The Man In The Window – II

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Nick and Di were the last two diners in Luigi’s trattoria, though the patron seemed unconcerned about them remaining so late. He wandered across to their corner table, placed two small glasses in front of them and poured a colourless liquid into each.”Compliments of the house signora e signore!””You always know it’s going-home time when Luigi offers you a free Grappa,” Di said with a chuckle.Nick nodded his thanks and took some coins from his pocket to leave as a tip in the saucer with the receipted bill. After downing their Grappa, they said goodnight to Luigi and wandered out. Di linked her arm into Nick’s as they sauntered down the cobbled roadway. The lobby of their apartment block was deserted and the elevator door stood open. They stepped inside and the door slid closed silently. Neither of them moved to press the button to ascend. Nick leaned forward, taking Di’s head gently between his hands and kissed her tentatively, without passion.She smiled up at him demurely. “Your place or mine?””Yeah, I’d been pondering about that bahis siteleri over supper. I suppose, by rights, the correct thing to do – as the man – would be to invite the lady back to my place, wouldn’t it? Except, of course, it’s not my place.”Di stroked his cheek affectionately. “Let’s go to mine, sweetie. It’ll be so much easier in the morning with me having to go off to work. You can have a nice lie-in – you’ll probably be exhausted.” They rode up in the elevator to the fifth floor.Di’s apartment was identical in size to her neighbour Tina’s (which Nick had been staying in while its owner was abroad), though altogether differently decorated. The lighting was subdued and colours were all muted shades of grey, with occasional vivid splashes of red or blue from cushions or curtains. The long black leather sofa in the centre of the room faced a wall on which hung a print of Mark Rothko’s ‘Untitled (Black on Grey)’. Nick approached it with reverence.”D’you like Rothko?””Love him, especially the ones he donated to Tate Modern. canlı bahis siteleri I went to see them today. But I’ve never seen the original of this one.””Did you know he killed himself soon after he finished this?” Di had now approached Nick and once again slipped her arm through his, resting her head on his shoulder as they studied the picture together.”Yes, I did.”Di broke the long silence. “Right, sweetie, fix yourself a drink or a coffee and go and read the evening paper while I get out of these things. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”The ten minutes turned into twenty. They she re-entered the room, rather hesitantly, and stood in front of the Rothko picture.In place of her ruched pink dress in the trattoria, Di was now in a striking pink bustier, decorated with clusters of tiny white daisies beneath its padded bust line, red fishnet stockings and pink fluffy slippers. She wore freshly-applied pink gloss lipstick and jade green glitter eye shadow. Her semi-erect cock swung provocatively below her red frilly suspender canlı bahis belt.”How do I look?””Even more amazing than when I first saw you in Luigi’s! Can I take you picture?””Sure.”Nick clicked his i-phone. Di moved round to the back of the sofa and kissed him softly on the neck. She leaned over and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, humming to herself as she did so. Then she unzipped his trousers, which he wriggled out of and kicked to the floor. Still crouching behind him, she slid her hand inside the opening of his boxers and withdrew his erect penis.Looking down from above at his knobhead she exclaimed: “My, my: what have we got here? A most beautiful circumcised cock! You never told me you were cut!””I don’t think the subject ever came up over supper.””But that’s wonderful. Sweetie, this is our lucky night!””How so?””Ever tried ‘docking’?””Can’t say I have.””It’s amazing! I promise you it’ll blow your mind. Docking, sweetie, is gaydom’s ‘scissoring’. Know about scissoring?””Lesbian fucking. Yes.”She moved onto the sofa beside him, curling up her legs and snuggling close she whispered in his ear: “Well, as you’ll no doubt have noticed, Di has a rather broad hood over her knobhead, while you, my sweet, have your foreskin stretched way below your bell end.

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