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Justine climbed out of the shower and towelled herself off. Using another towel she squeezed the water out of her hair. After brushing her teeth and applying her deodorant, she went into her bedroom wondering what to wear. She put on a pair of black cotton bikini underwear first, but skipped the bra. She hated bras! She was lucky that her boobs were on the smallish side, and very perky, so she could often get away with it. She'd feel silly getting dressed up, but she still wanted to look nice. She settled on a pair of blue jeans she got last week and a sleeveless black blouse that was one of her favourites. The blue jeans were very flattering on her, emphasizing the curve of her hips and her shapely ass. The blouse was a kind of gauzy fabric, gathered under the bust, with a square neckline. It wasn't revealing, but fit Justine in all the right places to make the most of her figure. She looked at herself in the mirror not quite satisfied yet. 'Jewellery,' she thought. 'Not too much, but a little something....' She decided on plain silver hoop earrings, and her wide silver thumb ring. Standing back to once again look at herself in her mirror, she smiled. Her cheeks were pink with excitement! Her eyes were shining and her tousled auburn hair framed her face and flowed over her shoulders. She wasn't a great beauty, but with a little help she could turn a head or two. A little mascara and lip gloss and she was done. She took a deep breath and told herself to relax. But how could she? Tom fricking Hiddleston was coming to see her tonight and they would be sitting and talking to each other. Oh she had to stop thinking or she was going to go into panic mode.....again! Justine spun around, and headed to a little vanity table on the other side of her bed. She opened drawers until she found what she was looking for. A bottle of perfume. She opened it to see if it still smelled OK. It was a light floral and it still smelled beautiful. She dabbed a bit behind each ear, and again on each wrist. She put it back into the drawer, closed it and headed out of the bedroom.
Tiptoeing across the hardwood floor in her bare feet, she peeked in on Liam. He was fast asleep. All the excitement of today had exhausted him and so he was falling asleep in front of the TV by 7:30. Justine had woke her sleepy son and helped him to his bed. She was happy to see he was in a deep peaceful sleep. She walked quietly over to his bed and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Sweet dreams baby boy," she whispered.
Back in the kitchen Justine glanced at the clock. It was 8:45. She wasn't sure what to offer Tom to drink so did a quick inventory of her liquor and beer. She didn't keep a lot of booze in the house, but did have all the basics on hand. She got the Captain Morgans dark rum down and poured herself a shot. Drinking it down in one gulp, she closed her eyes and let the warmth of the rum go done her throat and radiate across her chest. Next, she set out a plate of chocolate chip cookies that she made that afternoon. She read once that Tom was famous for his love of sweets. In fact there was even a clip on You Tube of him sharing a cookie with Cookie Monster! Justine smiled to herself when she remembered watching it, how Tom handled that cookie, even smelling it! And then when he talked about delayed gratification! Oh God! Did he realize the innuendos he was making? Did he realize what he was saying if his words were used in another context? Justine wasn't sure he was completely oblivious to the double meaning of his words. But if he was, he was excellent at looking very innocent about it all. Let's just say Justine spent a few days lingering over the image of Tom and his cookie and his "delay gratification" lines! She forgot all about it until after she started baking the cookies today. And when she remembered, she actually blushed. She almost wasn't going to serve them, but decided she didn't want to start over with something else. She decided she could just play innocent just a well as Tom and so the cookies stayed.
About two minutes after nine, there was a soft rap on the screen door. Justine had her favourite Chris Isaak cd playing softly in the living room where she sat with a magazine waiting for Tom. Hearing 'Wicked Game' start as she crossed the floor made her smile. Tom was standing on the other side of the door with a bottle of Jamison in one hand and a bunch of wildflowers in the other. He gave Justine a bashful grin when she opened the door, surprised at Tom's gifts.
"Um, I guess it kind of looks like a date since I brought you flowers. I don't mean to be forward, but they were just so lovely. They're growing all around behind my trailer. And I thought it may have been a while since anyone brought you flowers." At that, Tom suddenly winced. "Oh love, I'm sorry, that didn't come out right. I'm sure you have lots of fellows who would bring you flowers...I just meant, you are very busy, with your farm and your son." Justine just stood there and let him go on. "I'm sorry Justine, that was rude of me....Aren't you going to say something?" Tom hesitated. " You're enjoying this aren't you?" And with that Justine burst out laughing.
