The Laws Of Attraction Pt 02

There is something there, they both feel it. They work together in the military and live in the same small town just off post. But so far, the attraction has only been from a distance. Will one of them finally make a move...

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Her thoughts -

Andrew and I have worked together for over three years now. Running into people from work isn't hard in the small town that borders the base where we work. So it wasn't too big of a surprise when we ran into each other at the grocery store. I was talking to the butcher when he came up to the counter to place his order.

He is 45, 6'5", 260 lbs, with black hair and blue eyes. He is caucasian, but he has lightly tanned skin. I'd describe him as a nice, tall drink of water. He's got broad shoulders, a defined chest, strong arms, washboard abs, a tight ass, and great legs. He takes care of himself. He was wearing khaki pants, a nice green button-up shirt, and brown oxfords.

We started with a simple greeting. Then, while we waited for our meat orders, he started a conversation with me. We talked about the weather warming up. Things shifted to work, but only long enough to say that the warmer weather would make things nicer for a training exercise that is coming up next month.

When the butcher handed me my meat order, I said goodbye and continued my shopping. When I reached for some apples, his hand ended up on the same one I was about to pick. He chuckled a bit and said ladies first, handing me the apple. When I started to decline he insisted, so I took it. I said it was vital to have the right kind of apples when making a pie.

His smile got bigger, and I saw his eyes light up. "A homemade apple pie? That would be a treat." I laughed, it wasn't often that I got to treat a man to my home cooking. "Yes, it will be the final dish of the night." "That implies that there are several before it, what else are you making?" His eyes fixed on mine, I felt warm all over.

"I'm making a home-cooked meal for a friend who's been recovering from surgery. It'll be her first non-hospital meal in over a month, so I figured I should be pulling out all the stops." He nodded his head, "That is a very nice thing to do for a friend. I'm sure she will appreciate it." "In addition to the pie, I will be making BBQ ribs, cheesy mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, butternut squash, coleslaw, cornbread, and fresh squeezed lemonade."

He whistled, "You just made me want to be your sick friend." The smile on his face returned as I blushed slightly. I had enough apples in the basket, but I didn't want to move on quite yet. I stayed watching him pick a few apples. "I don't think anyone wants to be a sick friend." "Oh if it meant having someone making a feast like that, you'd be surprised how many guys around here would."

He winked at me, a simple gesture, but it gave me goosebumps. Then I felt a shiver go all the way down my back as his arm brushed against mine. I suddenly wanted to invite him over to have some of the feast. I'd have so many leftovers. There'd be more than enough food. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. He told me to have a great rest of my day before he turned and walked away.

Why was I so shy? Why didn't I just invite him to join me? Shaking off the thoughts, I continued shopping. When I was done, I headed for the cashier. I had half the basket emptied when he said, "Got everything?" I turned and there he was standing behind me in the same line. His smile was genuine and warm. "Yes, looks like you did too." Looking down at his basket. "Just what a bachelor needs for a Thursday evening."

Oh to hell with it... "You know, I'm going to have plenty of food left after I fix up a plate for her homecooked meal. Would you like to come over for dinner?" There I'd done it, no turning back now. He looked at me for a moment, "Are you offering a single man a free home-cooked meal?" There it was, the big smile that made me want to melt right there on the spot.

I smiled back at him, "Yes, I guess I am doing just that." He didn't hesitate as soon as I'd said it. "I'm not fool enough to turn down a meal from a lovely lady." My cheeks flushed, and there was nothing I could do about it. "I think you've been to the house before, do you remember how to get there?" He nodded, and he rhymed off the basic directions to my place.

"That's right. Dinner should be ready by 630pm tomorrow. Make sure you bring your appetite." I paid for my groceries and started picking up the two bags the cashier was handing me. "Can I bring anything?" He asked. I thought for a second, "Maybe a bottle of wine to go with the meal?" He nodded, "Done! I will see you tomorrow night."

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His thoughts -

I came into town to grab a few things for a simple dinner tonight. I don't like to buy a lot of groceries since it's just me eating. And I like deciding what I'll have every night while I walk the aisles of the small town general store. But today, someone has caught my eye and distracted me from my browsing.

Savannah's got the body of a goddess. Her legs are long, lean, and tanned golden brown. Her ass looks good in anything, including the light cotton blue print summer dress she's wearing standing at the meat counter in the grocery store. Its fabric was tight against her body, showing off her flat stomach, her large breasts cupped by it.

