60 comments/ 45642 views/ 31 favorites Until We Meet Again By: FNS269 I would like to thank findingmyvoice for all the help in editing this story! * "Omg, omg, omg...yes, yes!" That was all I heard through the muffled screams. Her thighs were wrapped around my head like she was trying to make my eyes pop out, or make my head explode. Perhaps, I should start at the beginning. It was Friday, February 14th. I was spending another night at my favorite restaurant, Defenders. Years ago, the place had a bad reputation as the old owner could not, or would not look out for the customers. That all changed in one night when an older couple was being harassed by a really obnoxious drunken threesome I dubbed, "the three stooges." The couple was being assaulted by these idiots while the owner and his employees sat back to enjoy their nightly entertainment. The owner being in his late 20's, maybe early 30's, was just too damn immature to run the establishment. I had seen enough and stepped in to help the couple from being harmed any further. It took less than a minute and the three stooges were being dragged out of the restaurant while the customers cheered. The couple threatened the owner with a lawsuit. After a heated discussion about the management of the restaurant, it was decided, it would be sold to the couple, well sort of. ----------------------------- It was just after 8pm when the band started setting up. They weren't a bad band, but you wouldn't bet on them making it big. The locals flock to the restaurant every weekend and they do a decent amount of business during the week. Being that it was Valentine's Day, the place seemed to have more couples than usual. I have been coming to this restaurant for many years now and I know the entire staff. I really come for the food, but stick around and tip them well for their service. I don't drink much, only a couple of drinks per visit on average. However, many of the patrons drink like fish and walk like spaghetti when they leave. So there I was, solo on another Valentine's Day. Ever since my wife, Brandy, passed away, I made it a point to not schedule any romantic dates for that day. Anyway, I was people watching while playing trivia on one of the big screens when I noticed one of the patrons having a hard time with another customer. The woman was alone, keeping to herself and looking at the door as if she was waiting for someone. Several minutes passed before she ordered from the menu. She seemed uncomfortable, tense, eating small bites, and glancing up each time the door opened. She finished her dinner companionless. She dabbed at the corners of her rosebud lips with her paper napkin before offering a slight nod and polite smile to the waitress. I could not help but watch her, the sparkle of her eyes, the flush of her cheeks, her beauty was captivating. I could only think what sort of idiot would stand this woman up. One of the inebriated men was trying to hit on the woman and was getting rebuffed for his drunken efforts. He didn't know when no meant no. I have witnessed this countless times over the years and did what I would do for any lady in distress. I leapt from my table and crossed about twenty feet in .07 seconds. I grabbed the guy from behind his neck and lifted him off the ground as my other hand went around his throat. The bouncer was only a couple of seconds behind me. I think the guy passed out as I cut off his air supply, or maybe he was just too drunk. Marvin got one arm around his shoulder and I did the same as we escorted him outside, while Margie called a cab for him. Marvin thanked me for a job well done and once again offered me a job. I laughed as I told him, "You can't afford me," as I always said. Margie promptly thanked me and told me dinner was on her as she had done many times before, with a wink and a nod. Margie, her husband, Hank, and I became great friends after our initial encounter with the three stooges. --------------------------- When the current owner of the restaurant threw out a number to sell the bar, I said, "Done!" Margie and Hank looked at me like I was crazy. We set up the date to transfer ownership a week later. I invited Margie and Hank to my house to work out the details. I explained to them what I saw as the potential in the business. Hank was ex-military with experience feeding thousands of troops. Margie had a background serving tables in her younger years, then she moved in to management ten years ago. By the way she spoke to the owner about his management style, I recognized that she was in management. Margie and Hank shared their concerns about buying the restaurant. The main issue being that it would drain them financially and they were scared to