Kate Rounding the Bases ♌ #2
We held hands while we waited to step up, “What kind are you going to try in this booth? Maybe one of the blends?” Eric asked, blissfully ignorant to the storm brewing in my mind.
”I think I’m going to shoot for a blend-less drink this time,” I said as I looked up at him, leaning on his arm and squeezing his bicep a little. “So, should we be more careful?”
He glanced over at me before leading me forward, both of us having our glasses filled. Wine samples were a generous pour at this festival.
“What do you mean babe?” Eric asked as we started to walk away from the booth, sipping our wine.
”Well ya know, I’m married, we are pretty close to where I live,” we kept walking as we sipped and talked in low voices, “I really don’t want to embarass Vinny and I don’t want to get you in trouble for dating a married woman.”
We continued our stroll, “Babe, Kate, you don’t have to worry. I’m certain that we won't know anyone here. You didn’t even know this little town existed.” Taking another drink of wine, “And you know I’m not super famous, yet. Some of the people here know me because I play in Arlington.”
”I suppose you’re probably right, but maybe we should keep things a little less lovey dovey?” I asked him, kind of hoping he’d say ‘fuck that’ and keep on with the way things had been. He did not disappoint.
”Kate,” he turned me under a tree and leaned back against it, pulling me in for a deep kiss, “While we are dating, you’re mine right? Or is this a secret thing for the world? Should we be ashamed that we are dating? Is Vincent not ready for the pressure of allowing an open marriage?”
There it was again, the term ‘open marriage’ hit me like a ton of bricks.
In my head I had thought no way, no way am I a cliche woman in an open marriage, just wanting to sleep with other men.
Maybe I didn’t think of it as an open marriage because it was only open for me.
Wait a second, my brain went in circles as I stood silently in front of this dreamboat.
Did Vincent think we were now in a full on open marriage where he could date other women?
Am I going to come home to a mess where he found a side girl to keep him company while I am out with Eric.
I leaned my head on Eric’s chest, listening to his strong heart.
Could I seriously have overlooked this developing issue, even if it was only in my own personally constructed mental prison?
Breaking the silence, “What do you mean ‘open marriage’?” I stung with my tongue. The word tasted odd to me, but it was accurate on some level.
Eric chuckled and kept holding me tight, “Kate, you are definitely in an open marriage now. This is your second date with another man.”
I stared at him. He stared at me. His smirk made my own face crack into a smile, “I mean… um…”
”Yep, open marriage.”
”Hey now… hold on.”
”Yep, open marriage.”
“I don’t think that is really accurate…” I started trying to rationalize and argue, his logic was sound.
”Babe, open marriage. Say it.” Eric was looking at me with intoxicated eyes. His playful side was fading and I couldn’t have that. I poked him in the chest and sighed. How ironic that the lie I told to allow me to date Eric, was also tormenting me so.
”Yes, open marriage is what I have.”
“You did it! I’m so proud of you!” Eric said, poking my inner bear a bit, I wanted to actually bite him. Instead I leaned forward and licked his cheek, I ran away from him, then stopped for a moment to down my wine, I sprinted from Eric O’LuckyCharms.
Now I don’t know if any of you have been chased by a professional athlete, but this fucker was fast. He had me scooped up, carrying me around over his shoulder in no time.
Both of us laughed and poked at each other.
He let me walk again as I threatened to puke wine down his back.
The afternoon had flown by, we were both blatto on an unhealthy level.
Instead of going back to the room he reserved, we grabbed some food and found a grassy spot on the square, which allowed us to lean against a large cottonwood tree.
Eric tore into a turkey leg while I enjoyed some spicy mac and cheese with grilled lobster.
I know, I eat like a fancy child. We began sharing some dessert as he pulled me to sit between his legs, leaning back against his chest. Once again the feelings of safety and security rushed my body.
For a fleeting moment I wished Vincent was there with us.
I reminded myself that Vinny and I would have many moments like this, for years to come.
BOOM! SHHSHHHHH! A fireworks show began as Eric enveloped me in his arms. His arms so strong and cut.
Seriously. Such a fucking muscular dreamboat.
As the fireworks continued he pulled me in close and began kissing my ear and neck, one of his hands slid down quickly, in the dark, to pull my skirt up.
I heard him make a tsk tsk tsk sound as my panties were suddenly slipping down my legs.
“Get ready baby,” Eric said as he slipped a finger inside me.
I was definitely ready for him, it was such a smooth penetration, I still felt my breath catch as he pushed in with his finger for what felt like an eternity.
How fucking long are his fingers? BOOM! Another firework popped, illuminating the darkness for a moment, his hand buried between my legs.
He curled his finger, a quick adjustment and a second joined the first. Curling curling curling, he rubbed straight to my gspot, I really needed to learn how he became so experienced; scratch that, I’m not sure I want to know.
BOOM! The curling and pressure became more and more intense as the fireworks lit the area over and over.
“Almost to the finale,” Eric whispered in my ear as his hand became a finger-banging blur between my legs.
”Oh God yes…” I whimpered as he continued his attack.
My chest heaving faster and faster as the fireworks came in rapid fire.
BOOM! BOOM! POP! BOOM! POP! And his hand moved faster and faster with the display in front of us.
His other hand grabbing my tits, then it happened.
I shook hard and muscles I didn’t even know I had (ok so I am a physical therapist, of course I knew I had them) were contracting.
My eyes closed as I realized his hand had moved up to rub my clitoris quickly.
My pussy gushing liquid (still not a squirt, sorry) and then everything went silent.
My hands gripped Eric’s legs and squeezed hard as my orgasm rippled through my body.
A moment later I was walking with Eric to the hotel room he had reserved.
My panties hanging around one of my ankles.
My intoxicated mind wanting to yell, ‘what the hell Eric?! You want everyone to think I’m some crazy slut?
’ Quickly my face flushed red, I am not sure how it could have flushed more, but I felt the rush under the skin.
Glancing around as he helped me walk. One random guy noticed the panties hanging from my ankle and giving us two thumbs up.
I felt myself giggle from the random approval.