Pie Part III
They ate in relative silence, most of the sounds being those of forks scraping against plates and sounds of very satisfied chewing. Lucy found herself watching him, trying to gauge what was going on inside his head. He’d smiled at her a few times, lingering smiles that made her heart drop a few inches in her chest, or at least it felt that way. She sat with her legs crossed, one foot dangling in her slipper, the other tucked beneath her chair. She was aware of her own fragrance, the sultry scent of her body mixed with his from their nights tryst. It was rather distracting, but she plowed through her eggs and ate the toast, washing it down with coffee until he arose and made orange juice. He appeared with two glasses, and poured.
Again, her thoughts drifted to their time in Costa Rica, the splendid juice drinks, the shopping, the evening they’d spent at the outdoor concert on a Friday evening. He’d bought her an ice cream cone, and they’d sat on the steps, listening to a Costa Rican orchestral rendition of the Boston Pops, replete with an interesting version of Leroy Anderson’s Syncopated Clock with decidedly Latin overtones. The concert had finished with a couple of dance numbers, and Brian had led her out onto the paved square near the fountain and they’d danced alone while other people watched. He’d surprised her at how well he danced, but that night he’d been full of surprises. They’d even had applause from a few watchers, and some very approving looks. It had been spontaneous, and fun. They’d walked in silence back to their hotel, not daring to break the magical atmosphere by saying anything.
But the time spent after he’d returned her to his room had been something she’d never imagined could happen, and the sweet memory of it made her ache. She closed her eyes and smiled. She squirmed in her chair aware that her panties were practically sticking to it, and poured another cup of coffee. It too was full of memories. Funny, she thought, how many memories were so easily triggered by food. Brian poured himself another cup. He’d been watching Lucy savoring her coffee. There had been flashes of emotion crossing her face and he wondered silently whether she’d share. He’d caught smiles, and a sigh. And he’d been sure she was as aware of her own scent. It had grown more compelling even in the last few minutes. He wondered if her panties were as wet as he thought they might be. It had certainly surprised him the first time he’d seen the evidence first hand when she’d surprised him with her panties in Costa Rica. And he’d also found out that she was like no other woman he’d ever met. She was so beautiful, sexy, spontaneous, and sweet, flirty and very, very affectionate. He slid his hand across the table and touched the top of her hand. She looked up into his eyes, over the rim of her coffee cup. He winked and she smiled, all the way to the corners of her eyes. They were delightful eyes, their gray depths full of fascination and intriguing thoughts that flashed across them. A strand of her blonde hair slid across her face. He reached out and tucked it back in, catching her smile, and realizing he’d just done something incredibly intimate again without thinking. He felt his own heart race when she ran her fingers over his. Something so seemingly casual, and yet at the moment so intimate. It was a caress, a promise, a question.
“I was just thinking of Alajuela. Good thoughts.” She winked. “The coffee reminded me of that little café you took me to lunch at. What was it? Coffee Dreams or something strangely gringo like that.”
“Yes. Coffee dreams.” He smiled. “How could I ever forget the faux pas I pulled there? Ordering coffee before the meal, tut tut. I’ll never do that again.” He ran his fingertip over her fourth finger, and then played with her rings, holding them between two fingers he rotated them half a turn one way and then back. Lucy smiled, but her heart pounded. Her hand turned over and she held his fingers tightly against her palm. Her whole body was trembling, and her breathing was becoming shallow. She could feel her nipples pressing against her bra.
“So…” he sighed, looking into her eyes again. “We should probably work out a strategy to deal with your problem.”
“So…” Lucy smiled back. She was finding herself wanting him to ask her back to bed. Her body ached for him to fill her again.
“Is it just me?” He asked. “Or did we suddenly turn up the heat in here?”
“I think it’s just us.” Lucy confessed. “You just do it. I can’t help it anymore than you can. I’ve been watching you try to pretend you’re not thinking of what we did in Costa Rica, just like I am.”
“That transparent, huh?” He sipped his coffee, but Lucy noticed the slight shake of his hands, and his voice. She nodded affirmatively, watching him try to settle the cup on the saucer without spilling. It rattled when it touched. As an answer, Lucy raised his hand in hers, until his fingers brushed across her lips. She kissed them tenderly, closing her eyes just a moment as she breathed in the scent of his skin. Brian felt a shudder run through his whole body as he witnessed the incredible intimacy of the moment.
“I was thinking,” he said. Lucy looked up at him as if to say save it for later. But he persisted. “I was thinking, we need a strategy for dealing with your ex-boss.. I think I might have something. But it looks like you have something in mind.”
“Mhmmm.” Her lips caressed his fingers again, this time accompanied by the tip of her tongue as she traced along one and then the next. Brian felt his heart race, and his erection grew sizably. She was having her way with him and he really couldn’t stop. And then she was on his lap, and his mouth was on her mouth, and then her neck, and then her robe parted and the fragrance of her bra covered breasts assaulted his senses. She was on fire, and this time he was the one going to be consumed. She unfastened her bra and pulled his face to her breasts as she shrugged out of her robe.
“I need you Brian. Now.” She trembled as she spoke the words.