put all their eggs into one basket. Being in their mid-fifties, they had worked hard to plan their retirement and were well on their way. I eased their fears by telling them I could be a silent partner and they could keep most of their savings. I just needed to know they were committed to running the place. With twenty percent of their savings being committed by Hank and Margie, I knew they would do a great job. With the financial part out of the way, I went on to describe my various experiences with the restaurant, over the many times I had ventured into "the jungle" as I called it. I told them I was tired of the way the restaurant had been run and wanted a safer place for people to come out to have a good time. As 6am rolled around, "Defenders" was born. ------------------------------ As I was making my way back to my table, I noticed the woman in tears. I made a detour to her table to make sure she was all right. "Are you hurt young lady?" I inquired. "Nnnoo...Iiimmm oookkkk," she squeaked out. "If you are ok, why are you crying?" I pressed on. "Nobody has ever defended me like that," she said with a sob. "Happy to be of service ma'am!" I responded with my best southern drawl. That got a giggle out her as she wiped her tears away. "My name is Jones, Mike Jones," I said, trying to sound like James Bond. That one brought a smile to her face. I had not seen this woman smile since she walked in. "You should smile more often young lady, I would have invited you to dinner with me had I known it would light up the room." "Damn, you're cheesy, is that the best you got?" she said in a playful tone. "Hell NO! I get much cheesier as the night goes on," I replied instantly. Now she was really laughing. "I'm Mindy, Mindy Johnson. Thank you for helping me out with that guy." I know a sincere thank you when I hear one. "No problem, it happens once in a while here on the weekends. Marvin knows he can count on me and the owner has given me permission to help keep the peace. Would you care to join me for a drink? A tiger like yourself shouldn't be alone in this jungle," I said, sounding as cheesy as possible. That brought another smile. I was beginning to really enjoy my night. "Of course I would. I was supposed to meet up with a guy from this stupid cupid dating site, and surprise, surprise, a no show!" "A Queen, such as yourself, will never find a proper suitor on such things my lady," I said as I bowed my head. "You really do get cheesier as the night goes on don't you?" In all seriousness, I told her that I enjoy being cheesy. "It works for you, not for many, but you are owning it. I dub thee the King of Cheesy!" It was my turn to crack up. I escorted her to my table and pulled her chair out. She looked at me as though I was an alien. She took her seat but I could not tell if she liked my old fashioned ways. "What are you drinking?" I inquired. "Merlot," she replied. Before I could raise my hand to signal our server, Margie was at our table. "Let me apologize Ma'am. We do our best to make sure our guests are looked after." Margie continued with, "Flash Gordon here is our Super-Secret super hero." "I noticed," Mindy said with a smile. "Are you sure you are ok?" Margie asked once again. "Yes I am, now that I am enjoying a Friday night for once." "Well, your dinner is on the house, would you like something to drink?" said Margie. "Yes barkeep," I replied, "the lady would like your finest glass of Merlot, and I will h..." Margie cut me off. "Yes, Flash...you will have your two fingers." "Three or more if I get lucky," I said with as much sexual overtone as possible. Margie rolled her eyes and told Mindy she would return with our drinks. Mindy gave me a quizzical look and said, "Three or more fingers huh?" "What can I say, I have good fingers, or so I've been told," I replied. "Don't get too far ahead of yourself Mr. Gordon!" Mindy retorted. I excused myself and went to the restroom. Margie was on her way with our drinks. As I passed her I said, "Don't be telling her any lies about me." Margie laughed and continued to our table. "Margie, what's the scoop on this guy?" Mindy inquired. "Oh honey, I need to sit down for a long while if you want the whole book." Margie took my seat and filled Mindy in on some of my background, lifestyle, romances, and painted me as some saint. I took my time knowing some of the stories she might be telling Mindy. Although I am who I am, I really don't care to hear the stories about taking a bullet for Margie when some dickhead tried to rob the place. Nor all the stories about keeping the peace in the restaurant, and I especially don't care to hear about taking a woman into my home because she was homeless. That one has a