Restaraunt Vignettes

[soliloquy]

OOC:

Welcome to Les Bourgeois Bistro, a quaint restaraunt along the bluffs of central Missouri overlooking the river. The restaraunt is an A frame building--spacious and well lit by the sunlight through its many windows. It is designed to look unfinised, though it is finished (wooden beams, a pseudo-concrete floor, and furniture made of iron and wood). The food is among the best cuisine in the nation (best creme brulee ever), but the prices are affordable. The Bistro is also a winery, as there is a vineyard close by.

The atmosphere makes for relaxing lunches and romantic dinners. The idea here is to have vignettes which may or may not overlap, and all begin in the restaraunt. Wherever you and your partner(s) want to take it from there is up to you. This is an open thread and I encourage any and all to join in.

If you want to interact with specific individuals on lit, please note so in your post. Otherwise, just jump on in! This is ideal for shorter scenarios, but can work for longer ones as well.

Have I made this too complicated?

Welcome, may I take your order?

 

[soliloquy]

Kira sat at the table drumming her fingers along the edge of the iron frame. she smoothed her long, straight hair with the palm of her hand. She flipped open the face of her watch and felt for the time. He still had five minutes until he was late. Late for a blind date, that would be a no no.

Blind date. She chuckled at the irony. Blind girl on a blind date. She felt around the table to place everything. She couldn't believe she had gotten herself into such an impossible situation. Delia said that she would love this man. He was kind, and sensitive, and....and Kira owed her one.

Kind and sensitive and gorgeous. Why couldn't her friends understand that just because she was blind didn't mean she needed the sweet, understanding type. And what did she care what he looked like? Gorgeous or not, she would never know for herself.

The waitress came and asked if she would like a drink. She ordered a white wine and placed a napkin in her lap. Three minutes. She hated being early, but it was in her character to be early to avoid being late. She heard a man's footsteps amid the tinkling of glasses and silverware. They approached slowly and she stood. A hand touched her shoulder briefly.

"Kira?"

"Yes, are you Mark?"

"Yes."

The requisite uncomfortable silence. "Please sit down." She motioned across from her, where she had discovered the only other chair at the small table. She heard the chair scoot out and back in as he sat. And so it began here in hell.

 

[BadForm]

Mark

OOC: You didn't direct that at anyone, Soliloquy, and it intrigues me.

IC: She was beautiful, at least to me. My friends thought I was kinky to have a preference for blind women, and stupid to limit my choices so much. The fact was, most other women were attracted to my body and face long before they ever got to know me. Frankly, I could have had any of the women in this place, if that was what I wanted, but it wasn't. I was 6'2, kept myself in shape, and had the perfect complexion, blonde hair and blue eyes women fell for. And, I was lonely. Lonely not because I couldn't find company, but lonely because company generally meant women became as stupid as most guys were. Frankly, my recent lottery winnings had only made matters worse.

I smiled at her, not thinking about the action, as then I would have known it was unseen, but just because I finally had the chance of meeting someone who, through not being able to see, could see the me beneath the flesh.

"Good Evening, Kira," I said redundantly, trying to prepare to make an apology. "I'm sorry I was late. I'm afraid my car broke down on the way here. I had to call a cab."

 

[soliloquy]

Kira sipped her wine, suppressing a sigh. She supposed she was supposed to start a conversation here. She flipped the face back down on her watch and cleared her throat. "I am sorry for your car troubles. Perhaps I can drive you home?"

He paused a bit, taking in her joke, and then laughed. Their laughter mixed dissonantly.

"Well, Delia didn't do you justice. You are a beautiful woman."

Kira smiled politely. "Thank you." She couldn't blame him for being so visual, after all, he could see. It just made her uncomfortable.

The waitress took his drink order and asked if they were ready to order. "Can you tell us the specials?" Kira asked.

They ordered and then another awkward silence.

"So, Mark, what is it that you do for a living?"

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: Soli - great idea! I guess I'll have to have at least one meal, and see what might happen!

IC:

Katie Patterson walked into the door of the restaurant, and was surprised to find it was not full. But then, what did she know? Katie was a Public Relations consultant, and had been working with a client in St. Louis. But a couple of friends had convinced her to get out and explore the state. This restaurant came highly recommended.

