I lay down to catch my breath while Esme showered. Then I showered too, enjoying the waterfall that came out of the wall. After, we went to one of the restaurants in the resort, which was on a little dock that extended into the lake.
I realized then that I hadn’t asked her to take off her clothes during the blow job. I’d been so tired afterward, I’d foolishly forgotten to sneak a peek at her in the shower.
The thought that I hadn’t gotten to see her breasts and ass was honestly bothersome. What if I died this second? How could I forgive myself for not having seen her naked?
My desires were not wholly satisfied. I yearned for round two. I hoped we’d have plenty of time later tonight.
The things I wanted to do to her, to someone so willing and submissive, someone who wanted nothing more than to satisfy me… Let’s just say I doubted we’d be getting much sleep.
While the mystery remained, I could fantasize about what she looked like under that little skirt and thin shirt. What she’d put on after showering featured a darker shade of blue than her earlier clothes, which meant she had a wardrobe in her soul storage.
The server brought us two menus, which was just one page of parchment attached to a thin slab of stone. Ah, how nice to be in a place with physical menus. I despised having to scan QR codes whenever I went out to eat back on Earth. Hell, it was nice not having a phone and constantly being bothered by nonsense, or tempted to mindlessly scroll. I could fully focus on the moment, and the person I shared it with.
I glanced at the menu items. “Baked squirrel in verjuice sauce? Tofu-crusted jelly squid? What in the blue hell?”
Esme giggled in her utterly girlish way. “These are delicacies here.”
I scanned the menu looking for anything normal. Anything edible. “Mouse kebab with turnips! How the hell are mice a delicacy?”
“You don’t eat mice back on your world?”
“Not unless there’s a famine.”
Esme waved to the sever. “Can you get him a kid’s menu?”
“K-Kid’s menu?” I said.
The server handed me a smaller menu on a smaller stone tablet.
“Chicken n… oh thank the lord… chicken nuggets.” I let out a sigh of relief.
“Would you like the chicken nuggets, sir?” the server asked, clasping her hands.
I nodded. “Sure.”
“And what about you, miss?”
“I’ll take the pineapple and granola salad.”
“You’re going to eat salad for dinner? Really?”
Esme smirked. “How do you think I stay this fit?”
“By hunting monsters?”
“I also watch what I eat.”
“And what would you like to drink?” the server asked.
I hadn’t even looked at the drinks section of the menu. “Do you have coffee?”
“Of course, sir.”
“I’ll have the same,” Esme said.
Perfect. She wasn’t interested in sleeping tonight, either.
“Just to make sure,” I said, “by chicken, you mean the feathered animal that goes buck-buck-buck-buck.”
“Yes…” the server looked at me sideways. “Is there some other kind of chicken?”
“And coffee is a bitter, black drink that keeps you alert, right?”
The server nodded.
I breathed out in relief. While I was excited to be in a new place with its own unique cuisine, I was always a somewhat picky eater, with a strong preference for comfort foods like pepperoni pizza. Trying mouse kebab on my second day was perhaps rushing it.
Esme had this relaxed smile on her face. She was still buzzing from what we’d done earlier. Seeing her so satisfied made me that much more satisfied, adding a layer of triumph on top of the pleasure.
The silence wasn’t awkward, either. We’d done something that allowed us to be more comfortable with each other. We’d broken through the ice in an explosive way. And we were only just getting started.
“Do you have places like this on your world?” she asked.
“I know they have hot springs in Japan — they call them onsens — not that I’ve ever been. Oh, and in Yellowstone Park, though those will boil you to the bone.”
“Such strange names. I’d like to visit your world, some day.”
“You might be disappointed. For all our technology, there’s nothing quite as cool as soul storage and soul cabins.”
“Really? So how do you bring your stuff with you when you travel?”
“We lug everything around in these big, wheeled cases.”
“Sounds inconvenient. Do you have a mount?”
“I do. But it runs on something called gasoline, and I can barely get it to turn on lately. Hunk of fucking junk. I was thinking of buying an electric mount, actually. Electricity is basically our magic.”
“Are you a master of electricity over there?”
I chuckled. “I suppose we call such people electricians. And no, I’m not one.”
“What were you?”
“I was a teacher.”
She gasped. “Incredible. I can’t believe it. No wonder Sherry chose you!”
“Why? It’s really nothing special.”
“Nothing special? In our world, teachers are revered as founts of knowledge and practitioners of selflessness. Just being given the opportunity to touch your teacher’s feet is a great honor. Sherry must’ve noticed how much you cared about your students. It must be why she chose you.”
Had she been watching me at school before she summoned the meteor that killed me and brought me here? I suppose I’d have to ask her whenever I saw her.
I grinned. “You’re my teacher here, aren’t you, Esme?”
“I suppose. Would you like to touch my feet?”
