Thyme for Love #12

Tuesday Tales

Sally, a devoted business woman and owner of Crafter’s Cottage, just met an organic farmer interested in being a vendor at the upcoming herb festival. Their meeting to fill out the vendor application turned into a dinner date … and now an outing at the lake. 

This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘random’. Return to TUESDAY TALES for more great snippets.


CNJ_picnic table by lakeA stirring in her body told her how much she liked where her mind took her. Delicious thoughts ran through Sally’s mind that had nothing to do with the feast before them. She remembered the way his arms had felt around her. The shiver of anticipation she’d felt when his tongue had …

… “Earth to Sally …”

“Um … I’m sorry. What were you saying? I was lost in thought,” she stammered her flustered reply.

“Are you ready to eat? Steaks are done.”

“Yes I am.” She paused trying to gather her composure. “What … oh, plates.” She fumbled around on the table and grabbed two plates. Handing the chef one, she took a deep breath. “Mmmm, this all smells delicious!”

A pleased smile crossed his face and he placed a juicy sirloin on her plate, followed by two foil packets.

Not much was said as the two consumed the tasty goodies they’d each prepared. Sally looked across the table as Izzy attacked his corn on the cob. Melted butter dripped down his chin. She was overcome with a sudden urge to lick the butter off his chin. Thankfully she was sitting too far away so she wouldn’t make a fool of herself. All of her senses were tingling with the random pictures that ran through her head.

Then, she heard her grandma speaking in the back of her mind. Yore mind’s in the gutter, gal. She giggled.

Izzy glanced at her curiously.

“Just enjoying the moment,” she said. She sure wasn’t going to admit to this handsome man that filled her with lustful desires that she’d just thought of her grandma.

Maybe she’d cook the next meal. At her place. Where they’d be inside and out of sight of prying eyes. “So, I was thinking, maybe I’d give you a taste of my cooking next time. Are you free next weekend?”

“I’d love that! But, not next weekend. I’ve got to run down to Austin.” He looked down at his plate as he continued. “I promised … a friend … that I’d help them … with something.”

13 thoughts on “Thyme for Love #12

  1. A great scene until the end. I was filled with dread as he stammered out the last sentence. I have a feeling something bad is in the air. Can grandma help with that? Perhaps not.


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