It was time to take the initiative. I knew he would never leave his wife and knew I didn’t want him to. Neither did I want him forever. I just wanted him for now. We stood drinking coffee and talking, more quietly now and certainly more intimately. We passed comments over how much we had enjoyed the night before I decided to play the one card I thought might work.
I walked over to him and took him in my arms with the words “You said thank you last night, tonight I’ll say it. Let me have you for this one night while we have the chance, we may never get it again”. I looked up half expecting him to be angry at my suggestion. Instead he grasped my point straight away, tipped his head forward to kiss me full on the lips, his hand up on the side of my face gently stroking it whilst the other pulled the small of my back into his waist.
This kiss was the full Hollywood kiss that girl’s dream of. This was not the grabbing, groping efforts of some inexperienced youth; this was kind and gentle, but with authority and power implied. My hands clawed bluntly at his shoulders, across his back and ass. His firm fingers ran up my spine. From that moment on I sure knew what a good kiss was…
After some time indulging ourselves with this passionate kissing and stroking it was me who again suggested we move on.
“Please take me to bed. I need to feel you closer to me now” I implored him.
He took me by the hand and led me upstairs to a spare guest room. Unlike the one at my folks’ house, which was a dump, his home continued with beautiful room after beautiful room, each with a welcoming feel that said come in, sit down, relax. I remembered all the work he had done to the house when he had moved in years earlier and now saw how he had replicated his character with the decoration and layout.
We kissed again, then fell into a sitting, then a lying position on his huge ivory embroidered duvet. His hands began to explore more bravely, firstly caressing the outside of my breasts through the tiny top I was wearing, before stroking down my side to my legs. He was touching bare flesh for the first time and my willingness to let him proceed encouraged him further. His fingers searched up around my ass, easing the tiny thong to one side before skimming gently across the downy hairs that led down the cleft of my ass.
This gentle, teasing, daring touching had me gasping for breath unable to decipher my own feelings and decide how I should contribute to this scene. I fumbled a few buttons on his shirt undone as his hands moved around my waist, under my skirt then stroked across my stomach. They switched back to the zipper on my skirt and soon it was loosened and discarded.
Satisfied for a few minutes with the start of my disrobing, he doubled his efforts on the kissing and the touching, once again circling my breasts. My nipples were fit to explode they were so hard. For the first time I noticed the smell of my own sex as a stimulant to the lovemaking to come. I knew I was soaking wet down below and the scent would surely tell him I was ready for him.