8 comments/ 33408 views/ 29 favorites Upper-Class Appreciation By: Upper-Class Appreciation "Tell me, you do not want that." She told me, breaking the kiss and breathing as hard as I was just looking back at me. "Even if I did, your friends looked at me as if I were a Dunce. Not going to the University you all went to, I got what I wanted." I said angrily. "I know you did, and you worked hard for it." She said gently, just touching my face. I said nothing, yet let her continue to touch my face. "One dance, with me. Then you can walk me home, and go home." She told me pulling me towards the dance floor. I didn't fight her, for some reason I didn't want to either so I let her draw me through a crowd onto the dance floor with other dancers. They were revellers, swinging their hips and jiggling their waists to the mash up of Hip Hop, and techno music blaring from the DJ's cubicle. Keira took my hands and began to pull me close, almost into an embrace. We began to move together, in a different sort of dance to everyone else. Except two couples who were doing a similar dance routine as us, just more faster and harder. We came closer together, as a guy knocked into me from behind pushing me forwards into Keira. We were so close now, our lips were mere inches from touching. "Are you alright?" I asked her concerned. Keira just smiled, squeezing my hands which were now sandwiched between us both, and we continued to move together. We danced slowly, our movements coincided with each other. Our hips touched every so often, my thick hips and waist against her small frame. Then it happened, blame it on male anatomy but it happened as it always does happen. Being so close, it was going to poke or touch her. It pushed out, inside my jeans and was like a piece of metal piping between us, and Keira's eyes slowly went down and widened seeing what was on clear display in front of her. "Oh God, this is not what I want to happen. Not here." I said in a low whisper. I felt her hands, gently touch my face and hold me looking into her eyes. "Let me help you." She said sweetly. Her hands slowly dropped from my face, down and further down to my crotch and I felt her touch on my hard-on against my jeans. "Keira, what are you doing?" I asked her, but my tone told her I was uncomfortable. She said nothing, and simply lifted her black mini-skirt up and exposed the crotch and legs encased in her black tights. She pulled me into her, and effectively my bulge ended up pressed between her inner thighs, against her mound and pussy through the nylons. "Keira, what the fuck?" I asked her in a very demanding tone. "Relax, no one can see. They think we're just a couple, dancing away together." She told me gently, trying to reassure me. I felt the soft feeling of her nylon tights around my bulge, cupping and holding it tightly in place with her slim legs. "Keira, we'll get caught." I told her, but she simply leaned in and kissed my lips, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening at that moment. "No we won't." She said kissing me, and squeezing my bulge with her thin, slim thighs. The feeling was immense, and I felt my knees were going weak at the feeling. I then felt my hand, on it's own accord as I would say against my will slowly slide into her skirt around my denim bulge and her slim thighs. I began to rub her mound, through her tights and now it was her turn to moan and grunt as I began to pleasure her. "No, we definitely will get caught if you go on and do that." She gasped, her dark eyes blinking as she watched me. "Now you're worried? You had no concerns when you were kissing me and using your thighs to masturbate me." I said with a cheeky grin. "That's different, I was hiding it for you." She smiled, blinking wildly as I rubbed what I assumed was her clitoris through the tights and whatever underwear she wore under them. "I will gush if you keep that up, James." She said panting, and I could feel and see her body slump slightly, as if her knees were buckling under her. "That's the plan, unless you want me to put my problem somewhere else?" I asked her, grinning away. "And where exactly do we put this problem per se?" She asked me, her face was flustered and red. "We could pull your tights down, and underwear and rest the problem nice and tightly in there." I told her, with a sly grin. "God, you're changing your tune. Earlier on you couldn't bring yourself to admit you liked me." She smiled, and hurriedly began to roll down her tights as my bulge came loose for a quick moment. The tights came down and she stopped them just below her crotch or mound, and I saw she had silk, black panties on. They looked tight on her, hugging her small hips and waist. She took hold of the panties by their sides, and roll them down too, and I was treated to a smooth snatch or pussy of hers. It was wet, probably because of all of my touching and prodding. She didn't have to pull me close, I already had that in mind. Pulling her into me, by her waist my bulge planted itself within it's denim confines between her inner thighs, and pressed up beneath her bare, unprotected pussy. I could feel her bare bottom, it was so small it fit in just one of my palms. Each cheek was three quarters the size of my hand, and yet could still fill my hand. Her mini-skirt was able to cover modesty between us both, and