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I Hate Goodbye Ch. 01

By: earlkrementz



I walked toward Marilane's office. I couldn't believe she was actually transferring to Europe. It had taken a while to get to know her but it was worth it. She's smart, articulate and glib. I like her and I remember what an old colonel mentor of mine in the Army once said, 'man who dip pen in company ink get blot on service record.' I kept everything semi-personal with Marilane (pronounced 'mar' 'ee lane' not Mary lane). I tapped on her door and she looked up immediately, "Oh Mitchell I'm so glad you came by!"

"I can't believe you're deserting me," I teased her as she came from behind her desk and hugged me tightly.

"Stop it...you're gonna make me cry."

"I want you to miss me. I like being friends with you and seeing you every day."

She wasn't given to drama. Her face was expressive and beautiful; deep caramel highlighted with full lips and deep brown eyes that sparkled when she smiled. Her skin was smooth and silky like a teenager and belied her true age of 'late-forty- something' as she was prone to say.

We sat in the overstuffed chairs in front of her desk and as we sat she took my hand in hers, "You're a dear friend and I'm gonna miss seeing you every day too, our chats; I'll never forget your generous help when I couldn't see the trees for the mathematical forest," she got quiet and looked at our hand holding, "but mostly just being a friend. Can I call you? Europe is so far away. I hate this part of it -- I won't be able to have an afternoon Snickers bar with you..." she chattered away nervously for some very strange reason...I'd not seen her like this.

I smiled, "Yeah, yeah you say that to all the 'old guys' just to make us feel better." 

I smiled at her and she teared up, shaking her head, softly disagreeing through tight lips, "No I don't...you're different." She looked at me and I almost believed her. She had a faraway place in her eyes begging to be visited but I couldn't so I let it rest. 

We sat quietly for a few moments holding hands when our shared assistant, Janice Barnwell, came to the door, "Ms. Walsh, Mr. Frisch wants to make sure you're coming down for your reception in ten minutes."

She nodded, "Thank you Janice, please tell him I'll be there." She turned her attention back to me, "Won't you please come? I know you hate good byes and all the corporate bullshit but for me won't you please come?"

I tightened my lips as I thought through it and relented, "Yeah damnit, but for you alone." I resigned myself to this one soiree since it was Mari. This is when I wished I'd kept my Kevlar gear. I stood, "We'd better go before the CFO gets twisted out of shape."

Mari shocked me and threw herself on my neck, "Thank you!"

I sputtered, "You're welcome..."

Every eyeball in the reception turned toward us as we appeared in the doorway. I held back a bit to let Mari walk in ahead of me since she was the honoree of this well-deserved promotion -- she was, in fact, corporate royalty and I was a late-comer to the corporate world vis-à-vis my twenty year Army career. She was gregarious, beautiful and one of the most successful women around -- black or otherwise. I'm white, quiet and extremely competent in statistical methodology -- a skill in high demand but not very glamorous -- one of those essential but non-streetable professions that're not talked about in polite company as is Mari's much heralded profession in financial management.

The corporate gatherings were toxic waste dumps as far as I was concerned and I really hated having to smile through the exercise. Fortunately, Gerard Frisch, the CFO (chief financial officer), was a tolerable fellow who knew when he needed expertise -- he was more than competent and he was also Mari's champion at the top and that was a good thing because one day Mari would be CFO -- she was that good. Frisch walked toward me and extended his hand extended as he got closer, "Mitchell I'm surprised to see you but glad Mari coaxed you out from behind forecasting models."

"Thanks Gerard. She had to do some arm twisting..."

"This promotion for her is long overdue," he conceded.

"I agree with you -- you did the right thing in a world where it is nearly impossible to do the right thing," I smiled to him.

"That's high praise coming from you..."

"It's the truth Gerard. Please watch her back for me," I stared into his eyes - he knew I meant it. I wasn't always a forecasting expert. My military background was airborne infantry operational command. I'd had enough after twenty so I retired in the primary zone for full colonel. I liked commanding soldiers not for the power but because airborne infantry soldiers are very special and to be their commander is an honor granted to only a few.

"You do know I'll watch her..." more of a question than a statement.

I nodded, "I know you will -- thank you."

"May I ask you something personal Mitchell?"

I shrugged, "Sure."

"Did you two ever date?" I didn't answer. I stared at him and he finally nodded, "Got it. I wish a few more of our managers and officers around here were as discreet and honorable as you and Mari."

"You're at the top Gerard. Do something about it," I smiled and encouraged him. "I'm behind you on that one but you've got the juice to get it done."

He stuck out his hand and shook mine genuinely, "Thank you. Again -- high praise from you. I hope I can always live up to your standards of behavior."

"You have to be true to your own standards -- my standards are mine alone and I don't expect anyone to adopt them...it's our responsibility everywhere and anywhere we are to act with integrity and character," I had held forth too long and said too much so I smiled and walked away to get closer to the exit leaving Gerard still standing there.

After about forty minutes I was getting antsy to leave when I felt this hand slip around my arm then the soft, sweet voice of Mari made me smile, "Let's blow this popcorn stand."

I turned to face her as others watched from a little ways away. Our assistant smiled to us and I put my ginger ale on the nearest tray, "Roger that," and headed toward the exit. We both knew the drinking would go on for a while and we didn't want to be around it.

"How about I buy you supper Mitchell?"

She shocked me, "S-Sure...I'd love that!" I blurted out my response.

"I need to grab my purse and lock my office," she smiled.

"I need to turn off the PC and put away some files so I'll meet you in your office in a few," I returned her smile and gave her a wink -- I never do shit like that. I just did though...what the hell?

As I was closing down everything Mari appeared in my doorway, "I'm ready." She smiled a little sideways smile, "Did you wink at me a minute ago?"

My face got hot, "Yeah I did. You seemed to need a little tenderness tonight."

She walked over to me like a little girl walks with her purse in front of her, holding onto the strap with both hands looking at her hands and when she got in front of me behind my desk she dropped her purse on the floor and threw her arms around my midsection, "I did and do need a little tenderness." It sounded as though she was tearing up. Leaving the city you've always known and your family is tough but also leaving a building full of workmates can be intimidating having to reestablish your work patterns and relationships.

I squeezed her to me, "You got all the tenderness you want you don't even have to ask."

She breathed out, "Thank you Mitchell darling."

That was a first. What the hell was going on here? Not that I was opposed to the way she was acting and talking but she's never like this. I didn't push it or argue the point or ask where that came from. I kissed her forehead, "Let's go get some food away from this madding crowd."

We released our hold and she took my hand as I locked my door. Another first. I had no idea where this was headed but I was good with it. She tightened her grip on my hand as we walked toward the parking garage, "How does Thai food sound?"

I smiled, "I like Thai food."

She grinned, "I think you like those beautiful Thai women."

"Guilty. But then you know I like dark women so that's not much of a stretch..."

"I know...you make me jealous when you watch them and your eyes light up..."

"Right. You got all the guys you want panting around you like dogs at a butcher shop door and you're busting my chops about a few beautiful Thai women that I admire from afar..."

"See! That's what I mean you bait me knowing full well that makes me jealous..." she acted as though she was jealous...

"Sure you say that now but thirty years from now when we're an old married couple you'll wish you'd let one of those Thai women make off with me..."

She laughed hysterically, "Bullshit! I'm watchin' you from now on..."

"You're bailin' out on me...you'll be in merry old England and I'll be here with all the black-haired, dark-skinned babes..."

She squeezed my hand hard, "Don't tease me like that..." 

"You're gonna meet a good lookin' Brit guy, get married have a busload of little Maris and forget all about me..."

"Not interested..."

"Uh huh...he'll lick his eyebrows, you'll faint dead away and it'll be all over..."

She laughed loud and long, "I'd faint dead away if a man could even touch his nose with his tongue..."

I grinned at her as we neared the garage so I asked her, "Shall we take my truck?" Knowing it would be easier for her to get into her beamer. 

"Sure but you're gonna hafta help me in...this skirt is tight."

We got to the truck and I opened her door -- she tried putting her foot on the step rail but just couldn't make the turn so I lifted her at the waist and she hopped backwards giving me a clear view of her pantyhose covered crotch. Didn't see much.

She teased me, "Did you get a peek?"

"Nah...too well covered."

We could trade remarks without fear of being misinterpreted or treated like a double entendre. She feigned surprise, "Want another try?"

I played, "Sure but let's eat first..."

That really got her attention. There was something in this exchange that was going differently from our others. Her playfulness had shifted to sensuality with a coyness that was very interesting. I liked it. The drive went quickly to our favorite Thai restaurant. We were friends with the owner, Mike (his Thai name is Mongkut). He found a table for us in his crowded Midtown eatery - popular with the upwardly mobile types.

As we waited on our food she smiled and asked, "So can you touch your nose with your tongue."

I smiled and touched my nose with my tongue, "Any other requests?"

Her skin got blotchy red around her neck and cheeks -- she wasn't kidding as she fanned her face, "Damn!"

Our food came and our conversation took a decided personal tone as Mari tearfully concluded, "I'm missing you already Mitchell. My decision to go was tainted by not seeing you."

"I won't tell you not to go..." 

"Mitchell I just wish this was easy," she chattered on.

I stopped eating and watched her face carefully as she talked, "I'll miss you too Marilane. You know I don't have much time for the corporate types except for you. I guess Gerard is the only other one I really respect."

She nodded, "I know but it's different with us isn't it?"

"Yes," was all I could get out without being conspicuously maudlin.

She picked at her food as we talked and finally she let it out, "Let's go to my place. I need to be alone with us."

I thought about it for a few seconds, "This place is a bit noisy and crowded tonight..."

I paid the bill and we left - riding in silence to her beautiful, top of the building condo; with its wrap around view -- a luxury she allowed herself. We rode the elevator holding hands and not speaking. As we neared the thirtieth floor she handed me her key and we exited into her foyer where I turned off the elevator access and then unlocked the door. She took a few steps inside and turned to face me, "Mitchell I've wanted to be alone with you like this ever since we met ten years ago."

"We've been alone before Mari..."

"No. Not with the way I feel right now. Not like this," she put her arms around me and put her chin on my chest. I couldn't resist her coyness or her forwardness so I kissed her sweet, soft lips in our very first, passionate kiss. Our tongues flicked each other's tongue and we could feel the heat rising between us as our kiss became more wanton and lusty. It was a long, sensuous kiss. One that had been missing between us for ten years but neither took the risk of starting it. 

We parted and stared into one another's eyes, "You're so beautiful Mari. That was even better than I expected..."

"Mitchell I adore you and want to make love to you..."

"Are you sure you want to go down this path?" I watched her eyes waver a bit but she knew what she wanted as I did.