I wasn’t really into feet. Besides, I don’t think Esme meant it that way, despite the sly grin on her face.
“I’d like to touch every inch of you. Lick every inch of you. And I assuredly will, for dessert.”
Her cheeks reddened. “Yes, Master Remy.” Her words were drenched in innocence. It got me rock hard again.
The server brought our coffees in these hefty stone mugs. I took a sip: the bitterness really lingered, almost like Turkish coffee, though less punchy. Overall, I found my first caffeinated beverage in this strange, new world quite satisfying.
Sitting beneath the dim stars with the most beautiful woman I’d ever beheld, a sense of euphoria took me. I felt as if I were enjoying my honeymoon with someone I’d known my entire life, even though we’d just met yesterday.
The server brought Esme’s salad and my chicken nuggets. “Enjoy.”
I nibbled the edge of a nugget, fearing a culinary surprise. The breading had this tandoori flavor, like the grilled chicken I’d eaten at an Indian restaurant once. I devoured the entire thing. Not bad at all.
Esme took a big piece of lettuce, clumped some of the other colorful ingredients in there, then popped it into her mouth. There was no cutlery. Another thing I’d have to adjust to.
“Mmm.” She finished chewing. “How’s yours?”
I slurped some coffee. “I’m happy with it.”
“Want to try some of mine?”
“Sure.”
She clumped some salad in her hand and fed me. I chewed it slowly. The bizarre flavors burst onto my taste buds. Why pineapple? What was this spice that tasted like a chili copper coin? And who thought it was a good idea to add a gelatinous sauce that reminded me of blue Jell-o?
Worst of all, none of it made sense all mushed together in my mouth.
“Well?” Esme seemed so eager.
“It’s… uhh… “ I swallowed everything. “Maybe it’ll grow on me?”
“I’m sorry, Remy.” She pouted.
“I’m more used to eating bland stuff, to be honest.”
“Do you cook for yourself?”
“Of course. Eating out more than once a week is way too expensive. Can’t say I tried too hard to make my food all that interesting, though. I’m a simple man who likes simple flavors.”
“I’ve got a flavor for you to try, a little later.” Esme caressed my shin with her stocking-covered toes, then trailed higher toward my inner thigh. All my blood surged into my penis. My tip hit the underside of the table. The friction was almost enough to make me come.
I didn’t want to erupt like a volcano at dinner. I ought to think about other things, at least until dessert.
Esme smirked and retracted her foot. She refocused on her meal.
I lay down to catch my breath while Esme showered. Then I showered too, enjoying the waterfall that came out of the wall. After, we went to one of the restaurants in the resort, which was on a little dock that extended into the lake.
I realized then that I hadn’t asked her to take off her clothes during the blow job. I’d been so tired afterward, I’d foolishly forgotten to sneak a peek at her in the shower.
The thought that I hadn’t gotten to see her breasts and ass was honestly bothersome. What if I died this second? How could I forgive myself for not having seen her naked?
My desires were not wholly satisfied. I yearned for round two. I hoped we’d have plenty of time later tonight.
The things I wanted to do to her, to someone so willing and submissive, someone who wanted nothing more than to satisfy me… Let’s just say I doubted we’d be getting much sleep.
While the mystery remained, I could fantasize about what she looked like under that little skirt and thin shirt. What she’d put on after showering featured a darker shade of blue than her earlier clothes, which meant she had a wardrobe in her soul storage.
The server brought us two menus, which was just one page of parchment attached to a thin slab of stone. Ah, how nice to be in a place with physical menus. I despised having to scan QR codes whenever I went out to eat back on Earth. Hell, it was nice not having a phone and constantly being bothered by nonsense, or tempted to mindlessly scroll. I could fully focus on the moment, and the person I shared it with.
I glanced at the menu items. “Baked squirrel in verjuice sauce? Tofu-crusted jelly squid? What in the blue hell?”
Esme giggled in her utterly girlish way. “These are delicacies here.”
I scanned the menu looking for anything normal. Anything edible. “Mouse kebab with turnips! How the hell are mice a delicacy?”
“You don’t eat mice back on your world?”
“Not unless there’s a famine.”
Esme waved to the sever. “Can you get him a kid’s menu?”
“K-Kid’s menu?” I said.
The server handed me a smaller menu on a smaller stone tablet.
“Chicken n… oh thank the lord… chicken nuggets.” I let out a sigh of relief.
“Would you like the chicken nuggets, sir?” the server asked, clasping her hands.
I nodded. “Sure.”
“And what about you, miss?”
“I’ll take the pineapple and granola salad.”
“You’re going to eat salad for dinner? Really?”
Esme smirked. “How do you think I stay this fit?”
“By hunting monsters?”
“I also watch what I eat.”
“And what would you like to drink?” the server asked.
I hadn’t even looked at the drinks section of the menu. “Do you have coffee?”
“Of course, sir.”
