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By *louise OP Woman
34 weeks ago
London |
Louise and Mr Fitzgerald Part 2
No resemblance to any real life FABBERS ! Purely coincidental and artistic interpretation fully implied.
Louise paused not knowing how to approach him, should she walk up behind him and tap him on the shoulder. This was a ridiculous notion given the height of Mr Fitzgerald and Louise’s petite stature, even in her heels. So she just stopped a few paces from him.
He turned around, holding two tumbler glasses. ‘Hello Louise’ a wry smile and his intense eyes staring at her burning into her soul. She found herself looking at his crotch. ‘Was that the outline of his cock? Was it already semi hard?’ She bit her lip. She knew from his profile photos he didn’t wear underwear. ‘Uh hi’ she stuttered looking up blushing. ‘I’m up here Louise’ he said smiling at her and shaking his head appearing to chastise her.
‘Come on, follow me’ he said turning his back on her and walking across the bar. She followed obediently, even that man’s back and his walk was sexy, strong, confident - everything she didn’t feel right now. ‘For fuck sake’ she said in her head. ‘First thing I do when I meet this man is stare at his cock, he’s going to think I’m a right dull bimbo now’
‘After you Miss’ he said nodding to a secluded booth he’d picked in a dark corner of the room. She slid awkwardly across the leather banquette her bare legs sticking to the leather and making a loud squeaking noise. She didn’t seem to be able to do anything gracefully today. As she settled she realised he was moving in next to her. She’d assumed he’d sit opposite her. He set the two glasses down on the table and she felt his right leg brush hers. The cool feeling of the denim against her hot skin. She felt her clit throbbing and her nipples harden. Just being this close to him was torture. She looked away concentrating on the liquid in the crystal glasses not recognising the cloudy yellow drink with its lemon twist. It was on ice, sophisticated and kept simple. Well of course it would be it was Mr Fitzgerald after all.
He handed her a glass and raised his saying ‘Sante, it’s good to finally meet you, you’re just as I imagined’ She lifted her drink and replied ‘Sante’ taking a sip. She wasn’t sure at all, it was strong definitely gin, lemon and bitters. What was it and was he trying to get her d*unk? Oh and what did he mean by her being just as he imagined. She said ‘Am I ?’ Looking at him directly now holding his stare. ‘Of course you are Louise, you’re perfect. Have you looked at yourself ? He reached over and took a strand of her hair tucking it behind her ear. His hand stroking her cheek and feeling the heat. ‘Perfect’ he said. ‘Now ask me something Louise, anything’. She didn’t hesitate ‘What should I call you ?, I can’t keep calling you Mr Fitzgerald especially when we are …’
‘When we are what Louise? You can call me whatever you like, within reason but I’m James’ He kept his eyes on her and his hand moved under the table onto her leg, slowly sliding up under her dress. He could feel the heat of her pussy and her thighs were warm and damp. She felt her breath quicken. Looked around seeing no one else near she didn’t stop him. ‘You’re a good girl Louise, why are you so worked up. It’s just drinks’ as he pushed her clenched thighs apart, a finger deftly pulling her lace body to one side feeling her silky soft skin and his thumb rubbing her wet clit. She gasped and softly moaned looking down. His other hand under her chin tipping it up to make her look at him. ‘You really do want me, don’t you’ She nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek. She felt silly but the effect he had on her was just so overwhelming. She knew from their chats online over the 10 months that she wanted to fully submit to him and be his. ‘Just drinks Louise, just drinks’ he repeated brushing the tear away then looking towards the bag under the table. ‘You won’t be needing that tonight, you really need to learn to have some restraint around me. I’m guessing you would prefer me to restrain you’ Again Louise nodded. ‘Speak Louise, don’t keep nodding. You’re not a parcel shelf toy’. She defiantly looked at him, the anger flashing in her eyes ‘Yes I want you to restrain me, yes I want you to fuck me, yes I want my cunt to be yours, can we go to your room please James’ He rubbed her clit harder with his thumb looking like he was carefully considering her demands. Her wetness increasing and her beautiful cunt opening desperate for him to fuck her then and there. She wanted him to roughly take her and use her and she knew he was very aware of that.
‘Drink your drink’ he said his finger sliding between her pussy lips feeling that wet inviting opening, just resting the tip of his finger inside. Louise moved forward trying to get more of his finger inside her but he checked her move, and took his hand out from between her legs and saying ‘Uh uh no, just drink’ she obediently gulped the sour tasting liquid. ‘Come on’ he said his hand out to her helping her out from the booth. ‘Bring your bag’ Louise smiled she could see his amazing cock was rock hard bulging in his jeans as he led her to the lobby. There were the lifts to the rooms, his room key in his hand, she could make out the last two numbers 28 but not the first one. She was picturing the room, the moment he would take her and how hard she was going to cum. She knew she would soak him. He said ‘excuse me’ to one of the doormen. ‘Could you get my friend here a cab to Paddington’ handing the doorman a pile of banknotes. ‘This should more than cover it’ then turning to Louise he held her shoulders kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear ‘a little longer Louise, you made me wait now you can be patient’ and with that he turned to the lifts. She stood there staring at his back. Disbelief, she had virtually thrown herself at him and he had rejected her. ‘This way please - the doorman pointed to the exit where there was a queue of cabs waiting’. Now she felt like she was being thrown off the premises. She felt humiliated. She got into the cab and saw the doorman pay the driver from the handful of notes that Mr Fitzgerald had handed over and pocketing the rest. ‘Good evening was it?’ the cabbie said. Louise didn’t know how to answer that. She didn’t normally use profanities but right now she just thought this man she’d met was a complete and utter cunt. She replied ‘it was okay, JUST drinks’. Bitter drink at that, should name it after him. Who has ‘just drinks’ when you have a hotel room and a woman willing to let you do whatever you want.
The journey home dragged, Louise relived every moment of their meet, finding fault in everything she did. She finally stepped into her apartment and threw her bags down, kicked off her heels and walked to the kitchen opening the fridge. Her favourite Provence wine was chilled nicely. She poured herself a much too large glass and put on a playlist a previous meet had made for her. ‘Fuck him’ she thought as she walked through the apartment to her bedroom stepping out of her dress and pulling off the black lace body standing there naked infront of the mirror. Yes he was right, she was ‘perfect’ her small pert breasts with their hard nipples, the way her waist was so small against the curves of her hips and her strong thighs from all her sporting pursuits. Her bum was big but she knew men loved it and her pussy was neat, smooth and completely shaved. ‘Absolutely fucking perfect’ she said to herself and he was the one missing out. She lifted her lingerie to her face inhaling not only her pussy but a faint smell of his cologne and she immediately got a twinge. She sat on the bed and reached into her drawer. There was a vibe toy and another dildo. She didn’t need any lube, she was soaking again and she put the vibe toy onto her clit. She lay back, her lace underwear on the pillow next to her and the smell was intoxicating, his scent mixed with hers. She opened her phone hoping for a message - nothing. She couldn’t help herself even though she didn’t want to, she opened his profile and went straight to the photos. There it was - the woman with her hand on his amazing cock and his hands on her. Yes that was jealousy now - did he make that woman wait as well. Was he so cruel to her as well? She took the dildo and pushed it deep inside her cunt. With both of her toys working simultaneously on her wet pussy and clit she buried her face in her lingerie, inhaling thinking of him. The picture of that beautiful woman and him in her mind and suddenly she could hear this noise like an animal crying in pain and realised it was actually her cumming so hard and soaking her sheets as she screamed and sobbed. The phone pinged and the message flashed up. ‘I know what you’re doing Louise, you really don’t have any restraint do you ’ …… |