She led me by the hand to the Cabrera leather sofa with its panoramic view of the city. She picked up the remote and started the gas fireplace. We sat with her snuggled against me, "Mitchell I know how my family feels about white folk. Even though this is the 1999 nothing has changed for them since Reconstruction. Momma and Daddy, Arkel, Arleta, Hammet and Darla love you to pieces...I just don't know how they'd act if they knew we were intimate." She held our hands out, "It's not like there isn't some white heritage in our family tree...it's just...well..."

"It's hard to do something that goes against what you've been raised to believe isn't it?" I could feel the hesitancy in her words and the tension in her body, "You know I'm a southerner just like you and I don't have a problem with a woman's race...but then my family doesn't have a history of being slaves -- our ancestral family was poor and fought on the side of the Union which made them outcasts for a while. It doesn't give me any privilege nor should it garner contempt but we weren't very well liked because of our Yankee heritage -- we were traitors and now you're on the verge of being called a 'race traitor.' Feels awful doesn't it?"

She nodded as she kicked her shoes off, "Yes. Confession time. I've never kissed a white guy."

"How was it for you?" I teased her.

"Stop it...I'm scared to death right now..." 

Tears streaked down her face and I quickly took her easily into my lap, "I didn't mean to hurt you..."

She panted in her breath, "You didn't...I'm just scared."

"We don't have to do this..." 

She raised her head off my chest and kissed me slowly. Her tongue snaked into my mouth with heat and passion. I kissed her long and hard my tongue lashing her mouth, tongue and teeth as our lips melted under the heat of our longest and most blistering kiss. We broke our kiss I could feel my heart racing, her nostrils were flared and her eyes were wild, "Oh God. Mitchell I have to have you I can't live another minute without feeling your naked body between my legs..."

We kissed again as I began exploring her body with my hands while she panted and sucked on my tongue alternating trying to speak with trying to get undressed. I slid my hands under her suit jacket and found bare skin as she moaned under our kiss. I began massaging her lower back working my way slowly up to her bra hooks reviving the lost art of unhooking a bra with one hand shocking her as her ample, fleshy breasts were freed while my other hand began unbuttoning the front of her jacket. We'd reached the point of no return as I lifted her arms and pulled her jacket free, watching her beautiful tits fall out of her bra as it dropped to her waist and she shucked it free. I lifted her titties and admired their beauty, then leaned forward and sucked the nearest nipple into a hard nib then turning my attention to the other tit I squeezed the hard nipple and suckled the other one, slurping and lapping like a dog at a bowl as she lay back on the sofa. 

She began pulling on my necktie knot and I was trying to tug her zipper open and we finally fell onto one another laughing, "Hell this should be simple..."

"I know!! Let's go to my bedroom," we stood and her clothes began slipping down as the zipper did get opened. She started laughing and turned to me, "How did you do that?"

"I don't know...you make me crazy, woman..."

She stepped out of her skirt and left it on the floor and I followed her to the platform bed in the middle of the turret-style window with another panorama of the city -- stunning and sensual. I caught up with her and lifted her easily into my arms as she wrapped hers around my neck and began our kissing again. I found the edge of the mattress and lay her down, hooking my fingers in her panty hose waistband sliding them down with little effort bringing her thong with them revealing her pussy hairs shaved into a heart. I looked up at her and smiled, "Really?"

"I've been planning this for a while..."

"Mari...I...I...well..."

"Shhh," she leaned up and put her finger on my lips, "I've been shaved since Christmas when you got stranded in that damned snowstorm in Vienna and I couldn't get to you..."

"That's why you kept calling me wondering when the flight was leaving..."

Her skin flushed hot and splotchy red, "Guess I'm pretty brazen huh?"

"Not at all, I'm very blessed to have someone care this much for me. We've always felt like sanctuary...an oasis in the worst of the corporate desert."

She pulled me toward her and I kissed her hard and passionately, she was squeezing my ass cheeks as she spread her thighs letting me between them...my dick got hard instantly. She was naked and I was fully clothed. She reached between us and unzipped my pants pulling on my hard dick. I stood up while she held onto my dick and then deftly sucked me into her mouth trying to swallow me all the way down her throat, she gagged and gulped some air and swallowed hard. I felt my dickhead at the back of her throat as she rolled her tongue around the shaft, "Oh gawd Mari! That...is...fucking wonderful...awww...yeah."

Then she pulled off my dick, "Let's get you naked..." 

I undid my tie and threw it across the room, unbuttoning my shirt while Mari undid my pants and yanked down my briefs, stopping to squeeze and massage my balls, my dick wagging in her face...she was very skilled slowing to kiss my dickhead while she busied herself. I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my socks then pushed her backwards on the bed with a squeal, "Mitch!"

"Lay back Mar, I want to taste your pussy," I slid my hand down to feel her soaking wet pussy, "damn Mar you're soaking wet..."

"Mitch just fuck me let's not play..."

I knelt down on the floor between her thighs and buried my face in her pussy. I pushed my 'athletic tongue' into her hot, wet cunt wiggling and twisting it until she squealed, "Ahhh...damn...now...dick...give me your...dick..."

I kept licking and swabbing out her pussy as she began getting into the rhythm giving up sexual control. She was used to being in charge and this wasn't going her way. She tasted wonderful as she kept pouring out pussy juice...I licked as fast as I could but it pooled a bit under her ass and she began moaning and rocking her smooth pussy against my chin, nose and tongue harder and harder until she rocked up letting out a wail, "OHHHH GAWD!!!!! CUMMING!!!" Her body collapsed backward, her hands on my head, her fingers buried in my hair. I got up keeping my tongue on her belly I traced a wet line through her heart-shaped pubes to her beautiful, abundant titties with their dark aureoles and hard nipples, her skin had flushed a deeper caramel with the blood flooding her skin. My dickhead pressed against her pussy and she reacted instinctively drawing her legs up smiling, "Yeah, now'd be good..." I pushed my dickhead inside her deep folds at the entrance and then lifted the head up and down her clit. She sat up quickly, watching my dick getting ready to slide into her belly, "I wanna watch this baby," she was breathless...


I Hate Goodbye Ch. 01



She grabbed my upper arms as I pressed my dick into her cunt, she gasped as we watched my dick slide balls deep into her in one motion, "Oh yeah Mar that is beautiful..."

Her legs went tight around the back of my legs and I began pumping my dick hard into her belly, my balls slapping against her ass crack and cheeks. I don't know how I got to pumping her so fast and hard but she was grunting and rutting like a craven animal, "fuck meeee...damn you and your big white dick...."

It didn't take but a few more strokes before we both exploded in orgasm...she stopped rocking and pitching and I kept pumping. I thought my heart was gonna explode as my load shot into her belly like a volcanic eruption. I tried to pull out and she held onto me tightly - legs and arms pulling me toward her, our lips locked on and branded each other with our kiss...damn...my ass kept pumping it'd been a year or more since I'd gotten laid but this was more than a fuck...this was passion and I didn't know what we were going to do with it...she was leaving in a few days.

We lay back finally - her wrapped and tangled in me and me in her. I breathed out, "Jeez Mar you are such a wonderful lover. I've never felt so fulfilled in my life..."

"Mitchell I've never made love to a white guy...I know I shouldn't feel this way but I'm scared something will happen..."

"Like what?"

"I don't know...I know I have some jungle fever...fact is it's pretty bad right now -- watchin' your big, white dick go into my black pussy made me cum so hard but I get panicky that...well...I don't know..."

"You afraid your family, friends and other black folk will shun you, treat you like trash maybe even hate you for being a turncoat?"

She nodded, "Yes. I'm so ashamed to feel this way."

"How do you feel about me?"

She looked into my eyes, holding her bottom lip with her upper teeth. She let her tears flow, "I almost turned down this promotion because I wouldn't see you."

"Was that because I'm white or because I'm Mitchell?"

She nodded, "I know it makes no sense..."

I kissed her forehead, "Yes it does. Our being intimate and making love just now breaks all the taboos you've ever known. Of course it makes sense. We've sort of been corporate husband and wife the past ten or so years..."

"That's what Janice calls you...my husband," she smiled.

I laughed, "Janice is a sweetheart. She's like a mother hen with us isn't she?"

"She adores you. Whenever you leave her desk or you come around when we girls are together she watches you go out of sight," she rubbed my bare chest.

"You're embarrassing me...she's a sweet young woman," my face was hot.

"Who adores you...she told me that if I wasn't around that she'd go after you," her words were matter of fact.

"First of all she's too young, second she works for me and third well there aren't three reasons...she is a beautiful young woman but that won't happen -- she knows it and I know it and now you know it -- don't you?" I watched her eyes.

She nodded, kissing my chest, whispering, "Mitchell please hold me..." She snuggled against my chest and I pulled the soft cotton sheets up over her bare shoulders and ever so softly, "I do love you."

Her words squeezed my heart and caused a shiver to course through me. I whispered, "I've loved you for a very long time."

"Mitchell I don't understand why your ex-wife walked away from you. As a lover...wow and as a man...you're so damned honorable and painfully honest. Just what the hell is wrong with that woman?"

I just shook my head.

"Sorry for breaking the rule, I know you won't talk about her...well, I'm glad she walked away because I wouldn't have been able to get this close to you..." She turned under my arm, wiggling up to eye level, and then planted a soft kiss on my cheek, and stroked my hair...we drifted off to sleep.

Around 0300, I woke and looked at clock, thinking, 'Damn, I need to get home and get ready for work.'

Mari felt me moving around, "What time is it?" she asked groggily.

"3," I kissed her forehead as she wrapped her arms around me, "don't go..."

"I don't want to...I have to...early meeting with Frisch this morning," I grumbled.

"Yeah forgot about that...where's he's sending you this time?"

I shook my head, "I dunno...wherever it is it will be away from you and I hate that..."

Mari raised up out of the sheets like a phoenix, wrapping her body around me, kissing my neck and shoulder, "I know...damn it anyway...it's bad enough I'm going away but this too...shit! I'll get cleaned up and go with you since my car is in the garage..."

I nodded, "Sure. I'd like that...everyday like that'd be good..."

Her face grew sullen, "I know...for me too..."

We moved quickly to her bath and showered in the full-body rainforest shower. We didn't play much our corporate brains functioned and we were on autopilot. We made the short drive to my place where I shaved and changed clothes while Mari folded some egg white omelets for us. We ate quickly and rode to the office. I dropped her off at her car and went to park in my usual spot as though we were just arriving at work from differing directions. I don't think we were fooling anyone. We met in the elevator as though we hadn't seen each other since yesterday. We both blushed a little, as we went our separate ways toward our offices. 

My telephone was ringing as I unlocked the door. "Mitchell Worley speaking. Sure I can be there in about four or five minutes Gerard. No problem. See ya then." I grabbed a notepad and my Palm Pilot and headed toward the 23rd floor where the deep breathers were ensconced. Gerard's office was near the elevators so I was in his office quickly. 

"Mitchell, good to see you."

"Good to see you too Gerard. How late did the soiree last?"

He chuckled, "Until the free booze ran out..."

I nodded, "Figures...cheap-ass accountants..."

