He pulled back and took her two hands in his. “Cara, Georgiana, I could kiss you all day, but you have an appointment to keep. Shall we?”
Weak-kneed and slightly confused, she agreed. They had time. Vicente agreed to select a place for lunch. In the middle of the meeting, she received a text from Vicente saying, “Sushi?”
Georgie typed in response. “Absolutely!”
Another text from Vicente said, “Meet me at Joss.”
Georgie entered into her favorite sushi bar, Joss. An Annapolis institution, they served fabulous food, had a great sake menu and the décor is simply stunning. Because it was later in the afternoon, they’d missed the lunch rush, and the restaurant was quiet. Vicente was sitting by the window, bathed in sunlight. He looks so sexy with his goatee and dark wavy hair. He was looking at the menu but as if he felt her presence, he looked in her direction, stood, and strode over. He took her in his arms and kissed her.
“I have been missing you. I hope your meeting was successful.”
“Mmm. I’ve been thinking about you, too. And yes, the meeting was good.”
They discussed food options and Vicente asked Georgie to do the order since it was her favorite restaurant.
“Okay. Here goes—two orders of eel, two orders of maguro tuna, two spicy salmon hand rolls, one Main Street Roll, and a small seaweed salad. Oh, and the special soft-shell crab appetizer.”
They were talking about his projects when he said, “I am afraid I have worn out my welcome at Osvaldo’s. I am going to have to find a place to stay while I finish the project here. Probably a hotel. I need Wi-Fi.”
Before Georgie had the chance to think, out of her mouth came, “Why don’t you stay in the cabin. It has everything you need, including Wi-Fi. It’s very comfortable, and we don’t have any events or hunts scheduled for the next month, so it’s open for use.” Breathe Georgie. You’re talking too fast.
“Thank you, Georgiana. Are you certain? I don’t want to impose or be a burden to you or your family. That would be an ideal place. It would be easy for us to spend time together. I like this idea, and if you are sure, I would be very pleased to use the cabin. What kind of rent will you charge me?”
“Vicente, no rent. There’s no need for that. You can help with the horses and ride with me. That will be payment enough. You can move in today if you’d like.”
“Thank you, Georgiana. You are not only beautiful and smart but generous as well.” Just then the appetizer arrived. It was a tempura soft-shell crab served with a tangy citrus dipping sauce. Vicente stared at it. “It looks like a deep fried spider. Do you eat the legs?”
“You eat the whole thing. Try it. I promise, you’ll love it.”
She watched him intently as he pulled a leg off the crab and dipped it in the sauce. He put it in his mouth and chewed. “Oh, this is delicious.” He broke off another leg, dipped it in the sauce, and held it across the table right next to Georgie’s mouth. “This is a very sexy dish. Sexy food, don’t you think?”
She bit the leg and felt a surge of heat shoot through her entire body from the electricity of his fingers. She struggled to keep herself from sucking his fingers into her mouth. It was clear to both that they were doing a slow, long, mutual seduction. Georgie felt alive and excited.
“Before we head back, you must show me where William Faris lived. I really want to see it and imagine it with two thousand tulips.”
“All we have to do is walk up to the top of Main Street to Church Circle. Let’s get the check and do that. Then we should head back, or we will end up in evening commute traffic. I’d like to avoid that.”
Vicente paid the check and they walked, hand in hand, up Main Street to the circle.
“This church is the third one to stand on this spot, the other two burned. Francis Scott Key was a member of the parish. He wrote our national anthem. There is tremendous history here. Dash thought that the Faris property was over this end of the circle, extending down along Maryland Avenue. Old documents suggest that it was shaped like a pie, with the house at the point and the gardens at the back. Can’t you imagine this full of tulips?”
“I can. It would be breathtaking. Thank you for sharing this with me. I have learned a lot today from sexy food to what your lips feel like on mine.”
He pulled Georgie close and kissed her again. She leaned into him, kissing back with her tongue. The tension and excitement between them was palpable.
