Wild Ginger, Part II

I returned to the bar and ordered a bottle of wine and took it to the patio.
There were not many people outside, and it was still light though the sun was beginning to fade. The band sounded better out here without the encumbrances of people, walls, windows and doors.

There has always been something liberating about being outdoors and here was no exception.

I found a table sat down and waited. After a little time she appeared and walked toward me with a sly smile on her face. That walk, was probably just as sexy walking toward me as it was walking away, the way her hips moved from side to side, I could only image them moving back and forth on top of me.

She sat down and I poured her a glass of wine and I drank in the wine, the music, the atmosphere and her. A more perfect evening I could not ask for.

At least from my perspective the wine was beginning to work it’s magic and I began to notice the little things that a couple glasses of wine allow you to notice. Like the way she moved her toes, crossed her legs brushed her hair out of her face, and the color of her hazel eyes.
Everything seemed to slow down all at once and all at once I wanted to touch her… I was beyond being able to control myself, the excitement of having her near was growing and taking it’s toll.

I slid my foot out of my flip flops and moved my foot on top of hers. I’m not a foot fetish kind of guy but to touch her skin with mine made me flush a bit.

We continued talking about music, politics, food and wine, while we sat there and the band played on.

I moved closer, and took her leg, and began massaging her calf. A slight smile crossed her face and I could feel myself relax just a degree.

Moving closer still I began to massage her thigh.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Something I’ve always wanted.” I said. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you”

A slight rise of her eyebrows and a quick glance away, the "whatever" glance.

The crowd was beginning to thin and the sun was just about gone now. I slid my hand up to her crouch and massaged there a moment. She was warm and beginning to get moist. I’m glad I wasn’t alone because I was pitching more than a pup tent by now and the ache within was strong.

The waitress appeared and we ordered another bottle of wine. She smiled at us both for a moment then left. I’m sure this is not the first time she’s seen this sort of thing.

I returned to my seat and decided to cool my heals just a bit until our wine arrived.

Once the wine was opened and poured, I got up and walked behind her and put my cheek next to hers. I could smell her then, the sweet aroma of the wine on her breath, and sweet aroma of arousal. It’s very faint but it’s there and I can smell it.

“I’ve always wanted to do this too.” I said and kissed her cheek.

“hmmmm” she said.

I continued kissing along her jaw line to the top of her neck, just below the ear, a slight nibble on her earlobe. I could physically feel her shiver, and a slight moan.

My hands have moved to her shoulders and down her arms. It was getting harder and harder to control myself. I wanted her! I wanted to take her right there.
“You know, I can probably rub your back a little better if you were to sit on my lap facing me.” I said.

“Really now?” she said. “And how’s that suppose to work?”

“Well, I sit here, and you sit on my lap with facing away from me.”

“I see.” She said.

I sat down and she got up, and moved to my lap. Damn she felt good. She was sitting on my thighs so she couldn’t feel my hard on and that I was thankful for.

I began rubbing her back as she sipped on her wine. Her body felt good under my hands.

I took a sip of my wine and slid my hands under her shirt to rub her bear skin. I swear she shivered again. I was way beyond shivering, I was in full hard on to the point where if I didn't set myself free, I was going to damage something.

(to be continued)