"You got that right..." he motioned to the conference table and we sat down. He poured us coffee and got right to it. "Okay here's what I need you to do. You're going to the division office in London for a month to work with their analysts to get their forecasting models synched up with yours...plus you and Marilane need time together..." 

His words shocked me. I stared at him almost dropping my coffee cup, "wha..."

He grinned, "C'mon colonel you two are the only ones who think the world doesn't know you're in love." 

My face got hot and red, "Damn. Does Mari know this?"

"No and no one's going to tell her including you. Katherine has your travel arrangements made. Go home, get packed, the driver will pick you up at 11 a.m. Don't tell Mari. Just say that 'asshole' Frisch shoved you out of town today. Got it?"

I nodded, "Yeah, thank you-you got me on this one..."

"You're gonna pick her up at the airport on Thursday when she arrives," he was full of himself.

"Is this your doing?"

"No, no! I'm not that good. Your assistant and mine did this. They're dangerous you know."

"No shit..."

He stood up, "Go kiss her goodbye and get your shit packed and have fun and they do need that forecast model synched up -- this isn't a play date."

"You know me Gerard..."

"Just kidding Mitchell...breathe out now..." he put his hand out. I shook it and thanked him. The walk to the elevator went quickly. 

When I got to my office Janice was waiting for me with a wry grin, "Hi Mitchell."

"You and Katherine are sweet, thank you for caring about us," I smiled to her and she came to me quickly and hugged me.

"I love you and Marilane so much," she whimpered.

"Thank you sweet lady. I love you too," I held her tightly as Mari appeared from her office and saw us. Her mouth hung open. I motioned her over.

"You two look cozy," Mari said rather sharply.

"I'm gonna miss you both," Janice blurted out.

Mari had a strange look on her face, "What do you mean us 'both'?"

I rescued Janice, "Frisch is sending me off to 'fix' a forecasting update that isn't working so I have to leave this afternoon..." 

She shook her head, "Vienna, right?"

"Who else?"

"So how long?" 

Janice excused herself, "Bye y'all -- call me if you need me."

"At least two weeks which means I have to say good bye right now - damnit!"

"Do you have time to come to my office?" her voice was tiny and hurting.

"Of course baby."

I followed her into her office as she closed the door, she grabbed onto my suit jacket sleeve and I turned to see her face clouding up, alligator tears rolling down her cheeks so I took her into my arms and kissed her, "Oh baby I'm sorry I have to leave so quickly. I wanted to wake up with you and take you to the airport..."

"I know...this is so sudden...it took ten years for me to get up enough courage to do something about us and now..."

My heart was breaking, I wanted to tell her but I swore I wouldn't, "I'll be on the continent anyway so...who knows how the weekend goes? We'll find a way"

She took a deep breath and pushed back a little bit, nodding her head, "I'm gonna brain Gerard."

"You can't. You'll go to jail and I won't get to see you but once a month..."

She started laughing, "Stop it...you know what I mean..."

"I know...he has some challenges to overcome worldwide and right now we're the challenge solvers...we'll find a way." We held each other for a while and kissed a few long, slow, steamy kisses before I broke us apart, "I'd better go..." I held her hands, looked into her limpid pools of brown, "I love you."

She cried again, "I know, I know...I love you too sweet man. I'll call you when I get to London." We kissed once more and I left to collect my PC, brief case and notes. The ride home was ragged. I know what the company needed and what Gerard did, but playing a surprise on Mari might take its toll on her and on her relationship with Gerard. I would have one day to get settled in London and start their problem solution before I had to meet Mari at the airport. I thought about what she might be saying to Gerard, if anything, considering how careful we had both been. 

The flight was comfortable, a light meal, a bottle of Pellegrino - I pulled out my laptop and began smithing a new solution set for the division operation. The next thing I knew the flight attendant was asking me to return the seat to the upright position. I thought about Mari all the way to London, she was woven into my work. Last night was relaxing and really calmed the raging beast within. We landed and cleared customs without a hitch. I collected my bag. The car and driver that Janice and Katherine arranged sped me to the London Waldorf Hilton near Covent Garden. I had stayed there on numerous trips and enjoyed its quiet sophistication. They took care of absolutely everything. The driver waited while I showered and changed to go into the office -- the only way to beat jet lag. When I got to the division manager's office his secretary handed me a message from Gerard to call him. So I did.

"Hi Katherine this is Mitchell...Gerard...okay...thank you," this sounds urgent. "Gerard; yeah she's not happy with you. What!? What did you tell her? I knew this could have some repercussions. She knows where I'm staying? Okay. Okay. Thank you...you're a true southern gentleman Gerard. I'll bet she did cry when you told her. Thank you for the heads up. Who else knows? Of course Katherine and Janice. Well just remember when you think you know a woman you just failed the test. There's no magic - it's called listening. Nooo...I learned the hard way. She told you that? Hmmm. By the way I have a fool-proof modeling interface worked out...well it's like battle the plan looks good on paper until the first shot is fired. Will do. Gerard it'll work out. One question. Did she hug you? Good. You're okay then. See you in a few weeks." I put the telephone on the hook. 

"Thank you Ms. Devers," I smiled to the manager's secretary. 

"You're welcome sir. And sir?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know Ms. Walsh? I mean well enough to let us know how we'd like her?"

"She's very bright, accomplished, professional and a real lady; you'll thoroughly enjoy getting to know her," I smiled.

"I'm so glad. It's dreary here otherwise you know," she confessed aloud.

"I can't imagine that it's that dreary with you here Ms. Devers..."

"Mr. Worley how thoughtful of you, thank you," she blushed.

"You're welcome. Now where would you have me working while I'm here?"

Ms. Devers came around the desk, showed me to a private office and fluttered all about making sure I was 'comfy' that Mr. Callini, the division manager, would be in to see me in an hour or so. "He wants to have lunch with you," she smiled and patted my hand.

The work there dragged by as I found my way to their forecasting center which was part of their marketing function. I met the principals again -- I knew most of them from phone calls and emails. The lunch with Callini was perfunctory -- division managers were marketers which meant a lot of chest pounding and preening, self-adulation for the CEO's office. Insufferable bastards. Around six the day had caught up with me. 

I found Ms. Devers and asked her to have the driver pick me up at the hotel that at 7 a.m. tomorrow that I'd meet Ms. Walsh at the airport. She smiled, "I thought you'd want to do that, Katherine said to make sure that you met her at the airport. Katherine says she's beautiful."

I felt myself blush, "She is." I smiled and walked away. I took a cab back to the hotel and had a late supper. On my way back to my room I stopped by the concierge and ordered a dozen roses for the morning to take with me. I hit the room, showered and crashed. It had been a long day. Marilane's flight would be in by 0930 so I hit the sheets, leaving a wakeup call. Sleep came easy.

The phone rang with the wakeup, "Good morning Mr. Worley it's five a.m. sir."

"Thank you." I got up, showered and shaved, dressed and found the Grand Homage for a quick breakfast. They didn't know how to make coffee but the scones and jam were excellent. The concierge found me to let me know the driver was here. I signed the bill and followed him to the desk for the roses. I handed him five pounds for his courtesy -- he protested but I winked, "I may need your discretion later."

He smiled and nodded, "Of course Mr. Worley."

The ride to Heathrow was quick even though it was rush hour. I hopped out at the terminal and told the driver to be back at 10:30 he assured me he'd be right here. I thanked him profusely. My heart was pounding in my chest like a teenager on his first date to meet the parents. I couldn't go to the gate but I could get to the 'kiss' line and wait. I checked the arriving flight board and her Delta flight was now on the ground. I had quite a few knowing glances as I held the roses and waited. One older couple was curious how long we'd been apart and I told them two days.

His remark was too funny, "Bloody hell! What does she get if you're apart for a month?"

"Two weeks in bed..."

"Brilliant if your heart can take it..." The missus smiled coyly to me and I nodded.

After about thirty minutes the passengers began appearing. The third one through the doors was Mari -- she spotted me and began running to me. I ignored the tape barricade and took her into my arms our rain coats flying open and our arms squeezing the life out of one another, "Mitchell! I love you darling Mitchell!"

"I love you too Mari baby, I love you too..." it was liberating to turn loose of all that had been holding us back at corporate. We calmed down enough for me to take her brief case and to hand her the roses, "Not as beautiful as you but you've got me for as long as you want me."

We kissed again and she smiled through her tears as we walked with our arms around one another. The older couple was grinning like Chessie cats. The old man gave me thumbs up, "Damn good show old man!"

Mari looked at me, "What was that?"

I explained it and she blushed, "I want to go to bed with you right now."

She made me smile, "Let's fix the jet lag first. Where're you staying?"

She winked, "The Waldorf..."

I nodded, "Janice and Katherine..."

"Don't forget that conspiratorial Gerard either..."

We collected her bags and the driver was waiting in baggage claim to retrieve them. We told him the Waldorf and she shuttled us over. We got her to her room where she showered and dressed for the office. We rode over together planning our evening together. Goodbye and heartache turned into hello and happiness.



I Hate Goodbye Ch. 02



Mari met with Callini about her start date. She'd transition with the current division finance manager for a few weeks and then it was her ship to sail. The division had arranged for her to look at several flats near the office and several in outlying areas within a half hour of the office -- all in very nice neighborhoods; a choice of automobiles; and other perks that were truly mind boggling. All of those were quite well-deserved and it thrilled me to watch her surprise as she unpacked the entire compensation package. We talked about what it meant as we enjoyed a light lunch.

"Mitchell?"

"Yes baby?"

"I felt so foolish running up to Gerard's office after you left...."

"Okay. So what happened?"

"Something in my brain snapped and the cool finance pro was suddenly a teenage girl again...I felt alone, hurt and angry. I told Gerard how I felt about you and that I didn't want to go to London that he needed to find someone else..."

I watched her face as she chattered away nervously trying to justify herself when I finally asked, "What did he say?"

"He told me to sit down and be quiet for a minute so he could talk..."

I laughed, "You do get hurried and chatty when you're nervous..."

She glared at me, "I was upset..."

"I know. So what did he say to you?"

"He admitted to a conspiracy to put us together and that you were on assignment in London for a month." She took my hand and breathed out, "I was so embarrassed when he told me how Katherine, Janice and he had worked out this collusion to put us together." She tightened her lips, "Mitchell, he said that we're the only two people in the company who didn't know that we're in love with each other..."

"I've known it for a while..."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I couldn't for a lot of reasons. I've been married and you haven't. I'm older than you. And...I didn't want to create a situation where you felt I was sexually harassing you and...frankly I was worried about how you truly felt about being involved romantically with a white guy," I stroked her beautiful face. 

"You've thought long and hard about us..."

I nodded, "So what's your excuse?"

"I don't have a good one, except I've had bad relationship experiences and...well...our racial differences were a huge part of it. You said you've known it for a while do you mind saying how long?"

I listened to her and took a deep breath, "Race is always an issue for people who make it an issue. Frankly I like dark skinned women."

