Hippie Juice (Fortune Cookies cont.)

First she had to make sure she did a quick sweep of the house, picking up a few things and lighting some candles. Then she wanted to jump in the shower & freshen up. She showered using her favorite scented shower gel, followed with the same scented lotion & a just a spritz of cologne in a few select places. The scent had an overtone of gardenia, and she got lots of compliments when she wore it. Often, depending on who was asking, she would say she had Michael all over her, as that was the name of the cologne. She always smiled when she said this, as she had a few Michael’s in her day that she crushed on – one that was a pretty wild relationship, and the last one pretty intense without making it personal.

She put on a simple cotton summer dress – pink, mauve, and white with a touch of yellow, showing off her tan. It was sleeveless and v-cut, quite low – lower than necklines she typically sported. She tended to dress a bit more conservatively, never really showing any cleavage – having said that she didn’t have much cleavage to show in her opinion, though she did have more than some just not as much as most, especially these days in the age of choose your own size for a price.

She opted for very little jewelry, three anklets, a pair of silver earrings, and one silver spinner ring. She pulled her hair back in a loose ponytail. In the front she used a pretty bobby pin on one side and a tiny clip on the other side, pulling it back in a couple of waves that framed her face nicely. She brushed on a little blush, and a little pixie dust powder on her hands, arms, and across her shoulders and down her cleavage line. She applied a little black honey lip gloss – it was just the right shade to make her eyes look greener and made her lips look shiny and as full as they actually were.

She decided to put some music on, and chose the iPod, just so she wouldn’t have to keep messing with it and so they didn’t have to listen to any DJ chatter. Then the doorbell rang.

Once last glance in the mirror and she opened the door. He is smiling, looking really sexy and has food in his hands and she can smell it already – though she really isn’t interested in Chinese food at the moment.  She smiled and said, “Hey honey,” he noticed in the porch light she was shimmering in the particular spot he was noticing, “Come on in.” She grabbed one of the bags of food he had in his hands and he followed her into the kitchen setting the bags down on the counter.

He noticed the house was cozy, music playing, candles lit in a few places, and she smelled damn good – god he always loved her scent, especially when it lingered on him after they had been together. He always felt comfortable here, in her house with her, and wasn’t exactly sure why he didn’t come more often. As usual, she looked hot, gorgeous, beautiful, mesmerizing – he was always surprised at how her beauty affected him. It wasn’t just her beauty though, it was all of her – her intelligence, her wit, her kindness and gentleness, her sarcasm, her take-no-shit attitude, her old soul. She really had no idea how she affected him, he knew that for a fact. If she did, she’d ask more of him, push him harder.

All he had to do is hear her sexy voice and look into her eyes and watch those lips mouth “please … whatever-didn’t matter” and usually he was putty in her hands. Yet, she didn’t make many requests of his time, and didn’t call as often as he’d like her, too. Of course, he could call her, and really didn’t know why he didn’t – some misplaced pride thing, loss of control, fear of being hurt, the whole thing.

“Hey beautiful,” he winked as he said it. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him, kissing her softly on her black honey lips. “I don’t particularly care for the feel of that gloss, rather feel your lips, but sure love that color. They are so shiny I just gotta kiss ‘um!” he laughed, hugging her close and rubbing his hands up her back and the back of her neck into her hair. Though most of the house was dimly lit, the kitchen was bright, and he could see her well. He loved the laugh lines around her eyes and on her forehead, especially when she smiled.

“You thirsty?” she asked. “I made us something new – it’s called Hippie Juice. It’s got watermelon vodka, triple sec, coconut rum, and limeade,” she laughed, “It called for pink lemonade, but I thought the limeade sounded better.”

“Hippie Juice, why am I not surprised” he laughed, “You know I am always up for vodka, though aint never had  watermelon vodka before,” He winked at her. He grabbed a couple glasses and filled them with the SONIC® ice she liked to keep in the freezer. She poured the juice.  They both took a good long drink and agreed it was quite tasty.

“You hungry yet,” she asked, with a deviously flirtatious grin that purposely failed to hide what she she was really thinking. She took another long swig on her drink, noticing with all the ice, she now needed a refill.

He looked at her, his eyes dancing as he drank the last bit of juice in his glass, saying, “Filler her up, while your refilling yours.” This time she added a couple cherries and a pineapple spear.

“You know I love inebriated fruit,” she added seductively.

As they both took another drink, she moved closer to him. He could feel her heat, and she could feel his. He set his glass down, and took her glass setting it down also.

“You are a hard woman to look at and not touch sometimes, Isabella. If you only knew what I was thinking right now,” he said his voice husky and low. He took her face in his hands and kissed her lips softly, gently, teasingly, gently biting her bottom lip. He noticed how pretty her hair looked when he came in, but he also knew it was probably about to get messed up. He liked the way she had it pulled back, it was sexy and innocent at the same time. He reached behind her removing the clip holding it all back loosely. He pulled his fingers down through it, pulling it from the back cascading over her shoulders. Her hair was as close to feeling like silk as anything he could imagine; it was so soft, and streaked with golden highlights.

As he ran his fingers through her silken hair, he continued to kiss her lips, moving slowly to her right ear. She moaned ever slightly, as he stopped and looking in her beautiful green eyes, he slowly removed the bobby pin and the clip she had holding back the front of her hair. Her hair fell wavy around her face, almost shadowing her eyes. He put his hands on her face, pushing her hair back enough that he could see her eyes. He locked eyes with her, pulled her close, whispering, “God, you are so beautiful. Woman you have no idea of the hold you have on me or how much I care about you do you?”

“No, can’t say that I do,” she said in a coy manner, kissing him hard, slipping her tongue in his mouth and sucking his tongue into her mouth.  He moaned and felt himself rising to the event.

He scooped her up in his arms, “I have missed you, and I am gonna fuck your brains out lady,” he confidently growled low, smiling as he kissed her neck, excited thinking about her sparkling cleavage that had caught his eye earlier. He couldn’t wait to get to that.

“I have missed you, too, and I aint the only one who’s getting their brains fucked out tonight,” she said in that sexy husky voice she had.

To be continued . . . 😉


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