1. In the Name of Art - Part IV


    Date: 6/21/2017, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: TheTravellingMan, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    feel she was admonishing him; there was a scintilla of joy in her laughter. She had drawn him in, crafting a bubble of honesty that had suckered him royally into revealing his deepest thoughts. There was a lesson there to be learned here - there was no point trying to hide his feelings from her. He threw his hands up, “Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, I surrender.” Easing out a snort as she watched his embarrassment, her amusement ebbed away. She saw the man before her, he looked calm but she knew that he would be feeling vulnerable right now. She also knew something he did not. Whilst she could playfully pontificate that having feelings was all part of being human, he had shown a bravery she had not. She looked at him quietly; only the tears were not of laughter any longer, a solitary tear ran down her face. “Pen? Pen? You okay?” “Harry, do you mean that?” “Yes, yes I do, it is too much? Oh fuck.” She shook her head and looked down at the table, “No, no, not at all.” The screech of a chair forced her to look up - Harry was gone. In the blink of an eye, he pulled her up from hers with all that tender strength she adored. With his arms on her hips, her head instinctively leant to one side and she felt his lips against hers. Melting into his kiss, she responded instantly. Holding her chin, she looked into her eyes. “I love you Penny Nicholson.” Brushing away a tear from her cheek, she felt it too. They had both learned an important lesson. “I love you Harry Stedman.” “Pen, I’ve never ...
    been in love before, be gentle huh?” “I will because I’ve never been in love either.” “Feels great doesn’t it?” Penny nodded, “It does, and it feels really good.” “Can’t you two get a room?” The café had gone quiet, the patrons had stopped what they were doing and were looking directly at them. “Erm, sorry,” offered Harry flustered and looking around him at the scene he had caused. The middle-aged woman wearing an apron had a kindly face and smiled to them both. “Not a problem,” she leant in a bit closer, “happens all the time. It’s something we put in the water here.” They all laughed. The clatter of cutlery and crockery and swoosh of the coffee machine seemed to return the café back to its normality and the hubbub of conversation started up once more. Still a little flustered, Harry put a tenner down on the table. “Keep the change.” The woman smiled, “Thank you.” She looked at Penny, “Good luck with this one. Looks like he’s got a bit of fire in his belly.” Penny giggled and giving Harry’s hand a squeeze, “Oh, I’m not letting this one go.” -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- It was a short walk back from the café and the early-morning mist was giving over to another balmy summer’s day. “Perhaps, we might want to give it a week before we go back in there?” offered Harry. Penny squeezed his hand, “Maybe a month.” He sniggered, “So what about this commission?” “Well, let’s just say it’s unusual but I know you are going to like it.” His mind piqued, it begged further questioning. “Oh really? ...
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