Persuasive Approval - Sex Stories

Persuasive Approval

... hitting back with an outburst of verbal abuse. “Up yours arsehole,” he barked, sending another message with a couple of fingers. As the voice of a police controller crackled through the radio in Echoes, Bravo’s and Foxtrot’s they were hastily bundled into the back seat of the police car. The haunting images of a courtroom suddenly fed his panic. The Trial... The Judge passing sentence... The newspapers… The sound of creaking hinges and a door opening behind the bar interrupted his thoughts. Beverley Jackson emerged from the dark abyss of the cellar, struggling with a heavy crate of alcohol above her head. Crushing his cigarette into an ashtray and leaping from the bar stool he rushed to her assistance, taking the box with one hand and helping her up with the other. A moment of agonising silence hung over them in a veil of unspoken emotions, two people shuffling uncomfortably from one foot to the other, nothing more than a brief exchange of nervous glances and forced smiles between them, both searching for something appropriate to say, both trying to figure out how to greet each other. After a little light-hearted small talk, mostly to release the tension and to remove the uneasiness of the situation, they sat on one of the sofas near the fireplace drinking coffee. Beverley informed him that Charles had flown to southern Spain for a few days to play golf. He breathed a sigh of relief into his cup and offered her a cigarette. After a long pause he asked her if she would like ...

... to have dinner with him tonight. A reassuring smile lifting the corners of her mouth gave him the answer. They sipped coffee between fleeting glances and anxious smiles, watching the flames from the log fire disappearing up the chimney, the mood and the conversation eventually settling into compliments and words of endearment. He told her that ever since their night of passion he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He said he went to sleep thinking about her and he woke up thinking about her. She shrugged her shoulders, forced a laugh and obliged him with a bashful smile. As they parted he wasn’t sure whether they had instinctively kissed or if it was just an accidental meeting of faces. Nevertheless they were both feeling more relaxed and continued to go about their day. It was just after seven when he greeted Beverley in the hotel reception. Sweeping gracefully across the floor on towering heels, her blue eyes sparkling with erotic enchantment, her smile, as always mysterious and intoxicating , a red satin dress clinging to every curve like a second skin, the front cut low exposing shapely breasts and a deep cleavage, swaying her hips and bottom in a tantalising way that seems to come naturally to a beautiful woman wearing heels. The thought of ripping her dress off, throwing her onto the floor and fucking her until she couldn’t breathe was almost overwhelming. “You look beautiful,” was all he said. Bruno Dante greeted his two guests in the entrance foyer of the Bella Roma ...