Restaraunt Vignettes

[SexyChele]

Katie

OOC: Afternooner, so sorry for the delay!

IC:

She had watched him come out of the restroom, his fingers smoothing back his hair. Her first thought was that he had definetely taken a wrong turn somewhere, and then she smiled at herself. Well, don't we all at one point or another?

He approached her table, and suddenly she could feel her shyness start to kick in.

"Would you lmind some company?"

She looked up at his rugged good looks, and felt herself flush slightly. She smiled - perhaps a little too brightly - and gestured to the other seat at the table.

"Why, no, not at all. Well, okay, I'd love to have some company!"

Katie could feel herself on the verge of babbling, and had to make a mental note to stop or he would think her an idiot!

"I'm Katie, by the way. Katie Patterson. And what is your name?"

 

[afternooner]

James Grover

He looked Down at her, noticing the way the light from the window threading it's way through her long auburn hair brought high lights to the surface. She smiled brightly and James was relieved when she spoke because he was begining to lose his nerve.

"I'm Katie, Katie Patterson . And what is your name."

He had lost his voice also and sttod ther for what seemed like an eternity.

Damn it... he thought, can't even answer a simple question. He lowered his gaze and then afraid of how she might interpet his gaze quickly returned it to her face and eyes. he saw something there that put him at ease again.

: James...James Grover....Jimmy to my friends. he stuck out his hand, a broad open smile on his face. His exuberant behavior surprised him and having second thoughts about his approach Pulled it back after barely touching hers.

"Ms Patterson, he said trying to sound reserved and proper, Pleased to meet you."

He was sure he was blushing as he felt uncomfortably hot. God was why was this so difficult? was he that much out of circulation that he couldn't even have a conversation with a member of the opposite sex> It wasn't like he was trying to pick her up he just wanted some female company. Had it really been that long?

He sat down unceremoniously, the chair squeeking under him adding to his discomfort.

 

[BadForm]

Mark

Not for my tomorrows then, but for tonight. I saddened somewhat, but not enough to put me off the pleasure I was finding with Kira. Of course, before a one-night-stand was out, it was no time to be talking about the future, it was just a yearning need I had. Not for my tomorrows then, but for tonight.

Rapidly, and excitedly, we stripped each other, finding one anothers bodies in passionate delight as we moved together. First a kiss, then a touch, battling, perhaps, for how we would please one another and ourselves.

"Inside me," she gasped.

I moved up, plunging a finger inside, caressing her clit as she asked, as I thought she'd asked. No, not like that. She accused me of teasing and forced me back, her long nails digging my shoulders to ensure complaince.

"You like to tease, Mark?" I couldn't tell whether her voice was delighted or annoyed.

Her mouth found the base of my cock, running circles around it with her tongue, sending shivers of delight through my entire body. I strangled a cry of pleasure as my fingers wrapped and twisted in the grass below me. If she was inexperienced it didn't show - Kira was an expert at finding what delighted me, perhaps even what controlled me. I savored her beautiful tongue as it stroked and caressed my cock for almost a minute before moving.

"You don't want to be teased?" I said, huskily? "Then what do you want, Kira? Tell me..."

No, I wouldn't make her, of course not, but the suggestion of domination to force her to speak her desires in the open air was there. I rolled and lay her down, kissing down her face and her body. My lips locked around her right nipple as I began to suck vigorously. My hand trailed lower, sweeping and caressing back down to where it had been before. I felt her about to object and turn the tables again, but moved over her to give her what we both wanted.

"Is this what you want?" I asked as my cock nuzzled against the moistened entrace of her vagina.

Slowly, teasingly, I moved within, loving every touch and tingle, every slight throb and movement as I entered her. The slicing motion cut deep in, filling her until the entirity of my cock was buried. Was I larger than other lovers she had had? For a second I found my mind dwelling on that, wondering if perhaps my cock was the one disappointing thing about my body. It didn't matter though. From the look on her face, and the sound in her throat, she was enjoying it.

I moved then, an ever increasing speed, as I began to thrust vigorously. Her legs locked around me as we moved together, two lovers, carnal in the absolute, wanting each other more than anything else.

 

[soliloquy]

"You don't want to be teased? Then what do you want, Kira? Tell me..." Kira struggled to speak as his hands and lips worked their magic on her. It seems he would win this game, and that was perfectly fine with her

"Is this what you want?" he asked, as the head of his cock nudged against her opening.

