He walked down the street, the rain beating heavy and relentlessly. Nothing him and the rain, and the soaking wet clothes he wore. It was then he saw her, the first ever glimpse, his breath hitched and his eyes followed. Stood rooted to the spot, in awe, mesmerised, enchanted, dumbstruck...
She walked through the rain, confidence in every step, her hips swayed, but her black dress was stuck to her, enhancing her every curve. Her heels with a soft clack on the pavement as she walked, she stopped and glanced around, and there eyes met. Under the street lights across the road from each other, they stared at each other.
He saw a tall beautiful elegant woman, long reddish brown hair, stuck to her face like, blue eyes, full lips and a refined jawline. She saw a tall man with with an oh so perfect physique, his open coat showing his t-shirt clinging to his chest and abs, she bit her lips. Looking up she saw his rugged features, short light brown hair, light grey eyes, and thin lips accentuated by the perfect cut lines of his beard.
Both taking a deep breath, looked left to right before stepping on to the road and meeting in the middle. Heavy breaths dampened by the heavy rainfall as they looked deep into each others eyes, the spark, the palpitations already obvious.
Slowly and nervously he moved his hand forward, not wanting to break eye contact, he offered his hand to hers. With a soft husky voice he simply said, "My place, or yours?"
Her eyes wide, his voice, his steely gaze, the gentle touch of his hands, licking her lips she whispered... "Yours."
Holding her hand with a gentle firmness, he walked not even a few paces forward, before turning and walking up a small garden to his house, opening the front door he let her inside first. Closing the door behind him, he stepped forward taking his coat off and hanging it on the peg, the rain dripping on to the floor by his feet, he turned and she stepped closer, so close there bodies almost touched.
Reaching up she gently traced her fingers against his beard, biting her lip, she slowly looked down from his eyes falling on his lips, she stood on her tiptoes, her lips brushed against his.
As smitten as he was, he didn't kiss her, no not yet... Instead he swooped her up in his arms, his muscles tensing and flexing as he carried her up the stairs. Her breath hitched, she wrapped her arms around his neck, curious but feeling safe. Her lust reaching ever climbing.
He carried her into the master bedroom, there behind a partitioned wall was a large roll-top bath, and a large luxurious full body shower, he walked forward and turned the shower on, glancing over his shoulder his back to her he stripped his soaking wet clothes off.
She got the hint, there was no need to be subtle, she didn't hesitate, undoing the zip on the back of her dress she wriggled out of it, letting it drop to the floor in a heap by her feet, she pulled her lace panties off slowly, watching his every move.
He stepped into the shower, his body a silhouette through the steamed glass, she could make out his pecs, his stomach, then her eyes widened as she saw his already hard cock.
Her pert breasts bounced with every slow purposeful step, her nipples hard and erect, opening the shower she stood before him, His cock already twitching, as he looked her up and down.
Offering his hand for her she stepped in to the shower, he moved, suddenly pulling her arms above her head pinning them against the wall, his body pressed against hers. His voice husky with lust and desire, "Amelia, I want... you!" Before she could speak he leaned forward kissing her lips with intense passion.
Amelia melted into his grinding her hips against his hard cock. Moments later they broke their kiss breathing heavy. Looking him in his eyes, she seductively responds, "Well Michael, what are you waiting for?"
She walked through the rain, confidence in every step, her hips swayed, but her black dress was stuck to her, enhancing her every curve. Her heels with a soft clack on the pavement as she walked, she stopped and glanced around, and there eyes met. Under the street lights across the road from each other, they stared at each other.
He saw a tall beautiful elegant woman, long reddish brown hair, stuck to her face like, blue eyes, full lips and a refined jawline. She saw a tall man with with an oh so perfect physique, his open coat showing his t-shirt clinging to his chest and abs, she bit her lips. Looking up she saw his rugged features, short light brown hair, light grey eyes, and thin lips accentuated by the perfect cut lines of his beard.
Both taking a deep breath, looked left to right before stepping on to the road and meeting in the middle. Heavy breaths dampened by the heavy rainfall as they looked deep into each others eyes, the spark, the palpitations already obvious.
Slowly and nervously he moved his hand forward, not wanting to break eye contact, he offered his hand to hers. With a soft husky voice he simply said, "My place, or yours?"
Her eyes wide, his voice, his steely gaze, the gentle touch of his hands, licking her lips she whispered... "Yours."
Holding her hand with a gentle firmness, he walked not even a few paces forward, before turning and walking up a small garden to his house, opening the front door he let her inside first. Closing the door behind him, he stepped forward taking his coat off and hanging it on the peg, the rain dripping on to the floor by his feet, he turned and she stepped closer, so close there bodies almost touched.
Reaching up she gently traced her fingers against his beard, biting her lip, she slowly looked down from his eyes falling on his lips, she stood on her tiptoes, her lips brushed against his.
As smitten as he was, he didn't kiss her, no not yet... Instead he swooped her up in his arms, his muscles tensing and flexing as he carried her up the stairs. Her breath hitched, she wrapped her arms around his neck, curious but feeling safe. Her lust reaching ever climbing.
He carried her into the master bedroom, there behind a partitioned wall was a large roll-top bath, and a large luxurious full body shower, he walked forward and turned the shower on, glancing over his shoulder his back to her he stripped his soaking wet clothes off.
She got the hint, there was no need to be subtle, she didn't hesitate, undoing the zip on the back of her dress she wriggled out of it, letting it drop to the floor in a heap by her feet, she pulled her lace panties off slowly, watching his every move.
He stepped into the shower, his body a silhouette through the steamed glass, she could make out his pecs, his stomach, then her eyes widened as she saw his already hard cock.
Her pert breasts bounced with every slow purposeful step, her nipples hard and erect, opening the shower she stood before him, His cock already twitching, as he looked her up and down.
Offering his hand for her she stepped in to the shower, he moved, suddenly pulling her arms above her head pinning them against the wall, his body pressed against hers. His voice husky with lust and desire, "Amelia, I want... you!" Before she could speak he leaned forward kissing her lips with intense passion.
Amelia melted into his grinding her hips against his hard cock. Moments later they broke their kiss breathing heavy. Looking him in his eyes, she seductively responds, "Well Michael, what are you waiting for?"
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