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rivulets, down my chest, stomach and legs, pooling slightly before joining the whirlpool at the plughole. I stood and stared at it for a while embracing the heat as I went over the weeks since I arrived in this small backwater town. I really hadn’t expected to meet the love of my life in this place, but she was due to arrive anytime. I felt my cock stir just thinking about her, I really wanted us to be like any other normal couple, courting and getting to know one another over the coming weeks maybe months. However I really didn’t think I could do it, all I ever had on my mind was sex, I couldn’t even call it making love because most of the time it was as I said just cold hearted fucking sex.
Reaching forward I shook my head turned off the shower, grabbed the fluffy towel, and wrapped it around my waist. Stepping into the hall I headed towards the kitchen, lifting the metal lid from the saucepan I stirred the Bolognese sauce I had thrown together. The water for the pasta was boiling away, so I grabbed the spaghetti and measured out enough for two people, placing it in the pan I turned and opened the red wine. I had already set the table so headed over to light the candles. I really wanted to do this the right way. I closed the drapes at both ends of the room and gave myself a metaphorical pat on the back for how romantic I thought it looked.
‘KNOCK KNOCK’
It was my girl, she had told me she was never late when we first met and sure enough she was here bang on time. I headed for the door, my breath caught as I opened it, she was stood in the tiniest emerald green dress, with matching heels, her legs seeming to be never ending. Those green eyes slightly hooded by her faux shyness, peered from beneath her red curls. JESUS this woman would be the death of me. Her eyes travelled down over my chest and hesitated at the towel around my waist. I could feel the reaction building, there was no way this towel would be able to hide the erection that was now hiding beneath it. She took a step forward and ran her fingers over my chest, then followed the path it had made with her tongue, and I thought I was the insatiable one. A low groan escaped my mouth as she ran a finger along the edge of the towel, hooking it inside where I had tucked the two ends together; she gave a slight tug causing it to pool at my feet in a heap. She looked me right in the eye and smiled slightly, as she whispered huskily “you won’t be needing that”. I heard the door gently close, and I realised as she had stepped forward she had hooked her foot against the door and gave it a gentle heave to close it.
“Well babe if that is the case you would be very much overdressed”. My fingers slipped the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders, moving behind her I gently and teasingly lowered the zipper trailing small light kisses in its wake. Sliding my hands inside the fabric, she felt like the softest of silk and smelt of clean cotton. My fingertips teased her nipples as I cupped her full breasts in my palms. Her head fell back onto my shoulders as she moaned softly. Pushing the flimsy dress down over her hips I found her now totally naked apart from the emerald shoes. I sucked in a shallow breath as I clenched my teeth together, I don’t think I have ever seen a vision so beautiful in all my life. She ran her tongue over her red-coated lips, her fingertips traced over her breasts, then her stomach, tracing a pathway down to her naked folds. She whispered as she traced her folds “I wont you here big boy” I lowered to my knees and buried my head between her thighs, gentle flicks of my tongue against her already hard clit, she moaned louder as I worked my tongue, two fingers joining it, pushing inside her tight opening, in and out, in and out, my tongue flicking in a circular motion. I placed my free hand around my hard shaft and worked it to the same rhythm, ragged breathing the only sounds in the room. Her knees began to
Reaching forward I shook my head turned off the shower, grabbed the fluffy towel, and wrapped it around my waist. Stepping into the hall I headed towards the kitchen, lifting the metal lid from the saucepan I stirred the Bolognese sauce I had thrown together. The water for the pasta was boiling away, so I grabbed the spaghetti and measured out enough for two people, placing it in the pan I turned and opened the red wine. I had already set the table so headed over to light the candles. I really wanted to do this the right way. I closed the drapes at both ends of the room and gave myself a metaphorical pat on the back for how romantic I thought it looked.
‘KNOCK KNOCK’
It was my girl, she had told me she was never late when we first met and sure enough she was here bang on time. I headed for the door, my breath caught as I opened it, she was stood in the tiniest emerald green dress, with matching heels, her legs seeming to be never ending. Those green eyes slightly hooded by her faux shyness, peered from beneath her red curls. JESUS this woman would be the death of me. Her eyes travelled down over my chest and hesitated at the towel around my waist. I could feel the reaction building, there was no way this towel would be able to hide the erection that was now hiding beneath it. She took a step forward and ran her fingers over my chest, then followed the path it had made with her tongue, and I thought I was the insatiable one. A low groan escaped my mouth as she ran a finger along the edge of the towel, hooking it inside where I had tucked the two ends together; she gave a slight tug causing it to pool at my feet in a heap. She looked me right in the eye and smiled slightly, as she whispered huskily “you won’t be needing that”. I heard the door gently close, and I realised as she had stepped forward she had hooked her foot against the door and gave it a gentle heave to close it.
“Well babe if that is the case you would be very much overdressed”. My fingers slipped the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders, moving behind her I gently and teasingly lowered the zipper trailing small light kisses in its wake. Sliding my hands inside the fabric, she felt like the softest of silk and smelt of clean cotton. My fingertips teased her nipples as I cupped her full breasts in my palms. Her head fell back onto my shoulders as she moaned softly. Pushing the flimsy dress down over her hips I found her now totally naked apart from the emerald shoes. I sucked in a shallow breath as I clenched my teeth together, I don’t think I have ever seen a vision so beautiful in all my life. She ran her tongue over her red-coated lips, her fingertips traced over her breasts, then her stomach, tracing a pathway down to her naked folds. She whispered as she traced her folds “I wont you here big boy” I lowered to my knees and buried my head between her thighs, gentle flicks of my tongue against her already hard clit, she moaned louder as I worked my tongue, two fingers joining it, pushing inside her tight opening, in and out, in and out, my tongue flicking in a circular motion. I placed my free hand around my hard shaft and worked it to the same rhythm, ragged breathing the only sounds in the room. Her knees began to
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