Her shoulders are bare except for the thin straps holding the dress. She always has her hair up at work, but today, it's down and flowing across her back. I don't think she has any clue what her body does to men like me. My cock is starting to bulge inside my pants, just watching her stand there at the deli counter.

I've been trying to figure out a way to approach her. Maybe this could be it. I walk over to the counter, take a number, and stand beside her while she is giving her order to the man behind the counter. I need to be patient, she'll notice me eventually. That's when I'll say hello and take a chance.

The young guy behind the counter just finished taking my order. I can feel it... she's noticed me standing beside her. I step back from the counter casually. I look over at her and smile, "Hi." She smiles, a bit shy. "Think the weather has finally changed." The weather? I'm talking about the weather. Going to have to do better than that!

"Yes. Getting warmer. Will be good for the training exercise next month." Her shoulders drop a little. She's relaxing a bit. Now what? Shit! Too late. The butcher comes around the counter and hands her the order. She thanks him and smiles at me as she starts walking away. Watch her, but don't be a creep about... need to know where she's heading next. The produce section.

Everybody loves fruit! It's just a coincidence that we reach for the same apple. Laugh, keep it light, don't scare her off. "Ladies first!" I hand her the apple I just picked from the fruit display. "Oh no, you already had your hand on that one." Damn, her smile will be the death of me. "I insist." I just want to lean over and kiss her lips.

She takes the apple from my hand, "It's a vital part of making a pie taste so much better." She says as she holds it up before putting it in her basket. I laugh, saying something about home cooking and pies being a treat. What am I five? Why do I get so tongue-tied around her?

She tells me it'll be the last part of a big meal. Now that I can smell the light vanilla perfume she's wearing, I don't want her to go. I can't take my eyes off her. Looking into hers, I ask what else she's making, hoping to keep her here a few minutes longer. She goes on to list what she's making. A meal for a sick friend. I tell her that's a nice thing to do for someone.

I whistle, my mouth waters, and I can almost picture the meal in front of me. I say something stupid about being her sick friend. I smile to mask the pain of feeling like a complete fool. Her cheeks flush slightly, I've made her blush. I started picking a few apples, even though I never planned on buying any. I only grabbed that one to give us another chance to speak.

She doesn't seem to want to leave, like maybe she's hoping to keep talking. Is she interested? Could I be that lucky? She says she doesn't think people would want to be her sick friend. "Oh if it meant having someone making a feast like that, you'd be surprised how many guys around here would jump at the chance."

I wink at her, casually brushing my arm against hers, reaching for another piece of fruit I never originally intended to buy. My mind goes blank just when I think things are going so well. Damnit! I need to think of something to say. She looks at me, and for a second, I think she's going to say something. But she doesn't. I give up, "Enjoy the rest of your day." I turn and walk away before I make a fool of myself.

It looks like I'm adding fruit to my lunches for the next week or so. I need a drink, so I walk toward the beverage aisle. I need to think of a different way to go about this. I don't want to screw this up if I even get another chance. I grab a few bottles of wine and a six-pack of beer out of the cooler. I have more than enough things in my basket. Time to check out and go home.

When I come out at the end of the aisle, I stop. There she is again. She just stepped into the line to check out. Do I try again? Why not! "Got everything?" I give her my best smile. She looks back at me, looks at my cart, and says it looks like I did as well. I realize the things in my cart scream single guy. I can't hide it.

Then she smiled at me and invited me to dinner. She said something about having too much food, but I don't think it fully registered in my brain. I think I was in shock. I wasn't expecting this. Snap out of it, and say something before she changes her mind. I smile and ask if she's offering me a free home-cooked meal. Her face lights up, and the sides of her lips curl up into the most beautiful smile.

She's sure. I accept the offer. She blushes again, looking away and then slowly looking back at me. Damnit, she's so pretty. She makes sure I remember how to get to her place. She'd thrown a party there last fall after a big promotion. I still had the directions on my fridge, but I knew the way by heart.

She tells me when dinner will be ready. And suggests that I show up hungry. She's getting ready to walk away now. I blurt out, "Can I bring anything?" She stops. Then, she suggests a bottle of wine for the meal. "Done! I will see you tomorrow night." I got one more smile and a nod from her before she left. I came to grab a few things for dinner tonight, and now I have a date with a beautiful woman cooking for me tomorrow.