Scarlet Rose Ranch

Chardonnay & Open flame

She turned her body toward him stepping close enough he could smell her perfume, a sweet smell, subtle but present, like a bouquet of flowers. Her body was perfect and she was in heals but only about five feet tall, her dress accentuated every curvature of her body and her teeth were pearlescent as she smiled. Clearly a very refined and well maintained woman.

  How did you know I would like Chardonnay, she asked, moving close enough to press against him lightly with her breast, as she got closer to the bar, and to him?  I see you as a clearly refined lady of impeccable taste, passing her the glass of wine, as the bartender put it into his hand, am I correct? Thank you, and yes you are correct about the wine, she replied taking a sip, softly looking to him with a smile and tilt of her head. Her lips glossy and moist from the wine.
  They exchange eye contact for several moments and the spark is undoubtedly lit, a fire had begun which was to grow into what would be explained as nothing short of a slow motion explosion.

  My name is Cynthia, what is yours? Dennis, he replies in a soft firm voice, extending his hand out and gently to hers, like a handshake but significantly longer, and interlacing his fingers between hers as he released. The feel of his soft, confident hand on hers sent an immediate feeling of warmth and comfort through her,  prompting her to move even closer.

  I live here on the island, and you, he asked motioning her to have a seat in the booth, one which was offset and in the quieter, darker, section of the bar? She went in front of him and explained, I live on a ranch in the Hill Country the Scarlet Rose Ranch, out by Kerrville. We have the finest of Arabian horses, and cattle, she said in a tone of accomplishment and pride. I run the ranch pretty much, it is a beautiful place. My husband is an engineer for the oil companies, and travels to South America a lot, leaving me all alone to run the place.

  I'm from the Hill Country myself he told her, and a horseman in my day, before moving to this island ten years ago. I grew up in Liberty Hill a small town, and had quarter horses and worked cutting horses for a while. I miss the country life and horses.  He motions the waitress over to the table, please bring Cynthia another glass of wine and myself another drink? The waitress smiled at him, knowing he was up to no good and said sure, as she walked away with a big smile. The band was starting up and the music was sounding good, they were playing a mix of old rock and slow dancing music which was just perfect and they were far enough back where they are able to hear each other talk.

    Dance, he stated, not really a question extending his hand to hers? She immediately takes his hand softly and stands with him, placing her arm around him as they walk onto the dance floor. They would dance not just once but for several songs, her now fully embracing him, the music, and the wine. The band was playing Sitting on the Dock of the Bay. She is graceful, eloquent, and an excellent dancer, following his every cue, moving them to gracefully flow across the dance floor and through the night! What had begun as a spark was now a fully burning blaze, as they dance into the darker corners of the floor, she pulls him so close to her, it's impossible not to notice, her thigh pressed firmly against his leg, she is sizing him up while dancing, and is not disappointed at all. She kisses him softly just below his ear.

  Her beautiful dress is but thigh length, and of a loose, revealing ruffle design, she enjoys the dancing and the interaction with him, especially the spinning and turning as they sweep across the floor. At one point she dips and turns right mid-stage and her dress goes up, exposing a very eloquent pair of Victoria Secret turquoise underpants. Not only is he immediately aware of this, so is his table full of buddies, who were jeering him on. He just subtlety did, a thumbs up, behind her as they turned going by that section of the floor. She is lost in the moment just melded as the two of them as one, without a worry in the world and she was uncontrollably horny and was simply trying not to be too obvious.  But it was in fact obvious to both of them and pretty much everyone else in the club.

  He takes her off of the dance floor, both exhausted and thirsty, and they get their drinks and he walks her over to introduce her to the group, who welcomed her pleasantly. Lanelle, a gabby sort of lady especially while drinking, and Cynthia are immediately engaging in conversation and laughing the two of them striking up an instant friendship. And of course the rest of the gang introducing themselves while focusing on the beauty before them.

   They all sat at the tall island bar and he pulls her up one of the stools and orders them more drinks. She at this point excuses herself for a trip to the ladies' room. Harrell and Glen are laughing uncontrollably as soon as she was gone, he looks at them and said, okay what the hell is so funny? Glenn tells him, Harrell said if you didn't get that, you are fucking gay, and now we all know it! Laughing.   Dennis said well, you can bet that is one thing, I am not! Harrell would look at him and say, you son of a bitch, you are as broke as a fucking mouse and she's with you? You lucky Casanova fucker, I don't know how you do it! He just smiled and laughed, you're just jealous! You goddamned right I am he would answer.

   Cynthia returns to the table all freshened up, walking up to Dennis giving him a big hug, and a sensual kiss on his neck. That was as much fun on the dance floor as I've had in years, you are such a good dancer, she exclaimed! At this point, her hand now resting along his upper thigh, lightly brushing her finger along his pants outlining his treasures with the tip of her fingers. He tells her, it was fantastic you are an amazing partner and the best I've had on the floor in years myself, that was fun! Although not seen by the others, her hands are certainly felt by Dennis, who now had his hand gently resting on her thigh, along the hem of her dress. His fingers ever so softly caressing the inside of her thigh, just above the knee. Not only does she not resist, she moves closer, turning her legs inward towards him under the table, smiling and blushing while moving his hand up and well below her skirt.  She was not about to stop now!

  She caresses his leg firmer, lifting her glass and making eye contact winking, that feels very good, she whispered, he was now in contact with those turquoise panties below the table, right there in front of everyone. They may have thought it, but they could not see what was going on. But it is clear to Dennis where this is going, she is now so wet, he can now feel her moistness, with his fingers against her panties.  She leans to him kissing his ear, making a purring sound, licking his earlobe with her tongue and giving him a sudden shiver, that feels very good you know? He places his finger just inside those panties and smiled as he moved his fingers downward and then out from below her dress. Someone is very happy right now I believe, laughing as he runs his finger down her thigh teasing.

   He takes a drink finishing up the last of it and turns to Cynthia, how would you like to go for a walk along the beach, it's getting a bit warm in here? She immediately smiled squeezing his leg and erection as he stands and says yes, it definitely is.

  Standing she embraces him in a hug, pulling his head to hers and gives him a sensual kiss.  It was the warmest kiss he could remember having in years, it catches him by surprise, but he quickly reciprocates holding her in a full embrace, tilting her head back and his hand behind her neck. The fire is now full blaze! He knew it, she knew and everyone in the bar knew it. As they approach the door, he nods to Scottie, the Security for the bar and hotel, he is always there and knows Dennis very well. He smiles a gregarious smile, opening the door and saying,  you guys have a great evening! And into the breezy salty balmy night air, they stepped.

  Just across the Seawall from the bar, was the steps leading down to the beach and the water, with the waves coming in with their rhythmic cycle at an endless steady pace.  She would take her shoes off at the bottom of the steps to go barefooted in the sand. They were now below the street level of the Seawall and out of view from the rest of the world, just hold me she demanded. And they embraced for several lingering minutes, his hands now firmly grasping her buttocks and she has put just enough space between them to reach into his pants and find what it was she has been fascinated by all evening.

They would walk along the surf for a few minutes exchanging kisses like a couple of juveniles and both just so into the moment, she guided his hands across and down her low cut blouse and into her bra to feel her perfect breast and nipples.  She moans in his ear and whispers we must get back across the street, as she heads towards the Seawall stairs reaching back to grasp his hand and he is lead into the lightness of the street lamps as they go up the stairs.