Paris Waterman
Part 20
Meeting and Mating
Mark was enjoying his one full day to himself off, strolling through the waterfront shops and restaurants of Chastened still familiarizing himself with them. Ever on the lookout for potential architectural possibilities, he carried his latest toy---the most recent digital camera on the market. He was already acknowledged by his softball teammates as their professional photographer and in demand to show off his latest pictures after their games.
The females on the team were only too glad to pose (thus far clothed, well at least in a bikini) for he made his models look very sleek and desirable.
It was almost seven fifteen in the evening and he was sitting at a sidewalk café enjoying a glass of wine the sunset and people watching. Earlier he had gotten what he considered some excellent candid shots of some elderly men playing dominos while sitting on a park bench.
Of course he couldn't help but admire the passing women as well as they swung their hips in that wonderful way that women seemed to have perfected in order to attract men the world over. He began playing with his camera, trying to capture the light on a pair of pigeons when a woman stepped into the frame. Mark couldn't take his eyes away from her. She had an inner glow that made it look like a sunbeam was following her across the square. She was a tall, long legged, well tanned beauty wearing a short yellow sundress with a tight bodice that couldn't hide the fact she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts if she had been wearing a bra would have needed a C cup. Her erect nipples pushed the fabric out in a most delightful way. He guessed she was about his age.
Raising the camera to his eye, Mark peered through the viewfinder and focused on her. He had a feeling he'd seen her somewhere before, but couldn't place it. He thumbed the zoom button and her face leaped out at him. Her resemblance to Rana was uncanny!
"Click—click—click."
He lowered the lens an inch and took six or seven photos of her chest, especially the protruding nipples. He would have taken more but she disappeared into a dark cloud that compelled to make him lower the camera and see what was causing the problem.
It was the woman herself. She had apparently taken exception to his picture taking and moved in to confront him. He looked up and into her beautiful brown eyes.
She was not amused.
"So do you like what you see?" she barked.
"Um, I do---I do!" he replied, "I'm sorry ... may I offer you a glass of wine? Again, I'm sorry. I was taking pictures of the pigeons and you sort of walked into the frame and ... well, you're very attractive, so I kept shooting."
"I caught your eye?"
"Yes, you caught my eye," Mark said, trying to overcome his sudden nervousness.
"It would seem I caught more than your eye," she said with a smirk, and pointed to the prominent bulge in my slacks.
Busted!
Mark belatedly dropped his napkin over the tell-tale bump as the woman pulled up a chair from a nearby table and sat down beside him.
"Let's see what you've been up to---you know, you and your pigeons," and held out a hand for the camera.
Mark switched it to replay mode and gave it to her. She leaned in to look at the LCD screen and he leaned a bit to peek down the front of her sundress.
Tit for tat, he thought, admiring the swell of her upper breasts, regretting the fact that he was denied a look at the nipples, so close and yet so far away.
Her lips twitched as she tried to hide a smile as she glanced sideways at him. "I see you've captured some of my best features, and so quickly too. That's impressive."
Mark looked into the viewfinder and saw what she was talking about. The image had her facing slightly to her left with her right breast and its delightful nipple and prominent areola just visible in the gap of her dress.
But Mark recovered quickly and answered by telling her, "Nice, but I'd rather you approach from the opposite direction with the sunlight behind you. You would appear so much more striking then."
Thinking he might have gone too far he started to apologize only to find her already walking away from him.
Shit, I blew it, he thought, and then realized she was standing precisely where he had told her he wanted her with the outline of her body clearly visible through the thin material of the dress.
Then, as she faced away, the sunlight flowed between her legs and he could see just a hint of the outline of her pussy lips. Mark raised the camera to his eye and watched her slowly start to turn. He kept a finger on the exposure button for roughly ten seconds or fifty or so images.
When he lowered the camera she gave him a wry smile and walked towards him. Sitting down she held her hand out for the camera. He thought she wanted to look again but instead she raised it to her eye, pointed it in his direction and started to take his photo.
Not his face, but the very prominent bulge in his slacks.
"This should convince you that this was real and not a dream," she laughed.
He joined her in laughing and offered his hand, saying, "I'm Mark, and I'm very pleased to meet you.
"I'm Marcie and I like a man who shows his appreciation the way you do."
