I Love Sensuality
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He sighed, before tentatively allowing his lips to softly brush against hers, barely touching. Jenny's reaction was immediate and unexpected. Groaning with deep contentment, her eyes flickered closed, failing to fight Finn in any way. Surprised, yet delighted, he returned for more, responding to the pressure of her trembling lips.
With a low, animalistic moan, Jenny felt her eyes roll backwards as her mouth started to open up to him in submission. Her entire body was primed; in that single moment, there was nothing but him and the glorious sensations their combined mouths were clearly capable of creating. Perhaps it was the unexpected nature of their meeting, or the fact that she knew absolutely nothing about this stranger who she seemed unable to do anything but squabble with, but she had never felt the desirous power of attraction like this before.
As their kiss deepened, Finn's hands never stopped in their tender caress. Their bodies naturally melded together and Jenny became aware of his thick, heavy erection wedged between their shaking frames. With her panties growing wetter by the second, the knowledge that he was equally turned on, helped her grow in confidence. Daringly, her hands started to explore his broad back and strong, powerful arms. The feel of his well-muscled shoulders immediately transported Jenny into a fantasy whereby he was holding his body weight above her, whilst he slowly, assuredly slid deep inside...
Suddenly, quite unexpectedly, Finn pulled away, leaving a panting Jenny leaning heavily against the body of her car. In the absence of contact, she pressed her lips together to savour the remaining taste of him.
'Thank you,' he muttered in a quiet voice. 'Consider yourself released from my debt.'
Slowly, she blinked open her eyes, staring stupidly up at him whilst trying to understand what had just happened. Feelings of hurt and shame began to flood her body, immediately drowning out the dopamine that had quite happily been encouraging her onwards, just moments before. Swiftly, anger became the dominant response; anger for her weakness, for her gullibility and for allowing him to talk her into ignoring her first impressions which were almost always correct.
'I knew it!' she erupted, bristling with indignation which immediately made her go on the attack. 'You take what you want, from whomever you want, and then just move on.'
'And there are those prejudices again,' he observed dryly. 'Never far from the surface.'
'I could report you for...for...for sexual harassment,' she accused wildly. His rich laughter filled the air at the absurdity of her statement.
'Really? You're going to try and make out that what just happened between us was one-sided?'
'Screw you!' she snarled, eyes blazing.
'I would dearly love to screw you,' he murmured, almost as much to himself as anyone. Amused by Jenny's shocked gasp, he took full advantage of her temporary inability to verbally attack him. 'If you were to check your bog off packaging, you might conclude that you're wrong about me.'
With a sideways glance, Jenny opened her car and pulled out the packets of biscuits in question. Sure enough, there, tucked between the inner and outer packaging, was his business card. With a cursory glance, she looked back up at him spitefully, hating that he was one step ahead, always able to predict her responses.
'Thanks, but I use old newspapers to light the fire,' she spat. 'So, I don't need this.'
'Come on,' he said encouragingly with a teasing twinkle in his eye. 'Why don't you try to suppress your many and varied prejudices and be my date on Saturday night?' Jenny knew he was referring to Jimmy's ice-cool party. She felt a frisson of excitement about the thought of attending and immediately hated herself for being so shallow.
'You're a Bastard!'
'Better than being a Pricktease,' he observed dispassionately, disappointed that he'd clearly overplayed his hand quite so spectacularly. Jenny's eyes automatically darted down to his groin. The sight of a substantial bulge in his trousers doubled her anger, in memory of the amazing way he'd made her feel.
'Go to hell!' she growled, screwing up his business card in her tightly clenched hand. In an attempt to be unpredictable, she threw it at his feet, hating her decision for doing so, even before the piece of card was released. Storming around her vehicle, she jumped in, revved the engine with unnecessary ferocity and roared away. Talk about shooting yourself in the foot, she mused as she angrily put her seatbelt on, in order to cease the continuous safety alarms echoing around her. What the hell was wrong with her?
Finn leaned back on his car and exhaled a long, deep sigh. So, that didn't go as well as he'd hoped. Watching her speed out of the car park, aware of blood continuing to pump to his swollen cock, Jimmy's words echoed through his head. "When it's right, you just know." And, despite evidence to the contrary, he knew this woman was right. Even though that knowledge scared the shit out of him; he didn't have the best track record of selecting appropriate women. Yet, he had seen straight through all her defensive layers to read the person she was beneath, and he more than liked what he saw. The fact that she physically looked like an angel was simply a bonus. How the hell was he going to find her again?