"Yes," she whispered, "yes. I want you inside me." He was sliding in as she spoke, and they began their dance. With every thrust, he seemed to hit a spot deep inside her--physically and emotionally. Her legs locked around him, more for her own support than anything.

Her nails dug into his back and then fell to her side as she arched up to meet him. Their bodies collided violently and fell apart. "Ohhhhhh, yesssssssss." Her panted moan was louder than she had intended, but there was no controlling anymore. He was working some kind of magic inside her building her up to the most beautiful orgasm ever.

"Yesyesyesyesyesyes! OH...GODDDD....MARK....YESSSSS!"

The sensation flooded her as she came, her whole body pulsing and shuddering with pleasure. Her body seemed frozen in an arched position, and she felt him slip his hand under her back to support her.

She collapsed back to the ground, and he began to thrust again. She tried so hard to meet his thrusts, but the orgasm had zapped her. So she talked to him.

"God that was so good, Mark. I'm still shaking from the magic you and your cock worked on me." She hoped a little dirty talk would be pleasing to him.

He seemed close. Another, smaller orgasm was building inside her as he neared completion.

"I want you for tomorrow too, Mark."

 

[BadForm]

Voice

OOC: Star, I'm presuming these two have not swapped names as you haven't listed a name. If thats wrong, lemme know. Hope this goes with what you would like in your vignette.

IC: She'd been sitting at the bar for over an hour and was becoming certain that her mystery voice was not going to show up. Already this end of the bar had quietened down until she was the only one sitting there. Twice the waitress had come to ask if she would like a table, the last time giving a very pointed look when she declined. By now the woman was starting to feel thoroughly fed up of waiting.

"I knew you'd come you little slut."

She spun around looking for who had spoken. There was nobody there. She was alone. She hadn't been paying enough attention to hear where the voice came from, and cursed herself for that. The voice was barely a whisper, but given her desire to hear it, sounded louder.

"Couldn't wait to get your big red lips around my cock, eh?"

The plant! There was a plant behind her. One of those leafy things they stand on some bars. The voice was coming from there. She looked at it in astonishment and then saw a miniature radio lying among the leaves. Currently the 'receive' light was blinking.

"Yeah, it's me, my little cock sucker. You didn't think I'd let you down did you?"

 

[Snork Maiden]

Ellen Wisbechski

It had been more an educational trip than a vacation, but the opportunity to visit an area seeped in American history appealed greatly to me.

To follow in the steps of Lewis and Clark, to see the great river that had inspired Samuel Clemens to write the world famous novels of two young adventurers and just to admire the beauty of the limestone bluffs and the caves they housed. This was indeed the gateway to the West, perhaps even the ghost of Jesse might make an appearance.

My journey had been long and weary, the break well needed having recently split from my partner of eighteen months. Seesh that was a waste of life. It had of course been good at the start but as the months had accumulated, so to the arguments, the fighting and lonely nights.

Free again at last to rediscover myself, unchained from the restrictions of relationship I had set out on this journey of discovery to do something for myself. Packing only the few items I needed, the MasterCard, a change of clothing, first aid kit into my Suzuki Vitara. I had hit the road.

Pulling off the freeway into the parking lot of the 'Les Bourgeois Bistro' - It's quaint unfinished look and setting had a great appeal. It would not have looked out of place some hundred years earlier though I suspected the age of the building was somewhat less than its appearance. It's placement is idyllic, the majestic Mississippi river dominating the landscape with the limestone bluff cliffs rising monumentously, taking on the the pale orange cream glow of the late evening sun.

The dust kicked up from the tires of my Vitar as I pulled up on the dusty parking lot and killed the engine.

Walking into the Bistro a well dressed Maitre d' type person approaches

Good Evening Madame, he smiles pleasantly, his eyes flashing with genuine pleasure as he speaks, Do you have a reservation.

I looked at him and replied hesitantly, I'm afraid I don't, I am just travelling through and saw your wonderful restaurant. If you have a free table I would be grateful, if not perhaps I could just get a drink at the bar?

The young man walk to his reception desk and flicked through the pages of the booking list. I regarded him nonchalantly, he was quite dishy, obviously very professional and took great pride in his appearance as his well-groomed hair and dress testified.

He looked up at me smiling, It would appear that we do indeed have some tables free this evening Madame. Would you care for a window seat or a more secluded location?