She accepted his offer of a glass of wine, and later allowed him to buy them both a detectible shrimp dish. He learned that she was a musician and played piano in Tampa, but had just met an old friend who was offering her two distinct opportunities to play locally.
"I KNEW IT!" He all but shouted. "I knew I'd seen you before. You play piano at Coyne's Steakhouse over by Bednarik Crossing."
Marcie smiled and took hold of his hand. "That's me all right. I'm also signed up to play occasionally at the Playhouse ... um, I can't think of the name at the moment."
"Would it be the Chastened Theatre on Moten Street?"
"Yeah," she said, making it the sexiest way he'd ever heard it expressed.
"I've never met an architect before. What is it you build?"
"Um, I don't actually build anything. I design buildings, large and small. I've got an office here in town. I have been working for other companies, lastly in Orlando for the Disney people."
"Oh, I worked in Orlando too. I wonder if we might have met."
"We haven't met until today, Marcie. I'd remember you, oh yeah, I'd remember you."
Marcie laughed and picked up the camera and started to scroll back through the images. Her lips pursed and the tip of her tongue peeked out as she concentrated on the images being displayed on the screen. She smiled at the images of herself. She commented that one of the domino players was a neighbor, but until this image she had never seen him smile.
Suddenly Marcie stiffened, Mark glanced at the image and I stiffened as well. There on the screen was the image of Scotia lying naked on his bed.
"Oh, shit ... I'm sorry, Marcie. I forgot that was still on the memory card. I haven't been with, or um, seen her in a while now."
The images grew more graphic as Marcie scrolled on, and Mark's erection returned, this time staining his slacks as it wept with precum from his aroused state.
This was caused in part by Marcie's reaction to the erotic images she was looking at. Her breathing had increased and a red flush was slowly creeping up her chest in the direction of her face. Her nipples were even more pronounced if that were possible.
She slid forwarded on the chair until her buttocks were perched on the edge and the hem of the dress slid up her tanned, perfectly formed legs until he could see a hint of white thong. Her hand stretched out and grasped his thigh as she continued scrolling.
The hand moved across into his lap and grasped his fully hard member through the slacks; Mark gasped and turned in towards her in order to mask her activity from the passersby.
She started rocking slowly back and forward on the edge of the chair. Her head now bent forward as she began to pant. He took her hand and pulled her towards him and kissed her full on the lips. She moved her head back and looked him in the eye, then smiled and pointed at the wet mark at the top of the bulge in his slacks.
"Did I do that?"
"Yes, you did."
"You should take a picture of it."
"Listen, Marcie. Um, my place ... that is my office is just around the corner ..."
"That's very tempting Mark, but I'm not going to sleep with you; not now anyway."
She stood up, brushed the front of her yellow sundress off and left him sitting there, totally befuddled. What had she meant by 'Not now anyway?'
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A week later Mark was at a cocktail party thrown by the Dean of the local Community College to celebrate the completion of the newest portion of the college Mark had designed.
Mark was dateless, as he enjoyed the role of being one of the few eligible bachelors in town.
Following the mandatory speeches and backslapping, and a few words with some influential politicians, Mark wandered over to the bar to refresh his drink and encountered a familiar face across the room. Their eyes met briefly and she quickly smiled then looked away.
Before he could make his way over to her he was intercepted by Darren Snell, a realtor about a potential property that might require architectural work before it was resalable. Just when Mark thought they might be getting down to serious business, Snell looked at his watch and said, "Look, this is really isn't doable right now. I gotta run. Give me a call in a couple days. I've got a meeting I can't miss. Please keep in touch, Mark, and if I can help you out, let me know, okay?"
With that Snell drained his beer and laid a $10 bill on the bar.
"You got it, David, thanks," Mark said.
Snell patted him on the shoulder, and left. Mark looked in the mirror and noticed that the woman---the unforgettable woman in the yellow dress the other day---was sitting with three other young ladies, all enjoying drinks and chatting away. Their eyes met again and she held his gaze for a few seconds.
Half an hour later, the girls were finished and paying their bill. As they left, the woman circled back and walked to the bar. "Waiting for someone?" she asked.
"Yes, you; have a seat."
She offered a hand and said, "Marcie Dolan."
He shook it and said, "I remember you. You're hard to forget. Mark Newlin. Can I buy you a drink?"
She assumed the stool and said, "Sure, why not?"
Mark waved the bartender over and said, "What will it be?"
