awww
escapes.
"Well, I thought
your
pics were kinda cute," you reply. "But I think you look a lot better in person. Your eyes are absolutely hypnotizing! And you've got much broader shoulders than it looks like you do in your pics."
"Yeah, a much broader waist too."
You laugh heartedly.
"No you look good. Maybe you could be in better shape, but you aren't scrawny like a lot of guys I see. And you aren't bulging obscenely at the waist."
You laugh as you see me cringe.
"Go do some sit ups and get back in shape and you'll look great. And like I said, I love your eyes!"
"Yeah, its all about the baby blues…" I lean forward resting my chin on my wrists, batting my eyelashes in mocking flirtation, "chicks dig the eyes."
You let out a loud chuckle that draws the attention of other shoppers around us.
Leaning forward, hoping to draw less attention, I softly ask, "So, what did you have on the agenda?"
"Well, I thought first a little shopping, then a stop by the Marble Slab for some mint chocolate I've been craving the past few days since we talked on the phone. From there maybe the park for an hour or so – so I can get my sun for the day. Oh, and I looked online to see what movies are playing, nothing looked all that appealing, so I thought we'd go back to your place – or mine – and rent a movie and hang out."
My mind registers every word you say, but it's focus is on the slightly strawberry tent to your brown hair, a perfect match for your light brown eyes. Your plump rosy cheeks as you smile, the subtle curve of your cleavage under your dress.
I want so desperately to reach across the table, pull you into my arms and kiss you forever.
After I get a drink, we start walking the promenade. My senses are keenly aware of how close you stand to me as we talk. The scent of your perfume…
I try desperately keep my attention on the conversation. We are here for you. A chance to get your mind off things and just have a good time. But being so close to you, after wanting you so badly for the past 8 months, is intoxicating.
You stroll into a few clothing stores with me tagging behind. You look at a few shirts or jeans, holding the various articles up for me to give my approving nod or sour shake of the head. As if I'm one to judge fashion.
Before I know it we've made a lap half way around the mall. You hold your head proud for having – so far – not purchased a thing. As we round the corner I notice a twinkle in your eye. I turn to look in the direction your looking and the cannon in my chest goes off once again.
You bee-line straight for Victoria's Secret.
I am so not making it out of this mall alive.
You scurry about, from one display to the next, avoiding picking up any one item for fear of purchasing it, yet its there plainly on your face – you are on a mission.
I bask in the knowledge that the passers by, the customers in the store, the employees… they all know that you are with me, shopping for bras and panties. It could only be better if there were bra and bikini clad sales women to present you with your selection.
"I think I'll try these on real quick," you say, curling up a rather skimpy wad of cloth in your hand.
"If you don't mind that is?"
"Of course… I'll wait right here," I reply trying not to look obviously curious as to what you are trying on.
I try to look not so out of place in the middle of a lingerie shop while waiting for you to return.
Just, think casual…
You finally appear, seeming to be rather pleased, and head straight for the register. You shoo me away as I approach, the cute cashier glancing up giving me a sly grin while giggling. As I step toward the entrance of the store, out of the corner of my eye I see you seem to whisper to the cashier. Paying it no mind, I wait. You dart again into the dressing room and after a few moments reappear and address the cashier.
Finally, clutching your new purchase like a badge, we stroll out of the store back into the bustle of the promenade. You seem a bit more at ease, yet inexplicably excited, especially considering the reason for our meeting – your ex.
We finally come to the Marble Slab. For once, they have my favorite… mint chocolate. The perfect blend of chocolate with a syrupy swirl of mint. Divine.
You start to nibble on yours as you set down your V.S. bag.
"Oooo this is
soo
good!"
"I told you, like an orgasm – in convenient easy to carry ice cream form," I tease.
You let out a healthy snicker as you continue to eat.
The silence breeds time for my mind to wander again… covering your body in this minty treasure, being forced to slowly lick your body clean of every drop.
I shovel larger bites to my mouth, and gulp what's left of my soda from the food court.
Finally we stand and head toward the exit that I entered from. You seem to bask in the warm sun as we step outside. You cup your free arm under mine as I lead you to my car. I unlock the doors remotely and open yours for you. As I slide into the drivers seat, I can't help but notice you've kept your V.S. bag on the floor, on the side opposite from me and buried under your legs.
My interest is peaked all the more for it.
We chat lightly as you direct me to the park you requested. It's difficult for me to come up with anything to talk about, wanting desperately to avoid anything that could bring your ex to mind, and my raging hormones. You tilt your head back in the seat and to the side a bit, looking up out the cracked window.
"It's such a beautiful day," you murmur. My eyes dart from the road to the line of your neck.
I lead the car down the winding entrance of the park, passing several lovely spots, heading to the location you direct me to.
It's a bit isolated from the rest of the park, but its beautiful none the less. Just off the road tall trees provide shade to a trail which follows a small stream to a secluded lake. You casually climb out of the car as it comes to a stop, stretching in the sunlight. The arch of your back causes your already attractive chest to scream for that much more attention.
We stroll along the trail, a gentle breeze waving the branches of the trees.
When we eventually reach the lake, you look in awe at the ducks and geese scurrying about. There are a couple small families about, the children tossing handfuls of bread to the birds. You notice me toss a few pieces and turn to look at me in surprise.
From seemingly no where I pulled a baggie with a few slices of bread, torn to shreds. Perfect for bird feeding.
"Where did you get that?"
"Hey – Boy Scout motto. Always be prepaired."
You grin broadly as I had you some bread.
After all the bread is gone and we tire of watching the birds, we find a swing set and have a seat, watching the sun slowly inch its way toward the horizon.
Finally, just as the last sliver of light slips out of sight, we stand and start heading back. As we approach the front of the car, you take my hand into yours. Pausing a moment, you look down, as though you've suddenly lost your voice.
"Mike, I really want to thank you for today. You've kept your word better than I could have imagined. You've been able to keep my mind completely off of Daniel all day."
"I aim to please," I whisper back.
As I turn to continue to the car, you seem to linger, still holding my hand.
I step closer toward you.
Your dress billows lazily, hair kissed softly by the breeze.
My free hand seems to lead itself up your arm, across your shoulder and finally come to a rest on your neck, its thumb resting on your cheek. My amusement at the seeming self motivation my hand has discovered within itself evaporates as I look into those beautiful eyes. Together, we lean inward, our lips ever so softly touching. A soft peck, lingering. Another. The cannon that is my heart feels like a 21 gun salute. Our tongues mingle together in an unhurried dance. Our bodies move closer together. My hand slips from your grasp and slides itself behind your back.
And with a snap of the fingers, I'm hard.
We both step back from the kiss slowly. You look down at my erection, and then back up, into my eyes.
I have no embarrassment. I have no shame. I make no attempt to hide my growing cock. Here, with you, it feels as though this is exactly how things are supposed to be. The two of us kissing, a growing bulge in my pants...
All was right with the world.
I feel your thumb softly stroking my arm.
I turn and lead you to the car.
As we reach the door I firmly take your arms and spin you around to face me. Our lips meet once again as you throw your arms around my neck. My hands slide down and grasp your midsection. We kiss as though it had been several days since our last, rather than the 10 feet from where we had just been standing. I press my body against yours, pressing you against the car, my plainly obvious erection presses against you.
I break the kiss, fearing that to not do so would lead to me ripping your clothes off right there in the park for everyone to see.
Our eyes meet for a long moment.