So, Katie took a couple of extra days, rented a car, and just drove. She wound up at this restaurant, and it certainly lived up to its reputation as far as ambiance. Katie only hoped the food was just as good.

She stood nervously by the door, running her fingers through her shoulder-length auburn curls, and studying the room with her blue eyes. She saw a couple already here, talking together - well, at least she wasn't the only one! But she did hate eating alone!

A waitress appeared suddenly.

"One?"

"Ah, yes, please."

"Right this way..."

Katie followed the hostess and found herself seated at a table near one of the beautiful windows. Well, at least if no one talked to her, she could always look out at the beautiful countryside. Katie picked up the menu, trying to decide what she wanted.

 

[BadForm]

Mark

The look she gave when I said she was beautiful was not the one you would normally get. Polite, yes, but it lacked any real warmth, and I wondered why that was. Most women were glad of a man who took account of the way they looked. And then it struck me, the very word I was using, look. She couldn't. I bit my lip.

"Kira, I'm sorry. What I said was careless... and frankly I'm the last one who should be making a mistake like that."

I left it at that as we sat in silence a while, eating and trying to work out what to say. I did not want to make a big thing of it, but at the same time, wished to show I honestly was sorry to have made a slip. And yes, with the way women were attracted to my looks and ignored my personality, I was the last to make that mistake.

Then it came, the question I hated. "What is it you do for a living?"

There were two ways I could go, lying or honesty. Maybe I'd just been with some shallow women recently, but whenever they found out I didn't do anything, that I was financially more than independent after my sixty million lottery win, I could see the dollar signs light up in their eyes. Lying would bypass that, on the other hand, then I would never know what she was like.

"I don't do anything," I said reluctantly. "I used to be a plumber, but three months ago I won the lottery. Now I guess I'm what you call a man of leisure."

My eyes were on her face, watching for any sign of how she would react, hoping this time would be different.

"How about you, Kira?"

 

[soliloquy]

Kira thought this over in her mind. He was wealthy by chance. This was getting better every minute. If there was one thing that Kira admired in people it was work ethic, perserverence. She wasn't sure how to respond to this. After all, what would she do if she had one millions in the lottery? And then the answer came to her--she would continue working, on a volunteer basis.

"I teach at the school for the blind in Fulton." She sipped her wine and sat back in her chair, pushing her plate towards the center of the table. "So you are telling me that you won the lottery, so you do nothing? Surely even the fabulously rich could find something to do with their time that would be worthwhile for humanity." She was being a bit bitchier than she would have been normally, but tonight she didn't want to be seen as the poor little blind girl. She wanted to be seen as an actual person with faults...perhaps bitchiness was a fault.

She waited for his response. She hoped he wouldn't say something lame about how he donates money to the school for the blind or list his charitable contributions. She wasn't particularly impressed with people who threw their money around but "did nothing". Part of her, however, hoped beyond hope that she would find out that he was adventurous, his life being always filled with activities and tasks. She hated to admit it to herself, but something about the way he spoke was enticing.

 

[soliloquy]

OOC: Chele...thanks for joining in...nice post! Hopefully we'll get more takers.

 

[BadForm]

Mark

OOC: I agree with Soliloquy, Chele - nice post, hope someone takes you up on the change to rp.


IC: So just because you're blind doesn't mean you can't be a bitch. That was the first thing in my mind, and thankfully I stopped myself from blurting it out. Still, it was at least a different reaction to the normal one of expecting him to become an instant sugar daddy, even though he wasn't in the daddy age group. The anger was strangely refreshing.

"I overstate it," I said with a chuckle. "To be honest, I don't DO anything for a living. I don't need to, and theres something about winning money that makes it pointless to try to make it. On the other hand... I tried the life of pure leisure when I first got the winnings. It didn't work for me. I got bored within a week. I tried to look into doing freebie work for the council - fixing up old folks homes etc, but they were insisting on so much paperwork I had to let that go. I do teach though. Plumbing's all I know how to do, so I figured if I couldn't donate my skills to the elderly, I'd open classes out of my house so that people could learn the basics and, just maybe, not have to dole out the cash to my colleagues who have a habit of overcharging."

