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They had gone in and out of the attraction several times.

 

When he walked in the room, a shiver ran up her, a tingle ran through her scalp, her eyes watered, and her guts dropped.  A wave of want came over her.

 

“Hi! Come here and give me a hug.” He smiled and opened his arms with that huge, inviting grin.

 

“You look awesome!”

 

She almost jumped into his arms, a little scared because she wanted to give herself completely and feel a lot safer with him.  She melted into him, looked into his eyes, kissing his full cupid’s bow lips and pulling back quickly before pushing past them with her tongue.

 

“How’s it going Vanessa?  Are you giving yourself this kind of love?”

 

He pulled her in, not caring about the twenty other people in the room chatting and hugging after the meet up which dealt with increasing social intelligence and reading body language.  His tongue parted her lips and wet caressed, soft and rough, the slick, soft underside of her tongue’s tip.

 

She pulled in grinding her hot pubis into his, in which the blood flow had changed.  He quickly broke the kiss and pulled away, sucking her tongue and saliva as if to keep it.

 

“Better stop now Van!  Your clothes will jump off you and the others may not approve of you fucking me right here….hahahhahhahhahha!”

 

He almost whispered it, yet she turned almost purple.  She just didn’t do that, being a respected evolutionary psychologist and all that comes with it having written books and made the lecture tours, maintaining a professional, pubic posture.

 

She came into him again, thrusting her hips, rubbing her clit against him through their clothing, wanting to come on him. 

 

He drew her in tight, both of them starting to sweat, “OK, let’s go to my house, its close…”

 

“I don’t know what’s getting into me!  I don’t act like this.  What have you done to me?

 

Hahahhahhahha..” There's that damned smile and laugh again.

 

 

She shook her head.

 

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“Here it is Van, just the way you like it.  Skinny Vanilla Soy Latte, venti extra sweetener and vanilla…”

 

“Thanks Marty.”

 

It was a daydream.  Marty’s hand found the small of her back while he handed her the drink.  He scared her.  Her daydreams were getting too vivid.  She really couldn’t get involved right now.  She was wet, almost lathered.  She had come while in that trance.

 

“Good thing we aren’t having sex…yet.” He smiled slightly tipped his head and moved the hand on her back to her hair which he feather touched as though stroking her sexual nimbus. 

 

“Marty, I won’t get involved.  It will distract me from my work!” Vanessa pulled away shaking her black hair, straight and layered, thick almost like a mare’s tail.  Tipping her head, eyes watery, she looked down and to the side where her feelings were.

 

“Hahhhahhahhahhaaaa! You mean it will give you so much passion it’s scary, huh?”

 

The smile was making her groin hurt with pleasure.  She so wanted to kiss him and have him put his mouth all over her.  She just knows he is a devastating lover.  She’s afraid he’s a lover for too many women.  She can’t bear the idea of only sharing him.

 

“You do know when you make that move, it will be only you.” He licked his pouty lips and looked deep into her right eye and at her lips.  She just had to kiss him.  He leaned over to her, opened his mouth, gently and with a little moisture, kissed her upper lip, feeling the thin, soft fuzz there and lingering just right.  She quivered, almost to weeping and  pulled away again.

 

“Don’t!  I have too much to do to fall in love with you!”

 

“You’re such a girl! HAHAHAHAHAHA…so, you have already decided you’ll fall in love with me by taking me for a lover?  Van, you’re already there.  Such a good problem to have!  HAHAHAHAHAHHA…”

 

He squeezed her slightly on the elbow and looked in her eyes again, kissing her long and slow this time, moving her toward a table for two in the back of the coffee shop while the onlookers rubbernecked like voyeurs at an orgy.

 

He broke the kiss, waltzing/walking her slowly, her eyes closed, one hand holding the cup, the other his arm, her mouth almost watering and her guts dropping and tingling like in the daydream…

 

“No, I am just infatuated with you!”  She sat down, pulling her lips away, attempting to gain her composure while a movie of them being together ran at high speed forward, in the most brilliant colors in her mind. 

