So, I’m sitting in his car, funnily enough grinning from my thoughts but also squirming a little as I wonder if I would want to be brave enough to show him the results of his surprise tonight? His gift that ended up taking every ounce of strength I had in me to see it through. The result? Yes I am proud to be a Brazilian survivor and yes I’ll wear my new accolade with a weird sense of pride. And it would be a shame indeed if my pain had all been for nothing, the cobwebs marching back before it’s at least been admired by someone other than me. But, hell no, there is no way I’m sharing my newly stripped vagina for two reasons. One, because let’s face what a flipping cheek it was of him in the first place and two, I’m too inflamed and no doubt still as red as an over-ripe cherry down there! Thinking about it, I’ll throw in a third reason, I’m twenty nine years and not a desperate teenager, I have class and I’m no way a one night floosy. I shoot him a grin because he has no idea what’s been going on in my head as we ride to my place and I wonder if he thinks exactly what Tara said earlier and he’s scored.
Hahaha, dream on Casanova.
But I do hope he comes in for a drink, I grin.
***
“Do you want to come in for a nightcap?” she asks, grinning at me, and I’d swear it’s almost with a longing that I’ll say yes.
I smirk, nod my head and follow her up the path to the front door. As we walk through her hallway, I can already tell that this is what you would call a home rather than just a place to live. There are paintings taking up a lot of wall space, big landscape pieces too. There is an old style free-standing coat stand with at least a dozen various coloured jackets and coats hanging on it. How it’s still upright is beyond me.
I follow her into a room where she gestures towards a small sofa. I’m looking at it wondering if it’s actually big enough to fuck on or whether I’m going to have to bend her over the back of it.
“I think I’ve got a bottle of wine in the kitchen, I’m sorry I don’t have any beers. I don’t normally have company here so I’m not really equipped for unplanned entertaining,” she apologises.
“Wine is fine, I’m not a beer drinker,” I reply and flash a smile at the same time. I sit on the sofa and I start to look around the room. Oh my fucking God this woman is a serious knick knack collector! There’s not one part of the room that isn’t heaving with some kind of ornament or photo frame. It does look homely though with a rug in front of the fire and two large vases full of ornamental grasses standing on the polished hearth. The walls are painted a fresh blue colour and the wood throughout this room is bleached like driftwood. It’s not cottagey and definitely not minimalistic but has a kind of coastal vibe, and well it suits her. It’s fresh, vibrant and at the same time soft and it’s exactly how I would describe the gorgeous woman walking towards me.
As she comes back carrying two glasses of wine, I can feel her nerves from across the room. I take one of the glasses off her and take a mouthful. I’m watching her take little sips of wine, one after the other. I don’t know why this has suddenly become awkward. We had been chatting freely in the restaurant and having a laugh regaling stories about work, holidays and general life experiences. I sit back down on the sofa.
I wonder if she is waiting for me to make the first move.
“Come and sit over here,” I say and pat the sofa next to me. I can see her clutching the glass as if it’s some kind of security blanket or perhaps in her mind, a Lightsaber to ward me off. There’s only one Lightsaber in this room and it’s not in her hands, yet. I grip the glass from the top and prize it from her death grip and put it on the coffee table. I turn towards her and take a tendril of her hair and tuck it behind her ear. I cup the side of her face and I can feel her lean into my hand. I move closer to her, so close that I can smell the perfume on her skin. She has her eyes closed as if she’s waiting for the next move. I kiss her forehead, her nose and finally her lips. I make my kisses so soft that they are barely there, more like a very light flutter on her lips.
She has moved her hand onto my thigh so I take that as a green light to keep going and see how far I can get. I kiss her again, harder this time and I move my tongue into her mouth till I can feel it touch her tongue. I move my hand up to cup her breast and gently start to squeeze it, rubbing my palm across her nipple till I can feel it harden with my touch. I deepen our kiss and slide my free hand to the back of her head where I wrap her hair around my fingers. Her hair is so sexy cascading down her back in loose curls. I feel her moan against my lips and I can see the rise and fall of her full breasts as our tongues tango together. Her breathing is getting heavy and I am as hard as concrete but I know I have to take her through each base gently. Ideally I’d like to warp speed her to bed but I can tell by her demeanour and the fact that she hasn’t moved her hand on my thigh, that I need to take it slow. I’m actually quite pleased that she hasn’t dragged me upstairs or pounced on me already, as it shows she’s not the one night stand kind of girl.
I move my hand from her breast and lightly drift it down her side. She lets out a little giggle, she’s either ticklish or still nervous, and I carry on down her body until my hand is resting on her knee. Her breath hitches as I caress her knee and gradually move my way up her thigh under her dress. I run my hand up and down her thigh adding in some gentle squeezes and I deliberately brush against her crotch. Even my brief touch has alerted me to the fact that Karina is wet for me and it takes all my restraint not to plunge my fingers deep in her pussy. I brush against her satin covered pussy a couple more times, savouring the feeling of her arousal. I want her scent marking my skin.
I break the kiss and pepper little kisses along her jawline and up to her ear. I whisper, “I better go Karina, before you have to cook me breakfast.”
She gasps a little as she watches me get up from the sofa and head towards the door. “I’ll be in touch,” I say seductively and then I let myself out of her house.
Oh my fucking God I’ve got a raging fucking hard on and I cannot believe I just basically cock-blocked myself.
***
As I walk back up her path towards my car parked on the road, I pull out my phone to check the numerous messages. Yes they are all from George and he has been very persistent. He’s at the club and desperate to know if I’m going to turn up.
I get in the car and look at the time.
It is still fairly early.
I haven’t been laid.
I fire off a text to George then put the car into gear and drive...
To be continued…
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