OUR DINING TOGETHER ..NIGHT TIME

I felt nervous about fixing our steak dinner...so many things could go wrong.  A rustic camp site is not the place to impress a lady as far as cooking is concerned.  I had brought six bottles of good wine over a small range of flavors and I would let her choose which one she liked best.  I rolled my sleeping bag out on the log which we could sit on.  This would make a softer seat for her.  I set every thing I needed on the hood of the car and started the fire.  I wanted the steaks to cook over a bed of coals...no flame.  I glanced at  my watch and she would be here in about twenty minutes.  The twenty minutes came and went; no Blythe.  I was surprised that she was late as she seemed to be Miss Proper.  After being half an hour late, I started to walk up to her camp.  I took two steps and I heard:  "Hi Dr. Bob"  I whirled around and she was sitting on a stump fifty feet away!  BLYTHE....How long have you been there ?  "Oh, I was right on time.....I enjoyed watching you work....I also enjoyed watching you pee...you were turned right towards me"   "YOU SAW THAT ?   "Bob, I am sorry and don't be angry with me...How do you expect me to close me eyes on something like that?"  She was wearing white shorts and a Black Tank Top....white tennis shoes,  She looked like a Nymph sitting there.  She got up and walked to me and put her hands on my shoulders.  "Bob, I can't help it, I love to tease you."   "You do?...I love your teasing, but it will take time for me to learn your tricks."  She laughed and then  the aroma of her...perfume came, teased my senses, and faded away.  "You look absolutely.....stunning." I said.  "Well thank you, you look nice too;    in your case, I think a suit would take away from the mischievous little boy ambience.....what can I do to help?"  We walked over and sat down on the log.  I rehearsed what I had done and needed to do.  I told her about the six wines and she would choose which one she liked best. In case she did not know, I told her about wine tasting ....in fact, I went over and got the wine glasses and we would have a demonstration.  I gave her one of the glasses and I had the other.  I set the six bottles in a row at our feet.  I told her about the wide range of tastes and preferences based upon what you are eating.  I also asked her how she like her steak and she said......"Some pink in the middle"  I told her the vegetables were cooked and were steaming slowly on the side, but the steaks made me nervous...."They are small in size but about two inches thick and it will be hard to manage the degree of pink in the middle."  She modestly revealed she liked to cook and she would do all the managing if I would like.  She reeled off some of her favorite dishes that she liked to prepare and it sounded like she was speaking in  French and Italian.  In short, Blythe was a gourmet  chef.  I then opened all six bottles and realized she was probably astute in wine tasting, but I thought I might amuse her in trying and maybe make it so clumsy, she might laugh.  I loved her giggles...so little girlish.  I poured a swallow of the first on the list and expained to her that it was proper to pour my glass first before hers and it seemed so anti polite to me, but that was the way it was supposed to be done.  She told me why it was proper:  "If there are any little pieces of cork in the bottle, the man would get it so the lady wouldn't."  I replied as sophisticatedly as I could:  "Oh"..    I poured her swallow and she swished it around in the glass and sniffed it.  Then she  took a small mouthful and swished it around in her mouth and spit it out.  "This looks rude and crude, but you must cleanse the palate before tasting another wine."  Then she took my water pitcher and poured a little in her glass and swished it around again and spit it out.  Now, her verdict:  "This tastes like Gnarly Head OVZ Merlot."  I looked at the label and she was right, but I did not see OVZ.  "What does OVZ mean?" I asked.  "Old Vine Zinfandel"....I said:   "Blythe....."    "Yes, Bob"    No need to taste all these,  You just look them over and taste all you wish, and pick one or two or three, I am going to put the steaks on."  "Gotcha"    I got the steaks out of the ice chest and unwrapped them.  I put them on a platter and the platter on the car hood.  All of the seasonings were on the hood too.  I shot a glance over at Blythe and she waved and smiled.  I beckoned her over and asked her to take over and I would just watch and learn.  She oblidged.  I will not detail the many procedure she did, but she did take over and every time I got up to help, she said  "Sit down, little boy"  I liked that...except that I worried if I would be a "little boy" in bed.  With all of my horniness and bold talk, I had never....".done it."  I wondered if she had....that question was bordering on invasion of privacy.  I imagined she had worn her shorts for me.  She wanted me to see her legs..and I surely did see them..in fact, I stared constantly at them.  They were so...lithe...and the way she moved them.  I shuddered at the thought that she might be very loose with her talents and to learn that would kill me.    I will not bore you with details of the dinner itself.  Needless to say, It was the best steak I had ever eaten.  We had some small talk during dinner.  Now, every thing had been put away and it was dark and a full Moon was out, and the stars were shining bright.  I asked her if she wanted me to put some logs on the bed of coals.  She said it might be nice as the flames were interesting to look at and they made "dancing shadows"  The several glasses of wine we had drunk with our dinner relaxed us.....,  I mean a glass from each of the  six bottles.  I put some nice logs on the fire and the dancing shadows lured us into a time of sharing of secrets......(to be continued)