Tom looked visibly relieved and smiled. "Oh God, now I'm the one who can't speak! Will you please forget everything I just said and accept these flowers from me to you? Lovely flowers for a lovely woman." Taking the flowers from Tom, Justine smiled and laughed and put her face into the blossoms to smell them. "Tom, they're gorgeous, thank you. And you're right. I don't actually know the last time a man gave me flowers. So don't be upset. It's true. Please come in."
Justine stood back opening the screen door wide. Tom stepped thru the door and onto the plank floor of the kitchen. Justine's kitchen was a simple county kitchen. Large, with tons of painted white cupboards and black and white speckled granite countertop. It wasn't fussy, but uncluttered and fresh looking. Justine enjoyed simplicity in all aspects of her house, it calmed her and took her miles away from the chaotic life she had with Paul.
"Let me find a vase real quick," Justine grabbed a vase from one of the bottom cupboards and filled it halfway with water. She set the flowers in it, and little set it on the table beside the plate of cookies. Tom had picked every kind of flower that was in bloom now Justine noticed.
"Tom, you've found my favourite, blue asters. I love them. And there's some Queen Anne's lace and daisies. I don't know the names of these others, but I love them all. Thank you so much, it's really sweet of you." Tom stood beside Justine watching her arrange the flowers in the vase. "It's my pleasure Justine."
"Hey, let me pour us a drink," Tom suggested.
"The glasses are right up there," Justine said pointing to the cupboard to the right of the sink. Tom took down 2 rocks glasses.
"Ice?," he asked.
"Yes please....the ice maker is on the front of the fridge."
Tom got the ice and poured three fingers of the whiskey in each glass, and handed one to Justine. Justine took a sip. "Mmmm, nice... " yes, I quite like it. Kind of my go to drink, something familiar," said Tom. "Where would you like to sit, inside or out?" Justine asked. "How about out?" Tom suggested, "It's so nice out right now." They headed out to the porch and sat on the porch swing, each tucking into a corner facing each other. The sun was slowly sinking in the western sky, turning the clouds shades of pink, yellow and blue and casting a warm glow across the porch. "Ah, just look at that sky, spectacular," Tom said. "It is, isn't? I'm so lucky to have such a great view from here, it's so relaxing. "So is this where you spend your evenings?" Tom questioned, with a gentle smile. "Well, I usually like to have my coffee out here after supper, with Liam. And sometimes it's a glass of wine once he's gone to bed. I love listening to the crickets and the toads. It can get really loud, actually...but I love it," Justine said with a smile. "Just listen now."
They both went silent. They could hear the crickets singing, and toads. (Authors note: To hear what Tom and Justine hear from her porch, the American Toad, most common in Ontario, cut and paste link onto your browser bar. I hear this every night in early summer just outside my window).
http://www.rsenviro.ca/storage/frogs/RC_AmericanToad.wav
"So those are toads?" Tom asked surprised. "Yes, they're just at the tail end of their mating season. The pond is already lined with hundreds of strings of eggs." "That is so absolutely cool!" said Tom. "Yes, it is! I love hearing them. I love falling asleep listening to them, it's so peaceful." Justine said wistfully. "It must be lovely." Tom and Justine talked for an hour or so, each having 2 more shots of the Jameson. Tom told Justine all about living in London, and Justine talking about Liam, and life on the farm. When the mosquito started to move in they headed into the house. They were feeling quite relaxed and comfortable now because of the whiskey.
"Another drink Tom?" Justine asked. "I'd love an tea Justine if that's no bother" "No bother at all. Have a seat then," Justine said motioning to the living room beside them.
The living room was inviting, a large overstuffed deep purple, velvet couch was in front of the large window. 2 comfy looking leather chairs sat by a white brick fireplace. A large colourful print of horses was above the fireplace, very modern with purples, blues and greens. Two lamps provided a pleasing glow in the room. The wooden floors creaked as Tom made his way over to the stereo in the antiques curio. The Chris Issas CD was still playing on repeat. "What a great CD," Tom said loud enough for Justine to hear him in the kitchen.
