Salty

So now she stands outside the pub, waiting nervously, then she sees him striding towards her, a huge grin on his face. "Hello there," he says, hugging her briefly and kissing her cheek, but avoiding her lips. “How nice to finally see you in the flesh!" he exclaims. She blushes in delight and murmurs something vague in response. She is clearly still a little nervous so they sit at an outside table and have a few drinks until he sees she is relaxed once more. He tells her he has cooked a delicious curry earlier that day, just in case, and he invites her back to his place for a few more drinks and something to eat. She agrees immediately.





He opens the front door for her and she steps inside, and is very pleasantly surprised. He has clearly cooked a curry, as he said, because the delicious aroma of it fills the room, and his place is so neat and tidy... and stylish. "Come into the kitchen and we'll find you something to drink first" he says. He forages in the fridge and produces a bottle of her favourite bubbly, offering her some. "Thank you" she says and he proceeds to pour her an enormous glass before leading her through to the lounge room. He invites her to take a seat, so she chooses a comfy looking single-seat armchair and settles herself in just as his phone rings. He takes the call and briefly covers the mouthpiece to apologise to her, listening for a few minutes before adding that there is a problem at work, telling her it will probably take him 10-15 mins to sort it all out. "That’s ok," she says "I'll be fine". So he leaves the room to deal with the issue in private, and she looks around for something to occupy her while he is gone.





She spies a book on the coffee table and picks it up. Within a few minutes she is squirming in her seat... the book is a series of short Dominant/submissive stories. And she literally cannot put it down, gulping her drink as she devours page after page of shockingly erotic scenarios.





Watching her from the next room, the man walks back in and she looks up guiltily, so he quickly strides over to her, sitting down on the coffee table directly in front of her. "You get into that sort of thing do you?" he asks, plucking the book from her nervous fingers. Her face, already flushed, colours a deeper red in embarrassment, "No, I'm not into that" she says; and he smiles knowingly in response, "Oh, aren’t you? Or is it just that you haven’t discovered that aspect of yourself yet?" She looks at him with wide eyes.





"I'll bet", he adds, "that at least one of your past lovers has commented on how well you take direction in the bedroom." Her breathing, already altered by reading the stories, becomes a little more unsteady as her nervousness increases. "Ummm... y-y-yes!" She stammers quietly in response, "how... how did you know that?" At that, he looks directly into her eyes, pinning her gaze, "And I am pretty sure," he continues "that right now, you are already so wet, that I could slide my cock inside of you and out again, and it would come out dripping with your juices..."





She gasps in shock, and arousal, at the graphic bluntness of what he has just said, seeing that very image so clearly in her mind.

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