“I love it,” I laughed. “Maybe she has a grandson that could help me with these khakis.”
“I love your khakis,” she said, chuckling. “They’re very you.”
“Thank you,” I said, smiling. “You ready?”
“Yep,” she said, taking my arm and waving at Mary as we left.
I opened up the car door for her and helped her inside before shutting it behind her. I couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky I was to have her as a date. She was absolutely gorgeous, and I had a feeling we were going to have plenty to talk about that would keep both of our attention.
We drove off into the small town about twenty minutes away. There weren’t a lot of places, since it was very small, so finding the restaurant was easy. I parked the car in the lot and walked around, opening the door and helping her out. She straightened her dress and I gave her my arm to walk to the front door. I could feel the heat from her hand on my arm spreading through my entire body and couldn’t remember the last time a woman had the kind of effect on me.
When we walked inside, I was pleasantly surprised, initially expecting to find some older place with outdated furniture and bad music. I was wrong, though; the place had nice tablecloths, candle-lit tables, and soft music playing in the background. The hostess showed us to a small table by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
I pulled Tiffany’s chair out for her, pushing it in as she sat down. I walked around and grabbed the wine list, scanning through the selection. I ordered us a bottle of vintage wine from their cellar and a couple of appetizers to get us started. When the waitress left, I leaned forward and smiled.
“So that hike was so much fun,” I said.
“It was,” she gushed. “And I have to say, I am really impressed at your climbing experience. You said that your parents are climbers?”
Damn. The question I always tried to avoid at all costs. I didn’t like how people looked at me when I told them the news, like they pitied me or something. My parents had known the risks, and so did I, and they had paid the same price many other climbers had paid in the past.
“Well,” I said, taking a deep breath. “They were climbers. They both died in a climbing accident several years ago in South America.”
“Oh, my God,” she said, covering her mouth. “I’m so sorry, Rob. That’s terrible. Really, I am very sorry to hear that.”
“It’s part of my past, and it will be part of my future,” I said with an awkward smile. “They were really great people, though, and I owe my love of climbing to them,” I added. “Tell me about your family. What are they like?”
The waitress walked over and set our wine and appetizers down, took our dinner order, and walked away. We sipped our wine and nibbled a bit on the bread I had ordered. I was relieved that things didn’t feel uncomfortable; Tiffany handled my story really gracefully. During dinner she told me all about her parents, their hippie nature, and how she grew up. My parents weren’t hippies, but they definitely had the same view on the world and living your life to the fullest. It was a really amazing conversation that brought light to how much we really had in common.
When dinner was over, we strolled back to the car and headed to the inn. Miss Mary had retired for the evening, but she’d left us a bottle of wine on the counter. I picked it up and looked at Tiffany, deciding it was now or never.
“Would you like to come up to my room and have a drink?”
“I would,” she said with a smile.
“Good. Let me just grab some glasses for this,” I said, walking into the dining room and picking up two wine glasses.
Tiffany followed me upstairs and to my room that I had left unlocked. When we walked in, she stood to the side, looking around the room as I uncorked the bottle of wine. I poured two glasses and handed her one, walking over and sitting on the bed. She sat gingerly next to me and held up her glass.
“To finding old friends in new ways,” she said.
“Hear, hear,” I said, clinking my glass against hers.
As she sipped her wine, I couldn’t help but trail my eyes down her neck. She was so beautiful, and I found myself scooting closer to her. I reached out and took her wine from her, setting it on the nightstand by the bed. She watched me with wide eyes as I reached forward and cupped her face in my hands, slowly and gently pressing my lips against hers. She leaned into my kiss, a small whimper coming from her throat. I pulled back for a moment and we paused, looking deeply into each other’s eyes.
I wondered what she was thinking, hoping that I hadn’t overstepped my boundaries by kissing her that soon. Before I could even ask any questions, though, she had leaned back into me, putting her arms around my neck as she kissed me passionately. The breath in my chest began to quicken as her body got closer to mine, her warm skin pressed against my neck. I ran my hand down her side and rested it on her hip, pulling her closer to me until we were almost on top of each other.
I ran my hand back up her side, finding her zipper. Slowly I slid it down, until I could rest my hand on her bare back. She gasped, moving over and straddling me, raising her arms as I pulled her dress up and over her head. I looked down at her matching black lace bra and panties, accentuated by the thigh-high stockings on her tight, sexy legs. My cock began to throb in my pants and I was sure she could feel it between her legs.
She reached up and unbuttoned my shirt, sliding it back off my chest and pressing her lips against my neck. I groaned, grabbing her by the waist and rolling her over onto the bed. She sat up, watching me taking my pants off. Then she unbuckled her bra, allowing her large, firm tits to bounce out. I bit my bottom lip as I slipped out of my pants and walked toward her, my hard-on trapped in my tight black boxer briefs.
