The Bun Also Rises Chapter 2 - Cuppa Joe free porn video

Mary spent the rest of the day at The Bun also Rises in a tizzy. Alternating between flying with the birds and swimming with the sharks, her stomach was all over the place. Several times she even found herself in the restroom thinking maybe a prayer to the porcelain god would help her. The clock went between not moving, to moving backwards, to jumping ahead hours at a time. Joe Ferguson would be here at 5 pm and she was going to have coffee with him.

Joe, please bend me over the counter and fuck me, Ferguson.

Holy hot damn she couldn't believe her day. Had she really said all those things to Joe this morning? Still assuming that she had an out of body experience when the conversation happened, she ran through it again in her head. Had she really asked him out? She had. Had he really wanted to ask her out? Oh god I hope so! For being a thirty-eight year old woman she was acting like a school girl.

She had made it through the remainder of breakfast and prepped for lunch. Mary had a small menu that focused on homemade breads and rolls. She made good sandwiches and soups in the winter. Today was Thursday that meant it was grilled cheese and tomato soup day. Lunch had started out fairly routine. While she was never super busy, she had a steady carryout business.

As lunch carried on Mary found herself having problems staying focused. She caught herself twice making the wrong sandwich altogether. Dammit, she had to focus, it was only twelve-thirty. Fixing her mistakes and scolding herself, she was actually starting to pray that no more customers would come in. Ridiculous? Yes.

The moment Joe said he would meet her for coffee, all of her sense went straight out the window. Waiting on customers had become so difficult she was even thinking of throwing in the towel and closing up early. She would just have to sit around and do nothing until he got there. That was nonsense, she might as well keep busy, even it was just screwing things up.

The door opened. A big swish of cold air came rolling through the lobby. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “Hey Tim!”

“Afternoon Mary, how are you doing today?”

“I'm having an exceptionally wonderful day. How about yourself?”

“Wow, exceptionally wonderful huh? I didn't know I had that kind of power with just my arrival for lunch!”

“You are a witty one aren't you?”

Tim flashed her a million dollar smile. “You know it baby!”

“Alright hot stuff, what can I get for you?” Mary got out her pad of paper and leaned over the counter. As she waited for Tim to decide what he wanted she propped her elbow on the counter, rested her chin in her hand her and gazed out the window. Joe popped into her mind. She pictured him standing in the store. He wore duck brown work pants and a black sweater. The sweater was layered over a flannel and a thermal undershirt. He had a pair of sunglasses propped on his head. His short black hair had just a touch of grey in it. Dreamy.

“Hello....Mary?” Tim was standing in front of her waving his hands. “Mary, you there?”

“Oh my god, Tim I am so sorry!”

“Where did you go just then?”

“Hmm, what? Oh where did I go?” Mary stumbled and stammered her way through trying to brush off the fact that she had been daydreaming. “What are you talking about, I'm right here. So what did you want for lunch”?

Tim stared at her and laughed. “Grilled Cheese special and what's his name?”

“Joe. Wait, What? What are we talking about?” Mary stopped and looked at Tim with a dumb founded look on her face.

Tim looked at Mary, and just started to laugh. “You are having an exceptionally wonderful day, aren't you?”

“Umm yeah so that was a Turkey and cheese?”

“Uhh no, a grilled cheese special and I’ll take a ginger ale. So tell me all about Joe while you make my lunch.”

“There isn't much to tell. Just a customer. That's all.”

“Really? Mary, I'm an investigator, I can tell when someone is lying. And you my dear are most definitely lying. So spill. I want to hear it all. Who is this man that has made a confident woman like yourself turn into a big ol' pile of giggling goo?”

It was Mary's turn to laugh. “Alright Investigator Abernathy. Joe Ferguson is a new gentleman in town. I believe he is working up at the new bridge project. He comes in for breakfast every day, seems to be very nice, and we're having coffee this afternoon. Anything else?”

Tim smiled at Mary. “No I think that covers it. One thing that I do know, Joe Ferguson is lucky to have caught your eye.”

Mary stopped and looked at Tim. He had never acted like he was interested in the past. She brushed the thought aside while she finished up his grilled cheese sandwich, got his soup and soda into the to-go bag and rang it up, $7.78 please.”

Tim handed her a ten, “Keep the change. And Mary, tonight, have a good time with this Joe Ferguson guy. You deserve to have a relaxing evening.”

