Page 36 of Daddy to Go

Breakers, Maryland was a cute little town, modeled like an old fishing village. The décor included fishing nets, mounted fish, old pictures of fishermen, driftwood floors, and the smell of the saltwater wafting through the air. Down about six blocks was a small Italian restaurant that I had seen coming in. It sat right at the water and had an outdoor patio.

When we got there the hostess took us to one of the seats outside, lighting the candles on the table. The breeze off the ocean was warm and felt good against my bronzed skin. Meanwhile, Abby was pale and creamy, with curves to die for.

“Can I get you some drinks while you decide?” The waiter’s voice pierced my thoughts.

I nodded. “We’ll have a bottle of your 2010 Chateau Cantemerle please. Something easy to start with.”

“Very good selection, sir,” he said, nodding before walking off.

When I looked up, I found Abby staring at me with a small smile on her face. “You look content.”

She shrugged. “I enjoy being with you. The world doesn’t seem so heavy. It makes me happy.”

It made me happy too, it just wasn’t easy for me to say the words. I wish there was a way to tell her that. I hoped my actions let her see that, even as we sat quietly by the water. The waiter came back with the wine, poured us both glasses and set the bottle in the center of the table. The entire time Abby and I kept our eyes locked on each other.

Before the waiter left, I ordered our food, having seen where Abby’s finger stopped on the menu. When he walked away, she looked at me wildly. “How did you know what I wanted?”

I smiled.

“I’m psychic.” She shot me a deadpan look and I laughed. “You stopped on it when you were scanning the menu and then put it down.”

She giggled.

“Oh. So you pay attention. I like that.”

I grinned right back.

“I’m glad you do, sweetheart. I like what I see too.”

She laughed.

“Seems we like a lot about each other. You know, I was just thinking about how handsome you are by candlelight. Your dark hair looks almost blue-black, and your eyes flash.” She licked her lips and leaned forward and whispered. “You are so gorgeous, my pussy’s dripping even here at dinner.”

She bit her lip and stared into my eyes. I leaned forward as well and lowered my voice. “And if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have to take you either back to the hotel right now, or into the bathroom and bend you over the sink.”

Abby giggled and put her hand to her blushing cheek.

“I am not looking at you any different than before.”

“Not true,” I replied, waggling my eyebrows.

She pursed her lips, laughter in her eyes.

“Ok, how am I looking at you then?”

I reached out and grabbed her wrist, lifting up off my chair to get close to her luscious lips. “You’re looking at me from beneath those long sexy eyelashes, and that makes you look utterly fuckable.”

Abby let out a quick exhale, leaning back as I did. Her breasts looked even perkier than normal and I could see her nipples poking through her gown. She liked it when I talked dirty to her, and I liked her response. All I wanted to do was bend her over the pier rails, lift up her skirt, and give it to her in the moonlight. At the same time, there was something more than that. Something deeper than just the physical.

The waiter appeared, holding our plates. I moved back and watched as he set them down. “Thank you.”

“Of course, sir. Let me know if you need anything else,” he replied.

Abby immediately dug in, rolling her pasta around her fork and putting it in her mouth. She savored her food like it was the best in the world. It was almost entrancing to watch her. She glanced up, covering her mouth with her napkin.

“Sorry, I was hungry.”

I let out the air I was holding in my lungs.