I thought for a moment and then replied, 'A table by the window would be great, one that over looks the river?

Indeed, Madame if you would like to follow me I shall show you to your seat , the head waiter replied.

Following him through the quaint wooden beamed restaurant to the designated table I waited whilst he adjusted my chair, pushing it in as I sat.

I hope you enjoy your meal here at Les Bourgeois Bistro , he smiled clicking his fingers sharply to catch the attention of one of the table waiters stationed near the bar, before returning to his own position at the reception.

I glanced around the low lit, friendly restaurant. It did indeed have a very relaxed atmosphere. Several other couples sat enjoying their meals over candle light, oblivious to their surrounding, clearly engrossed in each other's company. The memories of such moments flashed into my head as I recalled the early dates of my now defunct relationship and I caught myself gazing at my own reflection in the window.

err erm, the waiter politely announced his presence snapping me back to reality. Perhaps Madame would care for an aperitif before dining?

I looked up at him, and smiled. Sure, could you fix me a white wine Spritzer?

The Waiter nodded, handing me a menu to peruse whilst he returned to the bar to prepare my drink.

Studying the menu, I ran through the descriptions of the meals, the urge for Catfish was indeed strong recalling the Catfishing adventures of Huckleberry Finn it seemed corny but appropriate with the very same river flowing in the distance. I could almost imagine the paddle steamers.

Your drink Madame , the waiter announced, lifting the wine glass from the serving tray and placing it on table before me[/I]

Thank you , I replied smiling back at him

Would Madame care to order or perhaps a few more moments to decide , he continued

Thank you , I repeated again, I am nearly decided but a few more minutes if you please, you have so many appetizing dishes it is difficult

As you wish Madame , the waiter replied withdrawing from the table and returning to the bar.

It was a shame to dine alone but that was unfortunately beyond my control. I ran my eyes over the menu once more finalizing my choice.

 

[StarXChyld]

OOC: Nope, Badform. . .they have not exchanges names as of yet. Thanks for picking up the post.




IC: She spun around in her chair, her eyes frantically darting around the bar looking for him. She was sure he had chickened out and stood her up.

The only reason she had agreed to meet with him tonight was because she’d just broken up with another guy this very morning and just as she slammed down the phone on her ex, it had rang again and it was him, her horny caller. She had sighed deeply at the sound of his voice.

"Oh great! It’s you. Just what I need!!"

He chuckled softly and asked, "What are you wearing?"

She could hear him unzipping his pants. Angry and frustrated, she replied, "What am I wearing? Um, let’s see, I’ve got my black thigh high boots on with 6 inch stiletto heels and a tiny little black leather thong up the crack of my ass. How’s that?!"

He burst into full laughter. After months of trying desperately to get her to talk back to him during his monthly calls, here she was taunting him, enticing him. He decided to push her further, see how far her anger would allow her to go. "Tell me about your tits."

She could hear the slapping in the background as she purred back into the phone at him, "My tits? Oh man, you’d just love my tits. Did I mention I had them done a few years ago? They’re huge and bouncy and the nipples love to be bit and spanked while I’m getting fucked."

He was stroking himself fast and furious now. This was the best he’d ever had during his monthly trips through the white pages of the phone book. He had continued to call her because he liked her, she made him feel like his little "habit" wasn’t any different than anyone else’s fetish.

He growled into the receiver, "You want me to fuck you, don’t you, you little slut? You like it when I call and jerk off. . .thinking about your lips around my cock?"

She sat on the edge of her desk and pulled the front of her robe open, pinching her tits. She moaned softly back, "Yessssssss."

"Are you cumming? Are you playing with yourself, you little whore? Ohh yeah, I know you are. You’re playing with yourself while I’m jerking off in your ear!" His voice sounded more delighted than sexual. He lowered the phone to his hand against his cock, and stroked it for her. Within seconds, he erupted all over the phone and his hand. Grabbing a tissue, he cleaned off the phone and brought it back to his ear. "You still there? Did you like that? Did you cum this time?"

She giggled bashfully and whispered in the phone. "I did."

After she explained about yet another broken love affair, it was he who broached the subject. "Don’t you think it’s about time we met. Time to give me a try?"

She had hesitated. He had told her he didn’t have any luck with chicks in bars and he hadn’t had a girlfriend in three years since the last one dumped him for someone else. She figured he had to be a squid. He probably stood about 3 feet tall and had pimples on his pimples, with buck teeth to boot. He had to be a total mess.

