It was almost as if just being in the town, surrounded by this strange, new ritual, was enough to make her want it. Her curiosity getting the better of her.
She moved inwards, guided by Mark’s hand on the low of her back, and she smiled at Martin.
“It smells divine,” she said lightly.
“He
lp the lady take a seat, Mark,” Martin instructed him, and looking embarrassed for having forgotten, the young man pulled out a seat and helped Lisa settle in at the head of the table.
Martin poured her up a glass of wine, smiling down at her as he twisted the bottle away.
“I trust you had a lovely day, Miss Lisa. We’ve assembled a fine little meal here,” and he launched into a description of the food, a dizzying array of delicacies that were so foreign to her and her sheltered life.
The two men sat at her sides and the ritual of the meal began, the atmosphere relaxed as the sound of gentle classical music in the background filtered to her.
It was nice, her smile never really fading as she enjoyed the food, mulling over what she wanted to ask and say in her mind. She’d already ruminated on it throughout the day, but never did she actually come to a conclusion on how it actually would happen.
How she wanted it to happen.
The light, though delicious meal, however, relaxed her muscles and put her at ease, along with the wine.
“So Martin says you’re new here, Mark?” she asked as Martin topped off her glass of wine yet again.
“Well yeah,” the young man said, handsome and about her age. She recognized him from school, though they had none of the same classes despite being in the same grade. “I just moved into the building a few months ago. After graduation,” he said, sipping his own wine as he looked over at her.
“Young Mark here has been working in my shop,” Martin said, his hand reaching beneath the table to rest upon her smooth, bare knee. “He’s a hard worker, quick to learn.”
Lisa smiled at Mark and gave a nod before looking to Martin, “What type of shop do you own?”
“It’s the local flower and jewelry store,” he said to her pleasantly. “The only one of its kind on the island, so if you need flowers or jewelry… well, a lovely lady like you will never need to buy her own flowers or jewelry, will she?” he said with a bright smile and a playful wink.
Lisa giggled as she took another drink of her wine. She enjoyed their company, their playful banter, but she couldn’t help but squirm in her seat. The anticipation of what would happen spun in her mind, making her almost dizzy with lust.
She couldn’t believe how they could both sit there, so pleasantly, eating a casual meal as if it were nothing, when they all knew why she was there.
She wanted to fuck them.
She wanted them to cum in her, to be the potential fathers of her children.
She tightened her thighs and swallowed at the thought, her nipples hardening beneath her bra as she looked between them.
“You know, Miss Lisa,” said Martin again, that smooth, older voice so calm and in control, “It’s been a long time since I chose to help a woman by fathering her children,” he said, his fingers tracing up along her thigh to the edge of her skirt. “I’m very selective. But you? You stole my breath away the moment I saw you. I just knew I had to help you,” he said.
All the while Mark sat next to her, eying her with such intense desire, noticing every little thing about her, including the way her nipples poked through her top.
Lisa’s eyes widened in surprise at Martin, though it quickly shifts into a happy smile.
“Is that so?” she asked curiously, drawing in her lower lip and nibbling at it gently. She was flattered, and her heart raced faster as she looked at him, eyes demurring towards him.
Martin gave a delighted smile to her as his fingers probed along the soft, inner flesh of her thighs, that milky skin so smooth and supple to the touch as he neared her more private area betwixt her legs.
“You’re the most lovely, nubile young beauty to have come amongst us on the island here for as long as I can remember,” Martin said.
“I always thought you were the hottest in the school,” Mark interjected, eager to have his own say in on the matter.
It filled her head with such lust, and she writhed against the exploratory hand, her thick legs spreading a little so that his fingers could more easily touch against the fabric of her panties, heart thudding so loud in her chest she was certain they could hear it.
She looked to Mark with a smile, her nose crinkling a bit as she smiled.