“Thanks Tim, I plan on it.”

He grabbed the to-go bag and headed across the street to the police station to have his lunch.

It was one o'clock, 4 hours to go. What was she going to do now? Lunch was over. Thursdays rarely had a big afternoon crowd. Well she did own a bakery, she could bake. As she stood in the middle of the kitchen it dawned on her, she had plenty of time to bake something special for Joe. Nothing too fancy she thought, just something warm to have with coffee this afternoon.

She grabbed a bowl and some eggs, milk, flour, sour cream, pecans and a host of other ingredients. A nice warm pecan coffee cake would go nice. Hopefully Joe wasn't allergic to nuts. Really nothing smelled better then warm cinnamon. It would be perfect. She would time it so it would come out of the oven just before he arrived.

Mary spent the next few minutes measuring. In a flash most everything was ready to go. She would have to wait an hour or so before she put it in the oven. She wiped down the counters and then headed out to the store to dust and tidy. She had to keep busy.

Dusting got old quick. She stepped behind the counter, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. She could pass the next couple hours catching up on her stories. Soap operas were one of her dirty little secrets. It was the main reason that she had a TV in the bakery to begin with. She started watching them when Liz was in the hospital. She got hooked and liked to keep up with what was going on. Even if she did miss a day here and there, it didn't matter. It never took long to catch up on who slept with who, and who was being double crossed . It was drivel and she loved it.

Mary kept one eye on the clock and one eye on the TV. When two o'clock struck, she went in the back to start her coffee cake. With a few short steps she had it panned up and in the oven. “Well I guess it's back to soaps,” Mary muttered to herself. Jesus, three more hours? This afternoon was dragging . She had one more show that she liked to watch, then this diversion would be over.

Mary clicked off the TV. At least it was a good episode. Douglas was cheating on Marla with a nurse at the hospital, he got caught bending her over an exam table. Shelia's secret baby from 1987 was back and ready to take over the company. That should be a juicy story line. She had a half hour until the cake would be ready to put in the oven and an hour and a half till she had to start cleaning up. She sat down at her desk and opened her computer. Quickly she checked her email, Facebook, and twitter. She never thought that owning a business would mean spending so much time on social media.

She had business taken care of, now she settled in for what she really turned on her computer for. She needed something to take her mind off of the time and the fact that Joe would be here in a bit. She needed something else to focus on.

Porn.

Porn was Mary's other dirty little secret. She loved it. Movies, stories, pictures, chat rooms, professional, amateur, it didn't matter what kind. She loved looking at it. She loved masturbating to it. There were a couple of sites that she frequented. They had good erotic stories and good chat rooms. Those were the things that she liked the best. When she read, she put herself in the story. But when she chatted she was the story, she could twist and turn it anyway she wanted. As long as she had a skillful partner, mind you.

She logged on to her favorite site. She had a couple of really good friends. Hopefully they were on and could distract her for a little bit. She had met one of them when she first made a profile and decided to stop lurking in the shadows and get in the game, so to speak. The other had come along a bit later, but turned out to be the more capable lover.

Unfortunately since the bakery had opened, she didn't have as much time as she would have liked to spend in their company. In recent months they both had moved from just lovers to friends and confidants. She had a few close friends in her life, but it was hard to get together with them. Her schedule was difficult, that was putting it mildly. She didn't have time to have lunch with the girls or go out shopping. She would have loved to, but with Liz, things like that didn't happen very often.

When she had found her two friends, it seemed to be the perfect match. It was no strings attached. She never had to break dates because she was too busy. When she logged on if they were there, it was play time. If not, then she read a few stories. They never got upset, or questioned where she was. It was perfect really. The only thing missing was the closeness, the physical contact. She needed that second heartbeat lying next to her at night. There was no substitute for a warm body pressed against you. She craved it.

She logged in with her user name HotCrossBuns. Was it ridiculous? Yes it sure was. She loved it anyways. She glanced at who was on, just one of her friends. She checked her messages and her wall to see what had happened since she had last been on. She heard the familiar chime of a chat request.

