A schoolboy trick, hands in my pockets, surreptitiously straightening my maleness, nursing it into hardness. Not quite dishonest, there’s no chance unless your body’s ready for it, just helping nature along.
Carol coming over, taking my arm, turning to face me. Okay R, that kiss, let’s do it. Drawing me closer, pulling my face to hers, brushing her lips against mine, a delicious citrus taste somehow emerging. Parting our lips, closing our eyes, touching our tongues.
Watching her through my eyelashes. Her eyes opening, mouth parting, a soft gasp. Pulling her face slightly away, but leaving her body pressed to mine. Oh R, is that for me, wow, that’s not something I’ve felt for quite a while, hey baby.
Dancing gently together to imagined music. Twirling her around, drawing her again to me. My hand stroking her hair and neck. My body glowing at her response to my erection, her straightforward pleasure, treating it as a compliment, an offering. Her hand through the buttons of my shirt, stroking my chest. Kissing again. Her body pressing again against my jeans, looking at me, oh my, it’s still there.
Kissing more. Carol stopping, c’mon R, coffee break. Making the coffee. The kitchen sounds carrying a delicious intimacy. Man and woman, alone in a London apartment, making coffee, drinking it, enjoying one another.
Well, R, no complications, I understand, but there’s one thing, it’s been quite a few years, I thought I’d just have to do without, thought I’d got used to abstinence, now my body’s telling me I was wrong, I’m in bad need. I think you’ve just landed yourself a job, reintroducing me to this wicked exciting part of me, been dormant a bit too long.
Sipping the coffee, smiling at her. Hey, sweetheart, what a job to be offered, when do you want to get started? Carol looking at me, eyes wide, wordless. Okay, sweetheart, here’s an idea, let’s get started now.
