Shit Porn story
The concert was tremendous and just as I hoped Alice found the music nicely moving and as we left she linked her arm in mine and leant slightly me. The next step was tricky. "Would you like some supper?," I asked. "Hmmmm, that would be nice," she replied. I knew this little place in the West End which served excellent French cuisine, and of course the owner was a good friend. (successful seduction requires thorough planning!)
A simple nicoise salad and a steak washed down with a choice Burgundy got us both in a mellow frame of mind. We spoke quietly over coffee. With careful probing Alice began to fill me in on her background. She had graduated in English and was currently gaining experience in the banking world. Working as a personal assistant provided excellent experience while she decided on her next step. She did not intend to stay as a PA for long. She had a small flat in Bayswater and had lived in London for 2 years. She enjoyed the work at our bank but found the other members of our little gang of five all rather irritating and childish. She was amazed that they believed that any woman would want to jump into bed with them at the drop of a hat. She actually commented that I was a little different and at least I hadn't tried to put my hand on her backside ("not yet," I thought). I replied that I was grateful for her comment and that I did try to respect other members of staff ("you lying bastard," I again thought)
It was getting a little late and we caught a taxi to her flat. As we stopped outside I realized that the most crucial stage had been reached. "Henry, I really enjoyed this evening, I had my doubts over going out with you but you have been a revelation" she said. "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?" Paydirt!!! I was in!!! "Yes, would like that very much," I said, masking my excitement.
Her flat was small but very nicely furnished. Here was a lady of style. I went through to the lounge and I sat down on a leather sofa. It was warm and I asked if she minded if I took of my jacket. "Go ahead" she called from the kitchen. Soon she came in with a tray. On it was a jug of fresh coffee and a bottle of brandy with two snifters. She then went over to the stereo put on a modern jazz CD and sat down on the couch next to me. This was a serious atmosphere for chilling and soon we were talking like old friends. Soon I noticed that the booze was beginning to affect both of us and soon we were sitting closely. This was the time to make my move and I leant over and kissed her. She moaned and kissed me back. Soon we were into some real deep kissing and I could sense Alice becoming aroused. I took a chance and put my hand on her knee. She froze. Shit, I had misplayed the game and blown it. To my surprise, instead of pushing me away however she quietly said "Please don't, I'm a virgin." To say I was surprised understates things. My mind was racing, what could I do? Then, inspiration. "That's OK, I understand," I said in my most understanding tone. "Sorry but I come from a strict background and I have always sworn that I will be a virgin on my wedding night," she added. Damn, my chances had gone down the pan, but I was determined not to leave without some fun. "Do you trust me?," I asked. "I think so," Alice replied. "OK, there are other ways you can enjoy yourself without fucking," I added, "take off your skirt and tights."
A simple nicoise salad and a steak washed down with a choice Burgundy got us both in a mellow frame of mind. We spoke quietly over coffee. With careful probing Alice began to fill me in on her background. She had graduated in English and was currently gaining experience in the banking world. Working as a personal assistant provided excellent experience while she decided on her next step. She did not intend to stay as a PA for long. She had a small flat in Bayswater and had lived in London for 2 years. She enjoyed the work at our bank but found the other members of our little gang of five all rather irritating and childish. She was amazed that they believed that any woman would want to jump into bed with them at the drop of a hat. She actually commented that I was a little different and at least I hadn't tried to put my hand on her backside ("not yet," I thought). I replied that I was grateful for her comment and that I did try to respect other members of staff ("you lying bastard," I again thought)
It was getting a little late and we caught a taxi to her flat. As we stopped outside I realized that the most crucial stage had been reached. "Henry, I really enjoyed this evening, I had my doubts over going out with you but you have been a revelation" she said. "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?" Paydirt!!! I was in!!! "Yes, would like that very much," I said, masking my excitement.
Her flat was small but very nicely furnished. Here was a lady of style. I went through to the lounge and I sat down on a leather sofa. It was warm and I asked if she minded if I took of my jacket. "Go ahead" she called from the kitchen. Soon she came in with a tray. On it was a jug of fresh coffee and a bottle of brandy with two snifters. She then went over to the stereo put on a modern jazz CD and sat down on the couch next to me. This was a serious atmosphere for chilling and soon we were talking like old friends. Soon I noticed that the booze was beginning to affect both of us and soon we were sitting closely. This was the time to make my move and I leant over and kissed her. She moaned and kissed me back. Soon we were into some real deep kissing and I could sense Alice becoming aroused. I took a chance and put my hand on her knee. She froze. Shit, I had misplayed the game and blown it. To my surprise, instead of pushing me away however she quietly said "Please don't, I'm a virgin." To say I was surprised understates things. My mind was racing, what could I do? Then, inspiration. "That's OK, I understand," I said in my most understanding tone. "Sorry but I come from a strict background and I have always sworn that I will be a virgin on my wedding night," she added. Damn, my chances had gone down the pan, but I was determined not to leave without some fun. "Do you trust me?," I asked. "I think so," Alice replied. "OK, there are other ways you can enjoy yourself without fucking," I added, "take off your skirt and tights."
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