I took a bite of my dover sole before continuing. "Four afternoons a week and two evenings, I run classes for housespouses. It's worth it - seems to give them a sense of self-esteem, which is good since some of them don't get to do much for fun. Saturdays is my favorite day though. I run an all-day workshop for youth. I only have two rules - the kid must be a poor kid and must be working hard at school. I know its a bit unfair on the richer kids, but when you're down and out you need something to push you through."

The meal was nice, though the sauce was a little too bland for my liking.

"Does that answer your question, Kira? Like I said, I don't do anything... not for money at least, and it's not like the classes I run are work. I enjoy it too much."

 

[soliloquy]

She sat speechless for a bit. In his own, probably unintentional, way he had put her in her place. Of course he was only answering the direct question--he didn't do anything for a living. Why was she so quick to assume that he didn't do anything period?

She smiled. "Sounds like you have your hands full? How did you ever find time for a blind date?"

He laughed.

She was beginning to like this man. He responded to her bitchiness without offense, but didn't let her get away with it. She found that too often people indulged her temper tantrums and bad behavior because she was blind. Her eyesight had nothing to do with her character, and she wished that more people could see that. She had a feeling that this man did.

She heard a clatter in the kitchen. "Sounds like somebody's paycheck is going to be light this week," she laughed. "So how did Delia convince you to come here? I wouldn't have been here but I owe her a favor. Not to say that I am not enjoying your company right now, but you know how the prospect of a blind date is." She wanted to add that it was going much better than she could have expected, but chose not to.

 

[Lady_Kit]

"Table for one?"

God, how I hated that question! It always made me feel as if the hostess somehow disapproved of my occupation of a table without a companion. I didn’t mind eating alone what I did mind was the idea that I was somehow lessened because I wasn’t part of a couple. Sarcastically I thought, “Just one more reason to stand out in the crowd, yippee!”

Being noticeable was something I had learned to live with years ago; with flaming red hair, vivid green eyes and a height of 5’11” heads often turned when I entered a room. When I was growing up, I’d have given anything to look like one of the petite little cheerleaders. Instead, I was like some wild colt, all hair, eyes and legs. I’d developed a thick skin about the teasing, and did everything I could to keep a low profile. Right up until I was “discovered” by a local photographer. By the time I was 18 my face had appeared on a number of magazines and I’d been featured in layouts with many of the top designers. Rome, Paris, Milan, and New York loved me. I had a natural grace that made just about anything look good.

I hated every second! The money was great, and the frugal saving of that income now allowed me to live a much more quiet life. Thank goodness Gran had never let me quit! I wish she was around now to see what I’d done with my life.

“Miss…table for one?” the hostess asked in a tone that said she had better things to do than wait for me to stroll down memory lane on her time.

Yes, please, something with a view. Looking around I noted that the resturant was still mostly empty. Just a couple and another table for one.

Perhaps thinking that two lonely women would find company in their solitary dining, the waitress seated me near the other lone figure.

OOC: Great idea Soli, thought I'd stop by for a bite and see what develops.

 

[BadForm]

Mark

I sighed deeply and gave her a chuckle. "You know, Kira, you don't like to ask the easy questions do you?"

I took a drink of my coffee while I resolved to answer her. Of course, this answer could be make or break for the evening. Once she found out that I didn't want to date anyone who could see me, and the reason why, she would either understand, be confused or walk out in a fury. I just had to hope for the best.

"Give me your hands, please. I want you to 'see' me before I answer."

Nervously perhaps she did let me take her hand. I placed them on my face and let her run them over my features to get a feel of what I was like. The first blind girl I had dated had told me that was how the blind, in intimate situations, got a feel of what their partner was like. When she moved her hands away from me I spoke.

"Now, my guess is you have seldom felt a smoother complexion than mine, right? Well the complexion, to someone who can see, is just part of it. When I've tried to date sighted girls, they pretty much all have decided to treat me like a face and a body. I guess I'm one of the few guys who can sympathise with the meat marked women talk about. And I'm sick of being treated like I'm my looks first. I've grown fed up with sighted women because of that and I know a blind woman can be anything from a bitch to a lady, but that's kind of the point. I don't know what I'm getting into with a blind woman - sighted women are just as predictable to a hunk, especially with money, as sighted men are to most women."

