her.
Matt’s shaking hands took over for her and quickly he had her shirt open. He spread the blouse wide and smiled at the pretty blue lace bra underneath. “My God, you are gorgeous! Are you okay so far?” he asked, suddenly unsure he was taking things too far, too fast. He wanted to give her space and be the man she needed based off of what she had revealed in their conversations. His body and mind felt so conflicted.
Sarah smiled, bit her lip and nodded. “I am more than okay so far,” she said trailing her finger down his chest and touching his navel. She watched his skin jump under her fingers. She had not been so excited in so very long. She was intensely relieved to know it was the same for him.
Matt kissed her again, his hands slid up her back again and he unclasped her bra. He grabbed her blouse and hesitated again. “Sarah, maybe we should stop...” he asked questioningly, he wanted her so much and didn't want things to backfire. His brain barely functioned and instinct had taken over. He had a momentary lapse and realized they their location was far from ideal. He wanted her to have no regrets.
Sarah sighed, frustrated, and reached back to latch her bra again. He kept asking her if it was okay, she took it as a hint that maybe he wanted to wait. Sarah was blushing something fierce from sheer embarrassment. Maybe she was trying too hard and had misread the signs? She stepped away from him and headed to the restroom to compose herself.
Matt watched her walk away, wondering if he just screwed up his chance with her. He did not want to ruin anything between them. She was a breath of fresh air his life needed. He shut his eyes, his body calmed down as he tried to readjust his clothing.
Sarah looked in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her lips red and swollen, her blouse was askew. She straightened it and tucked it back in. “Don't do this. Don’t think bad thoughts. Don't think he doesn't like you. Don't do this to yourself” she whispered the litany to her reflection and shut her eyes for a moment. Self-doubt and lack of confidence was nagging at her and she couldn't let it get to her yet. She didn't want Matt to see her insecurities. Comparisons flew through her head, differences between the men and how they looked at her and touched her.
Sarah exited the bathroom and saw that Matt had buttoned his shirt back haphazardly. All the buttons were off by one. Sarah smiled wryly and said, “Would you like me to fix that?” She thought he looked so sexy to have his clothing askew. Someday, she hoped with a happy sigh. She would eagerly await that day, based on how he made her feel tonight.
Matt looked down and laughed. “Fix it? I look like I got dressed in the dark, do I not?” he joked. He quickly fixed it and offered to walk her to her car. He saw her nod as she proceeded to wrap up at the shop while he waited patiently and watched her.
Sara quickly put a few things away, cut a large slice of coffee cake for him and wrapped it in foil carefully. Sarah glanced up at the clock and gasped. “‘Time flies when you are having fun’ is apparently true,” she said. “Can you believe it’s after ten pm already? We’ve been talking,” she heard him cough at her- and she laughed, “and kissing,” she grinned as his coughing/clearing his throat got more pronounced and she spoke over him, “and talking some more for over five hours!”
Matt grinned mischievously and said, “One of these days, it’s gonna be a lot more than five hours of ‘talking,’ my lady, now let’s get you safely to your chariot,” he said. He saw pink creep over her lovely face and she smiled shyly at him. He hoped it was sooner rather than later. He wanted it to be perfect.
10
Sarah walked out the back of the shop, turned and locked the door. Matt stood there and frowned at the dim lights. “What is wrong?” she said looking around quickly. She always seemed to
Matt’s shaking hands took over for her and quickly he had her shirt open. He spread the blouse wide and smiled at the pretty blue lace bra underneath. “My God, you are gorgeous! Are you okay so far?” he asked, suddenly unsure he was taking things too far, too fast. He wanted to give her space and be the man she needed based off of what she had revealed in their conversations. His body and mind felt so conflicted.
Sarah smiled, bit her lip and nodded. “I am more than okay so far,” she said trailing her finger down his chest and touching his navel. She watched his skin jump under her fingers. She had not been so excited in so very long. She was intensely relieved to know it was the same for him.
Matt kissed her again, his hands slid up her back again and he unclasped her bra. He grabbed her blouse and hesitated again. “Sarah, maybe we should stop...” he asked questioningly, he wanted her so much and didn't want things to backfire. His brain barely functioned and instinct had taken over. He had a momentary lapse and realized they their location was far from ideal. He wanted her to have no regrets.
Sarah sighed, frustrated, and reached back to latch her bra again. He kept asking her if it was okay, she took it as a hint that maybe he wanted to wait. Sarah was blushing something fierce from sheer embarrassment. Maybe she was trying too hard and had misread the signs? She stepped away from him and headed to the restroom to compose herself.
Matt watched her walk away, wondering if he just screwed up his chance with her. He did not want to ruin anything between them. She was a breath of fresh air his life needed. He shut his eyes, his body calmed down as he tried to readjust his clothing.
Sarah looked in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her lips red and swollen, her blouse was askew. She straightened it and tucked it back in. “Don't do this. Don’t think bad thoughts. Don't think he doesn't like you. Don't do this to yourself” she whispered the litany to her reflection and shut her eyes for a moment. Self-doubt and lack of confidence was nagging at her and she couldn't let it get to her yet. She didn't want Matt to see her insecurities. Comparisons flew through her head, differences between the men and how they looked at her and touched her.
Sarah exited the bathroom and saw that Matt had buttoned his shirt back haphazardly. All the buttons were off by one. Sarah smiled wryly and said, “Would you like me to fix that?” She thought he looked so sexy to have his clothing askew. Someday, she hoped with a happy sigh. She would eagerly await that day, based on how he made her feel tonight.
Matt looked down and laughed. “Fix it? I look like I got dressed in the dark, do I not?” he joked. He quickly fixed it and offered to walk her to her car. He saw her nod as she proceeded to wrap up at the shop while he waited patiently and watched her.
Sara quickly put a few things away, cut a large slice of coffee cake for him and wrapped it in foil carefully. Sarah glanced up at the clock and gasped. “‘Time flies when you are having fun’ is apparently true,” she said. “Can you believe it’s after ten pm already? We’ve been talking,” she heard him cough at her- and she laughed, “and kissing,” she grinned as his coughing/clearing his throat got more pronounced and she spoke over him, “and talking some more for over five hours!”
Matt grinned mischievously and said, “One of these days, it’s gonna be a lot more than five hours of ‘talking,’ my lady, now let’s get you safely to your chariot,” he said. He saw pink creep over her lovely face and she smiled shyly at him. He hoped it was sooner rather than later. He wanted it to be perfect.
10
Sarah walked out the back of the shop, turned and locked the door. Matt stood there and frowned at the dim lights. “What is wrong?” she said looking around quickly. She always seemed to
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