Simply invite her to spend the night

You decide to just come out and say it, no point in prevaricating, so as soon as your beautiful colleague has resumed her seat, you ask the question.

"Léa, I've been having such a lovely time this evening. Would you like to stay with me here tonight?"

You don't know what you expected, but not the immediate reply, as though she's been eagerly expecting the invitation.

"Yes, Jaques, I would like that very much." She pauses, smiling shyly. "I do not want to seem presumptuous, but I brought my toilette bag with me, just in case."

"Oh, well, that's excellent," you respond, a little of your old nervousness around women (from before finding the Rulebook) showing, but you push it away and **** yourself to engage in small talk until you finish the meal, although what you really want is to carry this gorgeous woman to your bed and ravish her mercilessly.

She seems to read your mind, or else she's equally keen to have you inside her, because no sooner have you finished the coffee than she asks whether you would like to retire early. It's still well before your bedtime, but you agree at once and the two of you decide that you should get ready for bed whilst Léa finishes her waitressing duties and then she'll join you. You tell her where to find the bathroom and bedroom, although you suspect Jie already armed her with this information.

Half an hour later, you're washed and your bladder is empty and you're lying in bed naked awaiting your guest. You're relieved that you've been spared the awkwardness of stripping in front of her as it would scarcely have been as elegant as the way she disrobed for you, earlier. The bedside lamps are on, providing discreet illumination, without the harshness of the overhead light. This is how you see the blonde vision of beauty enter your bedroom for the first time. You draw back the covers and beckon her forth to join you.

Smiling sultrily, the twenty-seven year old stalks across the carpet barefoot, before crawling over the bed to you and planting a sensuous kiss on your lips. It's only then you notice that her hair has been freed and now falls loosely about her slender shoulders. She has fixed her face, removing the tears which had still been adorning her cheeks, but you can still see that her eyes are red rimmed from crying. You're actually a bit sad about that, but no doubt the pain that lovemaking will cause her will get her weeping again.

It won't be long before you find out, because you take firm hold of her torso (making her gasp into your mouth when your fingers grip her over the switch marks) and flip her onto her back, climbing on top of her. She looks yearningly up at you and wraps her long, slim legs around your waist. You bend forward and kiss her again, slowly, passionately.

"This will hurt you, yes, Léa?"

"Yes, Jaques, it will be agony. You will enjoy it more that way, I think. I want you to have that pleasure. Please let me suffer for you tonight, Jaques."

No need no further encouragement. She's soaking wet, although you think that might be due to artificial lubrication, rather than arousal. Nevertheless, you plunge into her urgently, with no tenderness or hesitation. She throws her head back, mouth open in a rictus of anguish as your manhood tortures her raw sex. She struggles to stifle her need to scream and as you foresaw, tears start to flow down her cheeks once more. Despite the pain, her body thrusts up to meet you, whipped breasts pressing against your chest while your pubic hair scrapes her sore nether lips like a wire brush. You brush kisses down her neck and fulfil your earlier desire to suck and gnaw on her throbbing nipples, revelling in her piteous whimpers and cries.

You impress yourself with your stamina, but all good things must come to an end and eventually you slump, exhausted, atop your young lover. She sighs, possibly with relief and hugs you close, her legs still entwined about your body. Neither of you speaks, while your heartrate and breathing slowly return to normal. Finally, you roll off and she immediately slides down to your legs, taking your flaccid prick into her mouth and cleaning your combined juices from you.

The night is still relatively young and as you feel your ardour starting to rise again at her enthusiastic ministrations, you realize that your date may not be over yet.