I watched her face, expecting any minute to see her explode in anger.

"Delia didn't convince me to come on this date, it was me who asked her to set it up when she told me she had a blind friend. Sorry if it sounds stupid, I'm just tired of being meat."

 

[afternooner]

James Grover

Jimmy he told himself as he looked into the restroom mirror. He grinned You sure screwed up this time.

He had seen the A-Frame, rustic and causual looking from the outside and thought it would be a great place to get a burger and some fries. The name Les Bourgeois Bistro didn't impress him much as every place it seemed in Missouri tried to be unigue and trendy.

He hadstepped inside and much to his surprise it was quite different than he had thought. He had panicked and headed for the restroom hurrying past the tables hoping no one would notice him.


When he had collected himself he would get out of here just as fast as when he had come in.

Now looking in the mirror he grinned again. So what he'd wash his hands and tidy up a bit and go out there and order a hamburger anyway it wasn't like he couldn't afford it. He just wasn't dressed for the occasion.

He looked down at his faded jeans, grass stained on the knees. He'd been trout fishing on a little stream just outside of town and getting hungry, the fish wern't biting anyway, decided to check the town out.

He ran his fingers through his tangled brown hair hair and picked a pine needle from it. he washed a smudge of soil from his rugged face and looked back into his brown eyes in the mirror. Straightening his plaid shirt collar he turned and returned to the resturant.

Hhe noticed now, the place was empty except for a couple engaged in antimated conversation and a lone woman studying her menu over by the big windows Thats where he wanted to be somewhere open where he could see outside.

As he approached her he noticed he long auburn hair naturlly curving around he shoulders and her bright inquisitive eyes. he must be a sight in this quaint place he thought, but continued toward her.

He passed her table and then something, a feeling deep inside made him turn. She was still watching him and smiling not in disdain but simple amusement. he smiled back and then did something he'd not done in a long time. He looked her in the eyes and said softly.

"Would you like mind some company?"

 

[soliloquy]

Kira laughed openly. "So you should be in the all male cast of 'Sex in the City'?" She wasn't sure if it was arrogance or truth that had him imparting such feelings to her. She was here, the food was good, the conversation a bit on the bizarre--why not shake him up a bit?

"You could say that," Mark replied.

"It sounds to me like women could be after your money as well as your...um...looks. And what's to say that I haven't picked you to give me my financial stability in life? What if, just what if, I came here because Delia told me about your fortune?"

She leaned in closer to him, pulling at his hands so that she could whisper to him. "And what if, even though I can't see how attractive you are, what if I just want to fuck you? I don't have to see a piece of meat to want to devour it." She let her breath linger against his ear before pulling back and turning to the waitress who had approached.

"Dessert?"

"Do you like creme brulee, Mark? They make a creme brulee you can't help but...devour."

"Love it." They ordered the dessert and Kira waited to see how he would respond to her little game.

 

[BadForm]

Mark

My breathing quickened a little as she leaned so close, pressing her attentions on me in such a jocular manner. And her questions, they actually brought a smile to my lips that she would not see.

"Well, if you are after me for my money, you're a damn good actress. For one thing, most of the women out there who know about it - and yes, there are some who follow the listings of winners - don't have the brains to ask what I do for a living. For another, that was good acting when you pretended to be angry that I didn't DO anything..."

I chuckled, softly, delighted by the game she was playing with me.

"No, truth is, Delia promised not to tell you about it. She was in one of my classes and I took her onto more advanced stuff. You know how bad her husband is about the house? Well, now she doesn't have to worry about that. Sometimes friendship buys silence."

I drained the coffee and gave her a direct look, analysing her and knowing that she wouldn't expect a serious reply to her game, but nevertheless intent on giving it.

"And if you wanted to fuck me, then I'd be more than happy. See, you didn't come on to me basing everything on my body. You would actually have given me a chance to be myself before making your move. And that is an incredible gift that, I guess with the prejudice against the blind, you'd probably know all about. But somehow, I don't think you're here just for sex... are you?"

Was there a trace of hope overlaying the curiosity in my voice? And if so, what was the answer I was hoping for?

 

[soliloquy]

"Not just." Kira smiled, satisfied with his response. She was enjoying this game of theirs, trying to figure each other out without going through the niceties.

