Kissing Keira
Copyright© 2014 by Renpet
Chapter 5
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Can attractions truly be uncontrollable? I was adamant they couldn't but then again, I'd never seen anyone like Keira.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Romantic Heterosexual Fiction
Keira chewed and swallowed a bite of her Butter Poached Lobster Grilled Cheese sandwich. She chased it with a sip of Diet Coke. Holy cow it was good! "Are you ever going to take me to a real restaurant?" she asked with a smile, her hand curling a wayward lock of pale red hair behind her ear.
SWALLOWING A BITE OF Spicy Tuna 'Nachos', I noticed for the first time that Keira had four small gold earrings piercing her left ear. Why four?
Stretching my legs, I leaned back against the bench. Devilicious, another deserving gourmet food truck at the curb in front of us, was emitting aromas of spices and jalapeños from the flat top grill. The customer line-up was still long.
"Don't you like the food?" I asked. Keira looked rather devilicious herself in light blue Capri pants and a pale yellow lacy top. A small black bra was shadowed underneath. She kicked out her Ked-clad feet and leaned back.
"It's great food, but a restaurant would be nice, too."
A sudden gust blew her hair all over, obscuring her face. Putting her paper plate down, she rolled her butt, reached into the back pocket of her Capri pants and withdrew a black elastic hair band. Gathering her wayward hair into a ponytail she tied it up, high on the back of her head. Somehow, aside from being quite lovely, the ponytail made Keira look even younger, very pretty indeed.
Our two-hour tour of the USS Midway had been great. You'd never grasp the enormity of the ship through pictures. It was truly massive. For forty-seven years it had plied the oceans enforcing America's naval might. Seen up close and personal it was easy to see why it was seen as such an intimidating warship.
We'd covered about two thirds of the ship in our tour, exhaustion from climbing up and down stairs cutting our visit short. The trip was very revealing. I'd observed Keira closely as we roamed through the ship. She'd impressed me. For a fourteen-going-on-fifteen-year-old girl she'd demonstrated genuine interest in the ship, its massive engines, the vastness of its airplane hangars, and the complexity of a city on water. She'd not shown one bit of boredom. That was bad.
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