We were sat in your lounge and your housemate walked out the room… you leaned across the arm of the sofa chair, roughly yanked down my top and bra and begin playing with my right nipple. When I thought your housemate was going to walk back in, I quickly pulled away from you and covered myself up. He didn’t come in and you looked at me, ‘I’ll decide when you are to put yourself away,’ and with that, yanked down on my top again so my right breast was completely exposed.
I’m imagining the scent of you.
Your naked body lying face down next to me on the bed, hands tied behind your back, totally at my mercy. My fingers run down your spine and back up to your neck again, gently pulling the hair at the nape, gathering it as I lean down and whisper in your ear. My angry, hard cock brushes your thigh through my trousers as my words electrify your untouched sex, moistening your hole.
Let’s get these beards together sister, his text read.
I’d met the professor a couple of nights before. He had a beard and a wicked sparkle in his eye, and, when we were introduced, he kissed me on the cheek, tickling my neck at the same time. I knew that minute I was into him.
And I think he knew I was too; he purloined my number, very graciously, from a mutual friend of ours, and so began our discourse…
Kitty: Hey lovely, that sounds like a plan. Suggestions?
Professor: Tomorrow night, I am in France now. Let’s introduce these beards tomorrow.
K: No can do my dear – busy till next weekend!
P: And next weekend, what then my pet? I’m hoping to put my beard on your beard; I jest. Saturday night? Would it bother you if I didn’t have a beard? Probably so. I keep it for your neck and thighs.
K: Mmmmmmm… Don’t get me started… Till next weekend then.
During the next five days there was an endless barrage of texts building us both up to the climax of meeting under premeditated circumstances this time.