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Her eyes light with that cute, mischievous glint once again. “Of course.” She nods. “Like father, like little beans.”
“Little beans?” My brows furrow curiously.
“Yes.” Her features soften, and she indeed looks glowing. “They look like little beans.”
“I like that.” My heart jolts when our eyes meet and hold. My cock starts to stir, and suddenly my jeans are feeling too tight. “Let’s go get you and the little beans something to eat and drink.”
Because if we don’t get out of here now, I’m going to drag her back to the car and have my way with her.
The diner is a mix of modern and old world, with people enjoying meals at some of the booths. A jukebox is playing an old-fashioned rock ballad as we step up to order. Isabella orders a burger, fries, and chocolate fudge cake with a large freshly squeezed apple and ginger juice. I order the same, except I replace the juice with orange juice. I also buy four one-gallon bottles of water.
“Do you have ginger tea?” Isabella asks.
“We do,” the woman surprises us both by answering.
“You don’t perhaps sell that in a flask?”
“No. But you can buy a flask from the shop, and we’ll fill it for you,” the woman tells her.
“Oh!” Isabella looks at me. “Let’s go buy a flask while our orders are being made.”
“Is that to go?” the woman asks.
“Yes,” I answer. “We’ll just eat it in the car.”
The woman nods and totals it up. “Just bring the flask. I’ll have it washed and filled.” She smiles. “Pregnancy can be a bitch.”
Our brows shoot up as we look at the woman.
“Is it that obvious?” Isabella asks.
“You have a dress and sweater with you, and your jeans look snug,” the woman observes. “Plus, you’re glowing.” She winks at Isabella and pulls a key with an extra large key chain attached to it. “The bathroom is just past the store. You can change in there.”
“Thank you.” Isabella breathes in relief, taking the key. “Would you mind getting the flask, a soft, cozy blanket, and a pillow or two?”
“Sure.” I nod and watch her rush off toward the bathroom.
After paying for our order, I walk into the store. It has a quaint, rustic charm with shelves lined with local products. The wooden floors creak underfoot, and the smell of cedar and wool fills the air. The walls are adorned with handmade quilts and knitted items.
I find a shelf stocked with various flasks, all in different colors and designs. I select a sturdy, stainless steel one that looks like it will keep Isabella’s tea hot for hours. Nearby, there are stacks of soft woolen blankets in a variety of colors. I choose a deep blue one that feels incredibly soft to the touch.
The pillows are on a lower shelf, filled with soft down, and covered in flannel cases. I pick two, knowing they’ll add some comfort to our journey. I also grab a few packs of snacks: nuts, dried fruit, and some chocolate bars, along with a couple more bottles of water.
As I head back to the counter, Isabella reappears, looking radiant in her summer dress with the bulky sweater over it. Her hair cascades over her shoulders, and her cheeks are flushed with the cold. Even with the practical sneakers she wears for comfort, she looks stunning. I’m floored by how lovely she looks.
“Wow,” I breathe, unable to control my admiration. “You look amazing.”
Her smile lights up her face. “Thank you. Did you get everything?”
I nod, holding up the bags and handing her the flask. “Let’s get this filled and get back on the road.”
She takes it, her fingers brushing against mine, sending a jolt of warmth through me. We head back to the counter to collect our food and have the flask filled with ginger tea. As we wait, my eyes keep going back to her long, toned legs, and flashes of them being wrapped around my waste run through my mind.
My cock starts to swell, and I force it to behave because, unlike Isabella, I don’t have a long sweater to cover the bulge in my pants. I’ll take this to the car and come back to help you with the food. I’m impressed at how normal my voice sounds despite starting to get turned on by my wife in a summer dress and sneakers.
The few minutes in the brisk Canadian air on my walk to the car and back settle my hard-on, I make my way back to the diner where Isabella is taking the bags with our order from the woman who served us.
Thank fuck! I breathe a sigh of relief because the minute I see Isabella’s dress hike up, caressing her thigh as she takes the last bag, I need some more cool, crisp Canadian air. We head back to the car, and nature decides to tease me some more as a gentle breeze plays with the hem of Isabella’s dress.