 

“This project is most important right now. “  She flipped open her lap top after getting it out of the case that had been slung over her shoulder.

 

“Shit, I have to get my purse, I left it in the car.”

 

“Can you feel my intentions and appreciation for you?”  His gaze was dead on lover man, she imagined she was hearing his heart beat slow and hard, his cock filling with blood.  His hands on her; fuck she didn’t want this! Yet she now remembered how this was her fulfillment.  Her pleasure.

 

She almost ran to the car, considering jumping in and driving away, leaving the laptop for him to bring to her later. She calmed herself as she clicked the button and unlocked the doors…there’s the purse.  She came back in the coffee shop with a lot more swing in her hips, feeling her clit as she walked.

 

“OK Van, let’s get to work.  You’ll have to come to my house later when you feel more relaxed about this attraction. Hahahhahha.  You’re so cute.  I want to eat you like an ice cream sundae.  Anyway…”

 

“Yes, here are the survey questions.  Well the rough draft of them…”

 

She wanted to cry.  Fuck!  This guy is like the “ONE”.  He heard that in her mind.  Saw it on her face.

 

 

“I love working with you sweetie!”

 

He smiled.  It is sooooooooooooo infectious.  So delicious…

 

“Yes, let us proceed…”

 

 

fast ignition----SLOW BURN part 2

 

 

“This work is tedious.  I’m getting some more coffee.”

 

He walked away from her.  They had about two thirds of the questions compiled.  It would probably wind up a great project.  This will probably attract a lot of women and help them.  They can have better men, real men.  Men who kept their word.  Men who had strength and confidence.  Men who didn’t wander.  Men who kept romance alive and chivalrous.  She’d only had glimpses of these traits in some men, never rolled into one like Marty.

 

Oh, Marty’s a player, shit.  He always has two or three or four girlfriends.  He’s probably out of my sight flirting right now, bastard.  I wish sometimes I liked girls too.  Lots of girls do these days and they’re not lesbians…

“I got you another tasty beverage.  Decaf this time, you’re probably wanting to tune down.”

He looked at her so intensely, just for a second.  Her heart skipped a beat and she almost lost her breath.

“Van, I’m going to finish these other questions at home.  My phone’s ringing and ringing and ringing. Gotta get back to my office and finish.”

 

“Yeah, your office at home, I bet!” She smirked quickly, not quickly enough for Marty to miss the jealousy, the possessiveness.

 

“I like it when you act possessive.  You’ll have to work hard to win me Van. Hahahahhahahha…”

 

He turned red almost losing his breath, stopped the laughter, walked up to her and pulled her in.  He looked intensely again into her right eye and smiled as though they’d been in love for years, a one on one couple, still attracted like teenagers.

 

“What the fuck!” she wanted to scream it, yet only squeaked it.  She grabbed his shirt, pulled him in, kissed him like she’d always wanted to be kissed, and he melted into her, strong and firm, all male, his pectorals squeezing her and his hips meeting hers and clenching along.

 

He held her for almost a full minute and pushed off slowly, moving over to the table to pack away his laptop-one of those cool, touch screen jobs.  He put it in its case neatly and made sure he had everything needed to get out the door.

 

“Not so fast Mister!” Her grin was so huge and swollen like her pussy which was now wetting and aching for him.

“Van, I have to finish this.  If I allow you to come with, we’ll be locked up like dogs for two or three days…”

She reddened, feeling the flush come over her and the electricity run up her spine like an uncoiling snake.  She was already packed up like her mind was made up, so hoping he would invite her along.

“You know you want me, Marty. Now you’ve gotten me super turned on.  I don’t deal with frustration well.” She’d kept her voice at low volume directing her speech in his ears while fixing his gaze.

“Van, you’ll have to wait.”

 

He looked at her longer this time, almost with a longing, but more a magnetism that made her ache with desire, her skin tingling, heating, and cooling quickly.

