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I packed our bags and put them next to the door while Ann was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She was applying just enough to highlight her vibrant eyes. I couldn't help but think of the art of Patrick Nagel once again, and how the eyes of the women he painted were the captivating feature. She was working on her eye shadow, humming happily. In truth, she was one of those women that could get away without any makeup if she wanted. Apparently she'd decided it was a day where she was choosing not to wear much at all... and the same could be said for her outfit.
She had put on a sexy cropped top and a matching miniskirt. They were both kelly green, with yellow piping around the edges. The top was sort of a tank top, but the straps over her shoulders were thinner, like a bikini would have... they even tied in bows on top of her shoulders, making it a little daring. The skirt was pleated, and just covered her ass and crotch. She showed hints of each when she moved toward me, making a quick spin on the yellow stilettos she'd worn the night before to show herself off for me.
When she made her little turn, I caught a glimpse of the yellow G-string she was wearing... the same one she'd worn for a very short time the night before. I wondered how long it would be into our day before I could coax her out of it, thinking it wouldn't take much. Her nipples were pressing into her tight top, announcing their presence, and her arousal.
"So, what do you think?" she smiled.
"I think you're a very smart woman," I said with a grin.
She gave me a puzzled stare. "I know I'm smart, Neil... what does that have to do with what I'm wearing and how I look in it?"
"Because you were the one that insisted we get ready to go and eat downstairs, instead of having breakfast in bed. If I would have known you were going to wear that, we'd be spending another night here," I smirked as I took her in my arms.
She moaned as I kissed her neck and said, "I thought the same thing when I saw you coming out of the bathroom earlier. You don't know how tempted I am to rip your clothes off right now and fuck you all day long."
She ran her hands over the tight stretchy material of the cut top I was wearing. It was a red workout shirt that was designed to breathe while you ran, or lifted, or whatever. It molded to my body, accentuating my abdomen and chest, making me look more ripped than I really was, at least in my opinion. She seemed to be drooling as she felt my upper body through the shirt. But her eyes were staring below. I was wearing a pair of white gym shorts that came halfway down my thighs. The sides were a mesh that allowed them to breathe as well, and they were what I considered perfect. Not too snug, and not too loose. They gave my cock plenty of room to move, but also showed my bulge. She could tell through the weave of the mesh that I'd gone without underwear, and she moved one of her hands down to play with me for a moment.
I kissed her and said, "I'd love to, Ann, but I'm starving, and we've got a big day ahead. I promise, we're going to have a lot of fun on the way though."
"Sure I can't tempt you with a quickie?" she said with a grin.
"You can tempt me anytime, babe. But we really do need to get on the road in the next hour or so. Besides, I've already fucked you in this room. We're going to be crossing most of the country in the next few days... I'm sure we can find someplace else to have some fun."
I took her hand off my crotch and held it, leading her toward the door. We'd certainly gotten our money's worth out of the 'Bed' portion of the Bed and Breakfast we were staying at. We headed downstairs for the Breakfast part of our stay.
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"My goodness. You two are up a lot earlier than I ever would have imagined. I figured you might be in bed all morning after the way we left you, and here you are, already dressed," Todd said as we entered the small dining area just off the main foyer.
He was the distinguished gentleman that had walked down the hallway our room was on the night before, only to catch a glimpse of a nearly naked Ann because I'd been too preoccupied staring at her to close our door. That glimpse caused him to stop dead in his tracks, and from there she gave him, as well his beautiful wife, Gracie, a voyeuristic treat.
He was sitting at a table in a maroon silk robe and a pair of navy silk pajama bottoms. His hairy chest was exposed just a little as he pretended to read the newspaper he was holding. In truth, we'd caught him ogling the hot woman next to him. That woman was Gracie, who looked amazing. She was wearing a bright red robe made entirely of lace. It covered all of her intimate parts, but it still offered enough flashes of skin here and there to leave a wonderful impression as to what may be underneath. There was little doubt it was meant for the bedroom, which made it all the more sexy that she was wearing it in the dining room in public.
The other thing that struck me was her hair. Gone was the perfectly coiffed look she'd sported the night before; those blonde locks being so mussed, I couldn't help but picture what had happened to make it that way. I seriously doubted it was a rough night's sleep. It looked wild and tousled, and that only made her look more attractive.
She waived to Ann and I as we stood in the doorway. They were the only two people in the quaint space; the entire room only having six tables. Four of them were tables for two, and two were tables for four. Gracie and Todd were sitting together at one of the tables for four in the middle of the room. Ann waved back, as I asked her where she'd like to sit.
"Please, won't you join us," Gracie asked with a warm, inviting smile.
I looked at Ann, who was already nodding. I held her chair for her as she sat down across from Todd and next to Gracie, which meant I would be sitting between Ann and Todd, looking across the table at Todd's attractive wife.
Todd stood as I pulled out my chair, and stuck out his hand. "Todd Armstrong," he said with a firm shake. "And this, of course, is my dear Gracie."
The pride in his voice in announcing his wife really hit home with me. Here was a man that was truly devoted to the woman he was sitting next to, the lustful way he had been staring at her when we walked into the room being exhibit A.
"Neil Thomas," I said as I sat down. Pointing toward Ann, I said, "And of course, you've met Ann."
Ann stuck out her hand, and Todd took her delicate fingers in his grip and pulled her hand up slightly. "Mrs. Thomas. I'm so pleased to actually meet you properly."
"Ann Franklin," she said as he kissed the back of her hand.
"Franklin?" Gracie said, her face showing she was a little stunned.
"Yes. We're engaged," Ann said with a smile.
"Of course... we shouldn't have presumed that. When's the wedding?" Todd asked.
"December. Either the 2nd or the 9th... we'll know when we get back to Indiana and talk to the minister to see which week works best," I said.
Ann was busy showing off her ring to her new friend. It was nowhere near the huge rock that Gracie sported on her finger, but the way Gracie reacted to looking at Ann's, you would have thought it was the other way around.
"My, what a beautiful ring! Neil, you have such good taste."
I snickered and said, "Yeah, well... I'll just take credit for having the good taste... and sense, to fall in love with such a loving, forgiving woman, and leave it at that."
They looked at me, and I looked at Ann. Ann looked at me and said, "You could have just smiled and nodded, Neil."