She rolled her eyes, "How well I know..."

"Do you remember that day about eight years ago when you finally came over to the health facility at corporate after a few months of my urging you?"

"I do."

"I watched you walk around with the trainer, taking notes, asking questions while I was circuit training..."

"I was watching you too..."

I blushed, "Well I saw how you made that trainer feel a part of the corporate world by taking a serious interest in what she was saying. She went from a stern, severe expression to laughing and sweetness within a few minutes of your being with her there. I liked your tenderness with us and when I saw how easily others came to you and you treated them so well you had me. My grandfather told my father that you can always tell the character of a man by how he treats those who can nothing for him..."

She gasped in an audible breath, "Mitchell." She whispered out my name and squeezed my hand. "You do that all the time. The girls adore you because you care about them, genuinely care about them..."

We were quiet for a while letting our lunch get cold and finally I smiled, "When did you know?"

"That first moment you walked me through the forecasting model that we were using that was 'fractured', as you called it and you acted like I was the most important person in the building. You spared no detail as though I understood everything you were saying. Plus you do something else. You never ever look past the person you're talking with to see who else is nearby. You've always made me feel special..."

"Because you are special to me..."

"No it's more than that. That night I had a date with Desean, who was the flavor of the month that I'd met at the NABA (National Association of Black Accountants) monthly gathering the previous month. Well, my mind wasn't on our date and he got ugly toward me for talking about this 'math whiz' that we'd hired to update our forecasting systems. I'd let it slip about you being white and that was all he needed to hear. I told him to take me home. He fussed and fumed all the way using language I'd never heard or even thought about. I got out of his car and ran for the door. He called me a 'white man's whore'," she looked down at her hands and then up to me.

Her words burned my brain and fire up my anger, "Son of bitch!"

"It's okay Mitchell...I figured out later that I was really telling him how to treat me that you had treated me the way I always wanted to be treated as a woman -- you respected my intelligence and didn't talk down to me -- you asked me what I thought...what guy does that? No, he was just like all the other assholes I'd dated looking for what wasn't there. I've had more than one guy call me a lesbian because I wouldn't tumble into bed with him. Then there's that stupid, damn statistic out there that says something like 'a woman past 30 who isn't married is more likely to be killed by a terrorist than to get married...' I had that used against me more than once."

"Mari, sweetheart, why don't you go to the hotel and get some rest? I'll be over in a little while to snuggle up to you so we can soothe each others' rough places," I leaned over to kiss her forehead and she put her hand behind my head and pulled me to her lips, kissing me slowly and thoroughly. "Maybe I'll go with you..."

We broke our kiss and returned to the office to collect our things. I went to the office I was using, shut down the PC and packed my brief case. Sitting down at the desk I called Gerard. "Katherine...hi...yes it's Mitchell...she's calmed down. I love you and Janice for what you've done for us. Is he in? Sure I'll hold." Mari came into my office, closing the door. She sat in the chair across from my desk -- she formed her lips into a kiss and kissed the air toward me...whew! I was in over my head here, "Hi Gerard. It's going well. Oh yeah, she's right here holding part of your scalp...just teasing. Thank you. The model is smoking away right now even as we speak. I'll need to cross the Channel on Monday to Bruges. Yeah, same issue. I tried to email the update to them but they're resistant to that they want to talk eyeball-to-eyeball. I will -- day trip. Sure I'll ask her. I can do that but I'll leave that to Mari. She knows what she likes. Thank you Gerard. Do you need to speak with her? Okay. I'll tell her. See you in a few. Bye now."

She was smiling, "Have you already done your work?"

I nodded, "Yeah it was something that could have been handled over the phone...okay...Gerard again..."

"He's sneaky..."

"Yes he is. Are you ready?"

She smiled and stood. For someone who'd been awake and traveling for a while plus coming straight to the office she was gorgeous. I liked watching her walk; her hour-glass figure and the slight sway to her rounded hips and ample bosom. Her legs are long and smooth. She's always dressed perfectly. Her hair is relaxed; combed straight down and curled inward at the ends. When she smiles, the whole area around her face lights up. Yeah I had a good case of it...

She took hold of my arm as I took her brief case from her with no protest, "Thank you. Guess we best tell Ms. Devers."

"Yes. She's very nice," Ms. Devers saw us coming and broke into a gigantic smile.

"Ooo now I understand why your face glowed when you spoke about Ms. Walsh. I think you two need some rest and a good meal. I'll let Mr. Callini know you're out for the afternoon. I'll buzz the driver. She'll meet you at the entrance. Good evening to you dears."

As we walked Mari was quiet. When we got onto the elevator (the lift) she smiled, "We seem to be on everyone's lips and minds." She leaned against me, "And on mine too Mitchell. What're we going to do?"

"About what," I played.

"Us, silly," she had a look of exasperation.

I grinned to her, "You mean I wasn't your one-night stand?"

"Of course you are...for the next seventy-five years..." I blushed and she caught it, "Why Mitchell John Worley I think I've managed to embarrass you after ten years of conversation." She again slipped her arm in mine and found my hand, interlacing our fingers - palms facing and her other hand trapping my free hand in love.

Her tender and gentle ways made me feel heroic again...like someone needed me as much as I needed her. The driver appeared at the front door and we hustled to the car as she held the door for us. The ride didn't take long. Soon we were getting out at the Waldorf being greeted by the doorman and the concierge, "Ms. Walsh, Mr. Worley it is delightful to see you again."

"Thank you Mr. Bosworth. Is there still time to order our evening meal from the room menu?"

"Oh yes sir and even if there wasn't we'd find a way sir..."

"Thank you again for your kindness. Ms. Walsh loves her roses."

Mari turned to the concierge, "Did you select the roses Mr. Bosworth?"

"I had help ma'am."

"Beautifully done and thank you to you and your able assistant Mr. Bosworth."

"You are both most welcome and may I take the liberty to say how wonderful you both are - to be Americans and all," he nodded and smiled, "Please do call me if you need anything at all."

We thanked him and went on to her room. 

"You are coming in aren't you?"

"Of course, I promised you some comfort time and I fully intend to follow through," I smiled and she hugged me to her.

"Mitchell, I want more than comfort I need you to make love to me," her eyes were soft and imploring, there is no way I could ever resist her and I knew it. I was on a slippery slope with Mari on a downhill drag.

"I think this is where we get our romantic legs under us," I admitted.

"I like that. We have the space of the ocean, well, at least for a month," she commiserated.

"Let's not get too far ahead baby. We don't know what's in the future or what tricks Gerard has up his sleeve. He's your corporate mentor and he'll watch over your career very carefully. Don't preclude anything."

Mari handed me the access card and I let us into her suite. "You know you could move in here..." she swept her hand around the room.

"You might get tired of me," I smiled.

"Or you of me...with all my hair stuff and makeup..."

I set our things down and pushed the latch on the door. I turned to her, "I'll never tire of you -- take all the space and time you need just don't make us late for anything."

She turned and walked toward the bedroom stopping to hold her hand out to me, "Let's get reacquainted."

I followed her without hesitation and caught her at the doorway scooping her up in my arms. The French doors were partially open -- I shouldered them open easily and walked us to the bed where I laid us down. We were enveloped by luxury as she wrapped her arms around me and we began slowly kissing and undressing one another. Her lips were soft and sweet, her tongue fiery and agile as we sucked each other into one another's mouth. My hands wandered over her beautiful body squeezing her beautiful tits alternating with her round, sweet ass cheeks. In a few moments of lust her jacket blouse and skirt were in a heap with my suit, shirt and necktie. Our kissing and breathing, feeling and groping were reaching a crescendo when finally, "Let's get naked I can't stand this anymore..."

"Yeah!" I pulled her panties down as she unhooked her bra and flung it toward the clothes pile. Her pussy was drooling like a two year old with a peppermint...I dove in nose first and inhaled her beautiful aroma. There is no more intoxicating aroma than a woman whose pussy is swollen, dripping wet and beckoning. I started at her anus and licked upward, Mari squealed, "MITCH!"

I looked up, "Yes?"

She started laughing, "God you are making me crazy." I licked her clit and stroked it as it engorged and swelled like a little dick. Her fingers went quickly to her pussy to join my tongue's assault on her slimy slit. I licked my middle finger and eased it into her ass and she let out a little squeal, "OOO...more...yeah."

I focused on her pussy and soon her pussy began contracting and squeezing involuntarily as I buried my tongue deeply in her slick cunt...she began rocking and rubbing her pussy and clit hard against my tongue, her fingers buried in my hair pulling and squeezing with both hands...hell I didn't care if she pulled it all out...I could feel her orgasm building as she tightened her thighs around me head...I was almost wishing she hadn't been working out...she needed to cum before she popped my grape with those beautiful, strong thighs so I increased the licking and titillating and she exploded all over my face and tongue...she leaked several big bursts, soaking my face her ass and the bed linens...I never heard a sound from her except for some guttural grunting and rutting noises. I finally pulled away from her heart shaved cunt and looked to her face, her head was back, she had two pillows covering her face and she literally collapsed with her legs spread wide apart. I kissed my way up her belly, taking a moment to tongue her navel and drag my hard dick through her pubic heart...she pulled the pillows back and I lay against her sweaty, hot skin burying my tongue in her waiting mouth. We didn't kiss we exchanged molten lava.

We broke our kiss, "Oh my God Mitchell what the hell just happened? That was fucking wonderful..."

"Yeah you were...I love your sweet pussy...you taste like the future baby...I want to spend the rest of my life loving you..." I wiggled up a little and put my dickhead against her clit and wiggled it up and down until she grabbed my upper arms.

She was getting wild-eyed, "God Mitchell I don't know if I can take you right now..." So I slid balls deep in her as she gasped, "OH GOD! OH...UH...UH...OOO...yeah that hurts so good..." her legs wrapped around my ass and pulled me deeply into her belly as I lifted her thighs onto my shoulders, pushing them down as I buried my hard dick inside and began pounding her sweet, hot, drooling pussy for all I was worth. My balls were slapping her ass and tightening with each stroke. I slowed and she went crazy, "NO! NO! KEEP GOING!"

I rolled her onto her side and separated her legs putting one over my shoulder and pinning the other down as I pounded my dick into her belly from a side position, in a few strokes I rolled her onto her face putting both of my knees outside her thighs and proceed to fuck her as she lay flat against the mattress face turned to one side and in a few more strokes I raised her ass up and climbed upon on her sweet, caramel brown ass and continued pumping my dick into her pussy as fast and hard as my libido drove it...I was no longer in control as she began fucking back against me screaming, "HARDER...HARDER DAMNIT...GIVE IT TO ME...OH GOD CUMMING!!!" My balls tightened when I heard her cry out that she was cumming -- my cum shot into her belly like 155mm cannon shot and her pussy squeezed my dick hard as she fell forward into the pillows. My dick popped out drooling cum, she turned slightly and raised up sucking my hard dick into her mouth as she licked me clean and sucked what cum was left out of my shrinking dick. I bent down as she retreated to the mounds of pillows and kissed her lusty, cum-drenched, sensual lips, her hands reaching for my face, her eyes only partially open, "Mitchell John Worley I don't care anymore what Momma and Daddy think...I can't live without us..."