with how dark the dance floor was no one could see us doing anything. We slowly began to move, and gyrate our hips together pushing my bulge along the underside of her pussy. She was purring now, as I held her close. "God, what am I doing. I only just met you." She moaned, her eye lids vibrating as she tried to control her reflexes. "I know, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be pushing you into doing anything." I told her. "Don't you fucking stop, my body wants you, I want you. It's the whole damn reason I asked you out tonight in the first place, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you and what you did for me that night. How no other man would, most would have walked straight past and some would have even joined in if they could have got away with it." Keira told me, her eyes slightly open with a husky expression on her face. My bulge was furiously rubbing against her mound, and every movement was making her purr and moan in pleasure from the rubbing, and friction. "Oh god, I haven't done anything like this before." She told me, as if she was ashamed or felt guilty about it. "Ah James, I'm so warm." She moaned again, and her body shook and jolted a few times as I held her small body against me. She let out quite a loud moan, that was almost a scream but the music of the dance floor blocked it out, and only one couple looked over at us to see who had made the noise. "God people can see us." She managed to say in a croak, as she looked down and I followed her gaze to her bare pussy now glistening with her juices in the tirade of colours on the dance floor. "Do you want me to go?" I asked her, feeling ashamed. She smiled, her face flushed and sweaty. "Don't you dare, you're taking me home. Come on." She said with a warm smile, and began to pull up her underwear and tights quickly, in a rush before pulling me with her off the dance floor. We passed her friends, who looked surprised as Keira just waved at them and walked out with me from the club. She was laughing, as she held my hand tightly in hers. We began to walk down the empty main road, towards her house. "So, did you plan on doing that to me all along?" She asked me, smiling. "Do what?" I asked, giving off the worst appearance of a man who was innocent of all charges against him. "Making me cum. You rubbed my pussy, that is called taking advantage of someone vulnerable." She told me smiling. "I took advantage of you? How?" I asked laughing manically, in surprise. Keira smiled, and pouted gently. "You know I like you, and that I would be more prone to doing things with you because of those feelings. You sensed that, and duly took advantage of me." She said giggling, when she reached the last few words of her sentence. I smiled, and grinned over at her as we walked side by side when I noticed she was still holding my hand. "So you have feelings for me, then?" I asked her, poking her emotional bone with my attentions. "Well I wouldn't have let you do that to me, if I didn't really like you." I smiled as she squeezed my hand gently. We went down a few more streets, when I noticed the area was far nicer than the area the club was in. The houses were massive, and even the odd building used for apartments was well presented, and looked after. This was for the rich, or wealthy in the city that was for sure. "You live here?" I asked her. She smiled. "My mom and dad, bought me and sister flats in London for when we stay here or visit friends. My sister Mollie, she has a flat in Camden. Mine is here in Fulham. We see each other often, since we go shopping and stuff together." She told me, as she mounted a flight of stairs to the large Oak door of a building. "That's good, you should keep your sister close especially living in a city." I told her as I followed her up the stairs to the large red Oak door. She was taking her keys from her bag, and shoved it into the lock and opened the door. "I have three other neighbours living in the building with me; one is a son of a media mogul. The other two are daughters of two powerful businessmen I think, they do modelling in their spare time." She told me, as if she knew the life stories of everyone she lived alongside. "Wow, so the occupants of this building are worth half a million then, being the cost of each flat." I told her, smiling at the fact. "Probably more since the media mogul works for the Daily Telegraph. My father is an Earl so you can imagine he owns a lot of land. But he also works for the Home Office, he has contacts in Europe and Africa." Keira explained to me, as she walked into a large corridor that had a flight of stairs leading up to the next floor of the building. Her flat was on the ground floor, the second apartment. It was a dark green Oak door, and she moved towards it before doing the same thing as before with the front door. It opened, and Keira walked inside letting me follow her inside. She threw her bag on a thick, plush chair next to similar designed sofa. She turned, and smiled at me standing near the couch just watching me. "So, did you invite me up for coffee?" I asked her smiling. "Something like that, come here." She told me, her tone was seductive but also comforting. I smiled at her, still wearing my coat as I walked over to her. The walk alone felt like it was taking a lifetime to walk, and my breathing