Berlin
Senior Lister
The help at this cottage had to be from a British folk lore since their service always had a snobbish air, from their emarald and plum colored waist coats and their crisp mint shirts though I had to admit they looked dashing.
I made an order of a mug of cappuccino accompanied by a croissant to nibble upon, I let my mind wonder for a few and was instant consumed by thoughts of her silky soft tongue prodding.. teasing.. Always enticing me and enabling me to reach to heights of pleasure I scarcely thought existed.
The clink of the china prodded me back to reality as the coffee aroma filled the evening air in pleasing tonnes, the snack itself was up to par as the receipt discreetly placed in the menu. I closed my eyes in silent prayer and gave my gratitude to mother Gaia, further offering an apology for my past & future transgressions.
Halfway into the meal a cocoa butter scent found its way into my soul and I looked up to see my date had silently arrived by my side, even in her chestnut colored trench coat she was a sight for sore eyes. She blushed prettily when I my eyes lingered too long on her lips.
The gentleman in me brought me forth to my feet and I pulled up a seat for her, she murmured a compliment on the cut of my blazer and set her gorgeous derriere on the seat.
The snotty waiter popped up, wrote down her order in a barely hidden huff and vanished. I gazed into her eyes as we had a polite conversation and I could feel my anchor losing ground, I ought to be more careful lest I lose myself in her a voice yelled from the void in my brain.
another voice replied in a grim tone 'too late'
As her order was served I pulled back in my seat and looked at her every move, how many scoops of sugar she preferred and how the spread her cream on the bagel. Every movement was precise, keen and modest. I confess I was smitten by her elegance. She was grace itself personified and I let her know in no small words what I thought.
She too thought I was a decent enough lad and after half an hour or so she had made her admiration of me well known, I had been dating her for a period of nine months and I was sufficiently confident of her intellect.
After the china and cutlery were cleared from the table I reached out over the table spread, grasped her long fingers and firmly but gently held them. I could feel her pulse quicken as we gazed deep in each others eyes.
~it had to be today~
Holding her attention and her arms gave me a shot of bravado and I carefully told her unequivocally that I wished to marry her.
I wasn't going to pluck out a ryme from Usher nor Studdard on successful courtship, I simply took the plunge and dived in her dark brown eyes.
I made an order of a mug of cappuccino accompanied by a croissant to nibble upon, I let my mind wonder for a few and was instant consumed by thoughts of her silky soft tongue prodding.. teasing.. Always enticing me and enabling me to reach to heights of pleasure I scarcely thought existed.
The clink of the china prodded me back to reality as the coffee aroma filled the evening air in pleasing tonnes, the snack itself was up to par as the receipt discreetly placed in the menu. I closed my eyes in silent prayer and gave my gratitude to mother Gaia, further offering an apology for my past & future transgressions.
Halfway into the meal a cocoa butter scent found its way into my soul and I looked up to see my date had silently arrived by my side, even in her chestnut colored trench coat she was a sight for sore eyes. She blushed prettily when I my eyes lingered too long on her lips.
The gentleman in me brought me forth to my feet and I pulled up a seat for her, she murmured a compliment on the cut of my blazer and set her gorgeous derriere on the seat.
The snotty waiter popped up, wrote down her order in a barely hidden huff and vanished. I gazed into her eyes as we had a polite conversation and I could feel my anchor losing ground, I ought to be more careful lest I lose myself in her a voice yelled from the void in my brain.
another voice replied in a grim tone 'too late'
As her order was served I pulled back in my seat and looked at her every move, how many scoops of sugar she preferred and how the spread her cream on the bagel. Every movement was precise, keen and modest. I confess I was smitten by her elegance. She was grace itself personified and I let her know in no small words what I thought.
She too thought I was a decent enough lad and after half an hour or so she had made her admiration of me well known, I had been dating her for a period of nine months and I was sufficiently confident of her intellect.
After the china and cutlery were cleared from the table I reached out over the table spread, grasped her long fingers and firmly but gently held them. I could feel her pulse quicken as we gazed deep in each others eyes.
~it had to be today~
Holding her attention and her arms gave me a shot of bravado and I carefully told her unequivocally that I wished to marry her.
I wasn't going to pluck out a ryme from Usher nor Studdard on successful courtship, I simply took the plunge and dived in her dark brown eyes.
