An American woman I met through Literotica was here on a visit.
We have enjoyed a leisurely stroll round the busy town on a warm sunny day, looking in all the shops and comparing the difference in goods and prices between your country and mine.
We had a look round Marks and Spencers food hall and bought dinner for tonight and tomorrow, and you wandered in and out of some shops on the way back to where we had parked the car in a shady secluded position in one of the town car parks, just off one of the main streets.
They were mainly clothes shops you went into, and as usual I waited bored to tears while you browsed everything and bought nothing. What is it about women and clothes shops? Or shoes, come to that.
We had a look in a couple of the charity shops as well and I bought a book which took my fancy, the title of which brought a blush to the cheeks of the elderly lady who took my money. 'Great Sex for Seniors', and she looked at both of us and smiled when I took it.
It was well-thumbed and I suspect a lot of people had stood in that corner of the shop furtively reading it but lacking the gumption to actually buy it. Or perhaps their partners would not have approved.
Perhaps the lady who served me had read it and knew what delights its' covers contained. Perhaps it had brought a spark back to her relationship as well, or perhaps she lived alone and secretly took the book home every night and devoured a chapter - or a favourite section - as she pleasured herself. There was a slight resignation in her smile.
Then we went into a coffee shop and had a coffee and a light-hearted discussion about how it is that Americans just cannot make a decent cup of the stuff. Watery or stale and over-cooked generally. I enjoyed teasing you and seeing you rise to my bait and quietly threatening all sorts of dire consequences to my body when we got home.
I laughed and dared you and you gently kicked me under the table, a kick which turned into a caress as your bare foot made its' way up between my thighs to my shorts, a move not un-noticed by a slightly younger couple on the next table who had been following our banter. They glanced over occasionally and smiled.
I needed to go to the toilet so stuck the book seemingly casually in your seat between your hip and the arm but actually placing it carefully so anyone passing, and our ear-wigging neighbours, could see the title clearly. You could not understand why so many people were smiling at you as they went past and it was only when I pointed it out to you on my return did the penny drop.
Now you were really annoyed and quietly threatened all manner of ill-doing to my body later, an annoyance I fanned by asking if it would include the content of page 28 or even 73! This brought a spluttered cough from the neighbouring man as he tried to laugh and drink at the same time.
'You Bastard!' you growled at me
'That's not what you said last night,' I said just loud enough for them to hear, 'or again this morning.'
'You are so gonna geddit for this mister!! Just you wait!'
'Could be an interesting afternoon.' I said with raised eyebrows to our neighbours as we got up to leave.
He laughed. 'When you've finished with that book.......' His comment was interrupted by a playful slap from his partner. 'Will you stop that!' she exclaimed. His response - 'That's not what you said last night.' - earned him another slap and we laughed and left.
You hooked your arm through mine and I looked at you. You were vainly trying to suppress a smile and as I looked I again realised how happy and proud I was to have you as a partner and lover. You looked beautiful as we strolled along, anonymous in the crowded street and oblivious to everyone else except each other.
We did some more shop windows and queued for some hot pasties. There is always a waiting line outside that shop and today was no exception but the wait was worth the lunch we got. I had a chicken and vegetable one and you chose the traditional variety which we carried in the bag they provided. They were fresh out of the oven and we could feel they were much to hot to eat immediately.
We cut through the little alleyway to the car park and were glad to see the car tucked away in a corner shaded by the trees and secluded by the shrubs and bushes. We needed to sit down and rest for a while as the heat was becoming debilitating.
Now we are in the car.
I open all the windows and the soft breeze taking some of the heat out of the car is more than welcome. We just sit there then you start looking around and see how secluded the car is, that there is no other vehicle parked anywhere close and nobody would have any need to approach us unless it was to communicate with us.
You turn to me and I see the mean smile on your lips.
'OK mister it's payback time.'
I look at you quizzically.
'You put it on me big time back there you bastard,' there is a smile in your voice, 'now I want retribution.'
'OooOOooo "retribution" eh? That's a big word for an American. Didn't think you had long words like that over there!'
I am unable to duck the slap that comes my way.
'I mean it - you owe me.'
I laugh.
'OK what's it to be, a slap on the wrist? The washing-up for the next two days? Driving you somewhere?'
You look at me and shake your head then lean towards me to speak softly into my ear.