 

He walked up to her, looking into her eyes, hips forward.  His left hand went to the small of her back, drawing her in.  He remembered her kiss and duplicated it in his own way.  She ground her pubis into his throbbing prick and started to come…goddamn it, how come she’d never come this quickly before.

 

They were between his car and hers.  She wanted to suck him off right here, and when she went down to unzip and pop it out.  He stopped her on the way down.

 

“Nope, as much as I’d like you to show off for the folks inside, we’re going to leave this for another day.”

The parted, got in their cars and went their respective ways.

 

She went home, drew a hot bath overly scented with lavender and rose oils and jojoba for penetration.  She felt relaxed and tingly and thought of him and how he makes her feel, crawling into bed.

 

“She’s such a hot bitch!” He thought over and over as he got home and worked through the night until the survey completed itself.  He emailed it two her the next morning, ate a light breakfast, and went to bed after a hot then cold shower, relaxed completely. He woke up at five pm, refreshed and took the first call.

“Hi Marty, it’s Geena!”  “Yeah and Rebekah!” A voice in the back ground, muffled. 

 

“Whatcha doin’ sexy?”  The doorbell rang.  There they were. Geena, a compact, fine boned brunette about 5’3” with a perfect bubble butt and perky twenty yearold’s breasts with small pink nipples, very little areola.

Bekah is 5’5”, dark auburn hair, blue, blue eyes, with lustful sear, long dancer’s legs D-cup breasts, inch long, dark pink nipples with perfect dollar sized areolas. 

 

“Maaaarrrrty, you nasty fucker!!!”

 

She pushed her way in the door and Geena was almost beside her.  They were on him like a pack of bitch wolves devouring a Bull Elk.  He didn’t have time to resist as they pushed him into the bedroom, his clothes jumping off him. 

 

“Where have you been lover boy?  You know better than to get off schedule with us.”

 

“I knew you’d show up.  What the fuck?”

 

Geena had his running shorts off and his cock in her hand, the head in her mouth.  Bekah was kissing him with the gentle fierceness which made him grow and throb.  In an instant, both girls seemed to lose their clothes…

 

“Fuck yes, here we go again…”

 

“Ooooohhhhhh!!!” Vanessa was moaning at the peak of a series of orgasms she’d brought herself to, fantasizing about her and Marty making long passionate love.  She’d been at it from 800am until now at 100pm. She imagined many possible scenarios for their tryst.  She found her g-spot.  All the reading of women’s erotic books and talking with women sex experts gave her the information she needed to do it almost instinctively.  She’d never really been a prude, having four long relationships up till now where the sex had been fulfilling for half of their times together.

 

“Damn, I think I feel like I love that man!” Vanessa told herself again and again.  She didn’t really want to feel this way and couldn’t help it.  There was a burning inside her that a woman only gets when the man has all the qualities of a true mate.

 

Vanessa had experienced what so many other women do.  When they think they have the right man, they find out he is an immature male, like a teenage boy.  They bed the woman and lose the romantic spark, becoming complacent, boring, and too compliant or angry boy immature-their true nature.  In her relationships of length, the men all folded at some point, reacting to her shifting moods and emotions, causing her to lose respect for them and killing the love she’d had based on initial impressions and courting behavior.  The only man who’d ever treated her otherwise came to her one day and confessed his polygynous ways.  He hadn’t been unfaithful, yet he knew monogamy did not work for him as it doesn’t for so very many.

 

She remembered now, in full intromission from these several hours of self-passion, her own days post undergraduate and in graduate school when she’d had two, even three lovers at a time, all of them alpha male, polyamorous, even a couple of edgy bad boys who liked to take her swinging or too full blown ecstasy orgies…she’d never felt more alive and free and orgasmic.  However, after grad school really kicked in she buckled down more and more to her work, pushing pleasures of the flesh out of the way.

 

to be continued....

 

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