Lucy had taken a 6 month contract in the States to recover from her messy divorce. This is where she met James and two weeks before her return to the UK she and James finally got together. An engineered deception had Lucy turning up to the wrong house a day early... with wonderful results. So a couple of hours after their first intimate time together Lucy found herself sat at the breakfast bar in James house, wearing his robe and eating and ham and tomato on whole wheat sandwich.
James leaned over the breakfast bar still just wearing his shorts, while Lucy sat perched on a high stool on the other side, hungrily tucking into a sandwich.
"You're watching me!" Lucy grinned as she captured a crumb from the corner of her mouth.
"I like watching you... Haven't you eaten anything today?"
Oh god, thought Lucy... hope he doesn't go all Christian Grey on me. "No, I was saving myself -- I was promised a Barbecue!" Taking a sip of her iced tea, "And this ham is the only meat I've seen!"
A deep roaring laugh echoed around the room. "Meat huh!" and the glint in his eye took on a delightful twinkle.
Oh Lucy, she thought to herself... what devil have you unleashed. Then as she pushed the empty plate away and took another sip of her drink, James walked around the bar; the bulge in his shorts still snaking its way across to his hip, as he propped himself on the bar next to her.
"So tell me Lucy, what 'kind' of meat are you after... a juicy steak? lamb chops?..."
And before he could finish, Lucy ran a very elegantly painted nail along the length of his cock...
"Sausage... Corny but true."
"Oh woman," he groaned taking her face in his hands "I'm trying so hard to take it slow, to make it count, and here you are, enough to test the patience of a saint."
"Why James, why take it slow... I'm not a frail flower -- I'm not going to break!" She whispered into his mouth.
Then once again she was in his arms, this time being carried along the corridor and into his bedroom. As her feet hit the ground so did the robe she was wearing, and his hands came up to cup her breasts. His thumbs gently grazing over her hard puckered nubs as his lips descended on her again, consuming her in some raw emotion and desperate need. Lucy slid her hands around his waist, letting the tips of her fingers slide into the elasticated band of his shorts and then sliding down over the taught globes of his buttocks; her fingers working in, in a sensual massage, and her index fingers teasing the ravine of his bum. His hands pulled her tighter, closer to him and mirrored hers on her naked ass; again letting her feel the throbbing erection in his crotch. Fixing eye contact, their gaze never wavered, and she slowly lifted the waist band gently over his cock and with her hands splayed out pushed the waist band down. Down over his hips, his upper thighs and then to drop onto the floor, and standing on tiptoes; she kissed him taking the gasp out of his mouth when he was finally set free. He started to sink down, his mouth claiming her neck, her shoulders and the V between her collar bones. His hands caressing her arms with gentle feather touches, as he prepared to sink even lower.
"No James, my turn..." She whispered, gently trying to lift him, with her hands under his elbows.
With a sparkling grin he stood, tall and proud. Her hands smoothing over his arms across his pectorals and down over his finely contoured abs, resting her hands on his hips she massaged her thumbs into the cradle of his belly. Then slowly and oh so very deliberately she leaned in and let her tongue swipe over his left nipple, sucking and nibbling the little brown button; letting her hand move up to take the place of her mouth as she moved over to his right.
"I like to keep things in balance" she whispered into his torso.