"Yes it's one of my favourites. " she called back. A moment later Justine appeared with the tea. "It's my go to when I'm not sure what to put on." Tom was looking at Justine's CD collection so she set his tea on a little hand painted wooden side table. "I hope you don't mind, I was just checking out what you like. You can tell a lot about someone by the CDs in their collection you know?" "Oh no. I'm in trouble now," Justine laughed. "But these are just a few in my collection, most of them are in here,". Justine motioned to the doors of the cabinet. "Well, let's see if I can tell anything about you by your CDs you have out." Tom shuffled through the CDs. Hmmmm....One Republic, Imagine Dragons, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Maroon 5.....Hedley, Roxy Music, Sia, Bryan Adams? Eminem? Hmmmm...Billy Talent? wow, this is unusual." "What?" asked Justine. Well, you seem to like mainstream but kind of diverge into stuff I wouldn't guess that you'd like....like Billy Talent." "Ha, well....I guess I just like stuff I can just feel a little loud with sometimes....." "Hmmm....that is very interesting," Tom said flicking his eyebrow suggestively at her. "Ha, ha....very funny! Well...I'm not giving all my secrets away!" Justine crossed her arms. With that Tom let out a big laugh. "Oh, so you're a screamer Love?" "It's good to be bad," Justine said with a wink. Tom let out another laughter..."you know that? That's awesome." "Yes...Liam and I watched all your Thor and Avengers movies right after we were told who the actors were that would be here. Tom looked pleased, "And?" "They were so good, so much fun! And you did an amazing job. The way you portrayed Loki, what a complex character. You gave him such dimension. You were the bad guy, but in that first Thor when you found out you were a Frost Giant, oh my God, the pain in your face....it was just such beautiful acting. It killed me! I just think anytime an actor can make you feel sorry for the bad guy...I mean...that's amazing acting" "Justine, you're too kind, really. But thank you. If I can get that response from an audience then I've done my job." "But really Tom, you're so talented. There's something about your acting that so pure, it's riveting," Justine confessed. "I like to think its because I spend a lot of time researching my characters personalities, their flaws, their strength. I always hope that pays off by reflecting onto the screen." Tom drank some of his tea. Oh the cookies! Justine jumped up and returned with the plate of chocolate chip cookies and the steeping teapot. She sat a little closer to Tom now, so she could refill their cups. "Cookies! Justine, I guess you've figured out my weakness is pudding. Ah, these look lovely. Did you make these?" "Yes, this afternoon. I hope they pass the test." Tom took a cookie and looked at it, turned it over and then, holy fuck, he put it to his nose and inhaled. "Mmmmmm....smells devine." "Hey....have you ever really experienced a chocolate chip cookie, i mean, really thought about it as you eat it." Justine gave him a confused look. "Here, let me show you." Tom turned to Justine, pulling one bent leg onto the couch. "Now close your eyes. I want you to feel the cookie," He put a cookie in her hand. "No peeking! Ok, describe the cookie to me." "Hmmmm," Justine thought about it. "It feels buttery, and....a little heavy, and rough on the underside, smooth on top. And I can feel the chips, they are kind of silky." "That's it!" said Tom, "now smell it." He held the cookie. She put her hands on top of his and guided the cookie to her nose. "Describe the smell for me," Tom said smiling. "It smells amazing, like a bakery...warm, intoxicating! I can smell the chocolate, it's seductively silky....and the cookie is buttery and sweet. It's like they are wrapped around each other..." "Whew...Justine...you're good. It's very sensual the way you describe things!" "Tom, I'm not trying to be...I'm describing a cookie!" Justine said. "Ok, ok, I believe you....kinda," Tom said laughing. Justine smiled. "Ok....keep your eyes closed. Now trust me on this. Open your month." "Can I trust you?" Justine asked with a smile. "Yes...I promise..." Tom broke a piece of cookie off...."open your mouth darling." Tom gently set a piece of the cookie on Justine's tongue. "Don't chew it yet. Just feel it on your tongue. Now describe it for me." Tom told her. "Mmmm, sweet, rough, crumbly, I can taste the brown sugar." "OK, now slowly chew it. What do you taste?" Tom waited as Justine slowly chewed the cookie. "Mmmm...more crumbs, but they are dissolving on my tongue. Oh, I can taste the chocolate now. They're cooler than the cookie, but creamy, sweet....". Justine waited for Tom's response. She opened her eyes and Tom's face was inches from hers. He was looking at her so serious. "Now, is it the best chocolate chip cookie you've ever had?" Justine slowly nodded and swallowed the cookie. Tom leaned closer and brushed some crumbs from her lips with his thumb. His hand gently cupped her chin and he leaned in to kiss her. It was just a gentle brushing of his lips, and he moved to her jaw. Gentle kisses...with his arm around her waist he pulled her closer. Tom trailed his tongue along her neck then kisses and nibbled her collarbone. Justine's head fell back and she groaned, pushing her fingers thru his hair. Tom suddenly pulled Justine up onto his lap, with one arm. He had her cradled in his arms, her legs stretched out on the couch, and dipped his head down to kiss her lips again. This time they were stronger, more urgent. Tom's tongue traced Justine's bottom lip and Justine opened her mouth to encourage him on. Their kiss became much deeper, their tongues entangling, probing each other's mouth. Tom's hand that was across Justine's lap and resting on her hip slowly worked it's way up her rib cage. Tom tentatively brushed Justine's breast, waiting for a rejection. When he got none, his touch became firmer, cupping her breast, using his thumb to rub her erect nipple. He groaned into Justine's mouth...and then smiled. "Hmmm?" Was all Justine could manage.
