She was not the type to do this and neither he had assured her, was he. They met over lunch. He could find nowhere else to sit in the busy café but at her table. They had made polite small talk and suddenly found themselves laughing and giggling like old pals.
"So where are you staying?" He asked her in that heart-melting accent of his.
"Oh just at the local hotel." She stammered back very much aware of her clear English accent in contrast to his soft lilting American one. He continued to chat, telling her about all the tourist hotspots of his home town and the places she should avoid.
"I could really do with a tour guide" She sighed "I feel very overwhelmed in this country. Everything is so big and so busy and so....American!" She giggled nervously as He smiled broadly, offering his services as a tour guide for her as long as she would be staying.
She heard her voice gladly accepting his offer and was stunned by her own forwardness and possible stupidity. She had heard all the stories and had listened to the lecture on safety from her friends and family. She had still left for America on her own. She was out to test herself as a single. She wanted to forget her past and to kick-start her future. She didn't plan on making friends, least of all friends of the opposite sex but this man made her feel so comfortable and so safe she couldn't possibly believe there was a bad bone in his attractive body.
They spent a busy day touring around this big Southern city. Max proved to be a fantastic guide. He knew lots about his home town and had a wonderful way of telling stories and relaying facts that made Vicky's mouth curl up into a smile frequently. Something her mouth had not been inclined to do in a long, long time. Darren had stolen all her smiles and left her a miserable husk whilst he moved on to pastures new with a silicone boob job and fake bleached hair to boot. Vicky had been left high and dry and forced to move back in with her parents whilst she reassessed her life.
She couldn't believe the difference in her from the quiet, timid thing she had been in that abusive relationship with Darren to the Vicky she was being now with this tall, lean American stranger. She couldn't believe how much he put her at ease. His easy smile which enveloped her with its warm, the cheeky sparkle in his clear blue eyes and the occasional touch from his warm hands all came together to make her tummy tumble over and over in excitement and her skin to prickle in delight.
Soon she found the day coming to a close and she began to really wish that time would stop. She wanted to stay in his company forever. That realisation dropped into the pit of her stomach and fizzed up making her feel kind of queasy and light headed at the same time. Vicky realised she had feelings for this all American man already. She always saw her self as a common sense sort. This sort of experience was very new to her. Her heart and her body were responding to this man and her brain was letting the rest of her get on with it. She put it down to holiday giddiness and lack of physical contact for months on end.
"I know this is forward and I won't be offended if you say no..." Max's voice pushed into her thoughts and her eyes looked up into his deep blue ones and watched him nervously play with his hair "...but would you like to come back to mine for dinner?"
She let go off the breath she had not been aware she was holding in and she did something bold and brash and totally unlike her old self. The new improved Vicky said
"Yes please. That would be lovely!"
So that is how she found herself in a strange house, in a strange country with a strange man whom she felt she had known all her life.
Wonderfully stomach growlingly good smells were floating from the kitchen to her nostrils. She did not believe she had felt this hungry for a long time and she licked her lips as he walked in carrying two plates covered in tasty looking pasta and sauce.
"Mmmmmmmmm" She moaned as she took the first bite "this is delicious!"
She felt a little pang of excitement as she saw the light pink haze spread over his cheeks
"Why thank you. I do my best. I am glad you find it satisfying."
"Very much so! You are the first man to satisfy me this way you know?" She giggled, coyly nibbling on her lip
"Oh really?" His grin widened "I wonder if my satisfying you will be a theme that continues through this evening."
"I guess that depends on what is for dessert!" I purr.
"Something very satisfying I can assure you." His hand reached out and touched hers gently for a moment leaving a warm imprint on her skin.
The same light flirting continued through the whole meal. Gentle touches and meaningful glances were shared may times over by the two would be lovers. As dinner came to a close Max took Vicky into the living room of his home and sat next to her upon the sofa. Right next to her, so close that their thighs brushed lightly against one another and Vicky could smell Max's heavily masculine scent.