was heavy and fast as I approached her. She craned her neck slightly to the right, as she watched me. Reaching her, she put her arms around my waist and pulled me close. I towered over her, as she was looking up at me. She said nothing, as she opened her lips and on cue I knew to respond. I leaned down gently and pressed my lips against hers, and we jumped into a passionate mouth-kiss. My mouth open wide around her small mouth, and kissing and sucking on her lips as I pushed my tongue into her warm mouth making her moan. She was purring, as my hands moved around her waist. The movement was swift, as I was now holding her bottom, and squeezing the small yet tight package in my palms. She arched her back, and I continued to follow her with my ever-lasting kiss. My fingers found the zip on the back of her skirt, and without thinking to ask if she wanted this to stay with our clothes on, or off I began to pull the zip down. She moaned feeling the zip coming down, and the slit appeared where the skirt parted wide open on her waist. I could feel her silky panties, and rubbed the top of her ass through the panties. "Hmm James." She moaned, as I saw her eyes were clenched shut. My hands pushed the skirt down together, and it slid down her nylon clad legs, and dropped around her feet. She instinctively stepped out of the skirt, and stood there now only in her top and tights, and boots. Keira was pulling my leather coat off of my arms, and throwing it over to the nearby sofa where it landed. She smiled and began to rub my chest through my shirt, and kissing me again. That didn't last long as she roughly unbuttoned my shirt by it's buttons, until it was wide open and my chest was visible to her. It was quite hairy and big, since I was always a big fella in terms of bodily size. The shirt came off next, and I was the one to throw it aside. She was kissing me just as passionately as I was before, shoving her warm tongue into my mouth as I felt her hands on the belt and buckle of my jeans, trying to undo it in a rush. "In a hurry?" I asked, laughing against her kissing lips. "For you, I've waited long enough to have you." She purred against my mouth, turning her head sideways to speak. The belt buckle came loose as she almost tore it open, like a rabid animal for her last meal or something. She was shaking, hot to the touch and moist with sweat on her face as she looked almost in a fever. She was in a hot rush, as if her body was on fire; for me I hoped. The belt was loose and she looped it through the rings of my jeans, until it was hanging on by only one last ring on the back of my waist. She was yanking the jeans open, and almost ripped the zip off of my jeans. She was kissing me as if she was afraid I was going to leave, if she stopped kissing me. "Where do you want to start?" She asked me, yanking my thick, hard cock inside my blue boxers from inside my jeans and held it in her hand, I moaned at her handling of my favourite personal toy. I wiggled my jeans down to around my feet, and she let go of my cock as I leaned down to quickly kick off my black shoes. I was able to then kick off my jeans, across the room. In only my boxers and socks, standing in front of her Keira was grinning, looking me up and down slowly. "Well, I'm the one who is now over-dressed. Think you better help me balance out the equilibrium between us." I smiled at her coy talk, and not roughly but strongly grabbed her by her waist, and span her to face away from me, with her back to me. With her against me, she was now wiggling her bottom against my cock, and even in her pantyhose it was a great feeling since I was only wearing boxers now. She was pressed right up against me, her little, tight ass pressed firmly up against my rod through the thin material. "Jesus Christ, I'm happy you weren't one of those men that night; or that you joined in. You would have broken me in two." She said with a grunt, pressing her bottom firmly against my rod again. She was enjoying the feel of my hard-on against her ass, and probably liked how it felt with the shaft squeezed between her two cheeks now, with only the nylon, my boxers and her wet panties were in between us. Her ass was small, but it was swallowing my hard-on between her small cheeks regardless. I always heard that big, firm, curvaceous women were good for giving a pounding to, and they could take a hammering. I also heard that women who were small, tiny, little or thin could take a pounding as well, and you could use them like a rag doll, and they'd love it. Whether or not that was true, I got the feeling that Keira was happy with me pulling her around like a doll, in any which way I wanted her; but maybe that was only because of it being me, and not any other unknown guy. She was rubbing her ass against my cock more, as I moved my hands around to her front and grabbed hold of the bottom of her stylish black top, that had straps and silver designs on it. I lifted it up over her head, and saw her wearing a matching bra. Sadly, no fault of her own she was almost flat-chested, just a small pair of breasts, almost non-existent. I'm assuming it was because of her size and build, which was why she had such small breasts. It didn't bother me, I didn't mind. The rest of her small, tiny, skinny body made up for that. "I know, I have small breasts. Actually I