Molly walked toward the musician. She felt pulled toward him from some place below her belly button. She expected that he might try to touch her, or begin some strange masturbation ritual. She was unprepared when he simply waved to the ground beside him. Molly sat down calmly or at least she told herself she was calm.
From afar the man had seemed beautiful, up close he was absolutely breath taking. He had a dimple in his chin, and straight even white teeth that peeked out from behind pillowed lips when he smiled. The Angelina Jolie of men. She almost laughed at the thought, but stopped short when he leaned forward as if to kiss her. His arm reached past her, brushing her breast, and his mouth was a mere inch from hers. In an instant, the tension had risen to new heights. He didn’t kiss her, he had been reaching for a flower beside her and once plucked, he returned to his former position. His eyebrow hitched when she let the air she had been holding in rush out.
Molly blushed and averted her eyes, unable to meet the sexual questions she saw posed in his. He didn’t care, and began to play a jolly little tune on his flute. Molly pinched at the bridge of her nose, a gesture she had picked up from her mother at a very young age. The man never missed a note, but she suddenly felt something slipping over her thigh. Looking down she was aghast to see his head moving over her leg. He looked out of place against her Power Puffs. He was too like a Calvin Klein model before being tucked into undies.
Molly felt things down there and didn’t want him close enough to realize what she was feeling- he might not realize it, but the chance was too great. She slipped her hands under his head and tipped it up so that she could climb out before laying him gently on the ground. The flute music stopped, she hadn’t hurt him she was sure. He was probably just tired of playing. Molly turned to see what he was seeing.
The three girls were coming toward them like the three graces. They moved now less coltishly and more like seductresses. She was not entirely sure for whom this show was being put on. Molly hoped it was for the benefit of the man with his flute. One of the girls knelt down and put a hand on the man’s shoulder. She had darker brown hair than the other. Molly saw her breast brush against the man’s arm. She thought she should be relieved that the attention was not for her. Instead she felt a twinge of something like jealousy, not for the girls, but because they were taking the man that she had so admired. It seemed ridiculous even to her.
Molly stood up and wandered down to the village. A man and woman were leaning up against a cabin and she was gasping softly at what he was doing to her. Molly didn’t look long enough to see what was happening, but sound carries. Molly turned round the corner and could see a lovely little fountain and a small functional looking well. It was perfect and quaint, Molly even enjoyed the little flowerbeds, until she realized that a couple was using one as if it were a REAL bed.
“It’s time to go in,” a man whispered to his lover. She grumbled, but stood up. Molly heard footsteps approaching from behind her. Turning, she saw the man with the flute, and he gestured to her to follow the crowd.
From afar the man had seemed beautiful, up close he was absolutely breath taking. He had a dimple in his chin, and straight even white teeth that peeked out from behind pillowed lips when he smiled. The Angelina Jolie of men. She almost laughed at the thought, but stopped short when he leaned forward as if to kiss her. His arm reached past her, brushing her breast, and his mouth was a mere inch from hers. In an instant, the tension had risen to new heights. He didn’t kiss her, he had been reaching for a flower beside her and once plucked, he returned to his former position. His eyebrow hitched when she let the air she had been holding in rush out.
Molly blushed and averted her eyes, unable to meet the sexual questions she saw posed in his. He didn’t care, and began to play a jolly little tune on his flute. Molly pinched at the bridge of her nose, a gesture she had picked up from her mother at a very young age. The man never missed a note, but she suddenly felt something slipping over her thigh. Looking down she was aghast to see his head moving over her leg. He looked out of place against her Power Puffs. He was too like a Calvin Klein model before being tucked into undies.
Molly felt things down there and didn’t want him close enough to realize what she was feeling- he might not realize it, but the chance was too great. She slipped her hands under his head and tipped it up so that she could climb out before laying him gently on the ground. The flute music stopped, she hadn’t hurt him she was sure. He was probably just tired of playing. Molly turned to see what he was seeing.
The three girls were coming toward them like the three graces. They moved now less coltishly and more like seductresses. She was not entirely sure for whom this show was being put on. Molly hoped it was for the benefit of the man with his flute. One of the girls knelt down and put a hand on the man’s shoulder. She had darker brown hair than the other. Molly saw her breast brush against the man’s arm. She thought she should be relieved that the attention was not for her. Instead she felt a twinge of something like jealousy, not for the girls, but because they were taking the man that she had so admired. It seemed ridiculous even to her.
Molly stood up and wandered down to the village. A man and woman were leaning up against a cabin and she was gasping softly at what he was doing to her. Molly didn’t look long enough to see what was happening, but sound carries. Molly turned round the corner and could see a lovely little fountain and a small functional looking well. It was perfect and quaint, Molly even enjoyed the little flowerbeds, until she realized that a couple was using one as if it were a REAL bed.
“It’s time to go in,” a man whispered to his lover. She grumbled, but stood up. Molly heard footsteps approaching from behind her. Turning, she saw the man with the flute, and he gestured to her to follow the crowd.
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