Nick and Lydia had been playing the flirting and teasing game for a couple of months now. They had met on a kink website and started chatting due to some mutual experiences. She had left the site but he had kept in touch. They were both lonely and enjoyed each other's company. They talked art, performances, music, films and occasionally Pokemon. He found her incredibly sensual and alluring. Her flame-filled hair and stunning petite form was something out of his fantasies or one of Rossetti's paintings.
As they chatted he found he connected with her on a deeper level than his normal conversations. She was reluctant to take things further than flirting and teasing and he could respect that even if it drove him wild occasionally imagining all that could be possible. One night, after a day full of chatting and a particularly low point for him he asked if he could have a hug! She had been down a few weeks before and he had given her a hug; she had told him then that he gave good cuddles. (Nick gave good cuddles).
Lydia had enjoyed a couple of drinks and after a little bit of considering agreed to let him come round. Though she didn't live very far, Nick wasted no time. He was in the car and round at her house in a couple of minutes. She opened the door - all wrapped up and warm but still radiant in her beauty and let him inside. They didn't get past the entry way before she was in his arms.
They sought the solace of human contact to cheer them both up and as they hugged and he felt her warmth against him, he knew how special she was and all that he wanted to do for herThey stood there embracing each other for a few minutes. That contact bringing them back into the light, lifting them from the darkness that occasionally seemed to fill them. The smell of her hair and the softness of her against him stirred Nick in other ways and before it became too obvious Nick suggested sitting down.
Lydia led him through to the front room and showed him the DVD she had put on. It was Moulin Rouge - one of her favourites and something she insisted he had to watch. Nick declined the drink she offered, but she fixed herself one before joining him on the sofa and pushing play on the film. Nick pulled her legs up across his lap and caressed her calves as the movie began to play. She was so beautiful. He caught bits of the movie but was more interested in her.
He leaned in and hugged her again. Her head tilted up invitingly. Nick hesitated. It was a line they hadn't crossed, but everything in him cried out to follow his instincts. He leaned down and kissed her. She tasted of the drink she had been sipping and something else undefinable. Her kisses were like a fire that warmed him. The sadness and loneliness and frustration that had assailed him for months melted away with those soft kisses and her in his arms. His hands slid over her thighs and calves as his kissed her - the tender kisses also tinged with the need he had for this physical contact with her. He felt himself harden against her legs across his lap and wondered if she noticed.
They continued for sometime, watching the movie, cuddling, kissing, talking about nothing much but enjoying every word and the warmth of each other's company. He felt his arousal growing with every kiss and decided he had probably better leave before things went too far. Holding her tightly and kissing her one last time before he had to go he made his apologies and stood slowly, terribly aware of how hard he was now. She stood with him to show him out and they walked through to the entrance hall where he had hugged her that night first. Taking her in his arms again he held her tight and kissed her one last time, trying to fight the urges that burned through him
The feel of her body against his was driving him wild. Screw it, he thought, as he pressed her up against the wall facing away from him. His fingers were in her hair, her back to his chest as he swept her hair to one side to kiss her neck. She was so beautiful, so kind and compassionate, and he needed her. His kisses grew more fierce as he felt himself succumb. She was pinned, helpless, his arousal was mounting. He ground his hard shaft against her ass as his hand slipped lower to rub between her legs through the material of her pants. Hearing the soft moan escape her lips was his final undoing - she was enjoying this as much as him, her kisses reflected that need back to him.