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Post by Heather on Jan 28, 2014 21:09:31 GMT -6
Tonight was the night, Savannah has had her eyes on Colton since they day he started at Tidewater and she was going to make her move on him tonight. She had invited him over for dinner at her house tonight, her daughters father taking her for the weekend leaving her alone with the house, which meant some alone time with Colton. She had prepared a three course meal for them, a salad for starters and for the entree she made some chicken marsala over angel hair pasta, and for dessert a cheesecake. She had been cooking for more than half of the day so she hoped it tasted excellent, and that he loved it, and hoped he wasn't allergic to anything.
She wore a off white dress that fell a a few inches above her knee hugging her figure quite well if she thought so herself looking in the mirror. Putting on her heels fixing her hair and touching up her make-up before looking in the mirror again, questioning if he would be able to see through the dress. She wasn't wearing a bra to begin with, and she made sure now you wouldn't be able to see her lace thong through the dress either. It was just about time that he should be here, going downstairs opening the bottle of wine pouring herself a glass as she waited starting to feel a bit nervous about tonight now.
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 28, 2014 21:11:16 GMT -6
HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA CLASSY
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Post by Heather on Jan 28, 2014 21:12:43 GMT -6
SHUT UP MEANIE
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 28, 2014 21:13:15 GMT -6
HAAHAHAHA
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Post by Heather on Jan 28, 2014 21:13:53 GMT -6
heres what she's wearing butthole  |
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 28, 2014 21:16:55 GMT -6
SLOOT GISELE
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Post by Heather on Jan 28, 2014 21:18:11 GMT -6
COLTON IS GONNA GET LAAAIDDD
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Post by Narwhal on Feb 3, 2014 23:15:59 GMT -6
Colton buttoned up his plain white dress shirt and tucked it into his dark denim jeans, studying his appearance in the mirror critically. Not a hair out a place. That pleased him. Although he was a man, he understood the importance of appearance and took it seriously, taking his time--but not too much time--in preparing himself for his day. Or, in this case, a date, with the beautiful Savannah Zucker, his fellow coworker who invited him to her home.
Although she was his coworker, he wouldn't lie, she was easy on the eyes and the ears. Not too talkative, but when she did, her smooth voice was music to his ears. Honestly, he could listen to the woman speak for the rest of his life, and not once would he even question her or become annoyed by the sound of her voice. It wasn't erotic in his mind, but it was an exotic voice that he enjoyed almost as much as his daughter's giggles.
He walked out of his home after picking up the keys to his car and the roses he bought her. He'd never admit to this, but he was definitely excited to see her tonight. What would she be wearing? Casual or formal? He hadn't been entirely sure, so he just went semi-formal: A formal shirt--with the sleeves rolled up his forearms--and a dark pair of jeans. It wasn't casual, nor was it formal. Just his type. He soon got into his car, started it up, and drove to her house.
Lucky for him, he recognized the area where she lived, so he wouldn't embarrass himself by spending an hour attempting to find her house without asking for help. He parked just off her driveway, running a hand through his hair anxiously before taking the bouquet and going to her door. What if he was late? Looking down at his watch, he saw that he, fortunately, wasn't. Thank god. He bit his lip before gently knocking on the door.
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Post by Heather on Feb 3, 2014 23:56:07 GMT -6
Taking a few sips of her wine, her fingers tapping on the counter as she thought through everything that she could think of. The food would just need to be warmed up when he arrived if he didn't want to eat right away, pouring herself more wine hearing the knocking on the door. "He's here." she said to herself looking at the door a moment, fixing her dress her wine in her hand as she walked to the door. Taking in a quick breath before opening the door with a smile seeing it was him, of course who else was it going to be?
"Hey." she spoke feeling stupid that was all she could come up with for now. Looking down at the roses in his hand, her eyes jumping to his body seeing what he was wearing, his tattoos, his muscles, everything. Blushing slightly knowing if she continued to stare she might start drooling. "Are those flowers for me? You didn't have to." she said opening the door moving out of the way to let him in. She wanted to say more to him, she just didn't know what of course they would strike up a conversation in moments but it was like he took her breath away doing nothing.
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Post by Narwhal on Feb 5, 2014 0:32:27 GMT -6
Colton leaned back against the porch railing as he waited for her, trying to listen for footsteps. Anything. He couldn't make a fool of himself. Not today. He straightened his shirt again and stood up tall, growing impatient. Just as he became more anxious, the door opened and the beautiful Savannah appeared. A smile spread on his lips, "You look beautiful," he told her smoothly, examining her quickly. Gorgeous. He held out the flowers for her and smiled warmly, "They're actually for your daughter," he said with a hint of sarcasm, chuckling. "They're all yours," he continued, winking playfully as he entered her home. It was quaint, but he liked it. Homey.
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Post by Heather on Feb 5, 2014 0:42:27 GMT -6
Savannah laughed taking the flowers from him taking a sniff loving the smell of roses, she missed having someone to bring her flowers. Closing the door after he walked in moving to the kitchen placing down her wine glass to get a vase to put water in for the flowers. "So, dinner is ready just needs to be warmed up. If you're not hungry we can wait and just...talk for a little bit." she said as she put the roses in the vase placing them on the table. "They are beautiful Colton." she exclaimed smiling widely at the flowers before her eyes looked over at him. "Do you want some wine? Beer? Water...?" she asked smoothing down her dress.
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