I lay beside her and took her into my arms, "I do care what they think about their baby girl and I'm your guy for the rest of our lives. When I catch my breath I have a question to ask you..."

She snuggled against my chest, "Yes I'll marry you. I love you darling Mitchell...I love you..." as she drifted off to sleep with her lips pressed against my neck.

"I love you too darling Mari," I was stunned at how powerful that release was.

I wasn't going to ask her to marry me just to live together but I'd damn sure take marriage...she raced for the finish line while I was being a bit more cautious. I didn't want a repeat of marital failure. I wanted to make sure she loved me...I guess Gerard was right that we were the only ones in the world who didn't know that we were in love...at least openly professed. I watched her sleep, no lines, no creases, just calm and sweet. It felt good to be loved and to love. I pulled the sheet and cotton blanket up over her exposed shoulder and she cooed a bit so I kissed her forehead. Her lips pursed and relaxed several times as I brushed the hair back from her face. We slept for about four hours.

I awoke with her watching me; propped up on both elbows her chin in her hands, "Hi darling..." her smile melted my heart.

I stroked her face with the backs of my fingers as I stared into her eyes, "Hello my angel. You're more beautiful right now than at any moment since I've know you..."

Her features softened as her eyes got misty, "Mitchell...you beautiful man you thrill me to pieces. I hate it that I waited so long...I just hate it..."

"It's right for us now..."

"But my clock has about run out..."

"Let's work on us right now...we've been given a gift my angel...our love. While we know a lot about each other we need to know more. We've got a month to sort out the details that we don't know...we're both into the details so we can ask lots of questions and figure out what we need to know..."

She put her finger tip to my lips, "Shhh...I know enough to know that I'm in love with you...but you said you wanted to ask me something and I jumped the gun...what is it?"

"I was going to be very cautious and ask you to move in together but I like your answer far better than mine," I sat up watching her face carefully as she sat up with me. I took her hands in mine, "Marilane Walsh I love you will you marry me?"

Her face glowed; her lips trembled, "Yes! YES! A thousand times yes. I've kissed a few frogs and ran from more than a few perverts just to find you. I'm not letting you go...I'll be your one night stand for the next seventy-five years baby...that is forever."

We kissed and fell back against the pillows as I breathed out, "Thank you Lord."

As I lay back on the pillow she raised up, "Why the deep exhale?"

"I never thought I would meet anyone again...after my marriage blew up I was miserable. You know we don't get divorced in the south..."

"That's right we castrate the cheaters," she grinned. Her voice took on a serious, even ominous tone, "I'll never cheat on you. I know what it feels like to have a heart broken. I've felt your hurt for a while."

"Thank you my beautiful angel...you'll never have to worry about me either. So...we need to tell your parents and family as well as my Mom and brothers," I reminded her.

Her smile was terse, "I know," she spoke softly, "you're gonna need to help me sort this out..."

"We can start now..."

"Not right now I just need to be in your arms tonight."

I kissed the top of her forehead and then her nose, "You got it." We stayed wound together for a while and her stomach rumbled, "Why don't we put some food in you?"

She giggled, "I am so sorry..."

"Why? I'll bet you've farted before too haven't you?"

She howled and giggled until tears ran down her face, "YES!"

"Okay then, let me see," I picked up the pad and pen from near the telephone and wrote, 'no gas producing food for wife!!!' 

She took the pad from me and started giggling, "Oh you're a piece of work Mitchell. Do you fart?"




I Hate Goodbye Ch. 02



"Sure. I'm a guy it's required."

We chatted a few more minutes and finally, "I'll order a fruit, bread and cheese tray for supper. Does that work?"

She leaned up and kissed me, "Yes and we're dessert."

I squeezed her soft ass cheeks, "I 'heart' that," I grinned.

"Oh God Mitchell you're gonna make me cum just thinking about that..."

"Good...I like a juicy pussy...it's the 'pause that refreshes'."

Mari rolled her eyes and then snuggled up one more time and kissed me with her hot, probing tongue and very quickly broke our kiss, "I going to freshen up while you order supper."

I called the kitchen number and ordered the fruit and cheese platter with bread, Pellegrino and lemon seltzer. They told me about some fresh strawberries with chocolate ganache and whipped cream if I wanted an order for later and of course I said yes...I had some ideas for that whipped cream and ganache that didn't include strawberries.

Mari came out in a long terry cloth robe while I was on the phone. She padded quietly across the room to the window leaning against the casement looking out across an evening London scene with its light lined streets and byways. I watched her as I spoke with the kitchen -- she was so relaxed so beautiful...I realized that I was thunderstruck by this woman. 

I put the phone on the cradle and walked across to where she was sliding my arms around her waist; I kissed her neck and the right side of her face as I slid my left hand into her pocket and interlaced our fingers. She leaned back against me, stroking my face with her right hand as I nuzzled her neck and face, "I love you sweetheart."

She whispered softly, "I love you Mitchell...so very much and I'm thankful for our friends Gerard, Janice and Katherine who schemed to put us together."

"Yes indeed."

She turned around raised her arms to hold me, her robe fell open revealing her luscious body; her beautiful smile and deep caramel skin were highlighted and accentuated by the white robe; her eyes were soft and dreamy as she slid her arms around my waist. I kissed her slowly, a lover's kiss, one that says 'I'll never let you go...', as she pressed her steaming naked skin against mine. I slid my hands to her soft ass cheeks, gently massaging them as we kissed she asked, "Am I dreaming baby?"

"If you are I am and don't wake me up," I whispered.

"Okay."

She looked up with her chin on my chest, "How do we do this long distance?"

"I don't know..."

"I don't want to go home without you and I'd never ask you to go back to your old position given how close you are to the top," I felt the involuntary tightening of my lips.

"We have a month to figure this out don't we?"

I nodded, "Yeah," I sort of half-laughed. I kissed her again...I loved her soft, sweet lips. She smelled so good and tasted even better. We broke our kiss and I excused myself to freshen up. 

When I came out of the bath wearing a robe, Mari met me with a smile leading me to the suite's living room, "Care to dance?"

A classical music channel was playing a Strauss waltz. We shared a passion for classical music and Europe was the place to be for an overdose of all the best symphonies and operas. We swayed and danced and laughed until the bellman came with our food. Mari signed the bill and I tipped the young man. He nodded and smiled, "thank you very much sir, madam and a very good night to you both!"

Mari laughed, "Do you think he was even sixteen?"

"Probably. He has that washed out look from all the clouds and fog..."

"Do you think I'll fade...I mean I spent a lifetime getting this tan without lines..." she twirled around showing off her gorgeous body...

"Don't you ever fade," I smiled as I warned her playfully...

"Oh that's right; otherwise you'll go back to your dark haired, dark skinned Thai women..."

"Ancient history," I smiled as I led us to the table where the bellman had set up our meal.

"Oh so you're a love-the-one-with-you're-with type huh?"

"Sure as long as the one I'm with is you," I kissed her sweetly as I held her chair.

We parted our lips, "Don't ever change Mitchell," her tone was serious and devoted, "I love us so much like this..."

I sat and held her hand, "I do too." I watched her eyes as she stroked my face. Her tenderness was always there but I never suspected the depth of it while we worked together -- being 'corporate husband and wife'. Neither of us could afford to show anything other than a cordial affection -- apparently others saw that we loved each other that the cordial affection belied the truth of our feelings. As I sat I spoke seriously, "Mari I've waited for us for ten plus years and I don't want to make some dumb ass mistake that will create a career problem for you nor a relationship problem with your family..."

She watched me as I spoke. I could feel her eyes examining every part of my face; I guess she was looking for a chink in my armor. The chinks had long since been exposed at the time of my divorce. That was a bitter time. "Mitchell I have to know something."

"Anything."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"How would you feel about having children? I know your ex didn't want any and took steps to avoid that..."

Her question shocked me, "Are you still fertile?"

She nodded, "I am. Uh...I have a confession. I'm only forty-two...I misled you," she teared up, "I'm sorry I lied to you. I got scared you might not want a kid for a girl friend."

I swallowed hard, "I can't believe you'd want an old guy like me..."

"Mitchell Worley I've loved you...well...forever it seems like. Every guy I've dated since I met you I've compared to you..."

She kept shocking me with her confession, "I-I well, I don't know what to say. I've never had anyone be in love with me like this. What is amazing to me is that ten years went by without us so much as kissing other than like brother and sister..."

"I have wanted you so badly...I have been ashamed of my lust and the whole complication of our races just made it worse and when it got so bad last Christmas I decided to make me your gift until that fucking storm in Vienna...damnit!"

I poured us some Pellegrino and squeezed some lime into each glass, "Here let's have a toast." I raised my glass, "To my wife, my beautiful Marilane, whose love has led us here and given shelter from the storm." Her smiled collapsed into tears as we clinked our glasses and sipped our water. We kissed and held hands putting our glasses down. I fed her some red grapes and Stilton. We snacked on cheeses, fruits and bread finally taking our glasses to the luxurious leather sofa to listen to the music and enjoy our time together.

I forgot about the strawberries, chocolate ganache and whipped cream until the knock on the door, "Who is that?"

I nodded, "The rest of our meal..."

Mari sat up and covered up as I tied my robe and strolled to the door to let the bellman in, "Good evening again madam and sir - your berries, chocolate and cream." I tried to tip him but he said no that we'd already paid for the dessert and he left, "good night madam and sir."

We called out in unison, "Good night! Thank you."

I moved the berries, chocolate and whipped cream to the coffee table as Mari sat back, "You're full of surprises..." Her eyes lit up as I dipped the first strawberry into the warm chocolate and put it to her lips, "Mmmm...what about some cream?"

I spooned some on the rest of her berry and she licked it off so sensuously, winking at me. I reached over and undid the belt on her robe, exposing her titties. I took a scoop of cream and dolloped each breast then proceeded to lick the whipped cream off of her tits much to her delight and moaning, "Oh God Mitchell that is soooo sexy!" 

I made a slurping, sucking sound as I suckled the cream off her tits, squeezing them both as I did, then kissed my way to her lips. Her breathing was coming in short gasps and wordless grunts and sighs as she pushed me back, yanking open my robe then spooning out a huge pile of whipped cream on my growing erection, "Did I ever tell you that I like whipped cream on my bananas?"

With that she proceeded to clean my dick of every last drop of whipped cream and then she began stroking my now turgid, rock hard dick, alternating strokes and wet, drooling kisses until she was bringing me to the edge then she stopped, climbed onto my dick and settled her dripping, wet pussy right down onto my dick. I was balls deep in her as she slid her round ass down between my thighs taking me as far as she could into her belly. I let out a low growling, "Awwwh yeah...shit woman what are you doing to me..."