Sweetlou14: Afternoon HCB. Xxxxxxx
HotCrossBuns: Afternoon Lou! Longtime no talk.
Sweetlou14: No kidding!! Where have you been sugar tits?
HotCrossBuns: Here, there and everywhere love. Busy busy.
Sweetlou14: So what are you here for? Looking for love in all the wrong places?
HotCrossBuns: Maybe... it's been a while hasn't it?
Sweetlou14: Hold on I've got a strumpet on the other line. Let me drop her... Brb.
HotCrossBuns: Strumpet? Seriously, who uses that word anymore?
Sweetlou14: Horny old men, baby. Horny old men.

Mary had met Louis online about a year ago. It had started off as Louis flirting with Mary, but she was reluctant . He was on her like a bear to a sweet pot of honey. He flirted and wooed, using all the tricks up his sleeves to get into her pants. Still she resisted. She thought it would be odd having relations with someone almost twice her age, so she kept telling him no. She liked Lou, he was kind, thoughtful, funny, and though she didn't want to admit it, sexy as hell.

Late one night in a private chat room, Louis finally talked her into it. She still believes she was out of her mind when she said yes, but Lou had made a good point. He told her that if she didn't have a good time, he would never push her again. He just wanted her to give him a try, and she might be surprised with what he could do. Lou liked Mary a lot. She reminded him of an old girl friend that made him sentimental for a time that was long gone.

Mary liked Lou as well, there was something about an older man that she always enjoyed. Maybe it was the manners that few younger men exhibited these days. More likely, it was the amount of experience they possessed. Lou had been screwing for 10 years before she was born, the man knew what he was doing. Mary needed that. No nonsense, no bullshit, just a good hot fuck, and Lou was very good at that. In the end she was glad that he had kept badgering her. She had enjoyed every single time they had gotten together.

Sweetlou14: So what's up with you Hotpants?
HotCrossBuns: I've got a date today Lou.
Sweetlou14: NO SHIT! Aww Mary that's wonderful news. Tell me all about him.
HotCrossBuns: How about the 10 second version? His names Joe, he looks like a GQ magazine cover. He's a customer, new in town, and I asked him to come to the bakery for coffee today.
Sweetlou14: Sweetie, I can't wait to hear all about him. Well then, what the hell are you doing on here today? You should be getting ready for him.
HotCrossBuns: I need something to take my mind off him. He's coming in at five, and I've got 2 hours to go. Lou, I'm going crazy.
Sweetlou14: Want to have a little fun and take the edge off?
HotCrossBuns: Sounds good to me hot stuff.
Sweetlou14: Tell me where you want to be.
HotCrossBuns: At your house, in your bed. Hold that thought, I'm going to go lock the door, I don't want an interruption.
Sweetlou14: Tell me when you're ready.

Mary flipped the lights off and hung a 'be back soon' sign on the door. She went to the back, pulled her jeans off, and sat down in her chair. For a brief second she thought about calling Lou off, and just chatting. She could really use the distraction though, and hey, if Joe worked out... well then she was going to have to give up Lou.

HotCrossBuns: Alright Lou, I'm ready.
Sweetlou14: Sit back darling and spread those beautiful legs for me. I'm going to take you to heaven and back.
HotCrossBuns: Oh yes please.
Sweetlou14: I'm sitting at your feet, feel my hands caress your calves. Can you feel me Mary?
HotCrossBuns: Yes Lou. Have you heard of lotion?
Sweetlou14: Shut it little girl, or I'll make you pay for remarks like that.

Mary burst out laughing. This way why she loved playing with Lou. They could tease each other, have fun, and still have an amazingly sexy fun time.

HotCrossBuns: Sorry Lou, continue please.
Sweetlou14: Hmmm. What to do with you...
HotCrossBuns: So your hands are on my calves, and my hands are running over my stomach up to my breasts.
Sweetlou14: I kneel up in front of you. My hands travel up the outside of your calves to your knees. I slowly push them apart to reveal the object of my lust. I bring my mouth down to your left knee and kiss just the inside. Slowly I travel up your inner thigh, licking and nibbling. Right to left moving ever closer to that musky delicate flower. I kiss inch by inch, going so slow its painful.

Mary sat at her desk with her legs draped over the arms of the chair. Her hand was in her panties, as she rubbed her pussy in slow circles. Dipping a finger into her opening to spread her nectar over her clit. As she reads she lets out quiet moans. It never took long for Lou's words to turn her on. She often wondered what it would be like to really be with him, in real life. She quickly pushed that thought out of her mind as he continued.

