Finding Robin, Finding Myself - Sex Stories

Finding Robin, Finding Myself

... are," she said, "after 7."

The office was agonizingly slow, I couldn't wait for the day to end and found myself staring at the clock all afternoon. I was home by 6 and the countdown of minutes began, so that precisely at 7:05 I dialled the cell number and heard her voice.

"What took you so long?" she asked. I chuckled and then remembered I didn't even know her name, nor did she know mine.

"I'm Mark," I said, "the guy from the cafe."

"Of course, Mark. And I'm Robin."

"You're really beautiful," I ventured.

"Thanks," she said. "Why don't you come over to my place and tell me that again?"

"I'd be happy to if I knew where you lived."

"Not far from the cafe." Her voice was easy and stirred my imagination.

She gave me her address and a few minutes later I was on the seventh floor of a nondescript apartment building, gently knocking at her door. Robin opened it, smiled, did that thing with her tongue, and invited me in. She was in the same clothes I had seen her in before: white cotton blouse, no bra, low-slung jeans, but now barefoot.

I had a few inches on her, but not many, which pleased me: I like my gals tall. She ushered me to her sofa and I took note of the ambience of her small place: hushed lighting, soft colors, clean, a pleasant reggae beat moving in the background. Lots of books.

"I hope you like wine," she said, handing me a glass of red.

"Chianti?" I asked.

"Yep," she replied.

We clinked glasses and took our sips and within two ...

... seconds she had moved her lips to within a millimeter of my own. Her eyes entranced me. We kissed. Long, hard, wet, again and again. She deftly slipped off her blouse to reveal two small and perfect breasts with large hard pink nipples. I took them in my mouth and she threw he head back and sighed, and then grasped me behind the neck and pulled my lips into her mouth again with surprising force.

What can I say? I couldn't believe my luck. She was very like Marisa and I was as aroused as I'd ever been in my amorous life, thought as my fingers dropped to unfasten her belt she drew my hands away.

"Not yet, Mark."

I breathed heavily, disappointed, perplexed, on fire.

"I like you," she said, "you turn me on big-time. But..."

"But what?" I asked.

"But I want to make sure I'm right about you."

"What do you mean? Are you married or something? Engaged? Going steady? On the rebound... like me?"

I let that one hang a bit.

"None of the above."

"You're beautiful, and more," I said, "you're damned ravishing, and I can tell you're smart by the books you have on your shelves, and..."

"And it's a little too fast," she purred. "I'm free on Thursday."

"That's two whole days from now!" I remonstrated.

She laughed, a lovely deep laugh, and she let me kiss her breasts again before she backed off and fetched her blouse and shook her red hair this way and that as if to say 'I've gotta cool down too'.

"What can I bring on Thursday, Robin? Chianti, bubbly -- ...