chapter 9

Naked after his shower and now toweling his hair off he let the afternoon's startling surprise out of the blue introduction replay in his head. The thought of her touch, her words, the desire in her young fresh eyes made him acutely aware of his abdomen shuddering against his upper thighs from the effort towelling.

Distracted, he lifted his belly and rested it on the counter top to quell the vibrations but the cool tiles against the soft warm underside made his distraction even worse.

She had dashed to her room after her meeting with the gorgeous man. She had showered to remove the smell of chlorine from her hair and had begged Shanna to help her with her hair and make-up. She was no expert at the world of being a girly girl and she needed help. Afterwards she threw on her blue sundress and her brown boots she almost never took off. After checking the mirror a dozen times she had made her way down and was now standing nervously in the doorway. There he was. Just where he always was. He looked amazing and she wanted him right then and there. But she would wait. Soon enough she would make her move. Right now she just wanted to talk to him and watch him eat plate after plate. She wanted to see that belly swell, to feel it harden with each bite. She wanted to feel his lips on her fingers as he...

She mentally shook herself. She needed to snap out of it.

He sighed and started to dress, his excitement building as he slipped on each item...underwear (getting too tight), dress shorts (also too tight) and finally the huge hand made hawaiian shirt he had the foresight to have created extra roomy. It did hide a lot of sins but there was no concealing the results of his gluttony. Slipping on his Birkenstock sandals and he was almost ready to go.

He whistled as he ran a comb thru his wavy brown hair, thankful at his age he still had most of it and gave his plump cheeks a quick brush with the shaver...there too he had been genetically lucky, his facial hair was soft and fine as it was on the rest of his body. He scowled at his double chin, hating it. He had the money, maybe he should consider having it thinned out a bit. We'll see he shrugged to himself and made his way to the restaurant, very conscious of the soft arc of his empty abdomen pushing out in front of him.

He was hungry and was relishing the thought of filling it full again, how incredibly arousing it would when it was again stretched drum tight and so full he could barely breathe. But then there was Rose...perhaps he better not do his usual endless buffet. He didn't want to shock the poor thing...or did he? Yes, we will definitely see.

He let the waitress seat him at his booth she knew he preferred...nice wide banquettes and a lots more privacy than being on one of those spindly chairs in the middle of the room. The booth was positioned so that he could keep an eye on the lobby...one eye there, the other caressing the menu as his stomach growled and gurgled in empty agony.

She scanned the room and there he was, looking at her, waiting for her. She headed across the room to him.

His heart thudded in his chest...good lord, there she was. Right on time, their eyes meeting across the room as time stood still.

He stood nervously, his heart suddenly fluttering and his mouth dry as he watched her move toward him, her young softly rounded body delicious to watch as she got closer. He didn't realize in his haste to stand he had bumped the table with his belly, knocking half the glasses sideways.

"Welcome to my lair" he said with a smile... "Hungry? I know you cant tell it by looking but I'm starved"