"I am," I said. "Even more so, now!"
He chuckled and smiled at me, "Well, at least let me pay for it. What would you like?"
"Thanks," I said. "A chocolate cone, please."
He told the man my order and gave me my cone. I took my dessert and thanked him. The man with the beautiful blue eyes stroked his hair back with his fingers and looked up at me shyly, "Jimmy here," he said, patting his dog, "and I were just going to go for a walk, would you like to join us?"
I smiled at him, "Sure, I would like to."
We walked along the sidewalk and talked. I think Jimmy took a liking to me, as he kept walking in front of me and looking up at me, at which I would say hello in my high voice and make a funny face at him by twisting my mouth into a small "o", raising my eyebrows and opening my eyes wide. Jimmy would then wag his tail and pant approvingly, enjoying our joking back and forth.
The man (who's name I had yet to learn) seemed to really enjoy the connection between Jimmy and I and he laughed in a low, deep chuckle that I found sexually suggestive, as if he was getting some sort of carnal pleasure out of me. I think every girl reading this probably knows what sort of laugh I mean. It's one of those laughs that happen a thousand times a day, but something you really have to study to recognize.
Jimmy was almost as cute as his owner and we stopped so I could stoop down to pet him. He wasn't a small dog, being a yellow lab. He was wagging his tail and sniffed my shirt, licking at the old ice cream stain, I laughed but then pushed him away when he began to bury his nose into my cleavage. I giggled and stood up.
"He's a very forward dog," I said, with a smile.
He looked down at my cleavage for a moment, moist from the dog's nose. "I don't blame him," he grinned.
All this and we didn't even learn each other's names yet! He seemed to be thinking the same thing and we shyly introduced ourselves and shook hands. I learned that his name was Joe Monicci, age 39, and that he was, of course (as one could tell by his last name), an Italian. I had always been curious about Italian men. A friend of mine had dated an Italian man and she told me that he had a big cock and was good in bed. I didn't know how far my friendship with Joe would go, but I thought about these things as we walked and talked. Did he have a nice big one to please a young girl with? Did he make love all night with sweat rolling down his back and panting in ecstasy and exhaustion while he was giving it to a girl?
I learned that he was staying at his sister's house a few miles away, like us, also visiting relatives. I told him that we were staying at the hotel nearby and I pointed in it's direction. The conversation was too tame for me. I wanted to be flirty and teasy with him. I looked him up and down, smiling pleasantly.
"You look very nice, Joe."
He looked at me with raised eyebrows and lowered eyes. Oh my, Joe, I thought to myself lustfully. He caught right onto my nature. He grinned, "Oh, you think so, do you, young lady? Does your father know where you're at? That you're out walking with a strange man?"
I finished my ice cream cone and answered him. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."
Joe laughed at this. "Getting to know you for only this little bit of time, I can tell you're quite crazy about the boys. Am I right?"
I nodded, "Yes, I am."
I was wearing two-inch high sandals and I stumbled and lost my balance. Joe caught me around the waist and steadied me upright again. "You okay?"
I laughed, "I'm fine," I said, bending my feet up to my hips and taking off my sandals, carrying them by the straps in my left hand. Joe was on my right and he asked if I wanted to sit on a nearby bench. I eagerly agreed, getting anxious to sit close to him. Returning to our prior conversation, Joe flirted with me.
"It comes to no surprised that you're so into boys," he said, sitting down.
I sat beside him. "And men too," I said, gently hitting his forearm.
His voice got caught in his throat. "And men too," he repeated softly. He bent over and tied Jimmy to the bench and returned his attention to me. I dropped my sandals to the ground, almost in a trance as I looked into his blue eyes. Oh, those eyes. He put his arm on the back of the bench. I knew we might be moving too fast, but I was such a slave to his charms. We were looking into each other's eyes, just studying each other's face. I felt a slight touch on my shoulder and then I felt it disappear.
"You can," I said, giving him permission.
I shrugged my body lower on the bench and, having been given permission, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and looked down at me. He rested his big hand on my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
"Oh Joe," I said in almost a whisper.
