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For Sunlolly
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For Sunlolly Lolly liked the new store. The selection of fresh veggies and fruits was good and the prices seemed as good or better than her regular store. It was a litte further but if she only went once a week.... "Excuse me?" Lolly shook her short hair, coming out of her reverie. The man was only an inch or two taller than her own five foot two, but he seemed to loom larger. As her mind registered his accent, she realized he was a Yank, and probably used to looming. She smiled, subtly moving back a turn. "I'm on vacation, and I don't really have a grasp of the money. Are these grapes a good buy?" Lolly looked at him again. A bit older. At least ten years her senior, but nice looking. Clean, neat. Probably one of those joiners. She felt her customary smile. "That is a very good price. Actually, most of the produce prices seem in line and quite reasonable." "Thank you. How about the meats?" She had to laugh. "Isn't your wiife with you?" "Not for three years." "Oh. I am sorry." "I'm not. Except for the amount her lawyer gouged out of me." Lolly laughed. Showing him some of her own purchases, she compared the prices for him and tried to give him an idea of the conversion. She realized that she was not usually so comfortable with strangers and found it interesting. He was a nice looking man, and she was a little pleased with the complete attention he seemed to pay. He had made a few rash purchases, and she led him to the better alternatives. He laughed easily at himself, and Lolly found herself glad she had made the trip today. "Can I buy you a coffee...or tea?" Lolly looked up. The store actually had a small cafe. She had noticed it when she came in but had not paid much attention. She didn't usually think of eating or drinking in her supermarket. Now, it seemed a perfect concept. They parked their carts and took a seat. He said his name was Roger, or as she might say, Rauri. She nodded. He had learned a few Gaelic phrases, but they sounded Irish to her ear. Still, it was more than many tourists do. As they talked, Lolly found herself enjoying the moment, and when they could prolong it no more without it seeming out of place, she thanked him and said she hoped they might meet again. "Well.... if you can tell me a good place to eat lunch , perhaps you could join me....?" Lolly laughed. She was divorced for six years and had been living alone even before that, but she was not desperate. So, why did part of her want so badly to give in to his suggestion? He wasn't even long-term, just a vacationer. "There is a nice Pub on Flagston. Two blocks over. They serve a very reasonable lunch." "Will you make me eat alone?" That was exactly the right question. How many times had she eaten alone, wishing that someone were meeting her? Glancing at her watch, Lolly said, "I will meet you there in an hour. Give me time to put my food away." "Thank you. I will be there." Lolly had changed into a casual but more flattering skirt and loose top. She knew that she was not the svelte girl of nineteen she probably never had been, but she felt a little bad about her hips, and her thighs, and maybe she could get a little more exercise. 'Down, girl. Tis just a lunch." Lolly laughed at her anxiety. He probably had changed his mind. But he hadn't. He was sitting at the bar and watching the door. She was oddly pleased that he didn't feign indifference. He stood as she approached and his admiring inspection and welcoming smile touched her more than she wanted to admit. "Shall we get a table?" Lolly nodded and let him lead her to a corner booth. Like many pubs, this one had the private rooms that could be screened off, and she was glad he hadn't gotten one. A bit too presumptious and off-putting. Perhaps he didn't know about them. "They asked if we wanted one of the private areas, but I didn't want to scare you off." "Maybe that was just what I wanted. " She heard herself reply. "They're always open." He winked. Lolly felt herself blushing. They ordered halves, and soup and sandwhiches. He let her do the ordering. By the time they were on their second half-pints, they had unconsciously moved closer to each other and were frequently touching or smiling. Lolly wondered if he had planned all this. She almost hoped he did. Being chased was a lot more fun than being chaste. He was going to be here for a month. He was testing the waters for his imminent retirement. money wasn't a problem. Not quite rich, but comfortable, he didn't have to work, but didn't know what else he would do. Lolly worked four days a week at the bookstore and an occassional fill-in at the bakery. She had to work, but she had made a comfortable life for herself. As they finished their meal. He took her hand. "If you're not busy today, could you be my tour-guide? I have had too much fun with you to just let you dissappear." Lollly looked into his strong face with his deep blue eyes. Perhaps it was the pints. "Okay. We'll take it a step at a time." Lolly realized how that sounded. She laughed. So did he. They did the usual touristy things, and she enjoyed seeing her home through his eyes. Even the most mundane farm was interesting to him. He laughed at his own tendency to want to 'improve' everything. He seemed to like to find reasons to touch her and to let his hand rest on her waist or her arm. Nothing too pushy, just a kind of prorietary right that she found herself enjoying immensely. The change came when they stood watching the soccer match. He understood the game better