guess I don't have any." She said surmising the situation as she lowered her head in front of me. I couldn't see her face, but I guess she wasn't happy that she wasn't busty like some of her friends were. I said nothing, and took hold of her breasts through her silky bra and held them. "I don't care, it makes no difference to how I feel about you." I told her to console her, and convince her I was being honest. "They're small." She added simply. "Maybe, but it's not those that are going to get most of my attentions Keira." I told her. "Then what will?" She asked me, looking over her shoulder at me with her piercing eyes. "This." I said simply, as I grabbed her bottom with one hand. "And this." I said moving my hand from her bottom, around to her front where I grabbed her crotch with my hand roughly. "And you know, what this is for." I said moving my hand up to her chest and along up to her chin, where I touched her lips with my index finger. She quivered against me, shaking against me and her bottom squeezed my hard-on again. "Hmm I guess my lack of breasts, doesn't effect you." She said giggling, as she kissed the tip of my index finger pressed to her lips. "I'm wondering how this thing." She said squeezing my cock with her muscles in her buttocks. "Is going to feel in three of my holes, two of them being my tightest." She said seductively sucking on my index finger, and flexing her ass muscles both at the same time as each other. "Which one are you most concerned about?" I asked her rubbing her small, almost non-existent tits. "My arse, I've never been fucked there in a long time. Not since my first boyfriend when I was eighteen, and even he wasn't as big as you, or I am guessing as persistent." She said with a purr as I rubbed her nipples through the bra. "My mom and dad don't think it's proper, to have a man fuck you in the bottom. Think it's wrong and improper, but I think if you like it, and like the guy it's not that bad of a thing to do." Keira said. "You like anal?" I asked her surprised, since she was a very proper woman. "I would like to try it regularly, and other things with a guy I want to be with. A man I won't feel dirty with in a bad way, or feel guilty about it with. I want a man I can explore sex with, but also love." She explained to me. I smiled and began to rub and squeeze her bottom, to emphasise what we had just discussed. "Hmm I can feel your hard cock between my cheeks, the thing can barely fit between them. I wonder if you'll fit it inside me." I smiled as she spoke, loving how dirty yet passionate it was to hear her. "We'll get to my arse soon enough, let's concentrate on the other two places you were speaking of." She said giggling, and squeezing my cock with her buttocks again. "Stop teasing me, and get my clothes off me." Keira said with a grin. I smiled back, and slid my hands behind her back to unclasp her bra and it slid off effortlessly and I threw it aside, to see her small breasts; they were almost flat even. I grazed her hard, erect nipples with my fingers and hands that made her moan as they continued down to her waist. There I took hold of the waistband of her black panythose, and I began to roll down the nylon tights down over her hips and under her small bottom. Her black silk panties shone in the light of the lounge, and they looked pulled up tightly against her cunt, and mound framing it so sexily like a cameltoe. I continued to yank them down until they reached her ankles, and I went down on my knees to undo her boots. They were sleek, black leather ankle boots with both a zip up their sides and shoe laces on the top, tightly wound around her ankles. I began to undo the laces, then unzip the boots and slid them off her soft, nylon clad feet. Upper-Class Appreciation They were soon off, not thrown aside but put aside near the sofa. Before I stood I rolled off her tights in silence, and an idea struck me; I had the pantyhose which could act as a makeshift piece of bondage equipment. Seeing as Keira trusted me enough to do this, and let me sort of control her I was assuming she wouldn't mind some light bondage action too. I stood with the tights in hand, and without warning her brought her arms behind her back, and bound her wrists with the smooth nylons, they were tight but not obstructive. "What's this?" She asked me with a gasp, after I secured the pantyhose around her wrists tightly. "A bit of light bondage, trust me." I said smiling as she was now bound, and pressed up against me. "I trust you." She said grinning, and closing her eyes in a seductive pose with her mouth open slightly. Next came the last piece of clothing she was wearing, her matching silk black panties. The last piece of clothing offering her any modesty. "The last piece of the puzzle, the last thing stopping you from taking me. At least two of my main holes, that is." She grinned, and she looked flustered and hot to the touch. "There's still one more, that isn't covered or protected." I said with a sly grin. "Oh no, that means you can... you wouldn't dare, me being tied up and helpless. That's really taking advantage of me." She said in a coy, innocent mock tone. "You mouth says one thing, but it's looking like it needs a nice hard cock inside it." I said loving the naive role-play we were playing. "That's vulgar, I'm a proper woman. I would never