bitter end to it but I truly was trying to help. As I walked back to my table, Margie loudly proclaimed what an asshole I was and walked off. "I guess I went from being Flash Gordon to Alec Baldwin," I muttered. Mindy was laughing her ass off. "You can't help it can you?" I wasn't sure if she was being serious or not so I replied, "I yam what I yam," in my best Popeye voice. "You are full of surprises aren't you, Mr. Gordon," Mindy said in a somewhat serious voice. "All kidding aside?" I replied, while Mindy nodded. "I'm just a guy who likes to enjoy life, and sometimes I do things to make sure that I can." "And that homeless woman?" Mindy asked hesitantly. "How could I enjoy my life knowing this woman needed help, that I had the means to help, yet I refused to help?" I truthfully replied. ------------------------------ We sat for about an hour and talked, boy did we talk. We hit on everything from religion to politics to money. The big three people these days really don't want to talk about. I found out that Mindy and I shared similar views on the first two, but she seemed to care less about money. I on the other hand looked at money as a way to enjoy life, even if that meant helping people I didn't know. The band had been playing some of the regular stuff they normally do. Like I said, they were good, but never going to be superstars. They slowed it down and start playing... "You're just too good to be trueCan't take my eyes off of youYou'd be like heaven to touchI wanna hold you so much..." I jumped up out of my seat like I got shot in the ass and proclaimed, "They're playing our song!" Mindy started laughing so hard I thought she was about to pee her panties. I extended my hand and said, "May I have this dance ma'am?" The look on her face went from one of pure joy to maybe shock. "You're serious aren't you?" Mindy questioned. "Jones, Mike Jones, or did I not introduce myself already? Who is this guy, Serious? Was he your date for the night?" I replied. "You are my date Jones, Mike Jones," she said as she extended her hand to mine. When our hands touched, it felt like I got hit with a damn taser. "Holy crap Mindy, you really know how to get a guy's attention!" "You sir, have my full attention," she replied in a coy tone. I led her to the dance floor and we started to dance rather close. I told her I thought she was going to pee her panties earlier. She leaned closer, put her head on my shoulder, and whispered, "I'm not wearing any panties". "If you didn't think you had my full attention before, I'm sure you know you do now," I whispered back. I pulled her closer and as we continued to sway to the music our bodies became one on the dance floor. As the song ended, Mindy knew my predicament and spun around while keeping my arms around her. She led us back to our table where I pulled her chair for her and she sat down. I took the chair next to her so we could sit closer, and yes I didn't care to show everyone the tent she made in my pants. Margie brought us another round without saying a word. She did however give me the look that said she approved. Her opinion meant a lot to me. Margie is a very good judge of character and we seem to know good people when we meet them. Mindy said, "Are you trying to get me drunk to take advantage of me?" "Yes ma'am, I am!" I replied in mock defiance. "Mr. Gordon, would you like to know a secret?" "Heavens no," I replied, "loose lips sink ships." "It's a good thing I don't have loose lips then, right?" Mindy responded, dripping in sexual innuendo. "You can sink my battleship anytime," I responded. With that last statement Mindy took it literally, or wanted to test my word as she reached under the table and fondled my zipper. Mindy looked directly in my eyes with more lust and determination than any woman had ever displayed to me and said, "Anytime?" "I say what I mean and mean what I say my dear," I responded truthfully. "So what's the secret?" I asked her, making sure she knew I was actually listening to her. Mindy told me that she would love nothing more than to make love with me in front of all these people. I suggested we head to the walk in freezer. She said, "I don't think you would enjoy a frozen river between my legs." I grabbed her hand and headed for the door. With a wave of my hand to Margie, we were out the door. ------------------------------ I pulled Mindy and spun her around so her back was against the wall as we made our way around the side of the restaurant. Our kiss started off slow and cautious, but turned into a raging inferno. I kissed from the nape of her neck, to behind her ear. I grabbed a handful of hair and directed her lips towards mine where our tongues playfully dueled with each