The ringing of Georgie’s cell phone broke the mood. “Sorry, I need to take this. Hey, Lanes. How are you?” Georgie listened for a few minutes. “Oh my. I hope that he gets better soon. Yes, I understand totally. It’s no problem at all. Let me know what I can do to help. Okay. I’ll give you a call tomorrow and see how he’s doing.”
Georgie turned back to Vicente. “So it seems that my friend Tad has burst his appendix and is in the hospital. They have to cancel the clinic we were going to do this week. Now I don’t have to go to Florida. Hmm. It means I have five days off that I have nothing planned, for now.”
Vicente turned his head and looked her directly in the eyes. “I am sure that we can find something to do, don’t you?”
His voice was a purr, deep in his throat, and she felt that tight, hot feeling in her body, again.
Vicente pulled the car over to the side of the driveway, right before they crested the hill in view of the barns. “Quierda Georgiana, so you will not be going. Well, then. Tomorrow. I want to make tomorrow special for you. May I make dinner for you? You have allowed me to use the cabin, and I love to cook. I want to pamper you, to feed you, and to touch you.” He was quiet for a moment and then said, “I want to make tomorrow special for us. Will you allow me to do that?”
“Oh, Vicente, that would be wonderful. Yes. What do you have planned?”
“Let me think about that a bit. But, I know it involves making you sexy foods and exploring every single inch of your body.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her with even more tenderness than earlier in the day. Once again she was melting, wanting to rip his clothes off right there. Wait and let this unfold. I want him intensely and immediately but something says that letting him take care of me would be fulfilling and exciting for both of us.
“Something has happened since I met you, Georgiana. I realize it has only been a few days, but I feel as if you have always been a part of me, that I was looking for you all around the world. I want to cherish you, to hold you and give you the love and care you deserve. I know it makes no sense. It is simply how I feel. Making love to you will be a gift, and I want our first time together to be perfect, sacred. I will make it so for you, mi querida.”
He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. “Georgiana, let me take you home. I want to move into the cabin tonight. Again, thank you for that most generous offer. I think Osvaldo will be pleased about this development—on a number of counts.” He smiled broadly. His eyes gleamed as he stroked her hands, arms, and her face. “Tomorrow, mi querida. Tomorrow.”
He restarted the car and drove up to the house. After opening her door, he took her into his arms and held her close for a moment. “I will see you tomorrow.”
Georgie went into the house and sat on the couch, reliving his kisses and his words. The dogs came over, asking to go out. “Of course, boys. Let me change and I will take you for a nice walk.”
After the walk Georgie sat again on the couch. Today has been so wonderful, full of promise with Vicente. I feel bad for Tad, but it’s fine having a couple of days off to spend with Vicente and just be home. I can hear his voice. I want our first time to be perfect. Oh, what he must look like naked, with his cock hard, standing before me.
Georgie felt herself getting wet. She went into her room, took off her clothes, and grabbed Officer Victor out of the drawer. She moved her hand to her pussy, and she stuck her finger deep inside. Wetness surrounded her finger as she inserted the pink dildo deep. Clicking to her favorite number, six, she pictured Vicente lying on a bed, his co
ck pointing straight up. In the vision, she straddled him, sliding herself onto his cock, driving her pussy down. She began rocking her hips, imagining riding him as he thumbed her clit. She moved the dildo in and out, angling it deep into her wet pussy. It hummed and vibrated her whole body. She could feel the heat building as she pinched her nipples, her mind’s eye seeing Vicente licking and sucking her breasts, his thumb and forefinger rolling the pink nipples around and around, making them hard, standing straight up. She moved the dildo so it angled against her clit as she felt the vibrations causing her orgasm to start. She felt the heat move up her body, radiating out from her clit, and pumped the dildo in and out, in and out, thinking about tomorrow and the gorgeous man who seemed to be turning her life upside down. Her orgasm came thundering and hard. She held on as long as she could, seeing Vicente’s face.
When Georgie awoke and looked at the clock, it was six thirty and already getting dark. She had fallen asleep, understandable after such a long weekend of excitement. Oh my.
Chapter 10:
Detailed Preparations
The alarm rang as usual at six. After letting the dogs out, Georgie made a cup of coffee and immediately started thinking about what the rest of the day held for her. She made a list on her phone. Titled “Finally, Sex with Vicente,” it included a manicure, a pedicure, a shave, new underwear, and maybe a new sweater, make sure good jeans are clean, and select a wine to take.
