think I mean?” Her eyes go even wider. “Did you think I meant wake-up sex? Naughty, naughty Ben. You have a dirty mind.” She pops a piece of muffin in her mouth. “I’m talking about exercise, you perv!”
I’m a shit. I try to open my mouth, but it’s dry. I have no idea what to say. She kicks my leg under the table and laughs so hard and loud. I join in, and suddenly I feel light and free. The laughter feels awesome, and I don’t want to stop. Finally I speak. “Sorry, again. Obviously I thought ... well, you know what I thought.”
“Oh relax, Ben, I’m just riding you! Now don’t let that image invade your filthy thoughts.” She fucking winks at me and kicks me again. I love it. This girl does it for me. She turns me inside out, and I think I like it. I embrace the dirty thoughts. Visions of her riding me early in the morning for wake-up sex devour me. Damn if I can make it through this day without a constant bulge in my pants.
I pull up to the house in my beat-up pickup truck that I like to use around the vineyard. It’s old and rusting out in some spots, but I can’t give her up. She’s solid and can still take a heavy load. My excitement builds with each minute that passes. Sam went in to change her shirt and put on some hiking boots. Today, I’m showing her my home. There’s so much to see.
Our vineyard is considered medium-sized compared to the other local wineries. We offer public and private tastings, as well as private functions.
I thought I would show her the layout of the land and let her guide me in which direction to go. I want her to set the course. The lush, green, rolling hills paired with row after row of grape-covered vines are a thing of beauty. Large oak trees and small local redwoods are majestic and offer the best shade for a quiet and romantic picnic. Maybe I should pack us a light basket of drinks and munchies.
I turn off the engine and make a dash into the barn and run into the wine cellar. I decide to grab our Petit Sirah and two glasses. Running into the house, I find the picnic basket in the pantry. I look around for the crackers and throw them in. I pack us some fresh fruit and cheese to complement the wine. At the last second I grab some chocolate. I remember that I have an old blanket out back on the porch. Perfect. My gut tells me she’s a picnic kind of girl.
I walk back outside and find Jenny leaning against my truck. “What’s up, Bean Sprout?” I can see her jaw tighten and fists clench together. These silly nicknames still get her riled up and I love it.
“Stop with the Bean stuff already! Anyway, are you ready to take Sam around? I know she’s excited to see everything and spend time with you.” Her grin is like the Cheshire Cat. It’s sneaky, like she’s up to something. I’ll play along.
“Yeah, I’m excited to show her around. I even packed a picnic if we decide to stop and take a rest.”
Jenny claps her hands together. “A picnic. That’s right up her alley. Good job, Ben.” She twirls her fingers together. “So you’ll be sitting out under a tree, laying down on the blanket, eating, and sipping some wine. Hmm.”
“What do you mean, hmmm ?”
“Oh, nothing. It’s just very romantic, don’t you think?” She pushes off the truck and grabs the basket. “Let me see what you’ve got packed in there.”
I yank it away from her. “Jenny, back off. There’s nothing romantic going on. I’m just showing her around.”
“Okay, Ben. Whatever you say. No romance. Got it.”
“Bean, let it drop.” I can hear my voice getting louder with each word. My patience is waning. I can see her taunting smile, and even her stance is more upright. “For Christ’s sake! There’s nothing romantic going on here!”
“I’m glad we cleared that up.” I don’t need to turn around. A sudden hot flash overtakes my body. Why is it every time I’m around this girl I do or say something asinine? Slowly, I turn to face her with some
I’m a shit. I try to open my mouth, but it’s dry. I have no idea what to say. She kicks my leg under the table and laughs so hard and loud. I join in, and suddenly I feel light and free. The laughter feels awesome, and I don’t want to stop. Finally I speak. “Sorry, again. Obviously I thought ... well, you know what I thought.”
“Oh relax, Ben, I’m just riding you! Now don’t let that image invade your filthy thoughts.” She fucking winks at me and kicks me again. I love it. This girl does it for me. She turns me inside out, and I think I like it. I embrace the dirty thoughts. Visions of her riding me early in the morning for wake-up sex devour me. Damn if I can make it through this day without a constant bulge in my pants.
I pull up to the house in my beat-up pickup truck that I like to use around the vineyard. It’s old and rusting out in some spots, but I can’t give her up. She’s solid and can still take a heavy load. My excitement builds with each minute that passes. Sam went in to change her shirt and put on some hiking boots. Today, I’m showing her my home. There’s so much to see.
Our vineyard is considered medium-sized compared to the other local wineries. We offer public and private tastings, as well as private functions.
I thought I would show her the layout of the land and let her guide me in which direction to go. I want her to set the course. The lush, green, rolling hills paired with row after row of grape-covered vines are a thing of beauty. Large oak trees and small local redwoods are majestic and offer the best shade for a quiet and romantic picnic. Maybe I should pack us a light basket of drinks and munchies.
I turn off the engine and make a dash into the barn and run into the wine cellar. I decide to grab our Petit Sirah and two glasses. Running into the house, I find the picnic basket in the pantry. I look around for the crackers and throw them in. I pack us some fresh fruit and cheese to complement the wine. At the last second I grab some chocolate. I remember that I have an old blanket out back on the porch. Perfect. My gut tells me she’s a picnic kind of girl.
I walk back outside and find Jenny leaning against my truck. “What’s up, Bean Sprout?” I can see her jaw tighten and fists clench together. These silly nicknames still get her riled up and I love it.
“Stop with the Bean stuff already! Anyway, are you ready to take Sam around? I know she’s excited to see everything and spend time with you.” Her grin is like the Cheshire Cat. It’s sneaky, like she’s up to something. I’ll play along.
“Yeah, I’m excited to show her around. I even packed a picnic if we decide to stop and take a rest.”
Jenny claps her hands together. “A picnic. That’s right up her alley. Good job, Ben.” She twirls her fingers together. “So you’ll be sitting out under a tree, laying down on the blanket, eating, and sipping some wine. Hmm.”
“What do you mean, hmmm ?”
“Oh, nothing. It’s just very romantic, don’t you think?” She pushes off the truck and grabs the basket. “Let me see what you’ve got packed in there.”
I yank it away from her. “Jenny, back off. There’s nothing romantic going on. I’m just showing her around.”
“Okay, Ben. Whatever you say. No romance. Got it.”
“Bean, let it drop.” I can hear my voice getting louder with each word. My patience is waning. I can see her taunting smile, and even her stance is more upright. “For Christ’s sake! There’s nothing romantic going on here!”
“I’m glad we cleared that up.” I don’t need to turn around. A sudden hot flash overtakes my body. Why is it every time I’m around this girl I do or say something asinine? Slowly, I turn to face her with some
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