Marla was a woman of her word, at 6:45 she rapped on my cabin door, I had been up for over an hour in anticipation of a day out of the boring routine and my imagination had run away with itself with visions of Marla.
I opened the door to see the weekend Marla, her hair tied back, a ball cap on her head and just a hint of makeup.She had on shorts and who knows what under her hooded sweatshirt but the morning fresh air put color in her cheeks.
We were off in her late seventies jeep, which she later explained was willed to her by her dad.The trip to town was nice and very conversational, we learned that we shared a lot in common.My eyes were constantly on her bare legs when she was driving, I nearly got caught gapping a couple times but was able to smile it off.
Marla was quite organized, she had mapped out the sales and had a route all figured out. We did stop for coffee which I bought, because she drove and we hunted bargains until nearly eleven O' clock.
Several times we separated and from afar I got to take a long look at Marla. She was long and lean with nice classic American features, I found myself quite aroused.
One time across the lawn I was caught staring at her, she engaged my eyes for a few seconds and then smiled before going back to her business. I must have blushed, feeling like a school girl with a crush.
"How about lunch?" Marla asked making it clear we were finished with the garage sale circuit.
We decided on a Mexican restaurant and both ordered Margaritas. I was chatting away with her, back to my civilized non horny self when she stuck her tongue out and took a long slow lick at the salt on the rim of her glass. Her eyes watching me as she did so. whether she could feel my heart rate of not, I am sure she could see the desire on my face .I was beside myself with lust, something so simple had taken me out of my game and into hers.
I guess it was that very moment when I could not deny my desire and she confirmed my interest in her. It was not ten seconds later that I felt her foot cares my inner leg. She had removed her shoe and slowly let her toes creep up my leg.
I watched the look on her face with caution at first but soon realized she was waiting for any signal to stop the progression toward my unused parts. Call me crazy or just impetuous but I stared in her eyes and let her climb continue, when she reached near my panties, my eyes closed automatically and I may have moaned softly.. When I reopened my eyes, Marla had the most sultry look on her face and there was no doubt now where this could end up. Marla gave me a wink and got up,"I have a Margarita to get rid of". She very casually headed toward the ladies room but gave me a another wink as she departed.. I was beside myself, all my lonely fantasies were exposed and I was ninety percent sure I understood her signals. Giving her a few minutes, I too headed for the ladies room, when I entered,
Marla pushed open the stall door and beaconed me to join her with her eyes, She took my arm and moved me out of the way of the door and locked us in. Before I could react, she embraced me and brought her lips to mine, we lip kissed silently for several moments, my body wanting to cry out loud. Her lips were like heaven on earth and my mind was in a fog. Marla maintained control and eventually slipped a little tongue in my mouth, out of instinct, I returned the tongue dance. Her hands felt around my body like a blind woman searching for facial features, I too found my hands exploring her luscious body. After five minutes, Marla said. "Shall we go home?" I did not ask who's home, I just shook my head like a love sick school girl.