I stretched out beside her, sliding my hand up her thigh as my mouth took her nipple in, my tongue rolling over it. She moaned as I circled my fingers up the edge of her panties. I raised my head up to hers and looked her in the eyes. She nodded her head once and then pressed her lips against mine, letting me know she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Chapter Eleven
Tiffany
Just the feeling of his fingers on my skin aroused me more than any other man ever had. It was erotic, sensual, and everything I secretly had hoped for since I watched him climbing that rock. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that my weekend away had turned into something so much more, but there I was, this amazing man’s hands all over my body. It was like something out of a romance novel.
He slipped his fingers beneath my panties and rubbed through my folds, forcing my head back and a gasp of air to fill my lungs. His fingers were warm and strong, teasing me further and further along. I wanted to feel him inside of me, to know what this man had and what he could do with it. I ran my hands up through his hair, grabbing a handful and reaching my head up to kiss him passionately. He rubbed circles around my clit, gently at first, but then picking up speed. I could feel his huge cock, hard and strong, pressed against my leg. It made me excited and aroused, knowing he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
Slowly, he slid his hand further down, pushing two fingers inside of me. I moaned, tossing my head to the side. He pushed in deep and then slowly pulled back out, a smile moving over his lips as he watched me in pleasure. I turned my head and looked up into his eyes, biting my bottom lip. He raised up slightly and fingered me faster, bringing a whimper from my throat. He watched me as he pushed me further toward orgasm, clinging tightly to the bed next to me.
He sat up in the bed and spread my legs apart, pulling my panties down and off. Slowly, he lowered himself onto his stomach and gave me a look before pushing his face into my wet mound. I groaned, arching my chest for a moment as his tongue began to move circles over my nub. I lifted my hips from the bed and pushed against him, wanting more, but wanting his cock at the same time. My hands moved up to my breasts and I massaged them gently, feeling the waves of ecstasy rolling through me.
He pushed two fingers back inside of me and pushed them in and out as his to
ngue ran through my juices. I gripped down harder on my chest, moaning and screaming as the heat continued to build deep in my belly. He moved faster and harder, sensing my impending orgasm. The tips of his fingers flickered inside of me and I grabbed tightly to the comforter. As his tongue began to dance back up over my clit, I threw my head back and arched my chest into the air, inhaling deeply. Surges of electricity shot through my body from my head to my toes. My body shuddered under his touch as I came hard.
He continued to move his tongue around until I collapsed back into the bed. I could feel a smile on his lips as he kissed my wet pussy and moved back up my body. He reached over to the nigh stand and grabbed his wallet, pulling out a condom. He sat up, pulling his boxer briefs down, releasing his hard cock. I watched as it sprang out, the girth and length overwhelming. He tore the top of the condom off and rolled it down his shaft, tossing the package in the floor and moving back over me. He looked deeply into my eyes and pulled my thighs up to his side as he gently guided his cock into me.
I screamed out in pleasure, feeling him completely fill me to the brim. He slid all the way down inside, until his balls slapped against my ass. He kissed my lips gently and pulled my arm up over my head before he started to thrust. I groaned, feeling every inch of him moving in and out of my juices. I pulled my other leg up to his side and clenched my hand into his.
He groaned as he picked up the pace, his body moving faster with every stroke. There was a fire in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before and as he reached a fevered pace, I couldn’t help but scream out. He smiled and leaned down, kissing me passionately.
As our bodies moved together, connecting in the most intimate way imaginable, he rolled, pulling me up on top of him. I steadied myself, pulling my legs beneath me on each side of his body and putting my palms down on his chest. I slowly lowered myself back down onto his shaft, groaning as he entered back into me. Immediately, I began to twist my hips, grinding down on him, feeling the passion between us. It was erotic, unlike anything I had experienced before.
His hands came up and grasped my sides, moving me faster and faster over top of him. I could feel my clit rubbing against his skin, sending heat shooting into my belly. I could feel another climax coming and gritted my teeth as I let him move me over his body. I leaned my head back and groaned, feeling the pleasure building inside of me. He slowly lifted me up his shaft and then slammed me back down again. As soon as he started to twist my hips against him again, I could feel the explosion rocking my body. I leaned my head back and screamed out as I quivered over top of him.
He groaned, lifting me up slightly and pounding his dick into me as I shuddered from the orgasm coursing my veins. He lifted me high and then slammed me down to the bottom, pushing his hips up and growling. His jaw clenched, and his muscles went tense as he came. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me and moaned, holding myself upright until he relaxed.
I laid down on top of him and rolled over onto my side, curling up in his arm. He pulled the condom off and tossed it in the bin next to the bed. I reached down and grabbed the covers pulling them up over us as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled my head up onto his chest. He was freaking amazing in bed, and I was in complete awe. I laid there as our bodies recovered, watching the lights flickering outside of the window. The wind was blowing hard and the branches of the trees out front whipped from side to side, crossing over the lights shining brightly below. It was comforting, and I couldn’t help but notice just how right everything seemed when I was lying there, cuddled in Rob’s arms.
There had never been a man that I felt so comfortable with. It definitely wasn’t how I’d expected my weekend to go, or how I’d ever seen my relationship with Rob playing out in the end. I assumed he would always just be the peculiar but friendly guy at the bar. Boy, was I wrong.
“So,” he said, looking down at me. “What are your plans for tomorrow?”
