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By *antomas OP Man
10 weeks ago
Somewhere around |
Part 2 The Invitation
One evening, after my shift ended, she approached me with a spark in her eyes I hadn’t seen before. “Would you like to join me for a coffee?” she asked, her voice soft but inviting.
The café by the seaside was quiet, a perfect escape from the airport’s noise. As we sat close, the conversation flowed easily — laughter mixing with the hum of the waves outside. But beneath the surface, the air thickened with anticipation.
I could feel the pull between us growing stronger. When she looked at me with a mischievous smile, she said something that made my pulse quicken: “Come with me to my room.”
No hesitation. I followed her through the dimly lit streets, the night alive with possibility.
Once inside, I took control. Slowly, deliberately, I unbuttoned her blouse, letting my fingers trace the delicate lace of her lingerie beneath. Her breath hitched, soft moans escaping as I guided her, my voice low and firm.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her eyes pleading for more.
I pressed closer, my hands exploring, commanding yet gentle. She trembled under my touch, her body responding eagerly. When she begged for mercy, it only made me lean in deeper, knowing she wanted the thrill of surrender.
The night became an intoxicating dance — every touch, every whispered command, igniting a fire neither of us wanted to extinguish. The world outside disappeared, leaving only the heat between us.
When dawn crept in, we lay tangled, a secret bond forged in passion and control — a night that would haunt our memories long after. |
