Leaving the wine on the side, she lowers the nightgown to flaunt her full ripe breasts to the room. Her mocha coloured areolas enhance the curves of her breasts while her nipples harden in the cool air. Begging for her fingers to pinch them which she does with a quiet moan. Lifting her knees, the silk slips down to pool across her hips and expose the delicate folds of her intimate area.
The night air touches the wetness of the nectar collected in her flower. Running a fingertip over her labia, she splits herself like a fig. The pinkness of her inner folds visible should someone gaze upon her. The manicured red nail tickling her sensitive nubbin with a sigh. Caressing her breasts, she teases herself into excitement. Her cream forms a pearl within her flower which she bursts by sliding a finger into her tightness. Her breath catches in the still air and she pushes deeper into the heated snatch of her body, feeling her muscles flex-
A single knock sounds in the house and she freezes. She is not expecting anyone nor would anyone usually arrive entirely unannounced. Covering herself in a thickly knitted long jumper, she creeps to the window and peers out into the darkness to see a tall figure at the door. As if sensing eyes upon him, he turns and reveals a handsome face partially concealed by the shadows. She wonders if she tricks herself into seeing the flicker of a smile cross his lips but is certain that he knows she is watching.
There is considerable wind howling outside the cottage and rain has begun to lash down as if on demand. She can see the raindrops on his skin with the moonlight adding an otherworldly sheen to his features. She answers the door but keeps the latch on. The man of the night is beautiful and has an enchanting face but she remains wary.
“Hello?”
“Good evening Ma’am. I’m afraid my car has broken down and due to the weather, I can’t get it towed until the morning. I noticed the barn across the way from here, might I wait out in there?”
“You can come in here, the barn is freezing.”
She steps back from the door and lets the man enter. She notes how his large frame seems to dwarf the hallway and feels increasingly delicate beside him.
“Thank you for the kindness, I hope I’m not intruding on your evening.”
“You’re welcome, come to the kitchen and dry off. You’re drenched.”
She knew as she led him to the kitchen and directed him in front of the Aga stove that she was also drenched. Arousal radiated through her as his presence took its effect. He regarded the womanly curves concealed beneath her clothes while perceiving the flush of blood in her cheeks. She was beautiful, young and her sweetness was tangible in the air. It was a musk to fuel his hunger as he looked upon her with a ravenous urge to taste her. He took off the coat and let her hang it to dry. She noted the well-tailored suit beneath which was also wet from the weather. He stripped off his jacket and waistcoat to stand in a shirt and trousers which showcased his muscular physique. A pearl of cream streaked down her leg, she could do nothing but feel the slickness between her thighs.
“There is a guest room you can stay in, my name is Eline.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Eline. My name is Marc.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, Marc.”
She found herself hypnotised by his grey eyes and had to break the gaze in order to clear the haze in her thoughts. Marc looked to the pulse in her neck while offering his hand. She accepted and they shook before he raised it to his lips. Kissing her knuckles, he inhaled the pheromones wafting from her skin. She swore she felt the tip of his tongue flick against her skin but dismissed it. Falling into easy conversation as she felt herself become intoxicated with the effect of his charisma.