"What do you say we take a bottle of wine down on the bluffs and have an impromptu, foodless picnic?" She grabbed her cane out of her purse and stood, not waiting for an answer. Kira felt like being in charge today. If he didn't like it, he could go. But she certainly hoped he wouldn't.

While he was right, she wasn't just looking for sex, the key word was just. It had been nearly a year since her last boyfriend, and men didn't really pick up blind women for one night stands. It was a blessing and a curse.

He took her elbow like a pro, and she folded her cane up to replace it in her purse. Strange how she could trust him so easily. For all she knew, he could be a psycho who would get what he wanted out of her and throw her over the bluffs without a moment's hesitation. But there was something about him that was entirely trustworthy. She battled that, thinking of all the violent men who had come off a so...Charles Manson and the like. But she couldn't fight the feeling that he was honorable in his intent. Perhaps a bit too honorable.

They sat near the edge of the bluffs. He poured them each a plastic cup full of wine and Kira sat closer to him.

"Describe the sky to me." This was usually the last test Kira gave, but she was eager to get to this point now.

 

[BadForm]

Mark

"Describe the sky to me."

I took a sip of the chardonnay and inhaled deeply, savoring the evening aroma and relaxing. I kissed her cheek softly and laughed the smallest of laughs.

"A trick or a test, Kira?"

I didn't wait for an answer but tried to think. "Most guys would go on about the depth of color, the shades of blue-black, but that wouldn't mean anything to you would it? OK, then. Cool. Thats the first thing. It's not just the breeze, blowing in off the river, but the sky itself. Over the valley, above Manor Hill, clouds are gathering, as if theres a storm brewing, but there's no breeze high up here, so we have a clear coolness above us, like the deepest of lakes. Yet there's warmth too. The moon's reaching its crest now. I know you don't feel that like the sun, especially not when its not full, but the crescent above us is like a warm croissant, as if the evening were a meal and it was adding seasoning. I know you can hear the cicadas and the ships downriver better than I can. If you want to carry on the analogy, think of them like a celloist and singers, here to romance us as we dine and relax."

My ex used to like it when I talked like that, I wondered about whether Kira would. "Well, Kira, what do you think? Too flowery, or do I pass?"

 

[Lady_Kit]

Shortly after I arrived at my table, a handsome outdoorsy type, who looked just a bit out of place, joined the woman seated nearby. So much for assumptions about lonely women never finding men. I thought. Perhaps he’d just been freshening up when I arrived. Ah well, at least I still had the view for company.

As I reviewed the menu, I thought about the book waiting at home on my computer and wondered if I’d ever finish. Maybe my editor would finally just write me off as another model with more looks than brains and find a talented ghost writer to finish it up. That wasn’t the case, I really could write, I just had lost my way lately, and couldn’t seem to focus on the writing or anything else. Gran would no doubt have said I need a man, I thought I probably just needed therapy.

“Lisbeth,” she’d say “you just have to find that special one. He’s out there waiting for you. Just as lost and lonely as you are…he’s your other half child. You won’t be whole until you find him.”

The arrival of the waitress brought me out of my musings, and I ordered something quick and easy. No sense lingering here. Nothing worse than being the only “table for one” in a room full of couples, and the room did seem to be filling steadily. Turing my face to the windows, I settled back to enjoy a glass of wine. As soon as I was finished, I decided, I’d head home and really start back to work.

That was the Elizabeth Curry tried and true cure for loneliness, after all, it had worked for years. Maybe I'll patent it. I thought with a rueful smile.

 

[soliloquy]

She chuckled. "Perhaps a bit flowery, but acceptable." More than acceptable, really. She didn't know whether to be delighted or disappointed that he could see through her so easily. The potency of the wine was beginning to have an effect on her, and there was a heat building.

"That kiss was sweet, Mark." She found his hand and trailed her hand up his arm to his shoulder, and then his face. She explored his face and marveled at the smoothness. Her fingers brushed his lips and she leaned in. "Could I steal another?" She was being brazen now, at least in comparison to how she usually behaved herself. She was tired of behaving, and this man seemed to like her being herself and being true to herself.