But her heart was broken again and she did enjoy talking to this guy after they got business out of the way and. . .well, did she need anymore excuses? She just damn well felt like meeting him!

"Couldn't wait to get your big red lips around my cock, eh?"

Her blue eyes widen at the sight of the radio in the plant, the red light flashing at her evilly.

"Yeah, it's me, my little cock sucker. You didn't think I'd let you down did you?"

Her heart was racing. He was here somewhere and the damn radio was broadcasting her nasty rendezvous to anyone who cared to listen. She jumped off her barstool and grabbed the radio, stuffing it deep into her purse. She could still hear his muffled voice but her heart was roaring in her ears, drowning out everything else.

 

[BadForm]

Voice

"No, don't put me in your pocket book," the muffled voice grew slightly louder. "I had the broadcast volume down really low. But if you're gonna cover me up, I'll have to turn it up so you can still hear."

She looked around frantically, searching for the voice, and reaching in her bag to try to and find the radio's off switch.

"There is no off-switch my little prick-teaser. I knew you liked our phone sex this morning, I thought you might like it here as well."

She wondered if he was crazy, she certainly didn't want this blurted all over the restaurant. She began to head to the door.

"Don't go out into the street with those beautiful cock-ready lips. Or I'll really have to turn this up. Or is that what you want? I thought you wanted anonymity... but if you're such a slut that you want everyone to hear you cum and me cum..."

She turned about in horror.

"The bathroom? Interesting idea, my whore. Do you know how loud they echo? So what's it going to be?"

 

[StarXChyld]

She stood frozen on the steps of the bar. Searching the faces of the patrons, she could see no one that could be capable of dragging her through such an embarrassing situation. No one that twisted to be sure.

She opened her purse and lifted towards her face, whispering into the bag, "Please, won't you please stop? This isn't funny. Please. . .just stop."

Glancing over the edge of her purse, she met the gaze of the bartender. A deep blush spread over her face as she slowly lowered her purse to her side. She took a step towards the bar, shrugging her slender shoulders sheepishly. "Damn cel phone. I'm not sure what's wrong with it."

The bartender smiled knowingly and held out his hand. "Here. Let me take a look at it."

Clutching her purse close to her side, she shook her head violently. "NO! I. . .I mean, no it's alright. I mean, I'm sure it'll be fine. Thank you."

She felt as if her knees were going to give out and reached for a bar stool, taking a seat. Meeting the inquistive eyes of the bartender once more, she managed to squeak out, "May I get another shot of tequila, please."

 

[BadForm]

Voice

The voice over the radio was quiet once more now she had taken it out of her bag. It was a good indication that he could see her, that he must be somewhere in the room. She glanced around the tables, noting how some of them were darkened to a romantic glow, matching the tablesettings made for love - long, flowing, highly decorated coverings, roses left for the tables for lovers, a little candle-light. It also made it harder to see into them properly than to see out, and contrasted with the other, more brightly lit tables.

"Do you really want me to stop, you little whore?"

It was a guess, but that sounded like he had heard her plea into the radio.

"Do you remember our first night? You asked me to stop then too. You even yelled at me to. Do you remember that?"

She did now, clear as day. She'd almost hung up on him again, but he'd stopped her... or she had. After all, there was nothing that he'd done to actually FORCE her to go on listening, and had she wanted it stopped she would have phoned the police.

"But you didn't want me to stop then did you? You were getting too hot on the thoughts of your lips round my cock."

She couldn't believe he was doing this, but he was.

"Tell you what, you little slut, I'll leave you alone if you want. All you have to do is put the radio back in the plant and leave - that way I'll know it's over. But if you're still as fucking hot as you were this morning, listen to this."

A quiet zipping noise came over the radio. It was followed by an equally quiet slapping noise she was all too familiar with.

 

[StarXChyld]

The bartender returned with her tequila just as the radio started making a soft slapping sound. Glancing down at the radio, he raised an arched brow at her but said nothing and moved on to another couple that had just seated themselves at the bar.

She didn't bother with the salt this time, throwing the drink back quickly. It stung like crazy but she didn't care. She stared at the radio as the slapping sound progressively got louder and louder. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and jumped off the bar stool, nearly throwing the radio back in the plant. Tossing a few dollars on the bar, she exited quickly through door and stumbled out into the parking lot.

