The Mysterious Traveler III

The mood was quenched rather suddenly with the arrival of plates laden with food. Slowly putting down her hand, Brian smiled at her again before sitting back and clearing a place to set it all. Each item came on it’s own plate. Lucy smiled as she took her eggs from the cook. The older woman gave her a suspicious glance, mumbled something in Spanish and went back to fetch the toast and juice. Brian’s eyes met hers briefly, winked at her, and they both grinned, Lucy shaking her head.
“I don’t know what it is about me, but I don’t think she likes me very much.”
“They’re not accustomed to last minute rearranging of guests.” Brian quipped. “You’re a force to be reckoned with now, and I don’t think you’re what they expected. You’re much too beautiful to be a dragon lady.”
He passed Lucy a set of wrapped silverware, which she unbundled, setting the napkin on her lap and reaching for a fork, plunged it into the pile of eggs. It looked like a bowl had been used to mound them into a pile on the center of a small plate. They looked delicious.
“Mm… this is delicious,” Lucy smiled. “Do they always pile them on like this?”
“They do the same with the pinto gallo.” He said.
“Pinto gallo?” She queried. “Yeah, pinto gallo. Spotted rooster, the staple of the Central American diet. Rice and beans mixed together. You’ll run into it everywhere. I hope you like rice and beans, they serve a lot of it here.”
He smiled as he forked up some eggs, savoring the fresh tastes of tomato and cheese, along with the ham. The older serving woman appeared with a plate of toast, hastily spread with something that didn’t look like, nor melt like butter. Then two frosty glasses of something that smelled heavenly, Lucy thought. They thanked the older woman, who smiled at them and turned to go back to her chores. She apparently doubled as laundress, floor washer, and cook. Lucy smiled, wondering how she’d obtained the moniker of “dragon lady”. She reached for her juice, pausing and smiling at Brian after her first sip.
“Oh, but this is heavenly. What did they put in here…”
He smiled back, sipping the first taste from his own glass.
“Hm.. “ He breathed in it’s fragrance before looking into her eyes. “Tastes like sunshine on a warm, private, tropical beach rubbing suntan lotion on your smooth skin, a walk through the rainforest hand-in-hand searching for toucans, and an afternoon of slow sultry lovemaking.”
He flashed her a wicked grin. Lucy felt her heart leap, and was finding her own mind running away with his suggestions. She was feeling a deep attraction to him which was a little unnerving. “Pineapple, cass, coconut, and a little orange, I believe.” He toasted her again, watching her eyes as she licked off her lips. He was definitely enjoying this. Lucy just smiled at him. And then he took her hand again, lifting it to his lips, and caressed her fingertips with the tip of his tongue. If she hadn’t known he’d noticed her scent before, she was positive of it now. Her heart raced as the intimacy of his touch made her body respond. He closed his eyes as he ran his nose over and between her fingers. Lucy felt her hand open, almost of it’s own, and she gently cupped his face. She held her breath. And then he smiled at her again.
“Ambrosia, I believe.” He said, licking his lips. “Yours.” He kissed her open palm, inhaling her scent again. “Quite the most beautiful scent I’ve ever smelled.” Lucy felt a wave of heat lower in her abdomen, and a tightening of the muscles of her kitty. He knew. He’d known from the first time he’d kissed her hand. The situation was moving faster than she’d ever thought possible. She hastily pulled her hand away, and took a drink of the juice. He went back to his eggs. Lucy could feel her own body’s response to his words, his voice, his touch. Her panties were damp. More than damp, wet. And her nipples were swollen, her panties clung to her kitty, and she was feeling very sexy, and very wanted. The feelings were confusing, conflicted, and yet extremely good. She felt herself longing to find out if he’d keep his promises.
“You are a very dangerous man.” She said, finally. “And you make me feel extremely naughty.” “Alas.” He said with a long sigh.. Then he smiled at her again, and Lucy realized he knew exactly what the situation was, and he was being as cautious about it as she was.
“Perhaps we should rip ourselves from the temptation of secluded beaches and rainforests, and make sure we’re always in public. Otherwise I’m not sure what dangerous things I might want to try.”
“What did you have in mind?” Lucy asked, fearing she was losing him. She was aware he had made no mention about bedroom.
“Shopping? Would you like to go shopping? I think it would be fun.”
“Yes.. “ she felt herself sigh. “Yes, I’d love to. Do they have a market here? I’ve always wanted to see one?”
“Oh yes, and more… some lovely boutiques too.” He smiled and winked. “Who knows what I might find…for you.”
Lucy felt her pulse race again, as he said boutiques. She wondered if she’d try things on for him... and what kind of interesting fun the morning would bring. They’d be in public… what possibly could be more innocent than that. Two friends… she found her thoughts drawn to the image of walking through the market, joking and laughing and holding hands. The dampness of her panties made her smile. It was going to be an interesting morning.