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The afternoon was fun as he showed her some of the sites of the old town, the little quintessential English tea houses, for scones and cream, or the odd pub or restaurant. Their walk took them around the old markets, both indoor and outdoor, and Stina seemed to be enjoying what was on display to her.
He was tactile at tiles, not overly, not in a creepy style but to point her in the right direction, or to guide her to the side on the narrow pavements. They chatted and giggled as the ymade little amusing comments. And he felt that Stina was again back relaxing in his company. He watched for telltale signs of interest, though she did once or twice make comments about her boyfriend, that he would like that or he would be interested in trying out that. Nothing untoward, but he wasn’t sure if Stina was trying to remind herself, or remind him that she was in a relationship.
He wanted to joke “What Happens in England will stay in England.’
But by 4 pm they were back at his abode as he led her into the hallway, closing the door behind them. His heart suddenly started to pound in his chest as they stood alone in the hallway. He wanted to repeat what had happened earlier, at least of sorts, rather he wanted to pleasure her, even plunge her depths with his manhood.
“Tea? Coffee? Water? Something stronger?” he asked meeting her eyes, his fingers reaching out and cupping her cheek very briefly as he inhaled deeply.
“I still want, need to reward you for your efforts today Stina. You have been wonderful company in more ways than one.”
He inhaled again deeply as he spoke with a smile.
As they reached the kitchen area, and Adrian started to prepare the drinks he looked up at her and smiled.
“So how did you enjoy your experience in the dungeon this morning Stina.” his eyes met her as he had visions of her being restrained either in the basement or on his bed, him pounding into her sex.
The afternoon was fun as he showed her some of the sites of the old town, the little quintessential English tea houses, for scones and cream, or the odd pub or restaurant. Their walk took them around the old markets, both indoor and outdoor, and Stina seemed to be enjoying what was on display to her.
He was tactile at tiles, not overly, not in a creepy style but to point her in the right direction, or to guide her to the side on the narrow pavements. They chatted and giggled as the ymade little amusing comments. And he felt that Stina was again back relaxing in his company. He watched for telltale signs of interest, though she did once or twice make comments about her boyfriend, that he would like that or he would be interested in trying out that. Nothing untoward, but he wasn’t sure if Stina was trying to remind herself, or remind him that she was in a relationship.
He wanted to joke “What Happens in England will stay in England.’
But by 4 pm they were back at his abode as he led her into the hallway, closing the door behind them. His heart suddenly started to pound in his chest as they stood alone in the hallway. He wanted to repeat what had happened earlier, at least of sorts, rather he wanted to pleasure her, even plunge her depths with his manhood.
“Tea? Coffee? Water? Something stronger?” he asked meeting her eyes, his fingers reaching out and cupping her cheek very briefly as he inhaled deeply.
“I still want, need to reward you for your efforts today Stina. You have been wonderful company in more ways than one.”
He inhaled again deeply as he spoke with a smile.
As they reached the kitchen area, and Adrian started to prepare the drinks he looked up at her and smiled.
“So how did you enjoy your experience in the dungeon this morning Stina.” his eyes met her as he had visions of her being restrained either in the basement or on his bed, him pounding into her sex.