Sweetlou14: I grab you from behind the knees and pull you down towards me. You lay flat on my bed and lay down on top of you. I can feel your breasts push into my chest as I kiss you. Our tongues dance and run my fingers through your hair as I hover over you, balanced on my elbows. I kiss your beautiful jaw line to your ear, and nibble on that delicate little lobe. My lips move down your neck to your collarbone, and I kiss across it. I move farther down your wonderful beautiful body. I nestle between your perfect breasts; I breathe deep and take in the musky sweetness of you sex. Mary you smell so good.

Slowly she rubbed her clit, her fingers were dripping with juice. Her left hand found its way under her shirt and to her breast. She kneaded her breast as she imagined Lou's deep voice with just a hint of a southern drawl. He had grown up in Alabama, but moved north to New York City for school when he was young and never left. It was a light accent, and thankfully she thought, he never picked up the rough Bronx accent.

HotCrossbuns: Oh Lou, that feels so good.
Sweetlou14: I kiss down over your tummy, inching closer and closer. Fuck Mary, I'm going to bury my face in your cunt.
HotCrossbuns: Fuck yes.
Sweetlou14: Oh my cock is so hard, put your hand around my cock baby.
HotCrossbuns: Jesus Lou, my pussy is dripping.
Sweetlou14: I push your legs out to the side and you open up for me. I can smell the musk of sex in the air and I want to taste you Mary. I nibble your inner thigh, and lick around those beautiful lips. I lick and suck them into my mouth. Nudging into your slit, I flatten my tongue out on your pussy.
HotCrossbuns: Yes Lou, Fuck. Suck my little clit.
Sweetlou14: Oh God Mary, my cock is so hard.
HotCrossbuns: Tell me Lou, make me come.
Sweetlou14: My tongue licks and dips into your hole. In and out, over and over as I roll and push and lick your sweet opening.
Hotcrossbuns: Mmm keep going, keep going. Let me stroke that beautiful cock of yours.
Sweetlou14: My tongue licks up to your clit and I take the little pearl into my mouth and roll and suck and pull it in.

Mary's orgasm was rising, like a swell on the ocean that would grow into a wave. It grew with a steady rhythm. Her fingers slide down to her opening and she pushes first one then two in. Slowly pumping in and out, she reads Lou's words as they dance along on her screen. One hand on her keyboard and one hand in her velvet core she lets him push her closer and closer to release.

HotCrossbuns: Are you ready to come for me Lou?
SweetLou14: Oh baby, I'm so close.
HotCrossBuns: Come for me Lou, come for me as you finger fuck me.
Sweetlou14: Oh Fuck Mary, I'm going to come. Let me come on your tits.
HotCrossBuns: Wherever you want baby. Oh god I'm so close, keep going Lou, harder. Fuck me harder.

Feverishly forcing her fingers in and out of her slippery sex, Mary could feel her muscles clinching. She knew that her orgasm was going to erupt soon. She sat there with her legs dangling over the arms of the chair and her hand in her panties, moaning quietly. The heal of her hand ground at her clit pushing ever closer to that sweet sensation that she longed for. Her hips began rising to meet her hand, her head snapped back and her orgasm began.

HotCrossBuns: Oh Lou, I'm coming. I'm coming for you baby.
Sweetlou14: Yes, yes, fuck Mary. Me too, me too, fuck me.

Waves of pleasure rolled over her like the ocean breaking on the shore. Mary bit down into her lower lip to keep from screaming out. She pulled her fingers out of her pulsing sex, and watched as strings of sticky juice followed them. Her chest was heaving and small beads of perspiration clung to her hairline. It could get hot in the back of that bakery, in more ways than one.

Sweetlou14: Oh my god Mary, there is so much come.
HotCrossBuns: Here too, Lou. Good Lord man, you always just know exactly what to say.
Sweetlou14: So did I sufficiently take your mind off of the time?
HotCrossBuns: Boy did you ever. Thank you Lou, that was wonderful as always.
Sweetlou14: Sweetie it was all my pleasure, I love to please you.
HotCrossBuns: Lou, I hate to run, but I need to get myself cleaned up and get the bakery back open.
Sweetlou14: No problem darling. Please message me tonight and tell me all about the date. I want to every little detail.
HotCrossBuns: Will do, and Thanks again! Talk soon.
Sweetlou14: Talk soon xoxo

Mary got up and went into the bathroom and tidied herself. There was a lot of juice to mop up, Lou really did know just what to say to her. Looking in the mirror, she looked good. After her little afternoon delight, her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were bright. She tamed the fly aways and reapplied some lip gloss.

