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She fussed at her reflection in the mirror for the fourth time in as many
minutes. Her eyes searched the depths of the image before her, looking
for an unspoken confirmation.
He was on his way. He would be here soon. She had watched restlessly from
her window, scanning every passing car in hope it would be his.
They had chatted several times online and on the telephone. He had taken
her to new levels of self discovery with his casual, boyish charm and
utterly masculine dominance.
She had sat in front of her computer screen, fluttering and blushing into
the knowing eye of the web cam, as he peeled away layers of her psyche as
he would her clothing.
His voice had been smooth, articulately confident and she thrilled to the
realisation that she would do anything he asked of her.
Her reverie was broken by the sound of the buzzer. Her hand flew to her
heart as she checked herself once more, tilting her head to one side, her
own harshest critic.
She was aware of the sudden swell of voices on the communal stair as
neighbours descended. She willed them to go. The door buzzed again and a
blush of shame coloured her cheeks. She answered.
"Hi, it's me," he said. "Watch, there are people on the stair."
She pressed the button to allow him entry. Opening her front door, she
listened and counted each foot step as he approached.
He appeared at her door. The moment seemed to last an eternity as they
looked at each other, recognition alive in each others eyes.
His gaze lowered as he appraised her. She drank in his presence,
absorbing his masculinity through her skin.
"You look wonderful" he smiled as she closed the door. He looked casually
masculine in his polo shirt, jeans and trainers, images of a lifetime as
his woman rushed through her head, unbidden.
She smiled self mockingly, dismissing such foolish notions.
He followed her to the kitchen as she poured the water from the kettle
that had almost boiled itself dry. She could feel his eyes on her legs
and back. She felt her femininity flow from her with every movement, as
though called at his command.
They made small talk as they sat at opposite ends of the small sofa, the
awkwardness of lovers who have yet to know their hearts desire keeping
them prisoners of propriety.
Her very being quaked every time his mischievous brown eyes turned her
way, as she listened with her soul to every word he uttered.
He took her cup from her. "I thought it only fair you got to see me," he
said, a wicked smile on his lips. "After all, I have seen so much of
you."
She laughed as he moved forward in the seat creating a space between him
and the back of the sofa. She slid over to him and he caressed her face
and neck.
He cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her. She could taste the tang
of his sweat and the cigarette he had nervously devoured en route.
His tongue flicked across her lips. Her hands instinctively found their
place to his broad, warm chest as he drew her still closer, kissing her
deeply.
He pulled her to her feet. "Bed," he said, "but I can't cum. The
girlfriend will be expecting it later."
She was cut to the soul by this, her position as mistress confirmed once
more, while her head and heart danced a giddy waltz to the tune of his
kiss.
He took her hand and led her to her bedroom. Sitting her down he knelt
and gently but firmly pushed her legs open. She watched as he ran his
hands over her stocking clad legs, seeing his obvious delight as he
savored every inch of her.
He eased he panties down to her stiletto clad feet as he moved closer,
licking her, his manly mouth closing around her making her gasp aloud.
He sucked her deep, looking up at her, his pupils dilated with lust drunk
desire. His mouth bathed her sensitive shaved scrotum, lapping at her and
awakening waves of long suppressed need with his every touch.
She opened her blouse, allowing him access to her breasts, afraid she
would cum too soon if he continued.
"Are your breasts sensitive?" he asked as he gently slipped the straps of
her bra over her pale shoulders.
She bit her lip and nodded as he licked and suckled, her hands roaming
over his back and head, holding her baby to her.
He was still dressed, accentuating her position as his plaything. She
hungered for his skin on hers and ran a hand under his top.
"Remember I can't cum," he urged as he stripped for her. "You just want
my cock don't you" he teased.
She arched an eyebrow, smiling as she admired the broadness of his hairy
chest and the cruel curve of his rock hard cock.
He moved to her, presenting his cock like an award. She looked up at him
and slowly and gently licked the sensitive underside of his glistening
prick. She was trying hard to make this moment last, to show him the full
range of her skilled repertoire.
She swallowed him deep. Laughingly he said, "Oh baby, you've done that
before," as her cheek plumped.
The pent up need to taste and devour, to loose herself in utter feminine
abandon in the presence of the man overwhelmed her.
He seemed to hear the same urgent call as his hips moved faster and his
language got coarser.
She knew from experience it wouldn't be long and purred her delight
around him as he shuddered his way to climax. The sweetness of his nectar
was bitter in her throat as she swallowed, knowing the inevitable routine
was about to be performed.
He slumped, kissing her but avoiding his taste from her lips.
"Thanks baby," he said, "I'm afraid I have to go."
Her smile was rueful as she sat on the edge of her bed watching him dress
in the clothes which would still be warm with his body heat.
He pulled her to him as he prepared to leave. "Next time honey, it will
be longer," he promised.
She put her hands on his shoulders as he kissed her.
"Sure," she said softly as she closed the door behind him, "next time."
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