She had been a fool for taking his calls. She had been a bigger fool for wanting to meet him. Little did she know that leaving the restaurant would prove to be the most foolish thing of all.

 

[SexyChele]

Katie Patterson

Katie smiled as he sat down opposite her. She heard the chair squeak, and could tell from the look on his face that the noice caught him off guard. Katied smiled warmly.

"Well...Jimmy, if I may be so bold, please call me Katie. I have enough people calling me Ms Patterson 9 - 10 hours a day, that I like to hear my first name on occasion!"

The waitress stopped at the table and dropped off Katie's glass of wine. She looked at Jimmy, and took down his order before retreating once again.

"Tell me what it is that you do, Jimmy. There doesn't appear to be very much around here. Are you 'on holiday', as the British would say?"

She leaned back in her chair, sipping her wine and smiling warmly at her table companion.

 

[afternooner]

Her naturalness and her warm reply put Jimmy at ease. the waiter took his order. Trout he said his face breaking into a grin as he added it seems I've had little luck catching any.

The ice had been broken and he found himself telling her all about his fishing trip and his accidental choice of resturants She seemed genuiely interested when he explained he was alone in this town but enjoyed his time away, Away from what she asked and he blushed but her innocence encouraged him to explain about the nasty divorce and how he had needed to get away from his friends and acquaintences to heal. Her eyes were soft with understanding. No children thank god, he added.

He fell silent and took a drink of water, running his free hand thru his hair hoping she wouldn't notice the grey at his temples and then he blushed at his concern about how she would feel.

Tell me.... Katie what brings you here?.

 

[BadForm]

Trina Small

OOC: Back for my third vignette in a row - Star and I may start up a thread based on our little vign some time in the future. Watch this board.

IC: I walked into the bistro and found asked for a window seat, table for one. The waitress sighed slightly, seemingly annoyed at the number of individuals who had taken tables for tonight. I walked over to the seat she indicated and sat down, ordering a meal quickly. Then I took out my notebook and pen and tried to write.

I'd had writers block for over a month now. I wouldn't care, but I knew the title of the story I wanted to write. "Everybody Wears Masks Sometimes." I had the title written down on my pad already, but that, sadly was all. What would the story be? Obviously, it was one about the way we all deceive one another and ourselves. But what?

I'd come to the bistro to get out of the house, hoping that a change of scene might help me. So far, no luck. I glanced at the other people around, manwatching, trying to draw inspiration from them. Again, no luck. The waitress arrived with my Jalapeno popper starter plate and I picked one up to eat unenthusiastically. Please, someone, just give me some inspiration. That was my silent plea to the heavens that afternoon.

 

[SexyChele]

Katie Patterson

She watched his face as he slowly peeled back the layers of his life. Katie knew there was more, and perhaps he would share. Perhaps he wouldn't. She saw the pain in his eyes as he spoke of his divorce, and it pierced her own heart.

Katie looked a bit startled when asked about herself - she had been very engrossed in what he said.

"Me? Oh my." She took a sip from her wine, then slowly picked over her food. "I work for a public relations firm, and have ever since I graduated college. Unfortunately, it can be a rather high-demanding job to start out in, and I had more ambition to succeed than to marry."

She gave him a bit of a sad smile, then placed her fork down and looked out the window for a bit. She startled herself back, and looked at him with a soft smile.

"Excuse me - drifted for a moment. I, uh, had a few boyfriends, but none could compete with my career, and they left, one by one. Now that I have 'made it', and am on the top of my game, I realize that I left out a very important piece of the puzzle - some one to come home to." She swirled the wine in its glass between her hands and continued. "But that is all rather boring, isn't? Right now, I just came from handling a big account in St. Louis. Some friends of mine told me to take a few days and see this part of the country, so I took a few days off, and here I am!"

She picked up her fork, and took a bite.

"So, Jimmy, what else might there be to in these parts?" She flashed a bright smile, suddenly realizing just how handsome his rugged face was.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Ellen Wisbechski

I looked around the restaurant, and then towards the bar where the waiter stood chatting with the barman. Indicating that I was ready to order my meal he promptly walked across to my secluded window seat.