There was a knock on the back door, startling her from her concentration on her prep list. Osvaldo came in, trailed by the dogs, who began clamoring for their food.
“Good morning, Miss Georgie. Here is a letter from Vicente for you,” he said, handing her a heavy cream-colored envelope.
She could smell Osvaldo’s cologne and wondered for the millionth time since he came to work for her about how he always smelled so good.
“I wanted to thank you for being so generous with the cabin for Vicente. You like him, don’t you? I know that he likes you.”
“Yes, Osvaldo, I like him very much. Thank you for introducing us. He’s very welcome here. Did Vicente move into the cabin yet?”
“Yes, he moved last night, which was very, very good for me.” He smiled a wide smile, and his eyes glittered.
Hmmm. Osvaldo must have had some fun last night. Well good for him. “By the way, I am not going to Florida for the clinic this week. It’s been canceled. I’ve decided to continue using my vacation days anyway, and I’ll just be around here, so maybe later today, you and I can make a list of things that I should do while I have the time. I’ve been thinking about doing a full cleaning in the vet office. Maybe the tack room? Anyway, let’s think about it and talk later.” She was hoping he got the hint—she wanted him to go so that she could read the letter from Vicente. “Anything else, Osvaldo?”
“No, thanks, Miss Georgie. I told Vicente as he was leaving that I would give you the letter. I will see you later.”
Her heart plunged. Leaving? Where was he going? Why? Whoa, pony. Hold on. Osvaldo said he moved into the cabin. Okay. Get a freakin’ grip. He is running errands. For tonight. Yes. Hot errands for our special dinner. She tore open the letter. The paper was beautiful, heavy cream-colored stock. At the top of the sheet was an imprint of the same horse as on his pin and his sterling belt buckle. The horse’s mane was flying, and its head was encircled in flowers. They looked like daisies or asters. It was heavily raised, and she ran her forefinger across the embossed image. So beautiful. The handwriting on the page was strong, with bold strokes. It looked to her as if it was written with a fountain pen. How perfect. He is a modern man, with old traditions he still follows.
Georgie read the note slowly.
My Dearest Georgiana—
The image of your face and the softness of your lips kept me awake all night. My desire for you grows intensely with each passing hour. You stir visions in me that I have never had before. I want to fulfill them all with you. Tonight, Georgiana, will be the night we come together for the first time. I wish to see you slowly, gently open to me like a rose bud, soft, like velvet. It is in this slowness of our lovemaking that we will find the perfect rhythm together.
Please come to the cabin at 7 p.m. tonight, and bring the dogs. You will not be going home until morning.
I will think of you—of us—constantly today as I ready for you. I hope you will do the same.
Yours,
Vicente
Georgie read it six times before she realized she was holding her breath. Oh my God. She gulped for air. That is the hottest note I have ever received. And yet, it’s not explicit—it implies all kinds of things “come together.” You bet. Yes, many times, please. “Open up like a rose bud?” Hmm, why yes, I would love you to spread my legs wide and find my clit. As if I wasn’t keyed up enough all by myself, Vicente has just ignited the bon fire. Holy cow. Today is going to be a really interesting day.
She folded the note and replaced it in its envelope. Georgie put it in her purse to carry for inspiration. I had better tell Freddie about this, in case she plans to drop by tonight.
Georgie dialed Freddie’s number and gave her some of the details of the previous day. Freddie laughed. “Well, Georgie, I knew you were attracted to him. It seems like it’s moving pretty quickly, but I guess that it’s to be expected. He is gorgeous. And it was brilliant of you to offer him the cabin. Now he’s right on your property, and you can keep him there! Ha! So, I guess tonight is the night, the big moment, huh? Well, I’m just a bit jealous. Please ask Osvaldo if he has any more friends like Vicente. I’m tired of old professors.”
They both laughed at that and Georgie promised she would call tomorrow with some of the details.
