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It was one of those works events she was obliged to attend; subsequently, as her boyfriend, I too was obliged to attend. I didn’t mind, the food and wine were always good. I’d entertain myself with those as she mingled.I watched her as she moved between different groups of the same black suits, her white summer dress a stark contrast to the dark swath of the corporate mass. I was introduced, occasionally, hoping I’d never have to remember the sea of names and job titles washing over me.The disco started at least bringing the work chat to an end. I knew she was no fan, but the men outnumbered the girls three to one so she was in much demand. That also ignored the fact that she was a vision of loveliness.I wasn’t jealous, I knew I’d get the last dance, the one all the others wanted. When the time came, I took my lady’s hand as Eric Clapton, Wonderful Tonight, filled the room. I swear it was chosen just for her. It never ceased to amaze me, when I was in her arms, everything and everyone seemed to Anadolu yakası escort disappear to leave us alone, even in a crowded room.The music ended, the crowds reappeared but the night had all but finished. She stayed in my arms, long after the lights were on. Kissing her gently, my hands resting lightly on her hips, others invaded our moment as the suits all wished us goodnight.Finding a taxi was easy, and although she was no drinker, more gin had been consumed than was safe. I sat in the back of the cab, my hand holding hers; that soft hand in mine meant so much to me as the car took us home.The driver was paid and we walked the last few hundred metres; it was nice to feel the cool air and the quiet ,still night. we stopped outside our door. I looked at her. I had the key to the door, she had the key to my heart.My arms around her, we embraced, sharing the passionate kiss I’d waited for all evening. There was no one to interrupt this moment as Kurtköy escort bayan I tasted her soft lips. The moonlight caught her eyes as they sparkled at me magically. I could feel my heart quicken; she was my girl, my everything, my love.Opening the door I stood aside for her to go first. A sideways glance and a soft smile came my way as she walked in and went straight upstairs. Locking the door I turned to follow her. She stood in the bedroom looking at me; turning, she lifted her soft long hair as I lowered the zip on her dress.Her underwear, white through necessity, occupied my vision as she stepped from her dress. I hung it neatly before turning to face her, a soft kiss from her my reward. She pulled my bow tie, leaving it loose around my neck, I undid my top button and sat watching as she removed her makeup. All done, she stood in front of me.I stood to look at her; she smiled sweetly as I approached her, then stopped me as she unbuttoned my shirt. Escort Maltepe Looking into her eyes, I felt the passion we share. My shirt undone, she pushed it off my shoulders. I pulled her to me, my arms wrapped around her semi-naked body, kissing her, the intensity, the passion between us obvious.Her hands moved to undo my belt as my eyes locked to her deep hazel pools. She knew how I felt about her as I knew how she felt about me. My trousers fell, aided by her touch. My hands stroked her soft face, she looked down at my briefs; some emotions manifest themselves physically.She looked up at me and smiled, her fingers lightly brushed my bulge before she turned around.I stood behind her, my arms around her waist, holding her, my bulge pressed to the small of her back. Her head tilted to one side as I pulled her close to me. Her scent filled my senses as I kissed her soft neck, her hands reached for mine as our fingers entwined. I heard her breathe, heavier, as I enjoyed every moment with her.She took my hands and placed them on her breasts, my fingers touch her cups, eagerly seeking the feel of her soft flesh. I felt her hands moving behind her, stroking my shaft through my briefs. I lifted her breasts, pushing them together, looking over her shoulder, watching them as I felt her nipples harden to my touch.

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