This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘sandwich’. Return to TUESDAY TALES for more great snippets.
Sally’s arm slid up around Izzy’s neck as her lips met his. His warm body moved against hers and sandwiched her in between the wall and his muscular thighs. A moan escaped her lips as she returned his kisses.
A wolf whistle from across the street halted their frenzied connection. “Get a room,” a young kid called out.
Sally blushed as Izzy moved away. “Whew!” he exhaled, under his breath. “Girl, you drive me crazy. You’ve invaded my life and all I can think about is you.”
He cupped her face in his hands and gently pressed his lips against hers. “I’m going to cancel this weekend and spend it with you.”
“No you’re not.” Sally replied. “You made a promise. You need to keep it.” She ran her fingers softly down the side of his cheek. “Besides, I need to work on herb festival things this weekend. It’s only two weeks away and there’s a lot I need to do.”
“Absolutely. I’ll be here when you get back.”
“Let’s go take that walk then.”
“Yes ma’am. Maybe more of a stroll. That is, if you’re still game.”
“There’s nothing I’d rather do.” An impish grin crossed her face. “Well, almost nothing else.”
“Should make for an interesting evening.”
Hands clasped together, their arms gently swung with their movement as they approached the beginning of Latham’s Trail, branching off west from Oak Grove Square. They moved easily together, bodies in tandem, adapting to each other in the rhythm of long time lovers. Oaks cascaded over the trail, letting glimpse of moonlight peer through spaces between the large gnarled branches.
They spoke in soft voices, conversation running the gamut from every day details, to the dreams they each had for their businesses. They spoke of everything except of one thing – the two of them and where they each thought this relationship was headed.
Sally felt as if they’d crossed a point where the two of them together was a certainty. It seemed like neither one wanted to jinx their future by speaking of it just yet. A brief thought ran through her mind. Or, was it that they didn’t speak of their future because there wasn’t a future?