”Madame will order now?”, he asked politely

”Please,” I replied, looking back at the menu and turning to the first page. Could I have the Shrimp Creole salad for starter and…” , I paused to turn the page on the menu just to confirm my main course selection, ”I will have the Catfish in blue corn jalapeno crumb coating with hush puppies and coleslaw”

The waiter jotted the order down efficiently then noticing my half drunk wine spritzer replied, ”Your meal should be with you shortly in the meantime would Madame care to order another drink”

”Thank you, yes another spritzer would be great, thank you”, I replied

The waiter turned and headed back to the bar, moments later returning with my fresh drink. I raise my existing glass to my mouth and took a mouthful of it’s contents, my eyes fixing on the slow winding river that once more captured my attention. This was indeed turning out to be quite an enjoyable break. I had experienced some reservations when Sal. One of my office colleagues had suggested I take some time to myself after my split with Roger and I had debated over the usefulness of such an idea but now, here in this beautiful restaurant with the sun setting, the evenings orange glow illuminating the white limestone bluffs and the shimmering river flowing below them, I could at last feel the tension and anxiety of the past two months slipping away.

I raised my glass to my mouth again, finishing its contents before placing the glass back on the polished wooden table. My thoughts drifting back to when Roger and I had first met. What a perfect gentleman he had seemed as I recalled him offering to share his cab at O’Hare. Later that evening having discovered we were sharing the same hotel we had dined together, a banquet of seafood and champagne. The conversation had been light and friendly. A mutual interest in water sports and skiing had certainly helped to break the ice. Later that evening we had retired to the lounge, and sat by the large fireplace listening to a String Quartet playing Sea Pictures by Elgar, the beautiful Sea Slumber Song still reverberated in my head as I recalled the imagery. The first kiss, awkward but oh so sweet and desired as he made his move and I yielded and then later..

”Your Shrimp Creole salad Madame”, my daydreaming interrupted by the voice of the waiter as he placed my starter before me. ”Would Madame care for any dressings.”, he asked

”Thank you, yes could I have some chilli sauce”, I replied. The waiter left to fetch the condiment as I forked through the macaroni, shrimp avocados and other ingredients mixed mouth watering before me.

The waiter returned “Your sauce Madame.”, he announced placing the bottle on the table and then turned leaving me to my meal.

 

[afternooner]

Jimmy

"Boring him"

No, she wasn't boring him. In fact he was content to hear her tell him her story. He liked her voice. It rose and fell naturally and easily and he was reminded of the oreoles he had heard this morning in the trees. singing to each other and their young ones, between bringing them their breakfast. He wondered if she sang. if she enjoyed using her voice that way, to express her emotions. She could sing he was sure of that already.

He heard the words too and sensed a bittesweet inflection. Happiness and satifaction mixed with sadness and regret. Reaching over andhe touched her hand, not knowing why, just wanting to reinforce his feeling of compassion. He held it longer than neccesary and then grinned responding to her bright smile.

"Besides fishing?"

He laughed uninhibitedly and then thought, he hadn't laughed that way in quite a while. His eyes misted with merriment.

"Excuse me, he added it's just that my life has become one long fishing trip. Not that I don't enjoy it, I love the outdoors."

He looked down at his plaid shirt and faded jeans. His hiking boots.

"Thats obvious isn't it. I write too". he laughed again " About what? fishing of course." he went on about his job as a writer for a sports magazine and how he hoped some day to write a book maybe.
He hesitated a minute studying her, not knowing if this even intersted her, and seeing her eyes intent and warm. felt a shiver go through his body.

Damn it Jimmy, shes just a child, well not really but you'e an old man old enough to be her father,
maybe. Well 54 wasn't really all that old and he felt more like 40 most of the time.

Thinkiing of her question he continued brightly "I have some brochures and maps in my ....camper... in the park down by the... river."

His voice fadeded, she wouldn't be interested in his camper she probably was staying at the Hilton with room service and all the perks.

"Now I'm boring you."

 

[SexyChele]

Katie Patterson

Smiled with genuine interest. But she couldn't figure out if she were more interested in what he said or in him alone. Perhaps it was a combination of both.

"Your life seems a perfect one to me," Katie giggled. "I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to just 'get away from it all'. Chuck everything and just go out and live in some remote area. I must admit, I'm no Eagle Scout - far from it!"

Katie took a bite of food, and considered him thoughtfully as she chewed. When he talked of writing, her interest piqued.

