Restaraunt Vignettes

Katie

She accepted the tea gratefully, and brought the glass to her lips.

"Delicious! Thank you, it hits the spot!"

As he placed the poem in front of her, she smiled then let her eyes read over the words on the page. She herself being lifted, the words washing over her mind like a warm breeze in summer. And something else was there. She could feel the passion of this man, and suddenly she knew she would be unable to resist.

"This is wonderful, Jim! No, truly, it is. You must have a passionate and sensitive soul to be able to write something such as this, yes?" She took a sip from her glass then smiled at him. Her eyes drifted over his body casually, and then back up to his face. She blushed slightly when she realized that he had been watching her. And yet, the electricity was more than she could deny.
 
JIm

Jim saw her looking at him a sort of courious passion in her eyes and when she blushed he suddenly felt very close to her. His poem had been a way of introducing himself to her to let her see the inside of him that lay beneath his rugged exterior.

Her response had been warm and sincere. Jim liked that, no games or pretenses, a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to show it yet sensitive to others needs, respectfull of their feelings.

They found themselves being pulled together by words and ideas about poetry and creativity and how much they had in common.He asked her about her desire to write and if she had anything she might want to share.

The afternoon had slipped a way and Jim loooked up to see the sun an hour away from setting. He looked wistfully toward the river.

Katie looked at him and grinned reading his thoughts but asked anyway wanting him to say it outloud, be honest.

"Whats on you mind, Jim?"

Jim grinned back,

"Fishin, bet the big ones out there just looking for a tasty fly."

"Well don't let me stop you.

She touched his arm not wanting to let him go just yet, but giving him his space.

He looked down at the place where they were touching and feeling that spark that their first kiss had generated hours ago still lingering between them, blurted out.

"Come with me Katie"

Before she could even answer he started making plans outloud


"I'll grab a blanket fix us some lunch... a picnic you know... a loaf of bread a jug of wine and thou.... he grinned then blushed then grinned again.

"Maybe some cheese too?

he stood up and looking down at her, began to think out loud again.

"You're not really dressed for fishin, better find some clothes to keep you warm and comfortable maybe a sweat shirt. Ive got several they'll be a mile too big but the trout wont care and... jeans the're tight on me.. but, looking at her waist continued ...well a belt will keep them from falling down and shoes I've a pair of moccosins that are much too small for me, shrunk when I left them out in the rain. in the bed room up front. he motioned toward the front of the trailer. you can dress there while I make lunch If you don't want to fish you can watch or read you'll find something on the bookshelf above the bed."

He looked at her expectantly and then reached down to take her hand, the boyish grin still on his face and hope in his heart.
 
She looked into his eager face a bit shocked. Fishing? Her? She listened as he eagerly described the "outfit" he had planned on giving her to wear. While practical, it certainly wasn't, uh, the most flattering items she would have ever worn. Still, as she looked into his face, it was difficult to ignore the eager anticipation in his eyes. And besides? Where was she going - not to mention she was enjoying his company.

"Sure, why not? I'm no good at fishing, I think. But spending some quiet time in nature sounds like a wonderful idea."

He snatched her hand, and helped her into the camper. As he bustled about, she watched with a smile on her face. He directed her to the front, and provided a curtain of sorts for her privacy.

As she stripped from her own clothes, she could hear him bustling about, and she smiled. The jeans were a bit big, and long, but she cinched the belt tight and rolled up the legs. The moccasins were a better fit than she imagined, but the sweatshirt practically hid her completely. She rummaged through her purse and found a scrunchie and pulled her hair back into a quick ponytail. She felt like a true "county bumpkin", and could only hope she didn't look too unattractive. Then she had to smile - here, out in the middle of nowhere, and she was worried about her looks!

She pulled back the curtain as dramatically as possible, and stepped out in her best vaudville clown routine, laughing.

"So, what do you think? Think I might get a job at the circus?"
 
Jim

Jim grinned when he heard her make the coment about the circus. She looked fine to him, her eyes shone with anticpation. Even though, as she said she had no interest in fishing, he liked the idea that she would join him so wholeheartedly. He simed up at her and pointed to the bookshelf.
"Grab a couple of books then, theres still some daylight." He grabbed a blanket and the pcinic basket.

Soon they were off down the trail, Jim leading but looking back making sure she was doing ok, Helping her around the rock outcropings and putting his arm around her when the edge was slippery. Every time they touched he felt that familiar electricity pass through his body and he began to wonder what he was doing.

