The Wanderer

"So, what do you think?"

"You are absolutely stunning, Marie. My camera is going to fall head over heels in love with you."

"Oh, thank you!" she pushes back her hair self consciously and beams with pride at your compliment "I was actually talking about the dessert."

No she wasn't. Such coyness is adorable in Marie and appears authentic, but it's hard to fully believe from someone who just stripped naked for you on the second time of meeting without even needing to be asked.

"I hope I haven't shocked you by reappearing like this. I wanted to rip the band aid off now and get used to being, you know, without clothes, since I'm anticipating being this way around you a lot." she pauses and blushes a little "For the photography shoot, I mean."

"I'm not shocked at all Marie, I'm..."

What's the word you are looking for here? Don't say "horny". Don't say "hard under the table". Definitely don't say "in love".

"I'm flattered you feel this comfortable around me already. And it's a smart move. It's probably going to take me a little time to adjust to you being like this as well."

Your damn right it is. Your every instinct is screaming out for you to tip the contents off that chocolate Sunday all over Marie's tits then lick them clean.

"So, don't you want a taste?" she asks, not helping matters, before giggling cutely and placing her hand to her lips on seeing your reaction to her offer "Of the ice cream, I mean."

She settles on the seating opposite as you make a start on your pudding. Of course it turns out to be heaven in a glass, but it's incredibly hard to concentrate on eating when you have a beautiful woman and her bare boobs directly in your line of vision.

"Seriously Marie, this is the best diner I've ever eaten in."

"I didn't think you could remember any of the others?" she teases.

"That's technically true, but I'm pretty confident I've never eaten food as good as this before. And the service here would be impossible to beat."

"You're such a charmer, Chuck David" Marie positively gushes "You have a real way with words. Sometimes when you talk to me I feel like I'm listening to poetry. I think you could persuade me to do anything you wanted with that silver tongue of yours."

"Evidently"

You smirk a little, causing Marie to look down at her naked body and laugh like a school girl.

"Oh yes, I see what you mean!"

Marie stands, walks across the table and sits herself down close up to you. She then gently takes the spoon from your hand.

"Your scooping up all the ice cream at once then all the chocolate sauce at once" she cautions you "to get the best experience you need to have everything just right."

She twirls your spoon almost seductively in the glass, producing a tantalising combination of black and white which she guides slowly towards your lips. You lean in for a mouthful but, as you do, Marie whips the spoon away and kisses you. It feels way sweeter than any spoonful of dessert ever could . You get the impression Mare hasn't made out with a lot of guys, though not due to any lack of skill in her technique. She seems to be doing what comes naturally to her but, after making such a bold move, there is something gentle and submissive in the way she lets you take control, putting up no resistance as you decide you would like your tongue to explore the inside her mouth for a while.

When you eventually allow the intimate moment to end and pull back you notice that Marie is looking flush across her chest and breathing heavily.

"I'm so sorry Chuck, I couldn't help myself. I've wanted to do that ever since you first walked into my diner. I know it's going to sound crazy to you, and I honestly don't know what's come over me lately, but I've never felt this way about anyone for as long as I can remember."

This is Mary Lou on night one all over again. If Marie wasn't so beautiful and easy to fall for then such immediate and unexplained passion for you might come off as a little scary. But it doesn't. In fact, the most worrying thing is how easily you could imagine yourself reciprocating the feelings she is currently expressing. It may be in both of your best interests to cool things down slightly.

"I'm becoming very fond of you too, Marie. But I'm not leaving this town anytime soon - your father will see to that. So we don't have to act like this is our one and only night together. We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other better"

"Gee, I sure hope so Chuck" she smiles and strokes your cheek tenderly before standing up again "Anyhow, I've got a few chores I can busy myself with while you finish your ice cream. Who knows, I might get less of a sweat on cleaning up without my clothes and start making a habit of it. Whenever you're ready for me we can take those pictures."

When the time comes, Marie turns out to be a natural in front of the camera. There is a nice contrast with Connie's style of the sultry, sophisticated seductress, Marie instead giving the vibe of a sweet hometown girl who just loves getting naked.

You put her back in her panties, but nothing else, for a truly adorable shot where she is fake dancing topless by the jukebox.

Then quickly got them off her again to have a photo of your super hot waitress taking your order while fully nude.

You then guide Marie through a handful of further sexy scenarios you wanted to put her in, for both personal and professional reasons. She agrees to every one and the results of each comfortably pass your quality litmus test by making you hard and horny.

You thank your date and model for a wonderful meal, evening and shoot and assure Marie you want to see her again soon. However, you decline her invitation to stop over at her place for the night. She lives with her father, and confirms he will be home by now. She claims he wouldn't have any issues with what the two of you might get up to under his roof, but you aren't sure you want to take that chance just yet.

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You have so many thoughts racing through your mind after such an eventful day that you need a little alone time to process them all. The moment you arrive back at the Benson's place Mary Lou will immediately pounce on you and demand your undivided attention for the rest of the night, so you decide to wander alone through Greenvale for a while. Since it's not the vastest place you soon find yourself close to the edge of town. You wonder what is supposed to happen if you venture any further. Most of the people here act like you would fall off the edge of the earth, but you can clearly see the road ahead leading past the exit marker and into the rest of Missouri and the world beyond it. As you get close enough to the sign to read the text, you are struck by how odd it is.

Caution. You are about to leave Greenvale.

Caution? Seriously? The locals in this town seem to be legitimately terrified of everywhere that isn't here. Who or what made them feel that way? You decide to take just a few steps over the line, if only so you can impress others with the tale of your daring feat and against-the-odds survival.

You are just about to make one giant leap for Greenvale when you feel a hand firmly clasp you on your shoulder and stop you in your tracks.

Oh fuck. You didn't notice anyone else being so near you in the darkness, let alone Marshal Reynolds - aka the worst possible person you could have encountered. He must have the stealth abilities of a ninja.

"Good evening, Mr David"

So now you have been caught attempting to defy this man's orders not long after his beloved daughter got naked for you. This isn't great.

"Er, Marshal, I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight. Marie said you would be at home."

That's smart, Chuck. Remind this guy which girl you were spending this particular evening with. That ought to make him more sympathetic to you.

"Well, I guess I just have a knack for finding myself in the right place at the right time."

"I wasn't leaving town, sir.." Dammit, don't try and pander to the fucker by calling him sir "I was just exploring to the edge of it."

"I don't doubt that for a moment, Chuck" he tells you, unconvincingly "But it's getting awful late, and I expect Mary Lou will be starting to worry about you. Probably best you get yourself back to the Benson's place quick smart."

He doesn't even have to gesture to his gun. He knows you can see it, and that's enough. You don't need telling twice.

"Now you have a good evening, Mr David."

You swear under your breath at the Marshal as you make your way back to Primrose Lane. All the wonderful thoughts you'd been having about the various beautiful women you are currently romancing have now been replaced by one confusing and disturbing question - how did he know where you were going?