"A writer, huh? That's wonderful, Jim! I'm a frustrated writer myself. Have the desire, but not the talent, unless it consists of a speech some high-level management sort makes. And, yes, I'd love to see what you have - in your camper - the maps and stuff." Katie felt herself stumble over her own words, and felt her cheeks flush. "I'm finished here, just have to finish this." Katie held up her glass of wine, and drank down the last few drops.

 

[afternooner]

Jim

Jim

 

[afternooner]

Jimmy

Jimmy

Her giggle reminded him of the babbling brook he'd fished this morning. He closed his eyes for a moment and let her voice flow through his mind calming and relaxing him.

It had been so long since he'd had a conversation with a woman like this and never with his wife, he thought .She'd always turned up her nose at the idea of fishing or camping . His eyes came open in surprise when she asked about his writing another thing his wife had frowned on, in fact she seemed have frowned a lot.

He couldn't wait to share this all with.... katie . and she had called him Jim... he felt respected and admired that felt good not Jimmy, boyish and bashful,l but Jim. hmmm that sounded worthfull to him.

"Katie, he said her name as he raised his glass in a toast.

"To the old and to the new."

He didn't know the meaning of his toast just words that seemed to come from somewhere back inside his head.

He put some money on the table and before she could object, took her hand and gently pulling her up, lead her out the door.

Out on the street a breeze overtook them and seemed to push them toward the park and the river below. He looked ahead at his camper and smilled .It wasn't bad in fact it was quite lixurious as far as campers go with an awned area in front and all the comforts of home albiet a bit smaller. My home away from home he announced as he opened the doo.r She hesitated a bit and and afraid that he was moving to fast turned and motioning to a canvas lawn chair

."Sit here, I'll find us something to cool to drink a wine cooler perhaps".

She nodded, a bit over come by his exuberance perhaps and he went inside. Seeing his notes for his novel on the table along with some bits and pieces of poetry, he gathered them into a folder and along with two wine coolers he returned outside to Katie.

He was so excited to share that he slipped on the bottom step and catching his balance dropped his folder.
the papers separated on the ground and he knelt down to retrieve them.

Oh lord! he thought as he saw on top of the pile his rough scetch of a man and woman making love and along with it its acompanying poem. His hands refused to move as he knelt there, flushed with embarassement and unable to speak. It seemed like an eternity before he could look up into her eyes hoping to see something other than scorn or condemnation.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Ellen Wisbechski

I finished my meal unhurriedly, regarding the other diners with queit contemplation and a feeling of regret. Regret that my own life at this time seemed empty and meaningless, a failed relationship and job that depressed me, my life needed change and direction.

The scenery outside the restaurant lifted my ebbing spirits again, and reminded me of our forefathers, the pioneers who had trod these very paths in search of thier own lives and destinies. Many had fallen along the way, many more simply settled near abouts sufficiently satisfied that they had achieved or had travelled as far as they wished, still yet there were those that pressed onward, further into the unexplored territory, filled with dangers undescribed.

Calling the waiter over for the check a waited and upon his return paid for my meal and tipped him generously before rising and walking from this pleasant bistro.

Pushing the soft top of my Vitara down I climbed into the drivers seat, fired up the engine and once more took to the road. A road which wandered into the vast countryside before me, painted orange and crimson by the deep red of the setting sun on a clear deep blue sky fading to indigo which revealed the first brave stars of the new evenings sky.

Behind me my old life, ahead of my new beginning, I clicked the radio on in my jeep and tuned into the local radio station turning up the music as I shifted in to top gear speeding my Vitara and myself forward towards the horizon and on towards the unknown.

 

[SexyChele]

Katie Patterson

She smiled at his willingness to please and impress. It had been a long time since anyone had made her feel this way, and she liked the feeling.

As the papers scattered to the ground, she glanced and then stared openly at the sketch. She felt her cheeks flush slightly, then a smile cross her lips. As he turned his face towards her, she quickly tried to hide it, but she knew her smile was still played in her eyes.

"Are you also a, uh, artist?" She noticed his eyes seemed to evade hers slightly, and his fingers seemed clumsy. Bending down, she grabbed the paper with the sketch on it and looked at it.

"This is quite good. You seem to have a flair for art."

He stood up, and quickly grabbed the paper from her fingers. She looked up at him, afraid she had insulted.

"Jim, I'm sorry if I've, I don't know, I meant it as a compliment."

He was shoving papers back into the folder, and she watched as he did so in a hurry. Katie placed her hand on his arm, and smiled into his eyes.

