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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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“Yes Sir!” she breathed, her hands tightly gripping the bed, her perfectly manicured blue nails biting into her hand through the white sheet. He plunged into her deeper & harder, urged on by her eagerness to envelop him, her body shuddered a final time, tipping him over the edge to join her, their bodies covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. “Never forget you are mine, forever!” His words whispered against her ear, his hand in her hair, tipping her head to expose her neck, his lips exploring the softness of her skin.
Faint shudders still ran through her, his hardness still filled her, hardly diminished from when he first entered her, his teeth gently nipping the soft skin of her neck, eliciting gasps from her exhausted frame. “Rest now my Princess,” his hand in her hair, “Sleep now, I’ll still be here when you wake.” Her body relaxed, sleep claimed her as if her body was obeying his command, her head nestled against his chest, their bodies still attached by his now diminishing hardness. T sighed, she was an angel in disguise, he thought, a dirty kinky angel, but an angel nevertheless. He reluctantly rolled away from her sleeping frame, leaving the bedroom to deal with the condom & drink a glass of water. Refilling the glass, he returned to the bedroom, his Princess lay sleeping, T smiled broadly. Returning to her bed, he reluctantly pulled the covers over her naked body, watching her snuggle deeper under the warmth they provided. He pulled an easy chair from the corner of the room to the side of the bed, he wanted to watch her sleep.
He smiled to himself as he recalled the previous evening, he never thought he would meet her, but here she was – asleep in his bed. When the message appeared in his inbox, he thought it was a joke, she was coming to London on business & would be staying with friends not too far from where he lived, did her want to meet her? He sure did. His hands shook as he replied to her, arranging to meet her in a nice bar, near to his house but not too near. He offered a silent prayer as his hand reached for the door of the bar, please let her be here, please let her like me!
He saw her immediately, on a stool by the bar, glass of rose wine in hand, flirting outrageously with the young barman. Her blonde hair gleamed in the lights, the pink butterfly clip identifying her to him. Her not overly short dress had ridden up at the hem, showing the lacy top on her stockings, his cock hardened, even from behind, her body looked great, curvy in all the right places. Taking a deep breath, T sauntered over to where she sat, placed a hand gently on the small for her back before leaning forwards & whispering in her ear, “I’m here Princess!” The girl squealed with delight, spun around on her stool & flung her arms around his neck. T kissed her deeply, much to the chagrin of the young barman, before purchasing further drinks & escorting the girl to a quiet table away from the bar.
Despite the looks from the other drinkers in the bar, the next 2 hours flew by. They must have looked an odd couple, he thought, she looked so much younger that her 30 years, but they chatted like old friends, touching in a light but imitate way, neither of them wanting the night to end. As it got late, T checked his watch, “What time are your friends expecting you back?” The girls smiled shyly, “They’re not, I was hoping……” her voice trailed off to a mere whisper, her eyes dropped, refusing to make eye contact with his. “Hmmmm – I suppose you could stay at mine, I’ve got a spare bed but it isn’t very comfortable. Would that interest you?”
She nodded silently, it wasn’t what she planned but was a good start, deep inside her she had the feeling her was the one for her, he just didn’t know it yet. They finished their drinks & walked from the bar, the girl gasping at the cool air. T slipped his jacket from his shoulders & draped it across hers. She smiled up at him, her eyes thanking him silently for the gesture as his lips grazed her forehead, even in her high heels, he stood nearly a head taller than her.
The coolness of the air on his naked body brought him back from his memories. She was such a restless sleeper, the sheet was in a tangle once more, her body moving almost constantly, indistinct mutterings, words he could not hear. Her hands were reaching out, as if searching for him, maybe he would return to bed.
Placing the glass on the table by the bedside, T slipped beneath the covers, his hands grasping her wrists, lifting her palms to his lips, “I’m here, Princess, sleep now!” he encouraged. The movements slowed, her body relaxed & her sleep deepened. T smiled, she looked almost childlike as she slept, innocent & pure, so unlike the wanton creature he had unleashed earlier. Her body seems to gravitate to the warmth of his, the curve of her bottom fitting neatly into the curve of his groin. His cock hardened at the proximity of her, his arm slipped around her waist, encouraging her closer. A sigh escaping her lips & her bottom wriggled to get closer to his hardening cock, T groaned, this girl was no angel, his mind revised the earlier thought, she was a witch, an enchantress, he was completely under her spell.
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