beautiful,” he announced.
She fiddled with her hair, feeling self-conscious. “Thank you.”
They walked out and she sat behind him on the motorcycle. Although she had never ridden bike before, Gabby didn’t feel scared as she held Nick and leaned against him. It felt like the most wonderful and natural thing to do. The swift wind, the speed, and the ease with which he swept through traffic impressed her.
Gabby discovered that she loved riding.
When they parked the bike, she handed him the helmet which he strapped to the bike. “How was your first ride?”
“How did you know it was the first time I rode a bike?”
He laughed in that winsome way which never failed to make her heart accelerate. “I could tell by the way you gripped me. You were a little scared”
She blushed. It wasn’t because she was scared. She enjoyed pressing her body against his hard, muscled back. The thrill of it was enough to make her pussy wet. As he held her hand and led her towards the harbor, Gabby fought the desire that spiraled inside her. Damn it! Couldn’t she control her hormones? But it seemed that his mere presence was enough to arouse her, and she found it difficult to keep a sane thought in her head when he stared at her with that penetrating gaze.
Talk about being horny!
Rather than answer him, she flipped her hair and gazed at the view that met her eyes. Even though it was daylight yet, she could see the ships out in the ocean. People milled about on the docks, and sat on chairs outside restaurants, or walked about. A light breeze blew. It was a beautiful day.
And she was determined to soak in all the fun that came her way.
Tomorrow would take care of itself.
“Do you want to eat now or a while later?”
She could spend her life with this man; the thought came unbidden. Gabby pushed it out. “We could walk around a bit.”
“Sure.” He shrugged. “Let me show you my favorite gallery.”
“Gallery?”
He led her straight towards the shops. “They showcase some of my favorite local artists.”
“Ah!” Gabby didn’t know what he was talking about, but she enjoyed listening to him. His voice, low and soft, was soothing, and his hand on hers was firm. When they entered the gallery, Gabby was mesmerized by the sheer beauty she saw on canvas. Some of the art work really took her breath away. She was enraptured by color and texture, by the play of eccentric patterns, and hauntingly realistic landscapes.
“That’s just gorgeous.” She stood in front of a painting that showed a woman who stood on the edge of a cliff. The sheer vibrancy of the ocean, the kaleidoscope of colors on the sky, and the timid beauty of the woman was enough to make her feel that she could stand forever and gaze at the scene.
Who was that woman? Why did she stand there?
Did she mean to fall down?
And if yes, why?
“Like it?” A new voice startled her.
The tall man who stood next to her wore outlandishly red trousers and a bright green shirt. “Yes, it’s beautiful. I wonder what the artist was thinking when he created it. Could it be something he saw?”
“Maybe he dreamed it and wanted to capture it for all eternity.”
Gabby narrowed her eyes. “Do you know the artist?”
He grinned and nodded. His floppy brown hair fell forward on his forehead. “I painted it.”
“You’re the artist?” She was at a loss for words. How could this man who didn’t seem to have any ideas about colors (judging by his clothes) paint such a gorgeous scene?
“Do you have any doubt?”
She slanted her head and took a good look at him. He might have been simple in his choice of clothes, but there was infinite wisdom in his eyes. “No. You’re a genius.”
“Ah! A woman who knows my true worth! You are a real gem. May I take you out for dinner?”
“She is with me,” said Nick who was watching them both
She fiddled with her hair, feeling self-conscious. “Thank you.”
They walked out and she sat behind him on the motorcycle. Although she had never ridden bike before, Gabby didn’t feel scared as she held Nick and leaned against him. It felt like the most wonderful and natural thing to do. The swift wind, the speed, and the ease with which he swept through traffic impressed her.
Gabby discovered that she loved riding.
When they parked the bike, she handed him the helmet which he strapped to the bike. “How was your first ride?”
“How did you know it was the first time I rode a bike?”
He laughed in that winsome way which never failed to make her heart accelerate. “I could tell by the way you gripped me. You were a little scared”
She blushed. It wasn’t because she was scared. She enjoyed pressing her body against his hard, muscled back. The thrill of it was enough to make her pussy wet. As he held her hand and led her towards the harbor, Gabby fought the desire that spiraled inside her. Damn it! Couldn’t she control her hormones? But it seemed that his mere presence was enough to arouse her, and she found it difficult to keep a sane thought in her head when he stared at her with that penetrating gaze.
Talk about being horny!
Rather than answer him, she flipped her hair and gazed at the view that met her eyes. Even though it was daylight yet, she could see the ships out in the ocean. People milled about on the docks, and sat on chairs outside restaurants, or walked about. A light breeze blew. It was a beautiful day.
And she was determined to soak in all the fun that came her way.
Tomorrow would take care of itself.
“Do you want to eat now or a while later?”
She could spend her life with this man; the thought came unbidden. Gabby pushed it out. “We could walk around a bit.”
“Sure.” He shrugged. “Let me show you my favorite gallery.”
“Gallery?”
He led her straight towards the shops. “They showcase some of my favorite local artists.”
“Ah!” Gabby didn’t know what he was talking about, but she enjoyed listening to him. His voice, low and soft, was soothing, and his hand on hers was firm. When they entered the gallery, Gabby was mesmerized by the sheer beauty she saw on canvas. Some of the art work really took her breath away. She was enraptured by color and texture, by the play of eccentric patterns, and hauntingly realistic landscapes.
“That’s just gorgeous.” She stood in front of a painting that showed a woman who stood on the edge of a cliff. The sheer vibrancy of the ocean, the kaleidoscope of colors on the sky, and the timid beauty of the woman was enough to make her feel that she could stand forever and gaze at the scene.
Who was that woman? Why did she stand there?
Did she mean to fall down?
And if yes, why?
“Like it?” A new voice startled her.
The tall man who stood next to her wore outlandishly red trousers and a bright green shirt. “Yes, it’s beautiful. I wonder what the artist was thinking when he created it. Could it be something he saw?”
“Maybe he dreamed it and wanted to capture it for all eternity.”
Gabby narrowed her eyes. “Do you know the artist?”
He grinned and nodded. His floppy brown hair fell forward on his forehead. “I painted it.”
“You’re the artist?” She was at a loss for words. How could this man who didn’t seem to have any ideas about colors (judging by his clothes) paint such a gorgeous scene?
“Do you have any doubt?”
She slanted her head and took a good look at him. He might have been simple in his choice of clothes, but there was infinite wisdom in his eyes. “No. You’re a genius.”
“Ah! A woman who knows my true worth! You are a real gem. May I take you out for dinner?”
“She is with me,” said Nick who was watching them both
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