There was nothing between the denim and her soft, smooth, slightly reddened, cheeks. As she stared up into his eyes she deftly opened his slacks and r...leased his erection. She wrapped her slender fingers around it. Bringing his lips down on hers he hungrily consumed her as she moaned her agreement into his mouth. Sitting back down he brought her towards him. Straddling his bare legs and lowering herself down, she gave another gasp, as she began taking him inside her. Their lips met again as she. He smiled, "I made everything from the jam to the pastries." Those were the greatest things I've ever eaten." I said with all seriousness."When you have lived as long as I have, you learn how to cook."I looked down at the empty plate. "Well maybe you can teach me sometime."Jon suddenly looked surprised. "You mean you're staying for a while?"I looked up at his scared face. "Why is that shocking?" I asked, feeling a little uneasy.Jon looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, well, Devnik has never brought. What was that less pleasant detail again?He pedals, catches up with her. Full stop using his rear brake in the curve, kicking up dust, blocking her way. Spectacular—or so he thinks. Although stopped, she keeps skipping on the spot. Questioning look.“Nice shoes,” he grins. “Wanna fuck?” Always wanted to try this stale pick-up line.She keeps skipping on the spot, rolls her eyes. “Piss off!”“Too bad,” still sporting his smirk. “Hoped to tap that delicious ass.”She chuckles, “I like men who talk. Georgia wasn’t a woman who carelessly took risks and she suddenly realized she wanted to walk the knife-edge between safety and danger. He was virtually a stranger, which added an unknown element. He was charismatic, he was confident, he was completely male. And even if she wanted to, she couldn’t back away from him. He was temptation in the finest manner possible. As she studied his face, she deliberately allowed her imagination to wander into unfamiliar and reckless curiosity. She had never.