challenge and finishing first; first to get naked and first to the orgasm finish line. After snuggling on the comfy bed for an hour, Corny got up. “Let’s see if we can actually bounce on this thing.” And giggling like a kid when they were able to get air, they began to bounce.
Steve sighed.“I’m starving. Let’s get dressed and find a restaurant and have some dinner, okay?”
They went downstairs and asked the hotel concierge where he suggested for dinner.
“The Bengal Lounge has excellent contemporary Indian food and an extensive wine list.”
Corny looked at Steve. “Do you know what contemporary Indian food is?”
“No, but I’m willing to give it a try if you are.”
“What the heck, this weekend is an adventure,: she replied.
After looking at the menu for a while they both said, “I can’t decide.”
Steve, being a decisive cop said, “Let’s order a bunch of dishes and share, okay?”
“The more food the better, that’s a great idea.” What Corny really wanted to say was; can we share your house too?
She wanted this weekend to be really special. After placing an enormous order of food he places a small box in front of Corny and waited.
“Steve, what’s this?” her voice soft and a little breathless.
He coaxed her, “Open it and look, it’s not your Christmas present though, you’ll get that on Christmas morning.”
“My hands are shaking” she said when she finally got the wrapping paper off. She knew the minute she lifted the lid it was the key to his house. A bright and shiny new key, too, and not the one he kept under his dead petunia pot. “Oh Steve, are you sure about this?” Corny said as tears leaked down her cheeks.
“Yes honey, I am absolutely sure, I love you.”
Anxiously Corny asked, “You know Pete, my parakeet is part of the bargain too. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, Pete can move in too,” Steve said with and exaggerated sigh.
They both laughed. Then their food arrived and it looked and smelled excellent. The table’s centerpiece was a large cranberry candle surrounded by green and red holly berries. The plates were decorated with cranberries too.
Steve was asking her questions about the food but she was still staring at the shiny new key she held in the palm of her hand.
“What do you want to try first, the lamb curry with spinach or the curried scallops? Man the cinnamon fried rice smells incredible. I’m glad we ordered that dish too.”
“I’ll take a little bit of everything please.” as she continued to rub the key.
After an incredible dinner, they took a romantic stroll around Victoria and looked in the shops--she was trying to get ideas for Christmas presents.
“Steve, I think I have a strategy for shopping tomorrow. It should only take me an hour; maybe two too get it all done. How about you, are you going to do any shopping while were in Victoria?”
“Only if I see something that catches my eye, I pretty much have already finished my shopping. Some of us don’t wait until the last minute to do it…Steve said with a smirk.
Corny hadn’t drunk any alcohol at dinner, but once in their suite, she craved a beer and a chocolaty, gooey, concoction of some sort. A hotel of this caliber must offer a wonderful collection of desserts she thought, and opened the room service menu.
Steve said, “I feel a little grimy--why don’t you choose a dessert and order a couple of beers for us and I’ll be right out.”
“Okay. ” She couldn’t stop fondling her new key. She would have her place packed--moved in with Steve before Christmas--how wonderful!
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning, after exploring every inch of Steve’s body again, Corny promised herself she would get all of her shopping done before doing anything fun--like visiting the glorious Caribbean Flamingos at The Butterfly Gardens. If they had time, she wanted to visit The Butchart Gardens too. They were only a couple of miles away and had miniature monkeys, which were
Steve sighed.“I’m starving. Let’s get dressed and find a restaurant and have some dinner, okay?”
They went downstairs and asked the hotel concierge where he suggested for dinner.
“The Bengal Lounge has excellent contemporary Indian food and an extensive wine list.”
Corny looked at Steve. “Do you know what contemporary Indian food is?”
“No, but I’m willing to give it a try if you are.”
“What the heck, this weekend is an adventure,: she replied.
After looking at the menu for a while they both said, “I can’t decide.”
Steve, being a decisive cop said, “Let’s order a bunch of dishes and share, okay?”
“The more food the better, that’s a great idea.” What Corny really wanted to say was; can we share your house too?
She wanted this weekend to be really special. After placing an enormous order of food he places a small box in front of Corny and waited.
“Steve, what’s this?” her voice soft and a little breathless.
He coaxed her, “Open it and look, it’s not your Christmas present though, you’ll get that on Christmas morning.”
“My hands are shaking” she said when she finally got the wrapping paper off. She knew the minute she lifted the lid it was the key to his house. A bright and shiny new key, too, and not the one he kept under his dead petunia pot. “Oh Steve, are you sure about this?” Corny said as tears leaked down her cheeks.
“Yes honey, I am absolutely sure, I love you.”
Anxiously Corny asked, “You know Pete, my parakeet is part of the bargain too. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, Pete can move in too,” Steve said with and exaggerated sigh.
They both laughed. Then their food arrived and it looked and smelled excellent. The table’s centerpiece was a large cranberry candle surrounded by green and red holly berries. The plates were decorated with cranberries too.
Steve was asking her questions about the food but she was still staring at the shiny new key she held in the palm of her hand.
“What do you want to try first, the lamb curry with spinach or the curried scallops? Man the cinnamon fried rice smells incredible. I’m glad we ordered that dish too.”
“I’ll take a little bit of everything please.” as she continued to rub the key.
After an incredible dinner, they took a romantic stroll around Victoria and looked in the shops--she was trying to get ideas for Christmas presents.
“Steve, I think I have a strategy for shopping tomorrow. It should only take me an hour; maybe two too get it all done. How about you, are you going to do any shopping while were in Victoria?”
“Only if I see something that catches my eye, I pretty much have already finished my shopping. Some of us don’t wait until the last minute to do it…Steve said with a smirk.
Corny hadn’t drunk any alcohol at dinner, but once in their suite, she craved a beer and a chocolaty, gooey, concoction of some sort. A hotel of this caliber must offer a wonderful collection of desserts she thought, and opened the room service menu.
Steve said, “I feel a little grimy--why don’t you choose a dessert and order a couple of beers for us and I’ll be right out.”
“Okay. ” She couldn’t stop fondling her new key. She would have her place packed--moved in with Steve before Christmas--how wonderful!
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning, after exploring every inch of Steve’s body again, Corny promised herself she would get all of her shopping done before doing anything fun--like visiting the glorious Caribbean Flamingos at The Butterfly Gardens. If they had time, she wanted to visit The Butchart Gardens too. They were only a couple of miles away and had miniature monkeys, which were
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