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
My breath hitching, I stand still, my body beginning to tremble."I have plans for this evening," he continues, "and I expect you to obey me. Are you going to obey me?"I nod, a hot flush rising up my neck that has nothing to do with embarrassment.There is a rustling behind me; a soft sound, just on the edge of hearing. His mouth still close by my ear, he murmurs, "I'm going to blindfold you now..." He pauses. "... Yes?""Yes." My tremble increases, and as something soft and satiny winds around my eyes, Ryan stands close enough against me that he must be able to feel the quiver of my flesh against him.The cloth binds around my face, and his fingers pass upwards from chin to forehead, brushing the silk back from my nose. "Alright? Not too tight? You can breathe?"Dumbly, I nod. The blindfold has not completely obscured the light. I cannot see, but a kind of textured half-light, deeply red, penetrates through.Still pressed against me, he holds me by the shoulders, nibbli
"Are you going to be quiet? Or do I really have to hurt you? I wonder how much pain you enjoy?"My pussy convulses, gushing hot, leaving me slick between my thighs and down the back of my knees. Blindly, I drop my head backwards, mouth open, panting. I want to wail out my arousal, but...His body slides down mine, the heat of his breath traversing from my face, down my neck and cleavage, down my belly and to the vee of my thighs. He must be kneeling in front of me."If you can't stand, you may rest your hands on my shoulders to steady yourself."Reaching through my semi-light to where I think Ryan's head must be, I feel down towards his shoulders. My stance is now more stable, but my knees want to buckle...... and as his tongue laps inwards to my clit, I wail and my knees crumple. His hands dart out, gripping me at the hip and stabilising me again."I think, Madam," he says, "that we shall rearrange you, to avoid any more of these outbursts."His hand takes mine, leading
My hands thrashing, I try to seize something, fingers clutching at the bedcovers as though I need to hang onto the world in some erotically driven fear of falling. Enraptured, I lurch and buck as orgasm runs amok through me...And as the wash of climax laps away, Ryan standing behind me, there is a rustling and a movement, the sound of tearing foil and a pause...Then his cock rams into me, slamming home, banging against my inner walls. Again, I scream, but now it is the howl of satisfaction, of being taken by this man who, barely knowing me, yet understands me so well.He is rock hard and huge, his shaft stretching me open as he rides me hard. I rock with his rhythm, swinging to meet his movements as his hips collide into mine, our bodies moving together, in the two that is one.His breathing turns to gasping and there is the drip of hot sweat onto my back. His fingernails bite into my hips and... with a grunt, he presses tight against me, his hips rotating. Filling me comp