Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... do that if you want?"

"What could we put with it, like an appetizer, and dessert?"

"How about some chicken- Parmesan meatballs, with a cob loaf, or a nice cheesy garlic bread?"

"Wow, that sounds yummy."

"Wait till you taste my meat balls."

"What about dessert?"

"I was thinking about a tasty creamy strawberry semifreddo, maybe a cheesecake as well."

"God you're going to be dangerous to live with. I can already feel my ass getting fatter just thinking about it."

"Can't wait for you to be fatter than me. Then I can make fun of you."

"Oh please, there's nothing to you?" I sensed there was something behind her comment. She was less than skinny. Waifish was how I thought of her. I wondered if she had battled with body image.

"Lets go do the grocery shopping. I need to start work on our dinner."

"I wanted for us to do some other shopping as well. I wanted to buy you something nice to wear."

"Really, nice... Don't you like what I have?"

"Silly, I love you. I simply wanted to treat you. I know money is tight. Please, don't make it a thing. Let me treat you."

We browsed through some stores, rack after rack. We tried on so many outfits. It lifted the slightly heavy mood after our food talk. She picked out a couple of really pretty outfits, but it was when we got to the shoe store... Oh god, I saw her eyes sparkling as she tried on a couple of wonderful pairs of pointy toe ballet flats. She wandered around the store but kept going back to them. ...

... Accented with a gold chain over the top, with a real leather look. I thought they were divine.

I watched as she flicked over the price tag, with a tiny gasp. Then put them back in the rack.

"For heavens sake. Try them on." I instructed in my best school teacher vibe.

She sat on the low stool, and I helper her slip them on. Holding her legs up, she glanced at them admiringly. Then stood and walked around. In the end, she put them back in the box.

"Not comfy?" I asked.

"No, they're lovely. It's just the price holy smokes. They're nearly four hundred dollars,"

"Forget the price, it's my gift."

"No." She snapped firmly. But as we tried on some others, I saw her eyes drawn back to that same pair.

We walked out without buying any. She needed to go to the ladies room, and for once I didn't accompany her. Instead I rushed back and purchased the ballet flats.

We moved on to finish the grocery shopping for dinner, and then it was a mad rush home to start.

As we unpacked the bags, she noticed the shoe box. "What's in there?" She asked querulously.

"Your new shoes." I said softly.

Her eyes hooded over, and she glared at me. "You didn't?"

"I did. I saw how much you loved them. I couldn't leave without them."

"You sneaky witch. When did you get them?"

"When you were in the rest room."

I held up her new lemon dress. "They'll look perfect with this."

Her arms circled my neck and the kiss was passionate, and loving. "You didn't have to do that ...