An American Braviour's Fantasy

Part 17 : Paradiso ~ Innuendo

When Sam emerged from the bathroom, he was struck first by how chilly the air was as he stood there in the doorway wearing only a towel secured around his waist. But then he stopped and was completely distracted by how amazing Rashelle looked. Not a speck of makeup on her face, yet her skin was fresh and smooth and still as rosy as it had been the night before.

Her dark, reddish brown freckles on her nose and cheeks contrasted dramatically against her sun-kissed skin. She had her hair pulled back and with closer inspection, he realized that it was french-braided from the crown all the way down to the tips. How the hell did she manage that by herself? He wondered! He couldn't braid his own hair for shit! He'd tried but never managed to keep all the different layers captured within the loops. How the hairdressers did it, he had no idea.

The next thing he noticed was her exposed flesh from her neck all the way to her cleavage. Delicious! He thought. She wore something halfway between a bra and a tank top. The straps were navy blue and were woven in a similar pattern to the accents on the top and they appeared to be purposefully exposed above the low neckline of an oversized flouncy blouse.

Sam wondered if she would let him take a picture of her... He imagined that her panties matched the bra and visualized how she would look in nothing else? Obviously she wasn't too uncomfortable exposing her body so he was hopeful. It was only fair, after all, since they met while she was taking pictures of him, right? Except for the fact that he was wearing clothes then! He thought.

Sam tried to keep himself from fantasizing any further and distracted himself by checking out her entire outfit starting with her crazy top which was definitely unusual but ridiculously cute, especially on her. The loose fitting shirt could best be described as a poncho-like V-shape bohemian tunic with long bell sleeves and a neckline that was barely able to stay on her shoulders. The top had three layers of thin, gauzy fabric - dark navy blue at the top, sky blue in the middle, and white at the bottom. Each wide band of fabric was connected by another wide band of loosely crocheted cream colored yarn woven into a pattern resembling something made out of macrame. Underneath she was wearing acid washed denim short-shorts with cute little ruffled edges that went all the way around both legs.

"Je bent zo mooi..." He said softly with a sweet smile on his face. Rashelle grinned as she recognized the word, 'mooi' which meant 'beautiful'. She crossed the room and headed straight towards him.

Beneath the shorts, she wore navy blue ribbed knit leggings that looked like school-girl tights and knee high laced boots covered in dark blue, light blue, white and cream patches of fabric all haphazardly sewn together like some sort of a crazy quilt. At closer inspection, he saw the trademark blue star on the heel and realized that they were actually knee high sneakers - Chuck Taylors to be precise.

"Mooi, huh?" she asked as she stood up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips. His eyes were smoldering and she felt the butterflies again.

"En super lekker..." He told her in a husky voice as he grabbed her by the hips and drew her closer to him and gave her a kiss back. She wrapped her hands around his upper arms and ran her fingers up and down his muscled triceps. She wanted to touch him all over like this, with light feathery touches. She savoured and tried to memorize each and every line, curve and edge. Rashelle ran her eyes across his lips, his chin, his jawline, his crazy head of curls. Rashelle took a breath and then reached up and pushed some of his hair back from his face.

"I totally want to brush your hair." She said, not even realizing she was speaking outloud. Wow, she thought, he really had a strange effect on her! Sam gave her a curious look and a smile and leaned back to look at her entire face.

"Okay." he told her and he released her, turned around and took a seat on the corner of the bed while Rashelle scampered across the room to grab her brush. She cleaned out all of her hairs quickly and threw them in the garbage then bounced onto the bed, crawling across on her knees making him laugh at all of the jostling.She wasn't exactly dainty, was she? He thought to himself and then smirked at her.