He sighed, before tentatively allowing his lips to softly brush against hers, barely touching. Jenny's reaction was immediate and unexpected. Groaning with deep contentment, her eyes flickered closed, failing to fight Finn in any way. Surprised, yet delighted, he returned for more, responding to the pressure of her trembling lips.
With a low, animalistic moan, Jenny felt her eyes roll backwards as her mouth started to open up to him in submission. Her entire body was primed; in that single moment, there was nothing but him and the glorious sensations their combined mouths were clearly capable of creating. Perhaps it was the unexpected nature of their meeting, or the fact that she knew absolutely nothing about this stranger who she seemed unable to do anything but squabble with, but she had never felt the desirous power of attraction like this before.
As their kiss deepened, Finn's hands never stopped in their tender caress. Their bodies naturally melded together and Jenny became aware of his thick, heavy erection wedged between their shaking frames. With her panties growing wetter by the second, the knowledge that he was equally turned on, helped her grow in confidence. Daringly, her hands started to explore his broad back and strong, powerful arms. The feel of his well-muscled shoulders immediately transported Jenny into a fantasy whereby he was holding his body weight above her, whilst he slowly, assuredly slid deep inside...
Suddenly, quite unexpectedly, Finn pulled away, leaving a panting Jenny leaning heavily against the body of her car. In the absence of contact, she pressed her lips together to savour the remaining taste of him.
'Thank you,' he muttered in a quiet voice. 'Consider yourself released from my debt.'
Slowly, she blinked open her eyes, staring stupidly up at him whilst trying to understand what had just happened. Feelings of hurt and shame began to flood her body, immediately drowning out the dopamine that had quite happily been encouraging her onwards, just moments before. Swiftly, anger became the dominant response; anger for her weakness, for her gullibility and for allowing him to talk her into ignoring her first impressions which were almost always correct.
'I knew it!' she erupted, bristling with indignation which immediately made her go on the attack. 'You take what you want, from whomever you want, and then just move on.'
'And there are those prejudices again,' he observed dryly. 'Never far from the surface.'
'I could report you for...for...for sexual harassment,' she accused wildly. His rich laughter filled the air at the absurdity of her statement.
'Really? You're going to try and make out that what just happened between us was one-sided?'
'Screw you!' she snarled, eyes blazing.
'I would dearly love to screw you,' he murmured, almost as much to himself as anyone. Amused by Jenny's shocked gasp, he took full advantage of her temporary inability to verbally attack him. 'If you were to check your bog off packaging, you might conclude that you're wrong about me.'
With a sideways glance, Jenny opened her car and pulled out the packets of biscuits in question. Sure enough, there, tucked between the inner and outer packaging, was his business card. With a cursory glance, she looked back up at him spitefully, hating that he was one step ahead, always able to predict her responses.
'Thanks, but I use old newspapers to light the fire,' she spat. 'So, I don't need this.'
'Come on,' he said encouragingly with a teasing twinkle in his eye. 'Why don't you try to suppress your many and varied prejudices and be my date on Saturday night?' Jenny knew he was referring to Jimmy's ice-cool party. She felt a frisson of excitement about the thought of attending and immediately hated herself for being so shallow.
'You're a Bastard!'
'Better than being a Pricktease,' he observed dispassionately, disappointed that he'd clearly overplayed his hand quite so spectacularly. Jenny's eyes automatically darted down to his groin. The sight of a substantial bulge in his trousers doubled her anger, in memory of the amazing way he'd made her feel.
'Go to hell!' she growled, screwing up his business card in her tightly clenched hand. In an attempt to be unpredictable, she threw it at his feet, hating her decision for doing so, even before the piece of card was released. Storming around her vehicle, she jumped in, revved the engine with unnecessary ferocity and roared away. Talk about shooting yourself in the foot, she mused as she angrily put her seatbelt on, in order to cease the continuous safety alarms echoing around her. What the hell was wrong with her?
Finn leaned back on his car and exhaled a long, deep sigh. So, that didn't go as well as he'd hoped. Watching her speed out of the car park, aware of blood continuing to pump to his swollen cock, Jimmy's words echoed through his head. "When it's right, you just know." And, despite evidence to the contrary, he knew this woman was right. Even though that knowledge scared the shit out of him; he didn't have the best track record of selecting appropriate women. Yet, he had seen straight through all her defensive layers to read the person she was beneath, and he more than liked what he saw. The fact that she physically looked like an angel was simply a bonus. How the hell was he going to find her again?
