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Friends With Benefits

Rain lashed at the windows, typical British weather I thought as I took of my tie and placed it on the bedside table, the room was warm, the bed was made and everything was prepared and ready. I smiled despite myself as I heard the doorbell, I walked downstairs I opened the door and there she stood, blond hair was plastered across her pretty face and she was shivering, I stepped aside quickly allowing her to step inside. I took her coat, glancing down at her body, she was wearing a white shirt, and a dark grey skirt. I had to restrain myself, noticing her shiver again I took her hand, bringing it to my lips, it was cold, I wrapped my arms around her and brought my mouth to her ear. “Maybe you would like a bath to warm up” she was shaking against me and I pulled her tight, feeling her breasts press against my chest, I felt myself harden at that small contact, I tipped her chin, kissing her gently. “Katie?” I asked, she moved forward, kissing me back and pushed me against the wall, I thudded against it, surprised, running my hands down her back and grabbing her ass, I moaned, and lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around me, I moaned feeling her against my cock, I opened the bathroom door and put her down, I quickly set about preparing the bath. I turned and Katie looked at me, she smiled shyly, and shivered again. “cold?” I asked smiling, she glared at me good humouredly and nodded. “and wet” she said, “in more ways then one” I kissed her again before spinning her around, ...

... she pushed against me, grinding her perfect ass against my now aching dick, I reached round, placing my hands on her breasts, I squeezed them in my hands before stepping back, I leant against the bath tub. “Strip” I commanded. Katie looked at me a look of worry on her face, I sighed. “Katie, you have nothing to be ashamed of, you are a very sexy girl” I said, for what felt like the hundredth time, she relaxed and lifted her hands to the top button of her shirt, it parted, revealing her neck and the top of her chest, I bit back a moan of longing, fighting the urge to rip her clothes of her and ravish her body with my tongue and cock. The second button came undone this time revealing her cleavage, i've always liked her breasts, the just look so firm, like they would fit perfectly in my hands, again the urge to lick and suck on them almost overthrew me. The third and forth button came next, now I could see her bra, it was black with white polka dots, I remembered it well, it was the first picture she ever sent me of herself, the memory of it made me even harder if that was possible. Finally she reached the last button, slipping her shirt off and letting it drop to the floor, I gazed at her, like an artist admiring a beautiful piece of artwork, but nothing I had seen had came close to the beauty that stood topless before me, she turned round, bending over and slipping her skirt slowly down, over her ass, then her legs and to the floor. This was the real test, could I stay here? ...