“Yes, with lime, please.” Aurora was shaking, she caught a little quaver in the words that tumbled from her lips but Sandro didn’t seem to notice, or let on if he did. The tall cool drink was in her hand in a minute and he leaned to her, kissed her cheek. “Only a few more minutes, Aurora,” and he went into another room. Her cheek was burning where he had kissed her, her pussy was dripping, her breath was fast and shallow, she thought she might faint. Aurora drank half the aperitif and walked around the small but well furnished room, admiring the books and CDs on the shelves, looking at the pictures, all of Sandro and an assortment of young attractive women. She was standing at the window between the parted curtains when she felt his strong hands on her slim waist.

“Aurora, you’re a very beautiful woman,” and he pulled her long hair aside, his lips brushing the nape of her neck. She shivered but tried to maintain her composure.

“As beautiful as all those women in the photographs on your walls?” Instantly she regretted the petty remark, she sounded juvenile and jealous.

“Aurora, your name fits you perfectly, but it’s more than beauty that I admire in you. I can see that you have a thirst for knowledge and experience, so we’re alike in that regard.” He turned her body to him, moving her as though they were dancing, and looked into her eyes. “I know you want to have this experience, don’t I?” His words were a statement rather than a question, confident, almost commanding. His hand was beneath her chin so she couldn’t lower her eyes, and she felt her lower lip begin to quiver.

“I … ,” and he kissed her, the kiss soft and gentle, his lips soft against hers. She relaxed and leaned into him, felt the hardness of his chest, felt the muscles in his arms as he gently pulled her to him, gasped as she felt his hardness push against her firm belly.

“You see what you do to me? I can’t resist you, I’ve been waiting for this since the first time I saw you in the café, and every time since I’ve gotten aroused at the sight of you. I think perhaps you have a spell on me,” and he laughed, but held her more tightly, kissed her again.

Her nipples were aching, they felt so hard they almost hurt. She returned his kisses now, her tongue against his, her hands on his back as his cupped her ass, pulling her hips more tightly to him. She heard herself moaning, felt the burning of his hands as he pulled her top up, she raised her arms so he could pull it over her head. Surprising herself, she unsnapped her bra, let the lace fall to the floor. Her breasts swayed and then were still, beautifully shaped, her nipples pointing upward a bit and outward.

Sandro stepped back, not touching her, his eyes feasting on her partial nudity. He sat in the chair where she had been, and as he unbuckled his belt he told her to undress completely, slowly. She turned from him, unbuttoned the skirt and wriggled her hips to get it down, conscious that it looked like a shimmy in a strip show. She threw it aside, and when she turned to him she saw that he was naked, sitting again, legs spread, one hand slowly stroking the biggest cock she had ever seen. The look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. The first thing she realized was that she wanted to feel that hard swollen head deep in her throat and then buried balls deep in her twitching cunt.