Miltone
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Senator Robert Holmes
“Too domestic? You and I having a little picnic together? Hell no!” I laughed. “I think it would be sort of romantic.”
We lay together kissing and hugging and teasing each other for a few minutes longer before our hunger got the better of us. There was a great little place nearby that delivered so we ordered up a chef’s special pizza and a salad. While we were waiting for the delivery, we finished cleaning up our painting project.
I had slipped on just my jeans and was standing at the utility sink, washing the brushes and other tools off when I felt a warm pair of hands on my bare back, working up along my spine then fanning out over my shoulders. They worked down my arms and around my waist only to glide up over my chest. As they wrapped around me, I felt the softness of a cheek and a pair of breasts press up against my back.
”I love you, Robby,” Samantha sighed softly.
“And I love you too, Samantha,” I replied, turning inside the circle of her arms. We shared a long warm wet kiss that sent a tingle all the way down to my bare toes.
She slipped away and went to the bath to wash up while I finished cleaning up. By the time I went to wash, she had finished and I could hear her bustling about in the dining room. I stripped down and took a quick shower. What does one wear to an indoor picnic? I put on a pair of boxers and a robe and went to look for Sam.
Since the dining room set hadn’t arrived yet, she had spread a plaid blanket on the floor and set a candelabra in the middle and lit the candles. I stepped into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of a favorite Merlot, uncorked it and grabbed a couple of glasses. Samantha was sitting on the blanket looking ravishing dressed in a sheer little black robe with what looked like a black lace teddy on underneath.
“May I say that you look most inviting, Miss Davis,” I remarked as I paused by the doorway taking in the sight. “If this is what you consider domestic, sign me up!”
“Well, you’re looking pretty handsome yourself, Senator Holmes,” she giggled. She stretched out her legs and arranged the robe around her body. “So are you going to stand there staring all night, or are you going to bring that bottle of wine over here and offer me some?”
I smiled and joined her on the blanket and poured us each a glass. We held up our glasses toward each other, making a silent toast, since the look in our eyes said everything that was needed. No sooner had we taken a sip, when I felt the urge to lean over and kiss her. Slowly my face edged closer to hers. She licked her lips in anticipation and I could feel the warmth of her breath on my face. Just as I closed my eyes and leaned forward to brush my lips against hers, the doorbell rang.
“Oh, jeez, don’t tell me that this is going to be one of those nights?” I said. “That must be the pizza.” I got up and answered the door, returning quickly with the piping hot pizza and salad. Sitting down beside her again, I looked over at her smiling face and a thought occurred to me. “Mmm, fresh breadsticks, a bottle of wine and your sweet ass! What more can a man ask out of life?”
“Too domestic? You and I having a little picnic together? Hell no!” I laughed. “I think it would be sort of romantic.”
We lay together kissing and hugging and teasing each other for a few minutes longer before our hunger got the better of us. There was a great little place nearby that delivered so we ordered up a chef’s special pizza and a salad. While we were waiting for the delivery, we finished cleaning up our painting project.
I had slipped on just my jeans and was standing at the utility sink, washing the brushes and other tools off when I felt a warm pair of hands on my bare back, working up along my spine then fanning out over my shoulders. They worked down my arms and around my waist only to glide up over my chest. As they wrapped around me, I felt the softness of a cheek and a pair of breasts press up against my back.
”I love you, Robby,” Samantha sighed softly.
“And I love you too, Samantha,” I replied, turning inside the circle of her arms. We shared a long warm wet kiss that sent a tingle all the way down to my bare toes.
She slipped away and went to the bath to wash up while I finished cleaning up. By the time I went to wash, she had finished and I could hear her bustling about in the dining room. I stripped down and took a quick shower. What does one wear to an indoor picnic? I put on a pair of boxers and a robe and went to look for Sam.
Since the dining room set hadn’t arrived yet, she had spread a plaid blanket on the floor and set a candelabra in the middle and lit the candles. I stepped into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of a favorite Merlot, uncorked it and grabbed a couple of glasses. Samantha was sitting on the blanket looking ravishing dressed in a sheer little black robe with what looked like a black lace teddy on underneath.
“May I say that you look most inviting, Miss Davis,” I remarked as I paused by the doorway taking in the sight. “If this is what you consider domestic, sign me up!”
“Well, you’re looking pretty handsome yourself, Senator Holmes,” she giggled. She stretched out her legs and arranged the robe around her body. “So are you going to stand there staring all night, or are you going to bring that bottle of wine over here and offer me some?”
I smiled and joined her on the blanket and poured us each a glass. We held up our glasses toward each other, making a silent toast, since the look in our eyes said everything that was needed. No sooner had we taken a sip, when I felt the urge to lean over and kiss her. Slowly my face edged closer to hers. She licked her lips in anticipation and I could feel the warmth of her breath on my face. Just as I closed my eyes and leaned forward to brush my lips against hers, the doorbell rang.
“Oh, jeez, don’t tell me that this is going to be one of those nights?” I said. “That must be the pizza.” I got up and answered the door, returning quickly with the piping hot pizza and salad. Sitting down beside her again, I looked over at her smiling face and a thought occurred to me. “Mmm, fresh breadsticks, a bottle of wine and your sweet ass! What more can a man ask out of life?”