You're not wearing a bra," Tom said breathily, smiling in the glow. "Mmmm...I hate bras...." "Oh God, Justine.....fuck, you're gorgeous babe."
And with that he dove his tongue into her mouth again. He was now working his hand under her blouse. Justine could feel his hardness under her legs. This was pure bliss. She was so wet now and her breathing was coming faster, as was Tom's. Justine pulled back from Tom, "wait."
She reached her buttons on her blouse and undid them all . Tom gently pulled her blouse open exposing Justine's chest, her breasts jutting out, nipples a rosy pink and erect. "Justine, you're perfect." Justine blushed shyly. It'd been 3 years since she had been with anyone. It felt sooooo good on Tom's lap, wrapped in his arms....Tom lowered his head and twirled his tongue around her nipple. Justine shuddered, it felt so good. She could feel it right down to her clit. Tom put his whole mouth on her nipple, his mouth hot and wet and oh so fucking glorious. Justine thought she was going to cum right then and there! Tom lifted his head again and kissed her. His hand kneeding first one breast, then the other, squeezing and rubbing each nipple.
"Mmm...so beautiful," he was murmuring into her ear now....."God, you feel so good under my hand." They both clung to each other tightly. Tom's hands roamed Justine's breasts, stomach, and down her hips to her ass. Groaning and squeezing her butt cheek. "Justine, you're so beautiful. I've wanted to do this from the moment I set eyes on you." Tom pulled back slightly to look at Justine. "Really Tom? I feel the same about you. Why do you think I was falling all over myself? I'm just..just...." "What love?" "I just never imagined you would like a woman like me. I'm not anything special." "Justine! Don't ever say that!" Tom was incredulous. "You're spectacular! You're like the wild flowers I brought you. Your beautiful hair, how the breeze catches stray wisps and the sun glints off it like the sunset." "Tom, you are so romantic! No one has ever spoke like that to me!" "Seriously? Well they should have!" Tom pulled Justine up to a sitting position, but still had her legs draped over him. "You face is exquisite. Your skin is the colour of peaches and cream....and the sun has given you a smattering of freckles. Your eyes are a beautiful blue, like pale glacier water, with long feathery lashes. Your lips, oh your lips. Sweet and just a little pouty....I couldn't stop thinking how it would be to kiss them...to taste your mouth, wondering what it would taste like....It turns out it tastes like chocolate chip cookies." At that, Justine laughed, and tucked her head into Tom's neck. "Tom, you're embarrassing me....but I love it. Thank you. I've never had anyone speak so eloquently to me. That was beautiful." "Well I meant every word Justine." Justine looked up at Tom's face, his fucking gorgeous amazing face. Was she dreaming? She was sitting in Tom Hiddlestons lap, she had just made out with him, their tongues in each other's mouth and she lay there with her blouse wide open, feeling the heat of his gaze as his eyes ran over her breasts. 'I have to be dreaming,' she thought as her fingers played with the little curls of hair on his chest....Justine gave his chest a little pinch.
"Oh...what was that for?" Tom jumped. "Nothing," Justine laughed, "just checking something."