“Well,” I said, propping myself up on one elbow and looking down at him. “I have to get back to the city, but I figured I would wake up with the sun and take an early hike out to the lake before I have to head back. I can’t come all the way out here and not spend at least an hour or two at the water.”
“That sounds nice,” he said. “I really wasn’t sure what I was going to do with my day tomorrow. Would you mind if I joined you? I mean, you can say no. I just figured why not finish up this unexpected weekend together, you know?”
“Yes, of course you can join me,” I said, so fast that it surprised me.
“That’s awesome,” he smiled.
This man definitely did something to me. It was like I was drawn to him, like I couldn’t tell him no, or pass up the opportunity to spend just one more hour with him. It was confusing, but at that moment, I didn’t care, I just knew what I wanted.
“Maybe we can pack a lunch, and have a midday picnic by the water,” he said.
“That sounds awesome,” I replied.
I was getting excited for the next day. I had never had a picnic with a man before, and definitely not at one of the places that I visited so often. It was beautiful out there, and I could already picture it in my head.
“Good,” he smiled. “Then we better get some sleep.”
Rob grabbed the covers and pulled them up farther and I relaxed back down, laying my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. My life back in the city was so chaotic, so rushed, and not at all what I wanted. Just the thought of it put a strong knot in the pit of my stomach, and it made me tense up.
Rob moved his arm over me, gently rubbing his hand over my shoulders and down my back. He must have felt me tense. It was absolutely nuts how everything had turned out this weekend. I had plans for a solo couple of days hiking my favorite spots, getting in some rest and relaxation, and renewing my spirits so that I could survive another bout in the city, working toward my goals. This, though, seemed ten times better, but made going back that much harder and looming. It was like the universe knew that I needed this, something different, something to kick my ass into high gear. I needed to be reminded that the life I wanted wasn’t inside the walls of that city, and that it would only be a matter of time before I could break out of there for good.
I relaxed my shoulders, figuring there was no need to worry about returning until I was in the car on the way back. I reached my arm over and wrapped it around Rob’s waist. I focused in on his breathing and heartbeat and let out a deep sigh. I couldn’t remember any time in the past that I had ever felt so relaxed and that comfortable with a man. Being naked in bed was always uncomfortable for me, feeling a bit self-conscious and always waiting for the next shoe to drop. Sure, there were things to be worried about with Rob, but my mind wouldn’t even let me go there.
I closed my eyes and could feel my body drifting off into sleep. The soothing rhythm of his breath lulled my senses and every part of me relaxed into him. His hand slowly came to a stop on my back and as I fell asleep, I could sense that he had too. My thoughts slowly drifted from what was in front of me back to the city, and to the plans I had been working so hard to procure. I really hoped that my life started to take a better turn toward the future, because I wasn’t sure how long I could continue living that way. My dreams were what were important to me. Being in a place like this, with a man like Rob, was something even stronger than I had previously dreamt of.
Now all I had to do was make it happen, and hope that it was as amazing as I had a feeling it would be.
Chapter Twelve
Rob
The sound of birds chirping outside brought me from my sleep. I slowly opened my eyes and looked out the window at the sun cascading in through the window and flooding over the bed. I looked next to me and smiled at Tiffany curled up in a ball, still fast asleep. She had the covers wrapped around her and the pillow bunched up in her arms. I wondered if she always looked that comfortable or if she’d been just as relaxed with me as I was with her.
I sat there in the bed, staring down at the way the light sp
arkled in her soft brown waves. Her fair skin was so beautiful, and the way she slept, her eyes gently pressed together, her lips pursed, was unlike anything I had seen before. She was stunning. Completely and utterly gorgeous. Everything had been so unexpected, and my plans hadn’t even thought to allow something like this into them. I really didn’t want our trip to end; it had been so perfect, and exactly what I needed to get myself back to a positive mindset. I was almost afraid I would lose that as soon as I got back to the city.
My stomach growled slightly, and I rubbed it for a moment, thinking of what I should do next. I smiled, pulling the blankets off of me and carefully scooting out of the bed. I tiptoed across the room and pulled out some clothes for hiking and put them on. I went into the bathroom and fixed my crazy sex hair before sneaking carefully to the door and out of the room. I quietly pulled the door shut behind me and looked around, a big smile moving across my lips. Carefully, I made my way downstairs and smiled at Miss Mary as she rounded the corner.
“Well, good morning,” she said happily. “Did you sleep well?”
“Better than I have ever slept before,” I smiled.
“Good,” she beamed.
“I was wondering, would you be able to whip up an amazing spread of breakfast foods that I could take upstairs with me? I’m sure that Tiffany is going to be hungry before we go out for the day,” I smiled.
“Of course,” she said. “I just finished some delicious jam and biscuits,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
I stood there, meandering around the inn for a little while as she prepared the food. When she returned, she was carrying a wonderful tray of biscuits, jellies, fruits, yogurt, and a teapot with a couple of cups. I took the tray from her and smiled, carefully walking back up the stairs. I opened the door and snuck back into the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed with the tray carefully in my lap. I looked down at Tiffany and smiled, knowing the smell of fresh baked biscuits would do the trick.
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