Georgie drove the twenty minutes into town to the big mall with the fancy stores. Georgie found a great parking space right in front of the mall and slid the truck into it. Her mani-pedi appointment was at eleven, and she wanted to go into the fancy lingerie store for some super-sexy underwear. She went into the high-end department store to see what they had in the way of a low-cut cashmere sweater. Georgie’s addiction to cashmere sweaters was well known among her friends and family. Ooh. Cobalt blue. Cobalt blue is fabulous with my “winter” coloring. I can wear red, blue, black and clear white. And, here’ s a red one, with an even lower cut neckline. I’ll buy both and decide later which to wear.
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Her shopping nearly complete, she decided that she was a little hungry. As she sat in the food court with her salad, she opened the letter from Vicente again, getting herself energized for shopping for some new underwear.
“This will be the night we come together for the first time.” Oh yes, yes it will be. And the second, and the third and maybe the fourth. I’m getting wound up, which I know was his intention. What will the color of my underwear say? Is red too much? Too pushy? Black? No, it seems too dark. Light pink, like a rose? Not my shade and a bit too juvenile for a woman my age. How about dark blue? Well, I need to see what they have, anyway, but I certainly am sufficiently turned on to try on underwear!
At the high-end lingerie store, Georgie found the perfect set—a very low-plunging front-closure bra in a dark shimmery blue. The lace across the breasts was of flowers, and it had matching panties. My figure’s pretty good. All that riding and handling horses, but I am not a thong girl. So regular bikini panties it is.
After her spa appointment was complete and there was no more shopping to keep her there, Georgie left the mall, full of visions and anticipation. Georgie got back to the house and decided to go for a short ride, maybe work one of the horses in the indoor arena. She dressed in old blue breeches and a sweatshirt and headed out to the barn. As she was crossing the driveway, Vicente’s car pulled up to a stop right next to her. He pushed the button, and the window slid silently down. Georgie moved to the side of the car and leaned in for a short kiss.
“Ah, mi querida. You look like you are going for a ride, yes?” He grabbed her hands and held them as they talked.
; “Yes, a short one. I don’t want to tire myself out too much, though. I have a big evening planned.”
He grinned. “Oh, you do? Well, as a matter of fact, I have a big evening planned too. And as you can see from the number of bags in the car, someone will be feasting on magnificent Spanish foods tonight. Did you know that Spanish food is the sexiest foods of all?”
They were looking intently into each other’s eyes, devouring, imagining, teasing.
“Where did you shop?”
“I went over to Annapolis to that fancy organic grocery store. Oh my! You can get everything for a perfect Spanish dinner there. I was very excited.”
“Really? I was excited this morning too,” she teased. “Vicente, your note to me was simply incredible. I believe it had the effect you desired.”
“I desire nothing but you, Georgiana. I will see you at seven?”
“Yes, you will see me at seven.”
He placed his hand over his heart, nodded to her in a stately and formal way, and drove around the barn toward the cabin. She wanted to drive her hand into her pants and right to her clit, but she resisted. Whoa, pony. You only have a few more hours before all of your Vicente fantasies will be fulfilled.
Georgie rode a prospect horse in the arena for about an hour, taking him over short jumps, testing his response to the cues from her legs and hands. He didn’t like the crop and sidestepped a couple of times when she used it on him. He also seemed to lean too much to the left as he went over the jumps. Osvaldo and our lead trainer can check him out too before we decided if we should purchase him or not. Holy crap it’s nearly five thirty. I need to get this show on the road.
After her quick shower, Georgie stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining herself. My hair actually came out okay. A little curl from the brush at the ends and the wispy bangs across my forehead. Not bad. Now the shimmery blue panties on over my waxed pussy. I remember the first time I had waxed down there, and the girl called that little patch of pubic hair a landing stip. That just cracks me up. There has got to be a better nickname for that. The blue bra fits me perfectly. Great cleavage, Georgie. The material of the bra is lacy and thin and my nipples poke through, as if they are looking for a way out. Which they are. My black jeans, a pair of black cashmere socks and a pair of black zip up short boots. Oops. Earrings? Yes, the diamond studs. One sterling silver bangle bracelet. Done. This is a good as it gets.
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