Her lips paused as she felt that they were just millimeters apart. She would wait for him to make the next move. Like lover's chess.

 

[BadForm]

Mark

"Yes..."

Was it a word, or the final sigh before our mouths locked in passion. Perhaps we had both found something new in each other, oddly enough, based in sight - or the lack of judging by it. Whatever the reason, my own lips were nuzzling lightly against hers within a second of her request. Nuzzling, then brushing deeper, parting her softly as my tongue reached to embrace hers. My hand moved to caress through her hair, savoring the way she felt. Such long, lustrous strands of gossamer, curling through my questing fingers. And then my other hand went to her waist, caressing her there as we leaned closer, savoring each others needs and wants, savoring each other.

As we broke I spoke in breathless whispers. "You are so beautiful, Kira. Visually certainly, but I mean something deeper. I don't care about physical beauty, because I have that and all it gets you is used. But you have a beautiful heart, a sweet mind... and a luscious kiss."

 

[StarXChyld]

She strode purposely into the Bistro, a pair of dark sunglasses covering her dazzling blue eyes. Brushing a lock of blonde hair from her face, she glanced around the bar once before the hostess approached her.

"One for dinner, Miss?"

Lowering her sunglasses with perfectly manicured fingertips, she smiled and shook her head. "No. I’m meeting someone here but it doesn’t appear that he’s arrived. I’ll just take a seat at the bar to wait."

Her heels tapped lightly against the concrete floor and she walked over to the far side of the bar, taking a seat that would give her the best view of the front door. She slid into the bar stool and smoothed her short skirt, allowing the slit to reveal a modest amount of leg.

The bartender came by just as she was tucking her sunglasses away in her purse and pulling out her cigarettes. He set an ashtray on the bar in front of her and asked her for her order.

"A shot of tequila, please. And then a Margaita. Thanks."

As the bartender went off to fix her order, she leaned back in the stool, crossing her long legs. She needed the shot to go through with this. This was insane and she knew it but it was also exciting as hell and she lived for excitement.

She thought about the first time he had called her. She had stayed home from work sick after breaking up with her boyfriend the night before. The phone had rang while she was still sleeping and she picked it groggily. "Hello?"

"Hi. What are you doing?"

It sounded just like her ex-boyfriend and her heart leapt for joy. He had called to make up. She responded in her sexiest voice, "Nothing. I’m lying in bed. . .thinking of you."

"Oh really? What are you thinking about? Sucking my cock, you little slut."

Startled, she had scrambled to hang up the phone. It hadn’t been her boyfriend after all. She had no idea who it was but her boyfriend would never use that type of language.

The phone rang again. She just stared at it. Finally, she picked it up on the tenth ring.

"Don’t hang up."

It was the same voice from before. She slammed down the phone. Almost immediately, it rang again. She let it go until the twentieth ring and finally yanked it off the hook in frustration.

"Listen. I don’t know what your problem is but quit calling!"

His voice was smooth and deep. "Okay, I promise not to call again if you don’t hang up."

She signed heavily. "Fine. What do you want?"

He chuckled softly. "I want you to tell me what you’re wearing."

She let out a short laugh. "Oh, you’ll like this. I’ve got on a pair of paint splattered sweat pants and an old tee-shirt."

"I bet your nipples look nice popping through the T-shirt, don’t they? Would you show them to me?"

She could hear a slapping noise in the background, he was beating himself off. "Why would I show them to you, you pervert?"

"I bet you like showing them off, don’t you, you little slut. I bet you’d let me pinch them while you were sucking my cock, wouldn’t you?"

She didn’t answer. She just laid there in shocked silence.

The slapping sound grew louder and he continued, "I’ll take your lack of response as a yes, you little whore. Tell me how much you’d like to suck my cock. You would, wouldn’t you?"

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. She was repulsed and turned on at the same time. She was getting wet just listening to him.

"Fine. Just listen to me jerk off, thinking about your lips around my big cock. Thinking about filling your hungry little mouth with a hot sticky load of my cum. . .ooooh yeah."

His breathing got heavier and the slapping got louder. Suddenly, he let out a long groan and then the slapping stopped. Then was dead air on the phone line.

"Was it good for me too?" She murmured into the phone.

He laughed. A genuine laugh. "You’re funny. And smart too. I bet you listen to NPR."

