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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.

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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.”

Thyme for Love #11

Tuesday TalesSally, 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 ‘stairs’. Return to TUESDAY TALES for more great snippets.

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The two stood in the grassy edge of the glistening lake, oblivious to anything else except each other’s touch. Sally felt the heat from Izzy’s chest warming her through her cotton tank top. Her fingers slipped up into the hair flowing around his neck. Their soft kiss intensified, neither one wanting to break away. His tongue slid between her lips, gently exploring. A quiet moan echoed in Sally’s throat and heat raced from head to her belly.

CNJ_kiss by the lakeIzzy pulled his head back first. He encased her in his arms, cradling her head up against his shoulder. “Woman,” he growled. “What you do to me. “Let’s get back to those coals before I get ideas I shouldn’t be having here on this open shoreline.”

Sally’s mouth opened. No words came out. She just wanted to dissolve into his arms and never leave, like a spineless amoebae, unable to speak, only feel. The capacity to speak finally returned. She tipped her head up and looked into his eyes. “Oh, I don’t think those ideas are any I haven’t had myself.”

“Then I think we have more to talk about later,” he chuckled. Arm around her waist he guided her back towards the picnic area.

Neither spoke again, lost in the presence of each other. Until Sally stopped mid stride. She swiveled her head from side to side and looked from one horizon to the other. “Where are the stairs?”

“Stairs? At the lake? What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t we just step onto the ‘Stairway to Heaven’?”

Hearty laughter burst from Izzy. He wrapped her up in another hug. “A Zepplin fan! You are a girl after my own heart.”

A warm glow surrounded Sally, finding pleasure in their shared humor and laughter. And a common liking of this great classic band. It doesn’t get much better than this, she mused.

A bed of glowing embers, covered with a frosty white glaze, greeted them when they returned. Izzy busied himself with lunch preparations.

Sally peeked over his shoulder as he dropped two foil covered packets on the grill. “What are those?”

CNJ_BBQ“One has corn on the cob in it. With some butter and a few sprinkles of my own rosemary and thyme. The other has some veggies in it. I think I chopped up zucchini, onions and a red pepper. All mine too, of course.”

“Mmmmm,” Sally replied. She rubbed her stomach in anticipation. She watched as Izzy wielded his tongs and dropped two cuts of meat next to the side dishes. “Look at those steaks! I’ll never be able to finish mine.”

Izzy gave her a wink. “I’ll bet you’ll be able to hold your own.”

Sally quickly bent over the ice chest to hide the blush in her cheeks. She stood upright, brandishing her bowl with a flourish. “Ta da! My job is done. I think I got the easy end of this deal.”

“Yeah, leaving the hard part up to me. That’s all right.” He sent another wink in her direction. With a sassy smile in place he told her, “I know I’ll have the ‘hard’ part of the job covered.”

 

Thyme for Love #7

 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 has suddenly turned into a dinner date.

This week we’re writing to a picture prompt. Only 300 words. Return to TUESDAY TALES for more great snippets.

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TT_February pic prompt

Hank’s BBQ was a staple eatery for most of the Oak Grove Square merchants. They frequently ran into one another as they dashed in to pick up their favorite sauce slathered delicacy. Many business arrangements were finalized over a dish of his creamy banana pudding. With the handsome man sitting across the red checkered tablecloth from her, his hair gently brushing the tops of his shoulders each time he moved his head, Sally had never been more aware of her background. The colors seemed brighter and the aromas more pungent. Even the Toby Keith melody blasting from the speakers as he crooned about ‘You shouldn’t kiss me like this unless you mean it like that’ seemed melodious and romantic.

“Well, it’s not the Ritz.” Izzy laughed and draped a functional paper napkin across his jean clad knees. “You’re probably more used to the fine dining experience with men. You know, the whole cloth napkins and champagne glasses thing. Sorry. I just give you this.” His hands motioned around the room full of loud, beer drinking, beef guzzling diners.

“No. This is perfect. I think I could devour one of Hank’s pulled pork sandwiches every day.”

“But you’re so elegant and sophisticated looking. You don’t look like a BBQ and beer type of gal.”

“You’ve only seen me in my ‘work clothes’. Running a business, with the customers and the vendors I deal with on a daily basis, I like to look professional. I like real though. I’m not into show. Just get me away from work and I’m a jeans and T-shirt gal.”

A grin spread across Izzy’s cheeks, showing off a dimple she hadn’t noticed before. “Too bad you didn’t wear your jeans tonight. We could have gone for a stroll around the lake later.”