"Yes Candy, what is it," he asked in a low, sensual voice.
He looked like he wanted to kiss me and I wanted to kiss him too, but he was holding back for some reason. I wanted to make it harder for him to resist me, so I very softly shrugged out of my shirt and let it fall to the ground. I was cuddled in his grasp, with just a tiny pair of shorts on and my string bikini top. His eyes were not shy about checking out my body.
I gently grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his face towards me. We sexily looked at one another's lips as our faces drew in closer. Our lips barely touched, teasing each other. Teasing each other....again...and again, and finally he wrapped his arm around my bare waist and we started to kiss. His lips were soft, sexy as our lips made love to each other. I'd pull my lips away from his with a squelching sound, only to return to his mouth with renewed lust, kissing him with even more desire than before. He started to use both of his hands to stroke my body. He rubbed the denim on my hip and teased my bare thighs by running a finger along the outside of them. His hand rubbed my tummy and I felt a surge of juice come out from my pussy as I felt the tips of his fingers squeezed inside the waistband of my shorts.
I was completely ignoring the scenery before me. The kids on the beach, the roaring of the water, the squeals and the laughter, I could only focus on Joe. My eyes fluttered open after another very hot kiss and I noticed the sky was getting grey. It looked as if it were about to rain. And it did. I heard the shrieks from the beach while people sought shelter, but I only stayed there with Joe, continuing to kiss him. We were both drenched within minutes, our clothes clinging to our bodies like some hot mess.
"Candy!" I heard a strong voice yell behind me.
I looked several yards behind me and saw the person was my father looking at me with a stern frown on his face. Joe could recognize his tone and we immediately split. He hurriedly asked me for a date at Sal's Restaurant the following evening at seven o'clock. I agreed as I gathered my shirt and sandals from the ground. I gave him a quick hug and ran up to my father with a grin.
"Hi Daddy."
We walked back to the hotel in no particular hurry and talked.
"Candy, I'm very disappointed in you. I can understand you wanting to do things like that with your boyfriends, but this was a man you don't know from a hole in the wall. What is this jerk's name anyway?"
I looked up at my father. "Dad, you don't even know him, don't criticize him. His name is Joe."
We spent the rest of our walk bickering. Angrily, back in the elevator of our hotel, my Dad ordered me to clean myself up once I got back in my room, as we were going to have dinner down in the hotel's restaurant. I obeyed and went back to my room. Nicole was lying on the bed watching television.
"We've been waiting for you," she said. She sat up with realization. "Oh my gosh, did you meet a boy?"
I laughed and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. She stood outside the door and asked me again.
"Well, he wasn't exactly a boy, Nicole. He was more of a man."
"What famous person does he look like?" she said in her small voice.
"He doesn't look like anyone," I answered, peeling off my wet clothes and drying myself with a towel. "He just looks like Joe."
"Joe who?"
"Joe, as in himself," I said with a giggle.
"Oh," came an u
ninterested groan on the other side and I heard her feet patter away.
Dinner that night was a family affair. We sat at a table and ordered our food, talking about school coming up in the next couple of months and work. I participated as well as I could, but I was somewhat bored by parents conversation and more so, I was distracted by thoughts of Joe. Oh, he was by far the sexiest man I had ever seen before. I loved that he was a gentleman and that he was just as flirty as I was. I couldn't wait until the following evening when he and I would see each other again.
The next day I woke up, excited about meeting Joe again. The night before was frustrating, as I couldn't play with myself because my sister was just in the other bed. I dressed and grabbed my purse and went shopping along the line of shops they had at Lake Geneva. I wasn't particularly aware of what the rest of my family was up to, but I knew they wouldn't want to go shopping with me since I would be stopping mostly at clothing shops. I really didn't need anymore clothes and I wasn't looking for anything in particular, but I came across the perfect dress for that evening's date. It was a pink dress that clung tightly to my body. The short sleeves encircled the tops of my arms, leaving the top of my chest and shoulders bare. It hugged my breasts and figure nicely and I was very pleased with myself when I bought it. It was a little more expensive than what I would've liked, but we can't have everything now, can we?