The timer for the coffee cake started going off. She quickly finished up and headed for the oven. A rush of hot cinnamon scented air hit her face and she jumped back a little. Seriously, it's not like it was the first time she had opened a hot oven. She gave the cake a poke, and pulled it out to cool a bit before it was time to serve.

Mary made it up to the front of the store and unlocked the door, she was glad it was a cold day. Not a lot of customers would have come by while she was coming in the back. As she made her way through the store she started gathering things to close up for the day. It wouldn't hurt to start while she was waiting the last 45 minutes. Before she sat down to wait, she grabbed a couple of plates and cups for coffee, and set them out on one of the tables.

She went behind the counter, flipped on the TV and started counting the drawer to the cash register. As Mary stood there she squeezed her thighs together; she could still feel the warmth between her legs. She smiled to herself, she really did like Lou, for what it was. It's not like she would ever travel half way across the country to meet him. But what they had, or at least what they had become, she liked. What was she going to do if things worked out with Joe? Well she would have to cross that river when she came to it.

It would be kind of foolish to tell him all about her online partners. He didn't need to know all of her dark secrets. Though what would he think about her secret love of erotica? She should probably just give them up. Well maybe some of it but not all of it, the stories and the pics, those she would keep. Who knows, maybe Joe had a bit of kink. Maybe it would be something they could share together.

She was jumping to conclusions, who knows if she would even make it past coffee with him. Speaking of which it was time to put on a new pot and cut the cake. Joe would be here in 20 minutes or so. She would get things together for coffee and then start wrapping up trays of goodies. Mary looked down at her hand, and it was starting to shake just a little. Wringing her hands, “Oh this is ridiculous,” she said out loud to herself.

She couldn't believe how nervous she was; it hit her like a truck. Her tummy started to churn a bit. This was getting out of control. She was putting all of her eggs in the Joe basket, and that was dangerous. What if he didn't like her, or worse, what if she didn't like him. He could be a total jerk. She really only had spoke a few sentences to him each day. Today was the first time that she had a real conversation with him. He could be a complete asshole!

Well it was too late to back out, and she really needed to stop jumping to conclusions. Mary grabbed the pan of coffee cake and headed out to the table. She flipped the sign back off and locked the door. She would just keep an eye out for Joe and let him in when he got there. Her leg was bouncing and she was drumming her fingers on the table. Seriously where was he, she didn't know how much longer she could stand it without throwing up.

Just then a dark shadow appeared, his silhouette was illuminated by the light over the door. Though she couldn't see his face she knew it was Joe. Mary jumped up and unlocked the door. “Hi Joe,” she said a bit breathlessly. It was cold and the rush of air almost took her breath away, it didn't help that he was all man standing in front of her.

“Hi Mary”

“Please come in, it's so cold out.”

“Yes it is, I almost froze my nu... Well it's really cold.” Joe looked like he could crawl in a hole. He had to remember that he was on a date for Christ sake. What would Mary think of him if he used the word nuts?

Mary pulled the door shut behind him and locked it back up. “Please sit down.” She motioned to the table that she had set. “Let me pour you a cup of coffee. You must be freezing.” Mary got up and went behind the counter and pulled out a bottle of Frangelico, “Here this will help warm you up. Would you care for some ?”

“I would, thank you. A nip of that sounds perfect.”

Mary poured a shot in to each of their coffee cups and sat down across from Joe. “I made a coffee cake for us, I thought you might be a little hungry after work.”

“Oh my, Mary this smells amazing. You are really a wonderful baker, I think I've gained ten pounds since moving here. I am so glad I found this place. My waist line isn't, but I am.”

“I'm glad that you found this place too,” Mary said a bit sheepishly. “As a matter of fact, how did you get to this town? It's a bit small and out of the way for someone to decide to move here.”

“Well, work brought me here. I'm working on the new bridge project up the river in Chester.”

“So what do you do on the bridge?” Mary asked as she cut and served them two pieces of cake.

