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I did."
Paula blushed now, and I realized it was the first time I ever saw her do that. Me, I blush all the time. She looked at a loss for words for a few moments, just looking at me with her mouth slightly open, and a little surprised. She looked down at her hands, "Goodness, you are serious. Just because my daughter wants me to hook up with you, didnt guarantee that you wanted to go through with it, and part of me just assumed that you were playing along to get my daughter out of your hair. Now, I see I do have something to worry about."
She entwined her fingers nervously, and then put her hands flat on the table, "For what its worth, I think youre very sexy, too. Why do you think I was always bringing you tea and lemonade when you worked in the garden?" she confessed, "Well, there were several reasons, but looking at your legs in those tight shorts was definitely on my list of reasons, and pretty much at the top of the list. It never went further than that, but I do find you very sexy to look at." She glanced briefly at my legs, then my freckled bosom, "I do enjoy looking at you. I love the freckles on your... I love your freckles." She said a little breathlessly, and then added with a little squeak, "Very much."
I gave a little smile, "We are both trying so hard to be honest, and neither of us are sure were even honest with ourselves." I chuckled, "So lets dodge behind some traditional feminine tactic and do the dishes!"
She beamed at me, affectionately, I thought, and then we got up and did the dishes. When all there is to do is to rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, it was hardly a time consuming chore. Paula offered me a glass of wine and I accepted. It was a very nice red wine. I suggested we retire to the living room to resume our conversation. She agreed. Leading me in there I spied along one wall an antique love seat of the bench variety. It was baroque wrought iron framework supporting a slab of board upholstered with a velvet cushion. There were armrests at each end with a small, upholstered cushion along the armrests. The upholstery was all done dark-red velvet. I would have clapped if I werent holding a glass of wine. "A bench loveseat!" I declared. "I havent seen one of those in years! Theyre fairly rare, you know?"
Paula blinked owlishly at it, "Well thats what its called all right. But I never understood why. Dont loveseats usually have a back of some sort? I just thought this type was inferior, or just for poor folk."
I grinned at her and giggled, "Have you ever tried to make out in a love seat with a back on it?" Seeing her puzzled expression, I supposed not. "Okay, you just dont understand
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the basic principle, thats all. This is the real thing; those other love seats are euphemisms for the real deal. Here, hold this." I handed her my glass of wine and dragged the loveseat into the middle of the room. "There! Now you sit facing that way," I pointed as she handed me back my wine. Then I simply sat down beside her, facing the opposite direction that she was facing. So we were sitting side by side but facing different directions. There was very little extra room so we were snuggled somewhat. "There, isnt this intimate?"
"More like crowded, but not unpleasantly so," she said, but we have to turn our heads to talk to each other and see each others faces. "I still dont get the point."
"Hmm, well the point is, those so called loveseats, usually curved and deeply cushioned with backs on them, actually restrict movement, where this one is made for movement." I grinned, " I guess Im going to have to show you, then. Okay, set your wine glass somewhere to free up your hands." I set mine easily down as I was in reach of the coffee table. Paula had to stretch a bit to set her glass on an end table. "Turn to face me," and I put my left arm around her right shoulder, and I said, "You do the same." She put her left arm around my right shoulder. Then I put my right hand on her right thigh, pretty close to her groin. "Go ahead and put your right hand on the same place on my right thigh." She did so slowly as if putting it in a trap. Our faces were just inches away, and we were comfortably supporting each other. "Now," I said, "We can easily make out and put our hands in each others laps, and see how easy it is to spread your legs wider? And of course we can easily reach each others breasts, and kinda cuddle at the same time!"
Paula blushed but didnt pull away from me, "Good God!" she said softly. "This isnt furniture. Its a sex toy!" She smiled nervously at me, "We need to put this back before my daughter sees it, or else, every time I come home, Ill trip over it in the middle of the living room."
My demonstration had been purely academic but since we were still sitting here, with our faces so close together, I was starting to breath harder and Paulas blush wasnt going away. My temptation to kiss her was getting very strong but I didnt want to rush her, so I just went ahead and said it, "The temptation for me to kiss you right now, is so great Im not sure I can resist. But I dont want to rush you." She squeezed my thigh with her hand, her eyes searching into mine. I kissed her. Our lips met and molded as if shaped for each other, and that delicious sexy mouth opened and
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