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Authors: Kay Jaybee
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Was she finally sitting down to a meal she might actually get to finish?
‘So …’ Cameron leant forward, his eyes scanning the menu, ‘I don’t know about you, but I really can’t be bothered to decide what to eat. How do you feel about sharing the set meal? No worries if you don’t fancy it; I just really can’t be arsed to make any decisions at this time of night!’
‘Perfect.’ Sally, who didn’t care what she ate providing it came soon, added, ‘Can we have noodles instead of rice though?’
Cameron’s brain did a mental somersault as it replayed the image of Sally hidden under a pyramid of noodles. ‘No problem,’ he said in a rather strangled tone.
Relieved that the waitress’s arrival meant he could focus on ordering their food and a bottle of wine, Cameron used the distraction to calm the rising hard-on he could feel against the cotton of his boxer shorts. He really hoped no one would be asking him to stand up from his seat in the next ten minutes.
Once the waitress had departed, an awkward silence, only punctuated by the occasional crunch of the fast disappearing prawn crackers, descended on the table. Sally fiddled with the stem of the empty wine glass. She’d been so sure of everything she needed to say after she’d spoken to Carol at lunchtime. Now, face to face with Cameron, she didn’t have a clue where to start.
Their conversation was delayed further by the swift arrival of the wine, which Cameron went through the polite ritual of tasting, before the waitress placed a wine cooler directly next to their table, plunging the bottle of Pinot Grigio into its icy depths.
Sally began to giggle. She couldn’t help it. The sheer strain of the last 24 hours, combined with exhaustion from a fitful night’s sleep, and the build up to the conversation they still weren’t having, tipped into hysteria the moment she saw the ice in the bucket.
The smile that lit up Cameron’s face as he looked at her was so wide it was almost like being with a different person. Sally’s laugh was infectious, and he joined in as he dipped a hand into the ice, pulling up a single cube. ‘I will never think of these things in the same light again.’
A frisson of lust shot up Sally’s spine as she remembered how good it had felt when Cameron had used the wasted ice against her. Their laughter stopped abruptly. They both stared at the cube, knowing they were thinking the same thing.
For a second Sally found she couldn’t swallow, her throat was dry and lumpy, and she took a quick gulp of liquid from her wine glass. Her eyes remained on the cube of frozen water. It was melting fast in Cameron’s warm palm. She hadn’t noticed how large his hands were earlier. She’d felt them, but until now she hadn’t looked at them. They were chunky, with surprisingly long fingers, yet smooth and uncalloused. An office worker’s hands; but with the strength of a manual labourer. An extra shudder of arousal zipped through the nerves in Sally’s neck.
The water trickled across him, and they watched entranced, as droplets of moisture escaped through the gaps between his fingers, spattering the side plate beneath. Sally felt hypnotised by each splash of water against the china, her chest taut; her mouth drier than ever. Eventually, Cameron closed his fist over the ice. He held it firm for a while, his eyes fixed on Sally. Then, suddenly he wrapped it in his napkin as he wiped his hand dry, his own breathing obviously shallow.
‘Sally, I ...’ Cameron knew he had to tell her how much she had been occupying his thoughts over the past few weeks. How he’d hated it at first, resenting her creeping into his fantasies, but how now he wanted to live out those dreams, those dirty thoughts of cleaning her up again and again with his tongue. Not only that, but he wanted to get to know her properly. He took a deep breath and tried to get his words out again, ‘Sally, I don’t know how to start this. It seems a bit late in the
‘So …’ Cameron leant forward, his eyes scanning the menu, ‘I don’t know about you, but I really can’t be bothered to decide what to eat. How do you feel about sharing the set meal? No worries if you don’t fancy it; I just really can’t be arsed to make any decisions at this time of night!’
‘Perfect.’ Sally, who didn’t care what she ate providing it came soon, added, ‘Can we have noodles instead of rice though?’
Cameron’s brain did a mental somersault as it replayed the image of Sally hidden under a pyramid of noodles. ‘No problem,’ he said in a rather strangled tone.
Relieved that the waitress’s arrival meant he could focus on ordering their food and a bottle of wine, Cameron used the distraction to calm the rising hard-on he could feel against the cotton of his boxer shorts. He really hoped no one would be asking him to stand up from his seat in the next ten minutes.
Once the waitress had departed, an awkward silence, only punctuated by the occasional crunch of the fast disappearing prawn crackers, descended on the table. Sally fiddled with the stem of the empty wine glass. She’d been so sure of everything she needed to say after she’d spoken to Carol at lunchtime. Now, face to face with Cameron, she didn’t have a clue where to start.
Their conversation was delayed further by the swift arrival of the wine, which Cameron went through the polite ritual of tasting, before the waitress placed a wine cooler directly next to their table, plunging the bottle of Pinot Grigio into its icy depths.
Sally began to giggle. She couldn’t help it. The sheer strain of the last 24 hours, combined with exhaustion from a fitful night’s sleep, and the build up to the conversation they still weren’t having, tipped into hysteria the moment she saw the ice in the bucket.
The smile that lit up Cameron’s face as he looked at her was so wide it was almost like being with a different person. Sally’s laugh was infectious, and he joined in as he dipped a hand into the ice, pulling up a single cube. ‘I will never think of these things in the same light again.’
A frisson of lust shot up Sally’s spine as she remembered how good it had felt when Cameron had used the wasted ice against her. Their laughter stopped abruptly. They both stared at the cube, knowing they were thinking the same thing.
For a second Sally found she couldn’t swallow, her throat was dry and lumpy, and she took a quick gulp of liquid from her wine glass. Her eyes remained on the cube of frozen water. It was melting fast in Cameron’s warm palm. She hadn’t noticed how large his hands were earlier. She’d felt them, but until now she hadn’t looked at them. They were chunky, with surprisingly long fingers, yet smooth and uncalloused. An office worker’s hands; but with the strength of a manual labourer. An extra shudder of arousal zipped through the nerves in Sally’s neck.
The water trickled across him, and they watched entranced, as droplets of moisture escaped through the gaps between his fingers, spattering the side plate beneath. Sally felt hypnotised by each splash of water against the china, her chest taut; her mouth drier than ever. Eventually, Cameron closed his fist over the ice. He held it firm for a while, his eyes fixed on Sally. Then, suddenly he wrapped it in his napkin as he wiped his hand dry, his own breathing obviously shallow.
‘Sally, I ...’ Cameron knew he had to tell her how much she had been occupying his thoughts over the past few weeks. How he’d hated it at first, resenting her creeping into his fantasies, but how now he wanted to live out those dreams, those dirty thoughts of cleaning her up again and again with his tongue. Not only that, but he wanted to get to know her properly. He took a deep breath and tried to get his words out again, ‘Sally, I don’t know how to start this. It seems a bit late in the
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