Free Helpless by H. Ward Page A

soaked them in dye.  I insisted that they get ones that smelled really good.  They certainly did a great job, didn’t they?”
                  Again, I just nod. 
                  “Well, I wanted you to know that I had been thinking of you longer than it took to walk into a store and buy some jewelry.  I wanted you to remember this as a special night.  I want you to know that I really like you.”
                  I nod.
                  “Did I actually surprise you?”  Jason hugs me tight.  He is pleased with himself.  I am too.  I snuggle in as our capsule is slowly rising up in the air.  I pop my shoes off and tuck my legs up on the bench. 
                  “Say, the soft blanket and the roses…how did you get them in the very capsule we happened to get into?  This place is busy all day long.”
                  “I pulled some strings.  I had this capsule cleaned out and set up for us about an hour ago.  I rented it for the whole evening.  Then you missed me wave a few people ahead of us to make sure we came up to this one.”
                  Ah, nice touch. 
                  The wheel starts to go in continual motion now; all the spots must be full.  We rise into the dark night sky and the city is purely magical below us.  I let out a sigh. 
                  “Beautiful, isn’t it?”  Jason responds to my sigh. 
                  I’m starting a new trend, I just nod.
                  I feel two of his warm, large fingers on my jaw.  He turns my head and tilts it to face him.  He is staring hard into my eyes.  My stomach flops.  I can feel tingling and warmth deep inside me.  There is no mistaking what his look means and there is no mistaking the instant response that my body gives that look.
                  He must feel my body has gotten warmer under his touch.  He leans forward and gives me a warm and lingering kiss.  He pulls back and gives me that same deep look.  I know I have left my lips slightly parted, suddenly I realize I am not breathing.  My lips twitch into a smile as I hiss in some breath.  Before I can say anything smart, he is kissing me again.
                  Now with more passion.  I part my mouth for him and our tongues brush and circle.  I turn my body so I can press fully against his chest and we deepen our kiss.  My hands are running along his back and pushing his solid body against me.  He pulls me onto his lap so we are pressed against each other all along our fronts.
                  His hands move along my dress.  The silky material moves up with his petting.  My legs are bared now, all the way up.  His hands move to flesh and I actually shake in pleasure at feeling him lightly rub and then grip my upper thighs. 
                  We are in a semi-public spot, so we hold it at this level of heat and desire for the rest of the ride.  As the ride starts to stop and then jerk and stop again, indicating the ride is over and we need to actually get out of our cozy capsule, we pull apart with sweet kisses.  I smooth my dress while he still watches me with that deep and intent-filled stare.  He is not smiling, he is fighting desire.  I like that a lot.  It has just soothed my inner voice; I am just here in this moment soaking in being desired and beautiful.  But this is more than a grope in a strange bedroom.  This guy knows me and is looking me right in the eye.  The other old horny guys are just interested in touching what the English call naughty bits.  Just touching me because I am pretty.  They never know anything real about me, not even my name.  My slutty name is Leah.  I want Jason to start to call me Natalie from now on.  Now how am I going to explain that to him? 
                  My thoughts stop as we kiss again and he hands me the roses to hold