than most yanks she had met, not that she'd met that many. His excitement and his enthusiasm, made her feel young. "They're good but no match for the blue." "Oh, you are soo wrong.. your Blues are flagging already." "You wish." "Wanna bet?" "You're on." " A kiss. A real one." " Okay for you, but what do I get when we win?" "Not that you will but I'll buy one of your scarves and wear it the rest of the day." Laughing, Lolly stuck out her hand. Solemnly, he shook it. Later, as he bought the scarf and she wrapped it around his neck, he collected even though he'd lost. Leaning forward, he took her in his arms and slowly, his eyes never leaving her own hazel eyes, he leaned into her and kissed her with a deep and passionate intensity. Lolly lost herself in the feel of the moment and the day, and let her own lips open to his probing tongue. Pulling her against him, with surprising strength and the same enthusiasm he had showed for the game, he made her head spin. Pulling back she looked up into his sparkling blue eyes, and realized that she had made no move to seperate herself from him and his hands on her hips slid down to cup her ample bottom and he lowered his face to hers. She knew that they had had no more to drink and that she really had no excuse, but she also knew that she needed none. Burying his face in her neck, his hands enjoying her bottom as his lips teased the tender skin below her ear and Lolly knew that he was giving her the chance to stop things from going any further, but she also knew that she was curious as to how far he was going to go. The bleachers were emptying, but they were hardly alone, and the people passing by seemed amused by their lustful embrace. Lolly felt his hand move up her back and slowly around to cup her breast. He took her lips his teeth softly nibbling at her lower lip, as his finger found her expanding nipple and pinched it. Lolly heard the little gasp escape her lips. Roger's other hand was caressing her body with an attention that few had shown for longer than she cared to remember. Her few lovers had developed a familiar trend that she had come to accept without even realizing it. Looking into her hazel eyes, he spoke, his voice burred with the passion that she knew held them both. "Your eyes are more golden now.I like it. Do they get like that when you make love?" "I don't know. Why don't you tell me." "My pleasure." He turned her away from the view of passersby and his hand raised the loose top so his lips could push down the cups of her plain cotton bra. He seemed more interested in the contents than the wrappings. A strange mix of heat and cold made her shiver. Or perhaps it was his lips. Then she felt his hand raising her skirt. This was insane. Lolly had never made love in a public place. But even as she tried to find the words to demur, Roger was caressing her damp pussy through the simple panties she wore and moaning into her breast as he moved the damp cloth aside to allow his fingers to find their way through the sparse red hair to the wet slip that totally gave away any protest that she might make. She felt his finger easily find her swollen and plump little clitty and even as he played with it making her hotter and hotter, Lolly realized that she had totally surrendered control to him. His lips moved up to her ear, kissing and licking; "I want to suck that little clitty and watch you writhe beneath me as I bring you to the edge." His voice and the passionate words, made Lolly tremble, then she felt his hands between them and realized that he had freed his cock. Without volition or concious intent, she reached down and stroked the hot hard length of his cock. The passion and the obvious intensity of his lust made her feel so incredibly sexy. She felt that she was the most desirable woman in the stadium and the feeling made her giddy and excited. Then she felt herself fitting him to the opening of her panties and he stretched the leg hole further, probably ruining them forever for all she cared, and when she felt him pressing into her slit she pushed against him as he kissed her and with a roll of his hips he entered her. Lolly gasped and tried to look over his shoulder to see if they were being watched, but the deep slow stroking of his cock and the passionate exploration of his fingers and tongue, soon made her forget everything but the hunger that welled between them. Then, burying her face in his new scarf, Lolly let out a strangled cry as she surrendered to the almost overwhelming orgasm that seemed to shake her to her knees. She was pleased and proud at the strangled cry that escaped his lips as he buried his cock deep and she felt his cum flowing into her and she couldn't have cared less if the whole city was watching. She almost wished they were. Slowly their breathing calmed. With a last lingering kiss he covered her breasts and slowly withdrew from her wet sensitive pussy. By the time he leaned back, she was modestly covered and he was trying to zipper his slacks with one hand. She winked as she helped him. Almost terrified, Lolly looked out, and the few looks that came their way were more envious than angry. One young girl winked, making Lolly feel incredibly young and desirable again. "I still say the Blues stole the game with that bad call." Lolly couldn't stop laughing even as she tied the scarf about his neck and the set off arm in arm. She had no idea where it would all end or when of even if, but she would not give back a moment of this day for anything. //////////////////////////////////////////////////// |
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