other. Her hand rubbed my fully erect cock through my pants. I responded in kind to find that her river was raging with hot molten magma. I slowed down and whispered in her ear, "Would you like to come home with me?" A simple nod was her reply. I pulled my fingers from the valley below and began to lick them clean. She pulled my hand to her mouth and began sucking two fingers as if she were giving my hand oral satisfaction. That caused my cock to twitch even more. "We have to go NOW!" I almost shouted. I led her to my 1967 Shelby. I opened the door for her while she pulled her dress up to her waist. I saw her ass and my cock was doing a dance in my pants. I closed the door and just about ran to my side. As I put the key in the ignition, Mindy dipped her fingers into herself. I grunted and twisted the key, and the engine began to roar. Mindy looked in to my eyes and said, "Don't waste it." Then she smiled and shoved her fingers down my throat. I sucked and licked every last drop. "I would never dream of wasting it honey!" I said as I kissed each finger. With that I brought the rpms up and spun the tires. With less than a mile to go before making it home, it felt like an eternity. I needed this woman in my arms, on my bed, and everywhere else. As the garage opened, Mindy was making all sorts of noise, or should I say her beautiful pussy was. She was so wet, I doubt a bag of cat litter would have dried her up. ------------------------------ I quickly closed the garage after I pulled in. I was out of my side and opening her door as only Flash Gordon could do. If Mindy's body was a canvas, my fingers, tongue, and cock would be the brushes used tonight. I helped her out by holding her hand. As she stood up we fell into a deep passionate kiss. Her scent was intoxicating and my brain was drunk from it. Our hands wandered over each other's bodies as my fingers began applying the first layer of paint. Her ass felt soft yet perfectly round as my hands explored her backside. I brought my right hand up her back, to the top of her neck, weaving through the mane of hair that ran down her back. My left hand moved to her lower back to pull Mindy tighter against me. My right hand grasped the back of her head, asking for a handful of hair. My hand closed around the hair at the back of her head, giving me control of our kiss. Slowly, yet deliberately, my tongue was applying more strokes to my canvas. I pulled her head back to expose her neck, and painted it with gentle kisses while my left hand massaged her lower back. Mindy's body expressed its pleasure clearly. I continued my onslaught. I lightly massaged her left nipple while my left hand made its way south. I purposely avoided her most sensitive areas so I could enjoy watching her squirm. My hand found its way to the inside of her thigh only to discover Mindy was producing a river down her leg. Mindy began bucking her hips to try and get my hands to touch her vulva. Her body was screaming at me and I would not disappoint her. I slowly scooped up what I could, and brought my fingers to her lips. Mindy opened her mouth and sucked them in as if her life depended on it. I kissed her again savoring her musky yet tangy delight. I picked her up and placed her on the hood of my car. I gently laid her back and looked deeply in to her soul. I ripped her dress straight down the middle in one swift motion. Mindy flinched but her eyes told me to continue. She was committed to our wild ride and I was about to make it the "E" ticket ride. This was not the Disney "E" ticket, this one meant erotic and it wouldn't ever be compared. I gently sucked on her nipples while her thighs began squeezing my ribs. I could feel the heat emanating from between her legs and the slipperiness of her moisture as I rubbed against her. I moved my hands under her ass and my head made its way to my dessert. Exploring every inch as I kissed my way down, the little heart shaped scar caught my eye. I did my best to control the craving my tongue was sending to my brain. I teased Mindy as long as I possibly could. I could not hold back any longer and gave her clit a light flick of my tongue. I gently licked up and down the sides of her swollen lips and back up to her clit, taking the time to enjoy her taste. Mindy reacted with a jolt as her body responded to the attention her clit was receiving. I began a feverish pace on her clit with just the tip of my tongue. Mindy was throwing her head from side to side. With my hands full of her ass, I pulled her pussy to my face. My nose rubbed her clit while my tongue lapped at the treasure Mindy's body was giving me. I could not get enough of her sweet nectar. Mindy brought her hand to her clit and her body