"Making you mine forever..." as she proceeded to fuck my brains out.

For a small framed woman at five feet three she was incredibly strong...at six feet two I towered over her and easily rolled her onto her back without pulling out of her sloppy wet cunt, clawing and grabbing at my dick as we turned over. I began a rhythmic, hard stroke into her belly with a rapidly rising orgasm in both of us as I increased the tempo - our breathing and grunting was getting louder and faster with each breath shorter and more gasp-like inhales than breathing until finally I couldn't hold my cum and blew my load into her and then as I pistoned hard into her to keep shooting she screamed out, "Awwwww yes!!!!" I didn't give a damn who heard us we both got drenched with cum and pussy juice. She began squirting and leaking apparently the first time she'd squirted but neither one of us cared. I knew where the next spoonful of whipped cream was going...we had rutting sex for over two hours in some form or another...she decided a whipped cream handjob was in the offing for me and damn if she didn't make me cum again...it was after two before we got showered and got into bed.

The morning came too soon but pleasantly as I had a morning hard on that I wiggled up between her thighs from the rear...it didn't take any coaxing and soon we were dog-fucking and grunting again until we both came...she shoulder dove into the pillows and looked over her shoulder at me smiling, "You're probably gonna get me pregnant Mitchell...you're the only man who's ever cum in me...so do you want children?"

"Only with you," I sort of blurted out an answer that came from my heart that brought her to tears...she rose up and leapt on me with such passion.

"Mitchell that's all I wanted to hear..."

"I'm glad baby but I have a question..."

She lay on my chest, "What?"

"Shouldn't we get married soon, I mean I don't want you getting pregnant and having loose tongues wagging about us..."

"Fuck 'em..."

"No...me not them..."

"Oh you!"

"Seriously Mari..."

She got quiet, "Yes."

"We need an engagement ring and a wedding date..."

"Let's just get married, wear gold bands and spend the money on a honeymoon to Provence?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice, but don't you want a diamond?"

"No for a lot of reasons," she grimaced.

"Blood stones?"

She nodded, "Yes."

"I know some folks from Liberia who own a diamond mine and they are black Africans we could always buy some stones from them."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay then we can talk about that. So...uh..."

I laughed, "When, right?"

Her face and neck blotched red and caramel, "Yes...do I sound like a woman with a ticking clock?"

"Oh so that's the sound I heard..."

She dove on me and began tickling me, "You're terrible...I'm gonna shake you!"

I easily lifted her into the air she couldn't weigh more than a hundred pounds; she squealed, "I give! I give! Okay!"

I let her down on me and held her close, "I go back in a month do you think we could go home together, let everyone know and get married then?"

Her face went blank as she bit her lower lip, nodding her agreement, "I do. I'll talk to Momma and Daddy..."

"We will..."

"But you don't understand..."

"I understand more than you know. I'm from the South. I won't take no for an answer from your family...respectfully Mari...you're my girl. I love you alone. They're going to have to learn to live with an old white guy for an..."

She hugged me tightly, "We can do this can't we?"

"Yes."

We fell asleep, waking at 5:30 to the telephone wakeup call. I put my slacks and shoes on -- no socks and went to my room to shave, shower and get ready for work, leaving Mari to do the same. We met for breakfast in the Grand Homage plotting out our day -- she was going looking for a flat and I was meeting with the analysts to set up a division conference on forecasting. Our breakfast was breakfast sausage, eggs and their version of coffee -- we found a coffee shop and both grabbed a cup with espresso dopio (two shots) added. We took the underground (tube) to the office and began fitting in a bit. We were obviously not Brits -- I think it may have been our Southern accents.

Around eleven Ms. Devers found me and said that Ms. Walsh was calling for me so I followed her to her desk picking up the telephone, "Hello." I felt conspicuous, "How's the search? Really!? Where? Sure I can meet you. I'll ask Ms. Devers. Outstanding! Okay I'll see you then..." I hung up the phone and smiled at Ms. Devers, "she found a flat," I handed her the address, "is this a good neighborhood?"

"Oh my yes!"

"So how do I get to this address?"

Ms. Devers filled me in on the directions and then offered to get the driver, "Are you sure you don't want me to have the car pull around for you?"

I nodded, "Thank you -- you've been a great help. I need to find my way around town..."

I hustled out to the tube as it's called and got off where I was told and sure enough I found the flat. What a special location. Ten minutes on the train to the office; settled inside a six-foot tall wrought iron fence with grounds that looked like a park. Mari had stepped out to meet me so the security officer would let me inside, "Hi baby!"

Her face was lit up like a Christmas tree, "Hi beautiful. This is nice!"

She took my hand and arm and walked me over to meet Mrs. Malcolm the listing agent for the property, "Mrs. Malcolm this is my fiancé Mitchell Worley."

She extended her hand, "Delighted to meet you Mr. Worley. I've heard such charming things about you and you are quite dashing."

I raised my eyebrows unintentionally, "Thank you Mrs. Malcolm, you and Mari are very generous."

We toured the very traditional flat...well it was a three floor condominium by U.S. standards, with a study, formal parlor, kitchen, powder room and sitting room on the first floor. So far I had seen two fireplaces and learned that the home has five. The floors were hardwood parquet, stained and aged with a deep patina that bespoke of its gentrified place in London's past. Quite a change from Mari's ultra-modern penthouse back home. In all, the home had three bedrooms and two and a half baths everything updated, plus inside the gate parking and within her allowance. The letting (lease) required a two year commitment which was more than satisfactory.

"What do you think?" Mari asked.

I whispered, "When do we move in?"

"Oh God Mitchell I wish we could marry this afternoon and move in tomorrow..." she hugged my arm and squeezed my hand tightly as Mrs. Malcolm smiled warmly to us.

"You two are so beautiful. I just know you'll adore living here. It's such a lovely home befitting a couple like yourselves..."

We thanked her and finished the tour. Mari and Mrs. Malcolm signed a few documents and Mrs. Malcolm told her that the place would be ready in about two weeks. With her business concluded Mari thanked Mrs. Malcolm and told her we'd ride the tube back to the office. We all shook hands and Mrs. Malcolm locked the flat.

We walked hand-in-hand without speaking for a bit then Mari spoke up, "Let's get some coffee," she pointed to an Espresso bar. We slipped inside and found a little table where we ordered our espresso and a pastry to sharet.

"Baby I need to tell you something."

This sounded ominous, "Okay..."

"First that I love you more than I could ever imagine loving anyone," she raised my hand and kissed it. "I spoke with Momma and told her about us..."

"And..."

"She wanted to know why I took so long to say yes to you..."

My heart was racing, "Are you serious?!"

She nodded tearfully, "Momma said come home and tie the knot right now," she half-laughed.

"I don't know why I was so scared..."

"Sure you do you love your family..."

"Momma laughed at me when I told her about the 'white man' problem. She said we're part white and just why would we hate part of ourselves - that you aren't the slave owner who bred into our family tree that you're the man I love..."

"Have I told you how much I love your Momma?"

"Momma says you're a beautiful man but we'd better not be squirting out babies until the knot is tied and we've jumped the broom..."

"Okay, then we'd better get married considering neither one of us is using birth control..." I kissed her sweet lips and our espresso came...

"Sir, madam...if you please," our first snotty encounter -- sort of like New York City's urgent arrogance to those who don't move quite as quickly -- we thanked our waiter and paid our fare giving him a nice tip which shocked him, "Oh my goodness thank you sir!"

"Mitchell there's something else..."

I sipped some espresso and watched her eyes narrow and her nostrils flare, I could see her neck get splotchy red. I set the cup down, "what is it?"

"Callini tried to bed me this morning saying that we could be master and mistress while I was here that it'd help my career plus help us too...well, he and I," her face was contorted and angry.

I could feel my rage building, "What did you say to him?"

"I told him I'm engaged to be married. He said that didn't matter that we'd be office spouses and satisfy each other's needs..."

"That son of a bitch," I put my napkin down, "time to have a talk with his scrawny, spray-tanned, perfumed, foppy ass." I was pissed.

"I told him that you are my fiancé..."

Her words shocked me, "You did?"

"Is that okay?"

"Yes it is...what did the scurrilous bastard say?"

She started laughing, "He sputtered and headed for the door asking me if it's true that you were a U.S. Army paratrooper. I told him yes and he said he had enough women about the office that he understood and ran like a pissy little child..."

My anger had the best of me, "Mari...I love you sweetheart and can't stand the idea of some round-shouldered, weak wristed sissy like him using his position to hit on you. He stinks like he bathed in a perfume bottle and he dresses like a mannequin...damnit anyway!"

"Mitchell darling?"

I was seething, "Yes?"

"Please don't do anything to him, I called Gerard and told him. Gerard asked me to ask you not to 'tune him up' whatever that means...what does that mean?"

I laughed, "Gerard...oh shit...well it means to slap his puny ass around like a drum until he starts singing a different tune..."

Her mouth hung open and eyes got big, "You wouldn't?!"

"Not now...I'm glad it came from you and not from him. I'd introduce him to the vocal range castrata."

She nodded, "How they kept boys voices from changing by castrating them..."

"Yep...stupid son of a bitch."

"I guess I can also tell you that he felt that I'd appreciate a white man since I probably hadn't had one..." she was pissed at Callini. "Gerard is going to call later. Should we tell him about us when he calls?"

"Let's walk and talk about that okay? I need to cool off a bit..."

"Okay baby...but you won't hurt Callini will you?"

I shrugged, "It depends on what he says to me...I won't bring it up but I'm not promising a damn thing if he opens his asshole and says anything..."

"Okay we need to get you up and out of here," she laughed, "you're drawing some rather curious looks." 

We got up and left waving to our waiter who would become an interesting acquaintance in our near future.



I Hate Goodbye Ch. 03



We took a cab back to Mari's office where she called Gerard. She didn't know if he'd still be in on Saturday but on the third ring, "Gerard...oh I didn't think you'd be answering your phone...you did huh? What'd he say? I see. Yes I told him. Nooo...he's real unhappy...the word castrate came up when we were talking," she smiled to me. "Since it's quarter end I'll be here on Monday...I can meet the folks in Bruges another day. No news yet...you're nosey Gerard...right just like you decided to keep Mitchell's trip a big dark secret...tell Katherine she's a sweetheart...see you later...okay...goodbye." She put the phone on the cradle, "Have I told you how nosey accountants are..."

I just shook my head and rolled my eyes, "I guess I'll find out won't I?"

"I think I've had enough excitement for one day. What if we went back to the hotel and called our families?"

"Are you sure baby?"

I nodded, "Yeah I think it's time don't you?"

She got up and came over and sat in my lap, putting her arms around my neck, kissing me softly, whispering, "I do..." she winked.

"You do? So is that a warm-up to the vows?"

"Nooo...that's the interlude between the kiss and matinee time..." her nostrils flared a bit and her eyes sparkled...