suck on something so foul." She said in a mock angry tone. "Who said I was giving you the choice in sucking it?" I said and began to turn her around to face me again, but also began to push her down onto her knees in front of me. "No, I said I will not suck such a foul, thick thing into my mouth." She said trying to pretend to be angry, and upset. I said nothing, and when she was on her knees in front of my bulge in my boxers I yanked down my boxers and my cock sprang out almost hitting her face. She was about to say something, another line for our role-play but I never gave her a chance and shoved the head of my cock into her open mouth, making her gasp and grunt. "Nice, fat cock for you Ms Proper." I said grinning away, as I shoved my cock in and out of her mouth. My shaft slid in and out along her wet lips, and my cockhead was hitting the back of her throat making her retch and gag. She was looking at me with her perfectly sculpted face, and and her dark eyes as she looked up expectantly, as if waiting for my orders. She instinctively began to suck on my cock, applying her tongue to the underside of my shaft and around my head. For a few blissful moments, the only noises in the room were her slurping on my cock, or gagging on my rod when I pushed it deeper into her mouth. The situation must have been pornography worthy, with such a small, skinny, tiny girl sucking on my cock that belonged to a big, fat guy. For her size, and the very size of her small mouth my cock seemed and looked massive in comparison as she struggled to get her small lips and mouth around it. "It's too thick, I'm choking on this thing." She said as she plopped my cock from her mouth, to speak. "Get it back in your mouth, you love it." I said grabbing hold of her hair into one handful and pulled her mouth back down onto my cock, whereupon she gagged in response. I was being forceful, but she was moaning and obviously enjoying every second of it. Her hands struggled against the tights binding them together behind her back, as she flexed her fingers in response. I did this to Keira for another few minutes, before removing my hard cock from her mouth and taking a step back to look at my work. She was gasping for air, and saliva had run down her chin and now was dribbling down onto her flat chest. "God that was fucking rough." She gasped and leant back letting her chest heave upwards to me. "Yeah, but you held up well." I told her and helped her onto her feet but refrained from removing the tights binding her wrists. "Well I aim to please my man." She said gagging on her saliva, and swallowing it back down her throat. "Come on, into the bedroom where we can fuck until we're tired, and covered in sweat." She added, even bound and tied up she turned and began to lead me to the bedroom in just her panties. Without any orders given, she seductively mounted the bed with her upper body, and her small ass and skinny legs were obscenely displayed in front of me since she was unable to lift herself onto the bed without her hands. I smiled and approached her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist I then hoisted her onto the bed until she was laying on her front. I turned her over, and she was on her back with her flat, sexy chest and just her black panties covering her mound and pussy. I mounted the bed with her, and with her bound wrists she was leaning upwards as if waiting for me. I decided I had enough of her wrists being bound, I didn't want to hurt her or make her uncomfortable. It was different with oral sex, but I wanted her to enjoy this as much as me. I slid my hands under her, and undid the pantyhose binding her wrists and threw it aside. "Are you sure?" She asked me, now rubbing her wrists gently. "I want you to enjoy this, as much as me. You're going to be bouncing a lot, and moving around a lot with me on this bed." I said smiling, as I leaned in to kiss her. I smiled and grabbed hold of my cock by it's base, and with my other hand took hold of the back of Keira's head, and began to pull her mouth back to my cock; minus the binds this time. She was shoving her mouth down my cock hungrily now, holding herself up with her hands on her bedding. She was slurping up and down my shaft, staring up at me with hungry eyes. I plopped my cock from her mouth, and she was gasping for air. "Fuck me, now." She said in a growl to me. I smiled, and stepped back and turned her legs to face me so they were dangling over the edge of the bed. I leaned down taking hold of the waistband of her panties, and rolled them down to see her smooth, shaven pussy beneath. I smiled, rolling them down to her feet and I threw them aside, as we were now both butt naked other than me with my socks. "Here I come." I said with a grin, spreading her legs wide open in a very obscene pose. I moved in close, and placed my thick cock-head against her wet, moist shaven slit. Keira purred and moaned, as my cock-head touched her glistening lips. I poked her pussy a few more times with the head, and without much pressure applied I slid inside her pussy with just the head of my cock. "God, get that thing inside me now mister." She said moaning, with a grin on her lips. I smiled, and rammed my cock forwards pushing the whole thing into her pussy all the way up to the base of my cock. "Oh fuck." Keira growled, rolling