fate-contrived-they-should-meet: Shy was no good. She had tried to put him at ease but after three h
fate-contrived-they-should-meet: Shy was no good. She had tried to put him at ease but after three hours in his company she still had no idea if he liked or was appalled by her and the niggling hurt to her vanity had caused her to dawdle behind and be the last of her friends to leave his place. She had done her bit. Tidied and washed up while their ‘host’ hid in the front room ‘reading’, waiting to be alone again in his apartment. She knew she should slip out the front door and not disturb him. That is what he clearly wanted but her coat was in the front room with him and he would not get his way.So there she was. Thanking him for the pleasant evening, expressing that fake expectation they should meet again and getting no response. Apologising for being a little loud, apologising if she might have made him uncomfortable, edging closer to him, aware of a tension she was not expecting, aware of all the triggers he had been pushing in her that had been subsumed under his awkwardness in the party.’ I’m glad you came. You are a lovely person. I wish I could have talked to you. I really wish ’ He put down his whisky glass.She edged forward until her pelvis was touching his resting forearm.He wrapped his arm behind her. Clamped her thighs hard into the arm of his chair and then smeared the back of her dress high over her bottom, bending her flat across his lap while his whisky hand now held down her neck and his active hand rolled down her panties and started it’s circling and it’s patting of the soft buttocks above trembling, collapsing legs ‘Forgive me. I am no good with words’ -- source link