"I like this...a little afternoon delight..."

"Not a little...I need some deep tissue massage from your one-eyed monster..."

I grinned, "Oh you mean junior..."

"He's not so junior..."

"Well he does need the wrinkles stretched off of him..." We kissed and lingered knowing full well we needed to get out of the office before anyone happen to catch the midday show...

"Let's get out of here," I smiled

"Okay baby," she stood easily and turned toward her desk, collecting her few things and we left for the hotel. We got to her room and decided we'd better call her Mom and Dad first then we'd talk to my Mom -- only after we'd cleared these hurdles together Mari would have to talk with her sisters Arleta and Darla. We got comfortable on the sofa, I ordered a late lunch with sparkling water as we sat down and began the process. In between eating and talking to her family and my mom we spent roughly four hours cooped up in the hotel room -- we needed some fresh air. She lay back in my lap and held onto my arm, breathing out heavily, "God this is exhausting!"

I agreed, "Yeah, family things usually are...there's so much to explain and understand."

"Is your Mom gonna be okay with us Mitchell?"

"Sure, she's just worried...she doesn't want to see me get hurt..."

"She didn't seem surprised that I'm black..."

I sort of chuckled, "Well...my ex wife is black..."

She sat upright, "What?!"

I nodded, "Yep...we never got that far in our conversations since I was still wounded by what she did..."

"God Mitchell there ARE some things a girl would like to know..."

"I'm sorry Mari, it just never seemed the right time to say anything. I didn't mean to hold back on you. Will you forgive me?"

She glared at me, "Damn! Just damn!" She stood up and walked around the room with her hands on her hips...she finally turned around and stared at me, "That explains why you have no problem touching me and why you stare at dark women and...and...well...say something!"

"I have no problem touching you and loving you because I'm in love with you it's not because I was married to a black woman. I had to be willing to make love to a black woman before I married my ex...so that logical line has no validity." "Humph," she snorted, "always using that math brain aren't you..."

I stood up and walked toward her with a smile on my face...

"What is so damned funny?"

"You are...I told you that we needed to talk out our details that we had a month and now you're storming around here like I cheated on you..."

"But I wanted to be your fir...Oops! Oh shit! Oh Mitchell..." she came to me quickly wrapping her arms around me tightly. I held onto her as she cried a bit, "Mitchell I don't know what to say about my behavior...I just got surprised...I thought you hadn't been with a black woman...well we never talked about it...I wanted a special thing between us..."

I pulled back, "I think love is pretty damned special..."

Her face took on a look of shock, "Oh baby it is I...I...I...I didn't mean it that way. Now I'm being a stupid teenager..."

"Mari!"

She looked up, her tenseness crumbled as she tightened her lips into a smile, "Okay I guess I am a bit uptight and chattering like a nervous Nellie..."

I took her in my arms and kissed her slowly - she responded with a sweet lingering kiss that got more fiery with each second...we broke our kiss and I led her back to the sofa, "Okay," I sat us down and took her into my lap, "we need to talk about a few things. I don't like talking about my ex because she misled me about our marriage all along and that still pisses me off but not like it did. I felt foolish for not seeing it."

"So how was she able to do that?"

"Her charms and her intelligence got my attention. Masters' degree working on a doctorate...that academic thing is subtle with its arrogance..." I confided a weakness.

"So how'd you meet her?"

"Well she was an Army nurse I met at a hail and farewell. Both of us were majors and it just happened. One of my 'so-called friends' tried to warn me off but I wouldn't listen. I thought he was being a bigot...well he wasn't. He was stationed in Germany at the same time she was and he knew her sexual preference. I didn't listen..."

"Oh baby I'm so sorry..." she stroked my face.

"Well I came home a day early after a temporary duty assignment and thought I'd surprise her. It was a surprise for both of us -- especially me being a day early and all and I caught them in flagrante delicto as my attorney called it. She begged me not to drag her through JAG (judge advocate general) else she'd get a dishonorable discharge for being a practicing homosexual. I told her to fuck herself and get out of my house. The divorce happened quickly and I didn't drag it through the court as a lesbian relationship - I just said irreconcilable differences and let her walk away. She calls me every now and then and I have told her to never contact me. She broke a trust. She tried to tell me that the marriage vows only pertained to male-female sexual relationships not female-female -- that it wasn't the same thing -- sort of like Clinton saying he didn't have sex with Monica Lewinsky because she gave him a blow job..."

I was looking down at this point and could feel Mari's eyes on me, I looked up and she kissed me, "I won't hurt you baby. Please forgive me for my little fit of anger. I assumed something that I shouldn't have...we know what assume translates into; 'make an ass out of you and me.' Well I made an ass out of me..."

"No you didn't. I know what it means to be the first...I wish I could have let you have that privilege with me...I do. Truthfully, as little as Juanita and I had sex you are the first to love me like this..."

"Sweet man I hate that we didn't get close sooner..."

"Please don't regret the timing. Everything has a way of working out for the best. I love you and you're going to be my wife and THAT is what matters."

"Was she pretty?"

"C'mon Mari don't do this..."

"I have a right to know don't I?"

I relented, "You do." I thought about my words, "No. She was beautiful. Very dark. Picture perfect. Stunning woman. My grandfather once said that 'beauty is only skin deep -- skin and what have you got?' Her inside wasn't very pretty once I got to know her better -- she was nice to me but it was how she treated others...the thing I love about you is how well you treat others..."

She was watching me carefully, being very patient as we talked through this. Whatever she wanted to know we would talk about...we did for three hours...

"Now I know why you told me never to make us late...you know about CP time," she teased me.

"Yeah I do. Look...I know we'll have some bumps along the way. We need to talk about those bumps quickly and completely or else we won't make it over the hills Mari..."

She patted and rubbed my chest then laid her head against me, sliding her hand up to my face, stroking my ear with her thumb unconsciously as she whispered, "You know how I get fidgety and talk fast when I get scared or nervous, please just slow me down." 

"And you may have to remind me that I promised to tell you everything..."

She nodded, "I will, too," with a mischievous grin. She was quiet for a while then, "Tell me about Vietnam."

She caught me off guard, "What do you want to know?"

"About you and how you got wounded, your medals, how you deal with the war and all. You know Arkel struggles with PTSD so I need to know what to expect..."

I relented and shared some with her -- this would be hard but necessary, "Mari I don't know if the nightmares will ever cease...they're less frequent now but I think about what happened in Nam usually every week..." I was quiet.

"I don't want to say or do the wrong thing to hurt you. Sometimes I can't talk with Arkel when he retreats into his shell...I...I...well I don't want to be talking to your shell baby. Will you trust me to tell me your story?"

I nodded, "Yes. There are some things I need to say first. None of us ever feel comforted by words like 'it'll be okay' because we have seen shit that young men and just out of puberty boys shouldn't have seen nor experienced. Don't surprise us from behind or jump out to 'scare us' you might get hurt before we know it -- unintentionally. Sometimes we just need to talk without needing a response or an attempt to 'make it better'. Sometimes I will have to be alone and it's not personal -- it's heartache that I'm trying to get rid of. Sometimes I'll talk to my guys on the telephone for a few hours just to make sure they're okay and I may even have to pack a bag and go see one or two of them on short notice because they're hurting too badly. I don't want to scare you Mari. I'm just being honest..."

"Oh Mitchell I know. I remember your first veteran's day at the company and those guys gathered in your office -- you didn't know anyone except Dr. Edwards and you guys were hugging and crying and we, well we didn't know what to make of it...I'm going to do everything you need me to do because I love you and want you to be glad you came home alive. Arkel has told us over and over again how he wished he'd died."

I nodded, "Yeah. I know what he means. The dead have it easier." I looked at her, tears forming on her eyelids so I smiled, "thank you baby...you cannot imagine how good you've made me feel."

"I'm glad because I want you to know that I'll weather this with you if it shows up but I also want to know your story..."

"I'll let you read my file, which includes the citations for any medals and you can ask whatever questions you want..."

"Baby, I know you were there two years. Were you afraid?"

"I was. No one in their right mind goes through war being unafraid. The trick to it is doing what you're supposed to do in spite of your fear -- so we use fear as a force multiplier, well...we leverage fear to create a rage in us to jump up in the enemy's face and kill him...then when it's over if you've survived you deal with the dead and wounded and then your quiet time alone is when you come down. Some guys drank themselves into oblivion to numb the pain. It doesn't work, you get sober and the pain is still there and now you have a hangover and less money -- so drinking is stupid...but my sweet Mari I will tell you anything -- if you don't want to know the answer don't ask the question..."

She nodded. "So did you kill a lot of people?"

"Yes." I had to be quiet for a bit, the faces of the men who died in my command were in front of me. "I lost men in my platoon and my company who followed my orders and died in the process. That hurts too. I wrote the letters home to their families -- some families wrote back and thanked me others called me a murderer and I took both to my heart..."

She snuggled up to me, "Oh baby no...how awful," she sniffled and started crying so I held her close. We held each other closely lying back for a while just taking the tension off...of course we fell asleep. We woke to the telephone ringing. Mari answered it, "Yes? This is she. I did. Is it available tomorrow? Wonderful! What time should we be there? What clothes should we bring? Got it. We'll see you then. Thank you so much!"

I was awake now, "So who was that and we are we going?"

"A surprise for us. We're taking a narrow boat cruise on the Thames tomorrow," she gushed.

"You're full of surprises aren't you?"

"What do you think about it?"

"Sweetheart I'd roll around in the mud as long as I was with you..."

"Well you might have plans..."

"I'd change them just to be with you..."

"Mitchell you sweet man I've missed so much with us not being together for the past ten years..."

I shook my head, "We've been coming to this point; to be husband and wife. Mari?"

"Yes baby?"

"What if we got married over here and had a formal ceremony at your church back home?"

She swallowed hard, "Are you serious?"

"Yes. I can't wait and I don't want you getting pregnant and us not being married. I couldn't stand the talk..."

"It's not such a big deal anymore Mitch..."

"It is with me because it's your reputation. I never want anyone to think badly of you for any reason," I breathed out deeply, looking into her beautiful eyes as she leaned against my chest.

She smiled that coy, private smile I'd seen so many times before when we shared a secret this time we were alone not like the days on the company softball outings or in the pizza places after bowling in a crowd...it was just us now...gratefully alone.

"Okay. So how do we do this?"

"How about we go to Scotland? I have a former Army chaplain buddy who is getting his PhD at the university in Glasgow and serves a little church up there, I could call him up. Takes about fifteen days or so to file the necessary paperwork...and by month's end we could be husband and wife."

Mari's mouth was open, "How long have you been working on this? Have you talked with your friend? When were you going to tell me?"

I started laughing, "Alrighty then..."

"I'm doing it again huh?" She rolled her eyes, "God Mitch, I do that all the time. I worry too much."

"A certain amount of worry is good...we just need to get you to land the airplane," I teased her.