They could be back in his camper sipping wine and maybe... He brushed the thought from his mind more likely she would have gone to the hotel and he would be sitting alone. at least this way she was still here with him.

They came to the pool and Jim spread the blanket on the ground and set the basket down on it. He pulled out the books and then stood up.

Suddenly he began to laugh a long genuinly honest laugh he turned to Katie and said his eyes filled with mirthfull tears.

"I forgot my damn fishing rod."

He laughed again and then he pulled her into his arms wanting her to join him in the irony of the situation.

He leaned back away form her his eyes honest and open.

"What do we do now, my dear it's too late to go back for my rod."

he laughed again and kissed her full and hard.
 
Katie

She glanced about when Jim mentioned his fishing rod, and almost began to laugh before she felt his arms go about her. As his face loomed above hers, she held her breath. She gazed into his eyes, bright with repressed laughter, and she was forced to smile.

Just as quickly, she felt his lips against her own and felt her world begin to spin. Shocked for a moment, she eventually slid her arms about his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. She felt his hands slid down her body, almost hesitantly. She moaned against his lips, wanting to feel more of him, wanting to feel his hands on her body, but afraid of appearing too forward.

As the passion of his kisses grew, Katie found herself less concerned, and pressed her body against him. She let her hands slide down his neck and down to his shoulders. Her hands clutched at him, her need growing.
 
Jim

Hearing her moan against his lips and feeling her body softly joining his created an ugency within Jims body. An urgency to follow his animal instincts and make love with this beautiful and willing woman. This Katie, whom he had only met just hours ago but had somehow become a part of his life. A weclome oasis from the dry desert of a life he had been living before her. He wanted to experience all of her, drink in the velvet softness of her mouth, feel her supple body respond to his caresses as his hands traveled down her back around her waist over the roundness of her butt and back up again.

The too large sweatshirt slipped easily over his hands and he was delighted when his hands touched the bottoms of her firm round braless breasts. he caught his breath before moving his hands upwards, circling gently, fingers splayed attemting to cover every inch of their circular smoothness. Up and around, molding them now feeling a need to learn their dimension and beauty underneath the cloth.

Katie moaned again into his lips, for they were locked together, his tongue probing relentlessly in her mouth, hers returning the erotic play.
 
Katie

As his hands played over her body, she felt her desire increase. A voice in the back of her mind was trying to remind her that she'd only just met this man. But she didn't care.

She felt his hands cupping her breasts, and she leaned into him, wanting to give her breasts to him. Her own hands ran over his arms, feeling the hidden strength beneath the flannel fabric. Reaching between them, her fingers frantically searched for the buttons. Trying to take her time, she began to unbutton his shirt, the backs of her fingers brushing against his flesh.

She thought she felt him shiver, and she broke their kiss as she placed kisses on the exposed skin of his chest. She quickly finished unbuttoning his shirt, then pulled it from his jeans. She ran her hands over his body, then, smiling up at him, took one step back from him.

Placing her hands on the bottom of the sweatshirt, she slowly raised it over her head, watching his eyes on her body. She shivered, though more from desire than from the weather.
 
Jim

Jim caught his breath as the evening shadows played with Katies breasts. His hands wanted to join in and explore the dark recesses below each soft dark circle, his fingers wanted to enlose each taut nipple, experiencing the tension he saw there.

But first he wanted to feast his eyes on the sight. To capture this wonderous vision and tuck it away in his mind. He took both of her hands in his and stepped back to give him the distance to drink in the sight and not be tempted to give in to his hands desire and reach out for her.

He looked at her face darkened too by the coming night and saw the glow of desire in her eyes.
From her hands held tight in his the same glow began to spread from her to him sending a message of acceptance.

he wanted her more than anything else in the world right now and knowing that she too desired him.
Feeling his heart pounding in his chest he took a dep breath to quiet it afraid tha she might fear the urgency of his need.

He saw her smile or rather felt it in the darkness and sighed. He knew that she was waiting.

stepping forward he pulled her into his arms again and his hand guiding her head to his shoulder, cupped the back of her head. Holding her gently for a moment he felt her heart racing just as fast as his.
tipping her head up he kissed her not hard or fast but softly and quietly lingering to feel the softness of her lips on his. feeiling her nipples meshed in the soft hairs of his chest he moaned and reaching round her waist pulled her even closer. His hand going lower found its way between the oversized jeans and her firm butt cupping and pulling as it explored the roundness.

Another connection was made as her mound beneath the cloth pressed against his erection. He moaned again and unconsiously thrust his pelvis forward.
 
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