"Let me treat you to a meal. There're quite a few good restaurants in the area. The Blue Strawberry Bistrot is a good place to start." Helmi suggests.
"I'll just go shower and freshen up." I say.
"Good idea," says Helmi. "We'll meet in fifteen minutes."
I've not seen her dressed up, but boy does she scrub up well. She's stunning, with just the right amount of make-up.
"I'll be the envy of every man who sees us together tonight. You're very beautiful."
"Why thank you, kind sir, I didn't think you’d notice."
"You remember your remark about the tent pole in my blanket this morning?"
"Vaguely," she says teasingly.
"Well, you helped put up that tent. There wasn't much pole until you showed up."
"I'm flattered."
As we stop at an intersection she takes her left hand off the steering wheel and rubs my thigh touching my crotch lightly with her fingers.
Will I get lucky later?
We sit down in the restaurant. The waiter approaches, introduces himself and hands us the dinner menu.
"Let's share our food," Helmi suggests, "that way we can compare notes and get to know each other's likes and dislikes. It will lead to a better relationship later."
I'm not sure what she means, but I hope she and I are on the same wavelength. I'll have to wait and see.
Helmi orders the Seafood platter: locally smoked salmon & home cured gravadlax, smoked haddock arancici with King Prawns crispy capers.
I decide on Crispy duck salad: with watercress dressed with hoi sin & plum dressing.
Using our fingers we sample food from each other's plates. When we're finished the course Helmi takes my hand, smiles coquettishly and licks my fingers, sending a tingle to my dangle.
"One learns something new every day if one keeps one's eyes open." I say.
"All this talk of 'one eye' is making me horny." Helmi replies.
"What?"
"Sorry, I'm thinking about the bulge you made in your blankets this morning. It's a while since I've seen a man make such a big impression. Helmi says.
"You're pretty forthright." I say.
"Yes, I suppose I am, but then I don't like beating around the bush."
"I'd love to beat around your bush, sorry the bush." I reply.
Helmi is holding her nose with laughter. "I think that's what they call a Freudian slip."
"I could slip it to you. If you’d like me to."
Helmi takes my hand into hers across the table and looks at me, her face is slightly flushed. "I'm thinking about it, but maybe not just yet."
Is she the world's greatest cock-teaser?
We order our main course.
Helmi stays with fish and takes the Seabass fillet: pan fried with tomato, red onion, cucumber & basil salsa, breaded crab fishcake.
I go for meat again, Rump of English lamb (served pink): Dauphinoise potato, pea & mint puree, red wine sauce.
As with the first dish we dip into each other's plates with our fingers. The food is delicious. I can't help thinking, if I get to dip into Helmi's panties, will it be as tasty? Just looking at her and with the image of her in her pyjamas this morning, I've no doubt it will be delectable. She repeats her finger-licking again. I'm tingling all over and I've got a buzz in my bratwurst.
"I'll just go shower and freshen up." I say.
"Good idea," says Helmi. "We'll meet in fifteen minutes."
I've not seen her dressed up, but boy does she scrub up well. She's stunning, with just the right amount of make-up.
"I'll be the envy of every man who sees us together tonight. You're very beautiful."
"Why thank you, kind sir, I didn't think you’d notice."
"You remember your remark about the tent pole in my blanket this morning?"
"Vaguely," she says teasingly.
"Well, you helped put up that tent. There wasn't much pole until you showed up."
"I'm flattered."
As we stop at an intersection she takes her left hand off the steering wheel and rubs my thigh touching my crotch lightly with her fingers.
Will I get lucky later?
We sit down in the restaurant. The waiter approaches, introduces himself and hands us the dinner menu.
"Let's share our food," Helmi suggests, "that way we can compare notes and get to know each other's likes and dislikes. It will lead to a better relationship later."
I'm not sure what she means, but I hope she and I are on the same wavelength. I'll have to wait and see.
Helmi orders the Seafood platter: locally smoked salmon & home cured gravadlax, smoked haddock arancici with King Prawns crispy capers.
I decide on Crispy duck salad: with watercress dressed with hoi sin & plum dressing.
Using our fingers we sample food from each other's plates. When we're finished the course Helmi takes my hand, smiles coquettishly and licks my fingers, sending a tingle to my dangle.
"One learns something new every day if one keeps one's eyes open." I say.
"All this talk of 'one eye' is making me horny." Helmi replies.
"What?"
"Sorry, I'm thinking about the bulge you made in your blankets this morning. It's a while since I've seen a man make such a big impression. Helmi says.
"You're pretty forthright." I say.
"Yes, I suppose I am, but then I don't like beating around the bush."
"I'd love to beat around your bush, sorry the bush." I reply.
Helmi is holding her nose with laughter. "I think that's what they call a Freudian slip."
"I could slip it to you. If you’d like me to."
Helmi takes my hand into hers across the table and looks at me, her face is slightly flushed. "I'm thinking about it, but maybe not just yet."
Is she the world's greatest cock-teaser?
We order our main course.
Helmi stays with fish and takes the Seabass fillet: pan fried with tomato, red onion, cucumber & basil salsa, breaded crab fishcake.
I go for meat again, Rump of English lamb (served pink): Dauphinoise potato, pea & mint puree, red wine sauce.
As with the first dish we dip into each other's plates with our fingers. The food is delicious. I can't help thinking, if I get to dip into Helmi's panties, will it be as tasty? Just looking at her and with the image of her in her pyjamas this morning, I've no doubt it will be delectable. She repeats her finger-licking again. I'm tingling all over and I've got a buzz in my bratwurst.