"Jim, it's okay. Really. I, uh, liked it."

And suddenly she realized just how much as she looked into his eyes. It had been so long since she'd felt a man's arms around her, a body next to hers, and suddenly she found herself wanting this man. A man she barely knew!

 

[afternooner]

Jim

He felt the warmth of her hand on his arm and then when he finally was able to look in them, he saw the soft and understanding look in her eyes. And her smle it seemed to lift a great weight off him. the burden of feeling alone, of being disconnected from his feelings and his ability to express them.

Her smile her eyes her touch they all gave him permission to reach down inside himself and bring to the surface all the raw emotions he had been holding back for soo long.


He set the folder on the patio table. He took her other hand in his and pulled her towards him.

"We'll share them later ......Right now I have to do this."

He leaned down and kissed her tentatively at first but when he felt her respond sharing the tension they both felt, he let it overtake him building to a peak and then subsiding as it echoed through his body and his mind.

He felt a connection had been made, a delicate one undoubtedly as they hardly knew each other yet Jim felt another connection from somewhere back in his mind like somehow this was meant to be. That they were waiting for this moment to happen and now that the time was right and they were together it had to be.

He guided her hand up to the back of his neck and as her other one joined it his hands were free to circle her waist and pull her into his embrace. His passion seemed to echo back from her body into his for him to share again with her.

For what seemed like an eternity they stood there unaware of anything that was happening around them untill the echo finally subsuded and they pulled apart, breathless and flushed with excitement.

 

[SexyChele]

Katie

She felt her body tremble at the soft brush of his lips against hers, and knew she would want more. As he lifted her hands to the back of his head, she allowed her fingers to stroke his hair, sighing as she felt him press his body to hers.

She knew she should pull back - what will he think of her! And yet, she knew she wouldn't, not then anyway.

They stood looking at each other, the passion building between them, their eyes locked together.

Then, almost as if on cue, they separated. Katie smiled at Jim, suddenly a little nervous at what had just transpired between them. She ran her hands over his arms, not quite wanting to let him go. When her eyes met his, he was smiling back at her.

"Um, well, Jim, that was, ah, very nice," she began, feeling like a foolish schoolgirl.

He took her hand in his and lead them over to the table. He indicated a seat, and katie sat down, not quite knowing what to expect.

"Can I get you something to drink? Not the selection at the restaurant, but I am civilized!"

Katie smiled up at him. "Yes, I'll take an iced tea, if you have it?"

"Sure thing, I'll be right back!"

As he left, Katie wondered about his embrace, the look in his eyes. She felt her body respond to him, wanting him. And she was pretty certain he wanted her as well. But what to do? Should she make the first move? Or allow him to? She glanced at the camper, and wondered at the other patrons walking back, seeing it rock back and forth.

She blushed furiously as she thought about these things! What if he didn't even have that in mind? Reign yourself in, girl, she thought. Just see where it all will go from here.

 

[afternooner]

JIm

"Sure tihng, Ill be right back"

The words echoed in his mind as he mixed up her tea how could he even go back after what he had done she must have thought him an old fool pretending he was a player. What did he kow of playing any way hed been out of circulation for so long. well he had to face her he looked down at the glass in his hand at least he could be polite Have some tea with her and then walk her back up town.

But he had felt her respond. What was wrong with two consenting adults coming together like this. It wasn't like they were kids, they knew what they were doing. and they could take it anywhere they wanted. He sensed this in her. that she would let him know if he was going somewhere she didn't want to.

Armed with this notion Jim stepped out into the sunlight and to Katie. He saw the folder on the table and remembered, that was what had brought her here. Sitting down, he smiled and opened it up being carefull to keep the picture to the back at least to start with.

"Would you read one of my poems". It wasn't a plea or a comand but just a way of introducing more of him to her.



I’ve always thought that summer skies
Sunshine smiles and winsome eyes
Were meant for me to Idolize

With songs of love I’d adulate
With poetry elaborate

I’ve always felt a soothing breeze
A soft caress, a tender squeeze
was much more than a fleeting tease

When yielded to deserves return
Restoring thus the pleasure earned


I hear the oreole in its nest
The rise and fall of a soft breast
The murmur of a lovers quest

When answered to is amplified
until the need is satisfied

So with my sonnets I reply
To bird and breeeze and bright blue sky
an answer to my lovers cry

my way of giving back a measure
of all I have, of all I treasure