"I poked around the internet and found out it takes a bit longer here in London than it does in Scotland...plus we can have a friend perform the ceremony...and have a romantic little honeymoon in a castle or stone cottage on a loch..."

"Where there might be some fishing?" she was quick.

"You like to fish..."

"I like to eat fish you like to fish..."

"Oh yeah, now I remember..."

"Okay with one proviso."

"What's the proviso?"

"Let's wait on the engagement ring and just have gold bands..."

"I can accept that. Tuesday let's find a jeweler while we're out looking for furniture for your new home."

"Our new home..."

"Well we need to talk with Gerard first."

"Damn. I forgot about that...drat!"

"Kiss me sweet Mari. I need some of your sweet loving," I stroked her cheek and she slid up my body and planted her luscious, juicy lips on mine and it was on...her tongue lit me up and I responded quickly polishing her teeth, tongue and gums with my pussy-licker...it felt like she was trying to eat my face we were both sexually ravenous for some strange reason...the day had its ups and downs and this was seriously up. I massaged and squeezed her beautiful round ass...I loved its soft, pliable feel, even through her clothes. I slid my right hand under her blouse and found her bra -- she fooled with this one no hooks! 

She pulled back grinning, "Gotcha Mr. fast hands..." she leaned back and unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it off quickly...she was wearing one of those sensual silken one-piece jobs...my jaw fell open as her nipples hardened quickly and poked through the fabric...her titties were squeezing out the top of the bra making her cleavage another delicious slit to lick and kiss and massage with my tongue.

She began to slide her fingers under the fabric and I stopped her, "Let me..." I was grinning like a horse eating briars as I slowly peeled off the bra starting underneath her beautiful fleshy mounds slowly reveal her gorgeous caramel skin, her breathing was speeding up and she was moaning under my touch. Her left titty fell out and I put my lips underneath it and licked all the way to the nipple as a shiver ran through her...

"Oh God Mitchell..."

"Mmmm baby you taste like honey..." I kept kissing and licking releasing her other titty and turned my attention to its nipple while I squeezed and massaged her left one...I suddenly caught the aroma of pussy juice so I pulled back and looked at her reddening face and dew covered upper lips with beads of perspiration on her forehead, "Let's get these slacks off of you," as I slid my hands down her ass and found the zipper, quickly sliding it down as she straddled my legs to stand and step back. She kicked her shoes off and slid her slacks and panties down in one swift move and the aroma of dripping wet pussy enveloped me as I stood to take off my pants...

She knelt before me totally naked and unzipped my trousers as I undid my belt. She pulled my painfully hard dick through my boxers and immediately sucked me down to my belly...she gagged momentarily but proceeded to tongue me like there was whipped cream on junior. She grabbed hold of my ass cheeks as my trousers hit the floor and began pulling and pushing my hips so I picked up the rhythm...soon I was face fucking her beautiful lips...my balls started tightening as I tried to pull out she mumbled, "no..un...unh," my cum was rising quickly and I couldn't hold it back, "OH GOD...CUMMING!" my load shot into her sucking, slurping mouth as she kept licking and sucking me clean...I tried again to pull out and she began stroking the shaft and sucking the head of my dick...wiggling the tip of her tongue against the opening and sucking it...finally she sat down on her heels, "Oh baby you taste so good...I don't know which I like best...well...yeah I do," she offered her hands to me as I helped her to her feet, kissing her salty lips she then whispered, "take me to bed Papa I need your baby maker in my belly..." I didn't need any coaxing...I took her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed, squealing as she landed, "Ohhh!" and started giggling, "this is starting good," she licked her lips and lay back patting her pussy, "c'mon right here in mama..."

I'd never seen her this uninhibited, "Baby you are ten kinds of horny..."

"Mitchell I want your baby in my belly, don't waste any time with me come on..."

I didn't waste time talking as she crab-crawled backwards on the bed stopping with her head on the pillows...she pulled one from her head and shoved it under her sweet ass offering me her pussy buffet. I didn't need a plate, knife or fork I went face down in her steamy pussy...the room filled with our raw, sexual odors...my dick hurt like it had been hit with a hammer and licked her pussy with complete abandon. Every crease, fold and wrinkle got attention from my tongue as she served herself up completely to me. I licked two fingers and her anus enough I could fit one finger in and one in her cunt while I licked and manipulated her clit...she was writhing on the bed, her pussy running and leaking her voice was strained and calling out, "Yeah...yeah...that's it...oh...ah...ooo...keep going..." She began pant and her legs tightened around me head...I knew what that meant and within seconds she cried out, "AWWWWW YEAH!! CUMMING! OWWWW YEAH...YESSSS...that's...ohhh..." she exhaled and completely relaxed, her legs fell open and one fell off my shoulder...




I Hate Goodbye Ch. 03



I lifted her legs onto my shoulder and pushed the head of my dick against her clit and wiggled him using muscle control...she raised up slightly on her elbows...panting slightly and sweating..."You ready baby?"

All she could do was nod, her face was drawn but her eyes widened as I buried my hard dick into her belly, "Oh Mitch I'm gonna cum again...I can't take this again..."

I slid the pillow under her ass and proceeded to pump my fully erect dick into her waiting womb...I put my hands on either side of her hips and she held onto my straightened arms as I began pounding her pussy with my dick...pumping for all I was worth. 

I felt my cum building as I watched her face...her eyes rolled back...my balls tightened and got painful then all of a sudden she wailed, "CUMMMING!!!"

My load shot into her belly in long bursts, her cunt squeezed involuntarily milking my dick...I finally ran out of steam and out of cream as her legs wrapped gently around my ass and legs, "Oh Mari that was incredible...God I love you so much..."

She had a peaceful smile on her lips as she whispered, "Oh my baby how I love what has come to us...we've got to get married now...there's no way I'm moving from this spot...junior's little swimmers are fertilizing even as we breathe..."

I leaned forward and kissed her sweet lips and she wrapped her arms around me and held me close. I rolled off of her and snuggled next to her, pulling the sleeping coverlet and duvet over us...we kissed and held each other whispering and smiling exchanging love pecks and sweet words...finally I found a woman who loves me like I love her...little surprises like the narrow boat ride and big surprises like wanting a baby by me for us...no way this was real.

"Mitch," she whispered...

"Um hmm?"

"I need to get up for a few minutes...my bladder is full..."

"Don't let junior out..."

She giggled, "I think they have a good hold now I hear them partying in there with the girls..." as she clamored onto the bedroom floor, "oh you have wrecked me...I can barely walk...it feels so good..." 

I heard the bathroom door click shut and I rolled onto my side raising my head up on my hand to look out across London...its lights twinkling and beckoning as though it knows a very good thing has happened and is celebrating with us...

Mari came out of the bath and slipped into bed beside me, "what're you doing?"

I turned toward her as she walked to where I was lying, "Just enjoying this nighttime view...it's a beautiful city..."

I was on the edge of the bed and she snuggled onto the edge in front of my, forming her body to my contour, resting her head on my pillow...I dropped my arm around her upper torso and cradled her ample breasts in my hand, making sure I had a good grip. She purred, "Oh this is wonderful..."

"I love you Marilane...you are so beautiful and so fine..."

"I love you too Mitchell," she turned her lips upward, "kiss?"

"Of course," I kissed her sweet, full lips and she lay back down. I buried my nose in her hair...she smelled like apricots. I kissed her shoulder...a little salty. I guess our workout had generated a little perspiration.

The morning would come soon enough but I liked lying here with Mari not thinking about tomorrow or the inevitable return without her. I'd call my old friend Shelton in Glasgow and get things underway on his side. An advantage of getting married in Scotland is that you don't have to be present in Scotland for the fifteen day waiting period. We can show up, complete the paperwork and then return when they need something of us. Fortunately, clergy can still perform legal marriages in Great Britain, unlike some parts of Europe where the church wedding is purely ceremonial.

We drifted off to sleep and woke around 5:30 in the same position except her nice, warm, round ass was nestled against my dick which was now awake and growing quickly. My ten-year hiatus from sex with intermittent exceptions hadn't affected my libido. Mari wiggled her ass and giggled, "Someone wants to play..." she reached behind her and grabbed hold of my dick, giving it a squeeze, "oh baby I love your dick..."

"He's yours and yours alone..."

She rolled toward me as I rolled onto my back, "I love playing with him, holding him in my hand when he gets hard...he's beautiful kinda of pink, white and delicious," she sucked on my dickhead and just about caused a premature ejaculation. She was getting quite skilled at fellatio. She began stroking my dick, alternating kisses on the head with kisses to my lips while I began fingering her now drenched pussy, "Ooo I like it when you wiggle your finger in my cunny..." she panted.

I pulled my finger out of her wet pussy and licked it clean, "Mmmm tastes like breakfast..."

She giggled and stroked, "No this is breakfast," she quickly engorged her mouth with my rock hard dick and she began licking my dick from ball sack to dick head then swallowing me down her throat...several times she bottomed out and gagged but kept right on sucking...

I rolled her onto her back as my dick popped out of her mouth and found myself eyeball to clit and promptly started licking and wiggling fingers into her pussy as she raised her ass up off the bed, "God Mitchell I need to cum...put your dick in me...please now...God I can't stand it...c'mon baby fuck me now..."

I was hurting too and crawled up to her pussy and mounted her balls deep to her surprise and our pleasure...in a few strokes we were both ready to explode...I pumped hard and fast and suddenly we were both engulfed in the flesh fire of an ass-rocking orgasm...we finally gave up our last spurts and lay back...drenched and spent. That was the good stuff...and we both knew it. We snoozed until about 7:00 and got up and showered. 

I went down to my room and changed into some casual clothes for the narrow boat day trip, checked my messages and went back to Mari's room. This was a silly-assed arrangement and thought we'd probably change it tomorrow. For now we'd deal with the inconvenience. No doubt housekeeping would be aware that we were drenching their linens and bed clothes. It's one of those things that draws knowing grins from them or disdain from others...I didn't care, Mari was my girl soon to be my wife. Mari used the room card I had given her and came in while I was changing shoes, "I love that Madras shirt, those bright colors look good on you..."

"Thank you baby. Fortunately it doesn't clash with your beautiful yellow outfit," I held my Madras-sleeved arm against her slacks.

"Nice. I'm so glad you have good taste in clothes and shoes. Honestly, some men are a joke when it comes to dressing properly you'd think their mothers should be dressing them or that they don't look in the mirror before they leave..."

"Men aren't alone...how about a load limit on Spandex?"

She burst out laughing, "Oh God half of the women in my family would be in jail..."

"Mine too..."

"Okay we can't talk about how people dress or look...we're going to see some sights today I think with the urban water tour of London proper..."

I agreed, "Yeah. I was here in the 70s and saw some things I couldn't believe...kinda like San Francisco in the 60s...brrr."

Our narrow boat day trip would take us on the Regent's Canal Little Venice London Zoo the Aviary Camden East End and then to Limehouse Basin at the River Thames...