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
His mouth twitches. "Ah yes, Kirstie. Of course. I'll remember that. Are you new here? I don't recall seeing you on the desk before.""Yes, I just started. I'm still learning the ropes... Er... Are you waiting for someone, um... Sir? Can I get you a coffee while you wait?""No, I have an appointment. But thank you for asking. Are you enjoying the job?""Oh, yes. It's great. Much better than what I was doing before.""I'm pleased to hear it. Well, good luck with it."He lapses into silence, and we share one of those awkward pauses of near-strangers who don't really have anything to say to each other.I try, surreptitiously, to decide the status of this previously encountered Dom. He's wearing a ring on his left hand.You didn't have that either when last we met."I've um... I've not seen you and your friend... out and about... recently. The blond guy; is he alright?" I say.Now, he's definitely hiding a smile. "Yes, he's fine. He got married recently.""Ah... Shame..
"That's very sweet of you. Does she know you're coming? Should I call her for you?""Yes, could you give her a buzz for me. Just tell her that Ben's here for her. It's Mrs Summerford, extension 4528."I call upstairs, to be answered by a young woman's voice."Hello, is that Mrs Summerford? It's Kirstie down in Reception. Your brother-in-law's here for you.""Thanks. I'll be there in a couple of minutes."Ben leans over my desk. "So, when can I see you again?"Now how do I get out of this?I shouldn't have told him about where I was working...I settle for prevarication. "Um, I'm busy tonight...""Tomorrow?""Not sure. I think I need to visit my sister. She's a bit upset about her current boyfriend. I think she wants a girl-to-girl..."... The elevator doors swish open and a young woman exits. It's the redhead that accompanied James Alexanders.She still looks great, casually dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, her long ponytail swinging. "Hi, Champ," Ben calls