“I need you, Lucy.. I’m here. Now.” He whispered as his lips stroked a line from her throat to the side of her bare breast. Lucy threw her head back and pulled his face to her chest, enjoying the fulfillment of his attentions. He stroked her left breast with one hand while his lips closed around her engorged right nipple. She groaned and raked her crotch across his legs. The fragrant heat of her arousal filtered up between her breasts. He uttered a low growl, and once again… Lucy found herself taken again by Brian. And, it was perfect.
Again, her thoughts drifted to their time in Costa Rica, the splendid juice drinks, the shopping, the evening they’d spent at the outdoor concert on a Friday evening. He’d bought her an ice cream cone, and they’d sat on the steps, listening to a Costa Rican orchestral rendition of the Boston Pops, replete with an interesting version of Leroy Anderson’s Syncopated Clock with decidedly Latin overtones. The concert had finished with a couple of dance numbers, and Brian had led her out onto the paved square near the fountain and they’d danced alone while other people watched. He’d surprised her at how well he danced, but that night he’d been full of surprises. They’d even had applause from a few watchers, and some very approving looks. It had been spontaneous, and fun. They’d walked in silence back to their hotel, not daring to break the magical atmosphere by saying anything.
But the time spent after he’d returned her to his room had been something she’d never imagined could happen, and the sweet memory of it made her ache. She closed her eyes and smiled. She squirmed in her chair aware that her panties were practically sticking to it, and poured another cup of coffee. It too was full of memories. Funny, she thought, how many memories were so easily triggered by food. Brian poured himself another cup. He’d been watching Lucy savoring her coffee. There had been flashes of emotion crossing her face and he wondered silently whether she’d share. He’d caught smiles, and a sigh. And he’d been sure she was as aware of her own scent. It had grown more compelling even in the last few minutes. He wondered if her panties were as wet as he thought they might be. It had certainly surprised him the first time he’d seen the evidence first hand when she’d surprised him with her panties in Costa Rica. And he’d also found out that she was like no other woman he’d ever met. She was so beautiful, sexy, spontaneous, and sweet, flirty and very, very affectionate. He slid his hand across the table and touched the top of her hand. She looked up into his eyes, over the rim of her coffee cup. He winked and she smiled, all the way to the corners of her eyes. They were delightful eyes, their gray depths full of fascination and intriguing thoughts that flashed across them. A strand of her blonde hair slid across her face. He reached out and tucked it back in, catching her smile, and realizing he’d just done something incredibly intimate again without thinking. He felt his own heart race when she ran her fingers over his. Something so seemingly casual, and yet at the moment so intimate. It was a caress, a promise, a question.
“I was just thinking of Alajuela. Good thoughts.” She winked. “The coffee reminded me of that little café you took me to lunch at. What was it? Coffee Dreams or something strangely gringo like that.”
“Yes. Coffee dreams.” He smiled. “How could I ever forget the faux pas I pulled there? Ordering coffee before the meal, tut tut. I’ll never do that again.” He ran his fingertip over her fourth finger, and then played with her rings, holding them between two fingers he rotated them half a turn one way and then back. Lucy smiled, but her heart pounded. Her hand turned over and she held his fingers tightly against her palm. Her whole body was trembling, and her breathing was becoming shallow. She could feel her nipples pressing against her bra.
“So…” he sighed, looking into her eyes again. “We should probably work out a strategy to deal with your problem.”
“So…” Lucy smiled back. She was finding herself wanting him to ask her back to bed. Her body ached for him to fill her again.
“Is it just me?” He asked. “Or did we suddenly turn up the heat in here?”
“I think it’s just us.” Lucy confessed. “You just do it. I can’t help it anymore than you can. I’ve been watching you try to pretend you’re not thinking of what we did in Costa Rica, just like I am.”
“That transparent, huh?” He sipped his coffee, but Lucy noticed the slight shake of his hands, and his voice. She nodded affirmatively, watching him try to settle the cup on the saucer without spilling. It rattled when it touched. As an answer, Lucy raised his hand in hers, until his fingers brushed across her lips. She kissed them tenderly, closing her eyes just a moment as she breathed in the scent of his skin. Brian felt a shudder run through his whole body as he witnessed the incredible intimacy of the moment.
“I was thinking,” he said. Lucy looked up at him as if to say save it for later. But he persisted. “I was thinking, we need a strategy for dealing with your ex-boss.. I think I might have something. But it looks like you have something in mind.”
“Mhmmm.” Her lips caressed his fingers again, this time accompanied by the tip of her tongue as she traced along one and then the next. Brian felt his heart race, and his erection grew sizably. She was having her way with him and he really couldn’t stop. And then she was on his lap, and his mouth was on her mouth, and then her neck, and then her robe parted and the fragrance of her bra covered breasts assaulted his senses. She was on fire, and this time he was the one going to be consumed. She unfastened her bra and pulled his face to her breasts as she shrugged out of her robe.
“I need you Brian. Now.” She trembled as she spoke the words.
“I need you, Lucy.. I’m here. Now.” He whispered as his lips stroked a line from her throat to the side of her bare breast. Lucy threw her head back and pulled his face to her chest, enjoying the fulfillment of his attentions. He stroked her left breast with one hand while his lips closed around her engorged right nipple. She groaned and raked her crotch across his legs. The fragrant heat of her arousal filtered up between her breasts. He uttered a low growl, and once again… Lucy found herself taken again by Brian. And, it was perfect.
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