“I'm a structural engineer, I'm sort of overseeing the construction. My company likes to keep an engineer on site for large projects. Most of my work comes in the planning stage and I work with the architects and civil engineers a lot, but then I get to come out to the field and see my planning come to life. It's pretty awesome actually.”

“That sounds so cool. It has to be really awesome to see something that you dreamed up come to life.”

“Well I don't dream it up, that's the architects job. I just make sure it won't fall down in the wind. But I put a lot of work into the plans and I work with the architects to do a little of the design. Sometimes we have to change the angles or curvature. It all depends on the strength of the concrete and the weather conditions. Having a bridge here is different than a bridge say in California. The weather is so different, the temperature ranges... Oh Jesus, listen to me! I'm prattling on here about boring technical stuff, you don't want to here all that.”

“No! It's really interesting. You don't have to stop on my account. All I talk about is baking and recipes. Everyone likes to tell me how they bake stuff and what they like to do. Frankly, I don't care how someone makes their box cake at home. So it's nice when someone will talk to me about something else.”

“Well luckily no one tries to tell me about concrete and girder strength. But we're going to change the subject. So ask me a question.”

“Alright, no more shop talk, where are you from originally?”

“Upstate New York, but I've been a nomad for about ten years now.”

“A nomad?”

“I've been traveling for work, I go from town to town. I actually don't even have my own apartment, I just keep the sentimental stuff at Mom and Dads. I live in the company provided apartments for a year, sometimes more, then pack up and head to the next place.”

“That's sad,” Mary said with a furrowed brow and a bit of a frown.

“Why do you say that?” Joe chuckled.

“You have no roots, no place that is all your own.”

“It's not as bad as you make it out to be. I might not have roots but, really I have adventure. For the time being at least. I have to say there hasn't been anyone or anything in my life that has made me want to stay in one place for longer than the job lasts. It's been really perfect for a guy like me, always traveling, getting to see the world, meeting new people and making new friends wherever I go.”

Joe reached across the table and took Mary's hand. “If I didn't get to travel and move around, I wouldn't be sitting here having some really delicious coffee cake with you.”

“You have a good point there.” A million thoughts burst through Mary's head. What should she do? Was there even a point to seeing Joe? What if she fell in love with him and he just up and left? Mary looked down and Joe was holding her hand. He was holding her hand.

Mary smiled.

“So you're in town working on the bridge as an engineer. And you've been here for a month or so?”

“Yeah that's about right. Six weeks I think.”

“How much longer do you think you'll be here?” So much was riding on this answer. Would Joe be a long term thing? She didn't know if she had a short term relationship in her. At this point it was pretty much all or nothing.

Joe smiled at her. “Well we just started this project, and I'm scheduled to be here for two years. We have the dead of winters off, usually I travel back to my folks house for that time, but this year they bought a condo in Boca. So here I am for the foreseeable future.”

“Two years, huh?”

“Yeah two years.”

“That's not so bad.”

“No, it'll be nice, being in one spot, putting down a few roots, as you say.”

Joe held Mary's hand while he told her all about his family. He spoke a bit about h is Mom and Dad, his Sister Gretchen and his dog Cookie. She smiled and asked appropriate questions at appropriate times. He could have been telling her secret nuclear codes for as much as she was really paying attention. Joe Ferguson was holding her hand. Her heart was singing.

Finally after two pieces of cake, and two cups of coffee with a nip, Joe looked up at the clock. They had been talking for almost two hours. “Look at the time!”

“Seven o'clock! Oh my god, I've got to get home, to my sister.”

“Will you tell me about her next time?”

“Next time?” Her eye brows raised in anticipation of the next statement. He wanted to see her again! Joe was going to ask her out on a real date.

“Well of course Mary, I plan on seeing a lot of you. Besides coffee every morning.” Standing there looking at Mary, Joe was planning on having coffee with her a lot of mornings, but he would be in his boxer briefs and her in a silk nighty. Her hair would be tousled, and she would have that well bedded look. All in good time.

“I like the sound of that Joe.”

“When can I take you to dinner?”

“How about Saturday night?”

“Perfect, that'll be just perfect.” Joe stood up and put on his coat. He walked over and stood in front of Mary. Slipping his hand around Mary's waist he slowly drew her to him. He smiled ever so slightly and bent over and kissed her.

A perfect kiss.

That all consuming, birds singing, fireworks blasting in the background kind of kiss.