took
an agonizing twenty minutes.
Bobby understood the appeal of the
complex. It was filled with buildings, giving Beth plenty of neighbors,
probably most of whom she didn’t talk to. He could sense her need to have
attention without begging for it. The confidence she had baking seemed to be
left right there, at the bakery.
He hoped he could change that, at
least for one night.
Beth led him to her apartment and
welcomed him in. He stepped into the place and had to laugh when the first
thing he picked up on was the smell of cinnamon.
“What’s wrong?” Beth asked.
“Nothing. I smell cinnamon.”
“Oh. I have a candle on the
table.”
“Funny that a woman who owns a
bakery would have her place smell like a bakery.”
Beth closed the door and as she
locked it, she felt her hand start to shake. She knew that by locking the door
she would lock Bobby into her apartment for the night. So much could happen,
the possibilities growing by the second.
When she turned around, Bobby stood
inches away, with his hands in his pockets, looking around.
“You know, this place fits you
perfectly,” he said.
“Does it?”
“Yes. I don’t know why, but it
does.”
Bobby looked to Beth and that ended
anymore conversation of the apartment or the smell of cinnamon.
Bobby inched forward and took his
hands from his pockets, placing them on Beth’s hips. She felt herself exhale
with a soft sigh.
“Bobby,” she said, “I…”
“You don’t have to say anything,”
he said. “Just go with your heart. Your beautiful heart.”
“We just met,” Beth said. “I never
do this stuff.”
“That’s okay,” Bobby said. “That
means this means something.”
Beth felt her heart starting to drip.
Other places were dripping too and her body ached for his touch again. This
would have been easier to handle if he hadn’t touched her already. Her body
had a taste of him, a sense of him, and her body wanted more.
Losing this battle wasn’t a bad thing.
Beth took another breath and then whispered one word to Bobby.
“Bedroom.”
Bobby let go of Beth and she led
him to the bedroom. The moment she stepped through the doorway, he was against
her, his arms wrapping tight around her waist, the thickness of his erection
pressing against her backside. He stepped and she stepped, inching their way
to the bed.
The room stood dark and it was the way
Beth preferred things. Without Bobby being drunk he’d actually remember
everything they were about to do and she didn’t want him to have visual images
of her body.
Bobby took that comfort and threw
it away when he reached down and turned on the small light next to Beth’s bed.
She sighed and wanted to say
something but couldn’t find the words.
Bobby was back at her a moment
later, this time the front of his body moving to hers. His hands were once
again glued to her hips, squeezing her. His lips were at her neck, kissing her
with gentle flicks of his tongue. He sure knew how to melt a woman’s heart,
and panties.
With the long day and hot night built
up in her, Beth moved to Bobby’s shirt and to her own surprise she lifted his
shirt, initiating them to undress each other. Bobby put his arms up and let
Beth take his shirt completely off. Her eyes couldn’t move from his body.
Stunned by the sexy curves and thickness of his perfect muscles, Beth put her
hands to his chest and ran her hands straight down, feeling the lines of his
pecks, the beginning of his abs, and of course, where they started to end as
they cut into his pants. She didn’t stop there either, her hands eager to
touch Bobby everywhere and to get him naked. It took her just a few seconds to
unbuckle his jeans and she worked them down to his knees.
Bobby stepped out of his pants,
well aware that Beth stared down at his erection as it bulged in his boxers.
It was his turn now, lifting Beth’s
shirt.
She squeezed her arms to her
an agonizing twenty minutes.
Bobby understood the appeal of the
complex. It was filled with buildings, giving Beth plenty of neighbors,
probably most of whom she didn’t talk to. He could sense her need to have
attention without begging for it. The confidence she had baking seemed to be
left right there, at the bakery.
He hoped he could change that, at
least for one night.
Beth led him to her apartment and
welcomed him in. He stepped into the place and had to laugh when the first
thing he picked up on was the smell of cinnamon.
“What’s wrong?” Beth asked.
“Nothing. I smell cinnamon.”
“Oh. I have a candle on the
table.”
“Funny that a woman who owns a
bakery would have her place smell like a bakery.”
Beth closed the door and as she
locked it, she felt her hand start to shake. She knew that by locking the door
she would lock Bobby into her apartment for the night. So much could happen,
the possibilities growing by the second.
When she turned around, Bobby stood
inches away, with his hands in his pockets, looking around.
“You know, this place fits you
perfectly,” he said.
“Does it?”
“Yes. I don’t know why, but it
does.”
Bobby looked to Beth and that ended
anymore conversation of the apartment or the smell of cinnamon.
Bobby inched forward and took his
hands from his pockets, placing them on Beth’s hips. She felt herself exhale
with a soft sigh.
“Bobby,” she said, “I…”
“You don’t have to say anything,”
he said. “Just go with your heart. Your beautiful heart.”
“We just met,” Beth said. “I never
do this stuff.”
“That’s okay,” Bobby said. “That
means this means something.”
Beth felt her heart starting to drip.
Other places were dripping too and her body ached for his touch again. This
would have been easier to handle if he hadn’t touched her already. Her body
had a taste of him, a sense of him, and her body wanted more.
Losing this battle wasn’t a bad thing.
Beth took another breath and then whispered one word to Bobby.
“Bedroom.”
Bobby let go of Beth and she led
him to the bedroom. The moment she stepped through the doorway, he was against
her, his arms wrapping tight around her waist, the thickness of his erection
pressing against her backside. He stepped and she stepped, inching their way
to the bed.
The room stood dark and it was the way
Beth preferred things. Without Bobby being drunk he’d actually remember
everything they were about to do and she didn’t want him to have visual images
of her body.
Bobby took that comfort and threw
it away when he reached down and turned on the small light next to Beth’s bed.
She sighed and wanted to say
something but couldn’t find the words.
Bobby was back at her a moment
later, this time the front of his body moving to hers. His hands were once
again glued to her hips, squeezing her. His lips were at her neck, kissing her
with gentle flicks of his tongue. He sure knew how to melt a woman’s heart,
and panties.
With the long day and hot night built
up in her, Beth moved to Bobby’s shirt and to her own surprise she lifted his
shirt, initiating them to undress each other. Bobby put his arms up and let
Beth take his shirt completely off. Her eyes couldn’t move from his body.
Stunned by the sexy curves and thickness of his perfect muscles, Beth put her
hands to his chest and ran her hands straight down, feeling the lines of his
pecks, the beginning of his abs, and of course, where they started to end as
they cut into his pants. She didn’t stop there either, her hands eager to
touch Bobby everywhere and to get him naked. It took her just a few seconds to
unbuckle his jeans and she worked them down to his knees.
Bobby stepped out of his pants,
well aware that Beth stared down at his erection as it bulged in his boxers.
It was his turn now, lifting Beth’s
shirt.
She squeezed her arms to her
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