her eyes as I slid fully inside her. A few minutes followed of harsh, powerful thrusts that helped to make her small ass smack and bounce against my thighs with each thrust, making nice smacking sounds around the bedroom. "Jesus, you're fucking me harder and deeper than any of my last boyfriends. They just never tried to put their fucking heart into it, you feel like you're trying to empale me. My ex-boyfriends only wanted to please themselves, and left me feeling not satisfied by them." Keira said in a low whisper, with her eyes rolled all the way back and growling to each thrust I gave her. I smiled, and knew I was pleasing her so I decided to make her pant even harder, and cum much harder with some extra pressure with my fingers on her clitoris. This made Keira shudder, and her whole body shook and moved left to right as I continued to fuck her wet, slightly tight pussy as I rubbed away at her clitoris. "Jesus, fuck fuck. I am going to explode you utter bastard." Keira grunted, in her very proper English accent with the obscenities included that made my cock even harder inside her. The panting, grunting and growling from us both was increasing in tempo, and we both knew we were both close to cumming either together or soon after the other person did. "Oh no, God harder James. Press down on it, on my clitoris. Make me fucking gush on your cock and the bed." Keira screamed, as if her lungs were on fire. "Ahh fuck I can't hold it in any more, I am going to plug you full of my swimming boys." I grunted, and clenching my eyes shut I exploded. My cock felt like a broken fire hose, spraying it's contents inside Keira's small, tiny body. With each spurt of my cock, I grunted and rolled my hips as I pushed my body into, and against Keira's pelvis. My movements slowed, as my cock softened inside Keira's pussy. She was rolling her own hips against me, as if trying to hump my soft cock. I knew she was close to cumming, and I continued to add squeezing pressure to her clitoris, even shoving a few fingers inside her wet cunt to get her off. "Oh god you've cum so fucking much, it's all the way inside me. If you get me pregnant you're going to bring this kid up with me, that's for sure." She said giggling slightly, as she began to moan again around my fingers inside her. A few long seconds passed, as her moaning and grunting became so loud the room echoed with them before she let out an ear-piercing scream that signalled her own orgasm had come over her. Her body was soaked wet in glistening sweat, and her eye lids were even wet as she held them clenched shut. I leaned in, and without her knowledge I stole a few deep, erotic kisses with her parted mouth. I shoved my moist tongue between her lips, tasting the wine she had drank only earlier at the restaurant, and some Vodka on her breath from the club. I pulled away, and her lips made a wet smacking sound as our lips broke away; and she was breathing hard below me. "I can see why you untied me, I would have caused us both an injury." She said with a gentle laugh, and opened her eyes that were now glazed and hazy. I smiled, as she leaned up and stole a wet kiss from me before laying back down on the bed. I gently turned Keira onto her side, so I could sidled up behind her, and wrap my arms around her to hold her. She got the meaning of this position, and began to pull her blankets around us for warmth. "I've always wanted a man to hold me like this, fall asleep holding me. My ex-boyfriends, especially my last one said it was pathetic, and that to hold a girlfriend like this as you sleep was not what a man does." She said to me, over her shoulder as she pressed her back against my warm chest. "Then he was a fucking idiot, don't worry you'll be getting held like this from now on in bed, and other places." I said kissing her moist, warm neck softly. "It's quite early to say this, even though we've slept together. But I really like you James, I mean that. Enough for me to let myself do this with you, when if it was any other man he would have to have been dating me for a few weeks before we would sleep together. Don't break my heart James, and I'll make you very happy. All I ask is that you never cheat on me, and if your feelings for me disappear to let me know well in advance, I don't want you surprising me with a break-up when everything seems fine between us." She said, her tone serious but also concerned. "I promise you, I've never cheated yet on anyone; I'm not gonna start to with you. If things ever do change, I will tell you in good time." I said kissing her cheek from behind softly. She smiled, I could see that from the side as her mouth turned upwards and she looked over at me. "I love you." Was all she said, and we kissed before we drifted off to sleep holding one another. (Well as usual girls and guys, all feedback is appreciated as this is a new series and I want to know what everyone thinks about it. It could go in many directions, towards meeting Keira's family, or more sensual places for the couple to get up to some very improper sexual acts. Leave a comment if you enjoyed it, or have any ideas for the next instalment. No time given on the next instalment, as I have other stories to finish up on unless I get a good enough feedback and following on this series, then I'll dedicate more time to it. Thanks everyone.)