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What's it like as predator, instead of prey?
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Chapter #5

Too late!

    by: manubestofplus Author IconMail Icon
*an addition by: Gimlet*

Staring into this woman's eyes you try to resist the strange urges swelling in you... and realise it is a lost cause. This feeling has come apon you twice now, how many more times will you have to resist? You don't think you can do it again... in fact you can't do it now!
"I said are you OK?"
The woman's voice breaks you from a second reverie. You are really loosing it!
"I.. I'm really fine, I.." you stare down at her chest, stretching the tight fabric of her shirt and suddenly get the urge to suck on her bre... "No!"
"What?" she says, jumping at your sudden tone.
Oops, did you say that out loud?
"I'm sorry, really," you fight the urge one last time but in your heart you know it's WAY too late. You know that one way or another this woman isn't coming away from this meeting except inside of you! "I just... noticed you've popped some buttons on your shirt."
She looks surprised then giggles.
"Oh, not again!" and she reaches down to her shirt, but your hands get there first.
She gasps as you stroke across between her chest, not from contact as the fabric is pulled taught between her breasts there, she can't feel it. You guess she is just shocked you reached for her.
"Here, they're just about to..." and you pull three of the buttons off, SNAP, SNAP, SNAP! "Damn, you're going to need a new shirt."
The woman stares at your hands, now still, though shaking a little, poised above her chest, then slowly her gaze lifts till she stares into your eyes. You hadn't realised you had got this close, it's bare inches between your faces and it's obvious she can see at least well enough at this distance to make eye contact without her glasses.
"Oh dear." she says simply, almost whispering, but her eyes say so much more, a wanton passion welling inside, pouring through her eyes into yours. "Perhaps you could help me with that?"
It's so easy, just gently reach up and undo the remaining buttons one by one, down her chest. You can see it rise and fall, faster and faster now as her breathing gets shallow and rapid her eyes flicking from your own gaze to your body and back. It seems you've found someone who appreciates you and your mind snaps back to that Saturday last week with Kate. The image of your girlfriend giving herself to you snaps something in you. This woman wants to be with you, not inside you! She doesn't know what she is getting into!

You have the following choices:

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1. One last effort, try to pull away, for her own good!

2. Give her what she wants, then take the rest.

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