That evening around five o'clock I showered and got all dressed up for my date. I came out of the bathroom with my dress on. Nicole was eating cotton candy that she had just come back to the room with.
"Could you zip me up?" I asked her, pointing to the zipper on the back of my dress.
She nodded, her mouth full of food. She came over and walked behind me, struggling to zip it up. "You have to suck in your waist more," she consulted me. I did as she said and the zipper went up easier.
"How come you just didn't get a bigger size?" she asked me, walking around to my front again.
"That's just not what I do, kid," I told her. I leaned my arm on top of the television. "Where are Mom and Dad?"
"They're downstairs at the vending machines. We're going to the movies later."
I nodded and grabbed my clutch. Nicole hollered after me to have a good time. The outdoors was beautiful. It was just very slightly starting to get dark out and it looked so romantic. Joe told me Sal's was a romantic, high-class restaurant and I wanted to look the part.
I was wearing high heels that were two inches high and I had trouble walking in them. Joe had told me where Sal's was and it wasn't too much of a walk from the hotel. Lake Geneva was just beautiful at this time of day. With the sun slowly going down, the people refused to do the same, with well-dressed men and women in and out of shops, the lights of restaurant signs and headlights. Joe and I said that we would meet at the front doors of the restaurant. I saw him and I almost stopped dead in my tracks. He didn't see me at the moment, but he was leaning against the wall, smoking. He was dressed in black slacks and a simple white button-up shirt. I swallowed in my throat and approached him with confidence. Looking in my direction, he smiled, his eyes sweeping over me.
"Hi Joe," I said with a bright grin.
"Well, hello there, young lady," he said smiling in his deep voice. "You look so pretty. Are you ready?" he said sticking his bent elbow out.
"I'm all ready," I told him, hooking my arm in his elbow.
We made awkward, soft conversation while we waiting for the hostess to seat us. His eyes went downwards several times to my breasts as we talked and he seemed startled when the hostess came over to seat us. I was so excited to see Joe, he looked so handsome and he had this raw sex appeal about him. The hostess was about to seat us at a well-lit part of the restaurant at a regular booth.
"Wait a second," Joe said, before I took my seat. "Do you think we could have one of those booths?" he asked the hostess, pointing to a corner of the restaurant. I looked over to where he was pointing and there were several booths in a dimly lit atmosphere. The tables (each one having a lit candle in the middle of it) in that section were corner tables, with the booths forming a 90 degree angle shape to the tables. It was perfect for being close to someone. So romantic.
The hostess gave us a knowing smile and directed us to one of the booths Joe had so sexily suggested. We followed her and took our seats. We were given menus and we both ordered sodas. The hostess excused herself and we were alone.
"Joe," I said softly, scooting closer to him and, again, intertwining my arm in his. "Joe, this is so romantic."
"Oh Candy," he said leaning in close to me. He swept my hair away from face and back behind my shoulder. "Candy, baby, you smell so good, you smell so sweet." He reluctantly pulled away from me and sat in his seat, looking at the menu. "I don't want to get too carried away," he said with a laugh.
The waiter came over and asked if we were ready. We were and we ordered. He thanked us and walked away. We made an attempt to make platonic conversation, like about our jobs, etc. Well, we were able to do that alright, but we were constantly touching each other.
Like we did on the bench, Joe put his arm around my shoulders and I snuggled up close to him. He stroked my hair and generally couldn't keep his hands to himself. I didn't mind, I liked it. I rested my hand on his chest, meek, shy with what I really wanted to do with my hands. He held my hand with his hand and kissed my palm. I adjusted my position a little bit and by accident flashed him more cleavage than normal. His eyes looked at my breasts and I looked down too, seeing how much I was showing him. I giggled flirtatiously.
"I like you, Joe," I said to him. "And I know what you're looking at," I said with a quiet laugh.
"Oh Candy," he said. "I didn't mean to be rude, I just couldn't help myself."
"It's okay," I whispered to him, snuggling closer to him. "I like men with weak wills."