began to shake as she stroked it with venom. As her groans became moans, and her body started to tense, I took control. I brought my mouth to her opening and waited for a mouthful of cream. My right arm held her left leg back while my hand began to massage her clit. Mindy brought her hands to her boobs and was tweaking her nipples. My tongue dove deep into her. She began to spasm uncontrollably. My fingers were wreaking havoc on her poor little clit. Her cavern was flexing over and over as her juices flooded my face, and I swallowed as much as my mouth could catch. "Wait, wait, wait..." she said breathlessly. I was having none of it! She was on fire and I was like a kid with a can of gasoline. I pulled my fingers off her clit and easily slipped two inside her. I moved my mouth to her clit while my two fingers massaged her g-spot. That brought everything to an entirely new level. Until We Meet Again Her thighs gripped my head. I was mercilessly attacking as if I hadn't been fed in months. In reality, this was not my normal operating procedure. Truth be told, it had been quite a while since I brought anyone home. There was something about this woman that made me feel close to her, intimately close. Her orgasms were intense, as wave after wave washed over her. With my mouth expertly manipulating her clit and my fingers acting in unison, her entire body locked up. "Omg, omg, omg...yes, yes!" was all I heard through the muffled screams. Her thighs were wrapped around my head like she was trying to make my eyes pop out or make my head explode. I felt like I was being waterboarded and I didn't mind one bit, inflicting my own torture. Mindy finally screamed at the top of her lungs, "STOP!" Of course I had no intention of doing something she did not want. Immediately, I ceased my actions and surveyed my little muse. "Are you ok?" I asked in a serious tone. Mindy was having a hard time breathing. Her chest was rising and falling with each breath she struggled to take. It was a beautiful sight. The sheen of sweat all over her skin looked as though she had just run a marathon. After a few minutes she proclaimed, "That was amazing!" "You had me worried for a minute," I said as I picked up her limp body and brought her inside my home. ----------------------------- She wrapped her arms around my neck and I could swear she was purring as her body seemed to vibrate. I laid Mindy down on my king sized bed. I don't think she would have noticed if it was a bed of nails at that point. I retrieved a warm wash cloth from the bathroom and began to wipe her body down, starting with her face and working my way down. As much as I didn't want to waste the flavor lingering between her legs, I figured she would want to be somewhat fresh if we continued tonight. I had my answer a couple of minutes later as Mindy began to lightly snore. I grabbed a light blanket to cover her up, but not before taking in the sight before me. I studied her body from head to toe. She had a petite build, stood about 5'3" and weighed approximately 120lbs. Her measurements, I guessed at about 36-24-36 with a C cup. Her hair, a light brown with some highlights that went halfway down her back. Her skin was smooth and tan and I noted a small scar in the shape of a heart on her ribs. Her face was accented with minimal makeup that made her green eyes glow. Mindy was one of the prettiest women I had seen in some time. She reminded me of my wife from long ago. I was wildly attracted to her. I didn't want her to wake up and see this creepy guy staring at her so I laid the blanket lightly over her. I took that as my opportunity to head back to the garage to clean up the hood of my Shelby. Man did we make a mess of the hood. I thanked God for making Mothers wax as the mess was easily wiped up. I have always been fascinated with a woman who could let loose. It wasn't like you see in some porn flicks where the woman acts likes she is having an orgasm and pisses all over the camera. As Mindy began to orgasm, her pussy fluttered and sent wave after wave of milky cream flowing from her vagina. She had a wonderful taste about her, one that I could enjoy and never grow tired of. I went back into the house still sporting a cock of steel. I'm not in bad shape at 40 years old, but I could definitely use a regular workout partner. I stand an even 6' and weigh in at 205lbs. I still practice martial arts to keep me in condition and ready to handle whatever life throws at me, especially at Defenders. ----------------------------- I sat in my recliner pondering the feelings stirring inside me. I had not felt this way for many years now. I have had my share of women and never had a problem getting a date. I was married