“I’ll have the same,” Esme said.
Perfect. She wasn’t interested in sleeping tonight, either.
“Just to make sure,” I said, “by chicken, you mean the feathered animal that goes buck-buck-buck-buck.”
“Yes…” the server looked at me sideways. “Is there some other kind of chicken?”
“And coffee is a bitter, black drink that keeps you alert, right?”
The server nodded.
I breathed out in relief. While I was excited to be in a new place with its own unique cuisine, I was always a somewhat picky eater, with a strong preference for comfort foods like pepperoni pizza. Trying mouse kebab on my second day was perhaps rushing it.
Esme had this relaxed smile on her face. She was still buzzing from what we’d done earlier. Seeing her so satisfied made me that much more satisfied, adding a layer of triumph on top of the pleasure.
The silence wasn’t awkward, either. We’d done something that allowed us to be more comfortable with each other. We’d broken through the ice in an explosive way. And we were only just getting started.
“Do you have places like this on your world?” she asked.
“I know they have hot springs in Japan — they call them onsens — not that I’ve ever been. Oh, and in Yellowstone Park, though those will boil you to the bone.”
“Such strange names. I’d like to visit your world, some day.”
“You might be disappointed. For all our technology, there’s nothing quite as cool as soul storage and soul cabins.”
“Really? So how do you bring your stuff with you when you travel?”
“We lug everything around in these big, wheeled cases.”
“Sounds inconvenient. Do you have a mount?”
“I do. But it runs on something called gasoline, and I can barely get it to turn on lately. Hunk of fucking junk. I was thinking of buying an electric mount, actually. Electricity is basically our magic.”
“Are you a master of electricity over there?”
I chuckled. “I suppose we call such people electricians. And no, I’m not one.”
“What were you?”
“I was a teacher.”
She gasped. “Incredible. I can’t believe it. No wonder Sherry chose you!”
“Why? It’s really nothing special.”
“Nothing special? In our world, teachers are revered as founts of knowledge and practitioners of selflessness. Just being given the opportunity to touch your teacher’s feet is a great honor. Sherry must’ve noticed how much you cared about your students. It must be why she chose you.”
Had she been watching me at school before she summoned the meteor that killed me and brought me here? I suppose I’d have to ask her whenever I saw her.
I grinned. “You’re my teacher here, aren’t you, Esme?”
“I suppose. Would you like to touch my feet?”
I wasn’t really into feet. Besides, I don’t think Esme meant it that way, despite the sly grin on her face.
“I’d like to touch every inch of you. Lick every inch of you. And I assuredly will, for dessert.”
Her cheeks reddened. “Yes, Master Remy.” Her words were drenched in innocence. It got me rock hard again.
The server brought our coffees in these hefty stone mugs. I took a sip: the bitterness really lingered, almost like Turkish coffee, though less punchy. Overall, I found my first caffeinated beverage in this strange, new world quite satisfying.
Sitting beneath the dim stars with the most beautiful woman I’d ever beheld, a sense of euphoria took me. I felt as if I were enjoying my honeymoon with someone I’d known my entire life, even though we’d just met yesterday.
The server brought Esme’s salad and my chicken nuggets. “Enjoy.”
I nibbled the edge of a nugget, fearing a culinary surprise. The breading had this tandoori flavor, like the grilled chicken I’d eaten at an Indian restaurant once. I devoured the entire thing. Not bad at all.
Esme took a big piece of lettuce, clumped some of the other colorful ingredients in there, then popped it into her mouth. There was no cutlery. Another thing I’d have to adjust to.
“Mmm.” She finished chewing. “How’s yours?”
I slurped some coffee. “I’m happy with it.”
“Want to try some of mine?”
“Sure.”
She clumped some salad in her hand and fed me. I chewed it slowly. The bizarre flavors burst onto my taste buds. Why pineapple? What was this spice that tasted like a chili copper coin? And who thought it was a good idea to add a gelatinous sauce that reminded me of blue Jell-o?
Worst of all, none of it made sense all mushed together in my mouth.
“Well?” Esme seemed so eager.
“It’s… uhh… “ I swallowed everything. “Maybe it’ll grow on me?”
“I’m sorry, Remy.” She pouted.
“I’m more used to eating bland stuff, to be honest.”
“Do you cook for yourself?”
“Of course. Eating out more than once a week is way too expensive. Can’t say I tried too hard to make my food all that interesting, though. I’m a simple man who likes simple flavors.”
“I’ve got a flavor for you to try, a little later.” Esme caressed my shin with her stocking-covered toes, then trailed higher toward my inner thigh. All my blood surged into my penis. My tip hit the underside of the table. The friction was almost enough to make me come.
I didn’t want to erupt like a volcano at dinner. I ought to think about other things, at least until dessert.
Esme smirked and retracted her foot. She refocused on her meal.
