down at my crotch. "If I thought seduction was what you wanted, I'd go for it. But you don't. I can see from here that you're dripping. And if you wanted to be coy, you should have worn black. Now..." he traces a finger over the dark stain on the crotch of my panties, then, pulling the satin to one side, slips it inside. "So, if you want me to fuck you, show me what you've got."He's not smiling anymore. Instead, his gaze alternates between my eyes a
He's looking down on me now, supporting himself on strong arms as he plunges inside me, ram-rodding home. Sweat running down his forehead, he smells of musk and sex. His dark eyes squeezing shut, he bites his lip, then, with a gasp, withdraws.Hovering over me again, "I'm going to face-fuck you now. Do I straddle you, I wonder? Feed myself to you here on the bed? Or do I get you on your knees?"He drops to take a nipple into his mouth, pulling it with his teeth, nipping, hard enough to make me yelp and buck."On your knees, Kirstie."He stands and I kneel in front of him. Seizing my hair, he pushes his cock, glistening with my juices, against my lips. "Lick me clean," he mutters. "From head to balls. Lick me clean."Compliantly, I glide my lips and mouth the length of his shaft, tonguing away the slick juices. But he is flowing now; a steady trickle of pre-cum that draws into sticky threads, glutinous over my lips and mouth. I wipe over the rim and the silky skin of the head,
I shake my head. "It was bright sunshine when I left home. Didn't think I needed anything else.""I've got a clean pullover in the car. Back in a jiffy..." He strides out, car keys jangling, returning a minute or so later, his hair wet but carrying a sweater.Thrusting it at me, "Get that on you. There's a bathroom out at the back to change."It feels a bit odd, accepting clothes from a near stranger, but I'm in no position to argue. My jeans are still sopping, but with the warm jersey, at least my top half is warm and I do feel much better.The sweater is not a good fit and would easily accommodate another one of me inside. I'd not realised before how broad-shouldered Ben is, or for that matter, how much taller he is than me.A bit self-consciously, I return to the bar. He eyes me, mouth puckering. "Not exactly a fashion statement, is it?""Thanks very much. I owe you one." I say, pushing the sleeves up past my wrists, trying to free my hands to pick up my coffee mug. "I r
What should I say?"I've been off the whole dating thing. Didn't want to get involved."He arches a brow. "This is your first date since then?""My first date, yes."Change the subject..."And there's no 'Mrs Ben' either, I guess?""Nope. There was, but it turned out that she preferred my best friend to me." He looks away, his mouth twisting."Yeah... that would do it too.""Shall we talk about something else?""Good idea."Take it easy. No hopping into bed on the first night with this one...He winds spaghetti around his fork, visibly casting for a new topic."So, four dogs? That's a lot. All rescues? They look a mixed bag.""Yes, 'The Long, The Short and The Tall' aren't they? It's not what I intended, but you can't turn your back on them can you?""No, you can't. Scruffy's a rescue too, or at least I assume so. I was out jogging on the beach one day and he just joined me; ran all the way up and down the front, right by my side. There was no-one in sight,
Perhaps I'm not being fair to you. You want something you're never going to get from me.But... You're nice...... Is 'nice' what I want?We wander along the beach again, eating cornets, licking away the dripping edges."So, what is it you do?" he asks. "For a living, I mean? If you don't mind me asking?""I don't mind at all. I was a pastry chef. I know it's one of those dream jobs for a lot of people, but I hated it. I'm starting a new job in a couple of days.""Something different?""Completely different. I'm being taken on as a concierge in one of the office blocks in the new part of town.""That's certainly a change. Which offices?""The new Haswell Building. You know, the one that went up so quickly after the old headquarters got burned down.""Nice place," he comments. "My sister-in-law works there. What made you pick that one?""It's the sort of thing I enjoy doing. I'll be on their front desk, so I'll be seeing people all the time. And the company has a g
His hand hovers below my breast, almost but not quite, cupping. "Kirstie?" His voice is rough, almost gravelly."Yes," I say, sliding my hand over his and pressing it against my flesh.His fingers squeeze into my breast and his breath grows ragged. "God, but I want you."The sheer intensity of his desire is setting me alight. My reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want this man now. I want him in my bed and inside me.He slips his hand under my blouse, reaching inside and upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes the hand again, and with a very brief glance into my eyes...Asking permission?... he starts to unbutton my blouse. Bending close, he kisses the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping with one hand, he unclips my bra with the other.The room is coolish, and as the air wafts across my skin, my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he
My laptop bings, an e-mail coming in; it's from Paul. "Hi Babe. Sorry, can't make it tonight."Damn!"That's ok, Paul. Another night later this week?""Sorry, Babe. I've met someone. It's serious. I'll not be hanging out with you again. Hope we're still friends?"Oh Hell. I'll miss him. Still, what can you do?"Of course we're still friends. Hope it works out. You know where to find me if it doesn't.""Thanks, Babe. I'll remember that xx"There goes my evening. I'm all dressed up and nowhere to go.Perhaps I should go to the Club? I'm by myself, and as a single woman there, there's nothing surer than that I'll get laid...*****The Club is busy tonight, a crowd milling around me. I scan the room, seeing some familiar faces amid the throng. Now, who...A hand nudges my elbow. "Hi, Debbie. By yourself?"It's Steve. I can't stand the man. No way is he shoving his dick inside me."Hello, Steve. No, I'm just waiting for someone." I'm lying of course. Steve is known