He chuckled and asked me more about my job as a shoe salesgirl. I never knew talking about shoes could be so sexual, but it was with his whispers and low groans.
"I bet the male customers love you," he said.
I blushed, "Well, I don't know about that."
"Oh, of course they do," he whispered, leaning in to kiss my neck.
"I like being on my knees in front of men," I moaned to him, referring to the part of my job where I had to measure feet.
"Oh my God, Candy, baby, I can't believe you just said that," he said with his low chuckle.
I decided to cast my shyness aside and I gently rested my hand on his thigh. He moaned.
"You feel nice," I said teasingly.
"You can if you want to, you know," he told me, with a reassuring kiss on my cheek.
He knew what I wanted to do and so I did it. My hand crawled up to his crotch. He kissed me on the lips and I moaned into his mouth when I felt how big he was. Oh my gosh, I couldn't believe it. He was big and hard and it was all for me. My fingers toyed with it through his pants. His hand looked down so obviously at my fingers, with my pink nail-polished fingernails, toying with his erection. His face looked up at me and he started to stroke my leg, stroking the outside of my thigh and my hip. I loved feeling his cock in my hand. It was long and thick. I was somewhat startled when I felt a wet spot on his pants, but very pleased. He felt like he was a good nine inches or so. The biggest I've ever had was six or seven inches, and that was already enormous to me.
At that moment our food arrived and we split our bodies up, somewhat embarrassed. The waiter smiled at us.
"Don't worry," he told us. "You have a very pretty date," he told Joe.
Joe put his arm around me, "I do, don't I?"
I smiled and blushed. "Thank you."
The men laughed at my embarrassment and the waiter left us. We had each ordered a plate of pasta and we ate hungrily. I made a joke about oral fixation and Joe chuckled. Our plates were cleaned in no time and we were asked if we wanted dessert. I ordered a slice of spice cake and Joe ordered a slice of chocolate cake.
While we were waiting for our dessert to arri
ve, Joe rested his large hand on my knee. "I've got my dessert right here," he teased.
"Oh Joe," I moaned.
"But I do," he assured me, stroking my bare shoulder. He leaned his mouth next to my ear and whispered, "I've got my sweet little Candy, my little baby doll right here, don't I?"
I was so hot and squirmy by his words that all I could do was nod. Our dessert arrived and we took our time eating it. We both decided it was time to cool ourselves down and we talked about everyday things. We talked about our love for dogs and music, though he was into Count Basie and I, Lady Gaga. We laughed at our differences and seemed to grow closer by our similarities. He was talking about some of his favorite old big band tunes, but I just studied his body. His cock was jutting out from his pants under the table and I love the way they took the shape of his behind and the way his shirt emphasized his somewhat-broad, flat chest.
I interrupted him. "Joe."
"Yes, Candy?"
I scooped up some of the frosting from my cake by my fingertip and brought it to his mouth. A sly grin swept over his face and he opened his mouth, letting me feed him. His mouth was sexy. It was warm and wet as he sucked on my finger. I slipped it out from between his lips and he did the same with me, feeding me the frosting. Only I didn't want to let go of his finger. I wanted to suck it all the way down to his knuckle, though I knew I couldn't, not in public.
"Joe," I whispered to him, stroking his finger, "let's get out of here."
He nodded silently and gestured for the waiter. Joe, the gentleman he was, paid for the bill and left a generous tip. We left the restaurant knowing what was coming next, but not knowing exactly where. Joe had parked down the street and he held onto my hand as we walked. We knew we were in an awkward situation. We wanted to make love, but where? My parents and Nicole could be back at the hotel anytime and Joe was staying with his sister. Joe broke the silence.
"It was hot in Sal's."
"Yes, it was warm in there," I said.
I was nervous. I had only made love four times before to the same boy about a year ago. Joe was a mature man and his lovers were probably experienced just as he was. We arrived at his car and he opened the door for me. I slid in and he smiled when I realized he had very briefly looked up my dress. He got into the car and we started to drive, though we didn't know where we were going.
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