And so it began. A year of monthly phone calls in which he would talk dirty to her and jerk off and she’d listen. Afterwards, they’d talk like they were old friends.

Tonight they would be meeting for the first time.

 

[soliloquy]

His kisses were intoxicating, his hands upon her body elicited the strongest response that was physically possible. Her mind clouded as his words grazed over her. She only heard key words: beautiful, luscious, kiss. Her hands searched for entry beneath his shirt. After a clumsy quest, her hand was graced with the heat of his skin. Her hand trailed up his stomach and chest to linger at his nipples. Her nails raked over them as she moved to straddle his lap.

The sudden movement knocked him off balance and she was following him down to the ground. She felt his hand at the back of her head, pulling her down to his mouth again. So fast, so raw, and so good.

Their tongues were exploring and tasting as their bodies pressed tightly together in an embrace. She broke the kiss as she began to move her hips against his. She gasped audibly for air as she sat up.

She laughed freely. "This is more than I ever expected, Mark."

 

[Lady_Kit]

Check Please

The peaceful meal had done what several nights of staring at her computer had not, it had given back her focus. Now, Sara felt ready to tackle the book again.

Laying several bills on her check, making sure to include a tip, she smiles brightly at the now busy waitress and leaves the Bistro.

 

[BadForm]

Mark

Such passion. And she only knew what I looked like inside. It was a first for me and an incredible pleasure. My blind ex had been romantic, but never passionate. Not like Kira. And yet that passion was given, not just taken. She made me feel like a man not a piece of meat.

We were wrapped together on the ground, her hand fondling me in joyful wonder. Our mouths locked as their tongues danced across each other, matching the dance she a I were making together on the ground. My own hand found her waist before riding higher to caress her sweet breast, so pliant and soft beneath her clothes.

She sat up, leaning above me as her face turned towards me. I watched her in joy, savoring every line of her contours.

She laughed freely. "This is more than I ever expected, Mark."

I joined her laughter. "But is it more than you want?"

I felt I knew the answer already, as she knew my own. I wanted someone who wanted more than a body - not didn't want my body, but saw more in me than that. She wanted someone who didn't care about her visual problems beyond what he could do to make the world manageable, someone who cared about her mind, her soul, her natural womanhood. In each other, we had what we wanted.

"I want you, Kira. I want you now, and I want you for my tomorrows."

It was a strong statement. Not exactly a commitment, and certainly with a strong basis in passion, but none-the-less making it clear this was no one-night stand. All I could hope was it would not scare her away.

 

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Kira smiled and bent down to lick his ear and whisper, "let's take it one day at a time."

She leaned up and unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her shapely breasts encased in black silk. His hands were immediately upon them, kneading, massaging, caressing. Her skirt had ridden up to reveal her thighs and panties. She rubbed her lace clad folds against the bulge in his pants. Her hands found his belt buckle and she made short work of freeing him from his confines.

The remainder of the undressing seemed a blur of action and sensation to Kira. The wind soon caressed her naked skin as she resumed her position above him and was gliding her naked eden along his stiff member. "Mmmm...nice" she whispered as she coated him in her desire. Her hand floated between them and she explored the veiny soft skin which contrasted the hardness beneath. Her finger fluttered over the tip and she heard him gasp, suppressing a groan.

She felt his hands press against her body, rolling her onto her side as he took her mouth in a demanding kiss. His knee was lodged between her legs and she found herself writhing against the skin and coarse hairs that stimulated and delighted her. She was soon on her back and he was parting her legs. The air brushed like fingers across her painfully tight nipples.

She felt his tongue lolling along her stomach and she gasped for air. His tongue plunged playfully into her navel and she arched her back as she cried out. "Inside...me..." she panted softly. She needed him so badly it was hurting.

She felt him slide up her body and reach his hand down to tickle her clit. She was frustrated now. She wanted him to take her, and he was teasing her.

She pushed on his shoulders until he was on his back. He let out a yelp of surprise, and perhaps pain. "You like to tease, Mark? Let me show you teasing. She found the base of his cock with her tongue and began to trace a circle around the base, careful not to touch any other part of him. It was a playful struggle for control between them, and it was the best game she had played in ages.