by the time I was 23 years old. With my BS in Commercial Real Estate and Commercial Finance in hand, I was well under way to be able to start a family. I slept with less than a handful of women prior to that. When Brandy walked into my life on February 14th, I knew she was the one. Cupid had hit me with his arrow on the same day I was stood up by a woman I had met online. I waited for my date, and ended up eating alone. A table full of women were getting drunk and started making lewd comments to me. I was feeling uncomfortable as all hell when Brandy sat down at my table. She too had been stood up. Only an idiot would have left this beautiful woman alone on Valentine's Day. Brandy sat next to me and explained our predicament to me as she saw it. She had noticed the women and heard the comments they were making. Brandy had been waiting for an hour for her date to arrive and decided he was a no-show. She had been watching me for nearly an hour before she made her move to save me from the flock of seagulls, as she aptly named them. She called them seagulls because all those women wanted to do was eat as much semen as their hungry mouths could hold. I choked on the beer I was drinking and spit it across the table, as even more ran out of my nose. One of the drunken women was pissed that my beer ended up all over her. I'm guessing she would have been happier if it was semen. The woman got up and started yelling at me while she grabbed a steak knife off the table. Brandy stepped up immediately and told the woman that she needed to put the knife down. I felt like I had my own personal bodyguard. As the woman stepped forward screaming obscenities, Brandy's foot came off the floor and whipped around in a blur. She had kicked the knife out of the crazy bitch's hand and hit her chin in one swift, smooth motion. Brandy had just knocked out a woman almost twice her size without even blinking. I was enamored to say the least as I felt my heart swell. No woman had ever defended me before, and I must confess, I liked it. The rest of the seagulls helped their friend up and made a hasty exit. Everything happened so fast, only a few other people had actually seen the entire episode. Needless to say, I was hooked. Brandy and I became an item. We were more than an item, we were inseparable. It was as if the cosmos had brought our souls together to complete one person. Brandy had the body of a goddess and a sex drive to match. We shared the same values and outlook on life, until that fateful day almost ten years ago when my life changed forever. Unknown to me at the time, Brandy came from money, and not just a little bit. I had met her parents about a year before we were married. They had a nice house, but by the looks of it, one would not have said they were rich. I couldn't help but notice something was lacking in their relationship, especially her mother, Heather. I didn't see any communication between them other than the usual greeting and small talk. I got a very cold feeling from her in what little conversation we had. Her father, Jacob was a bit warmer, but not by much. Technically, it was her grandmother, Grace, who had money. She lived in a ritzy neighborhood, drove an expensive car, but she never acted anything other than pleasant. Nobody would have ever guessed that she was worth a half-a-billion dollars, not that it would have changed my opinion of her at all. We had a great conversation the day of our wedding. "Michael, I just want you to know that I had hoped Brandy would find someone to share her life with before I left this life. I'm so happy for you two. You remind me of my husband when he was young." I thanked her for her well wishes and added, "I could only hope to be half the man your husband was and I wish he could have been here." That brought a tear to her eye and we hugged. As life always does, it moved forward. Grace passed away five years later. I comforted Brandy as any loving husband would do. The family had known the day would come, since an inoperable brain tumor had been found during a routine visit a year prior. Grace was a smart lady and had her financial planning in order. Her lawyers saw to it that her will was followed to the letter, and every penny made its way to where she wanted it to go. You can't imagine the amount of family that shows up when serious money is involved. What shocked me the most was who was snubbed when the lawyer read the will. From what was read, I could only imagine what Grace despised about her son, Jacob. Anyway, Brandy ended up with the bulk of the estate, with relatively miniscule amounts being given to several other family members as well as a couple of charities. Jacob ended up being given most of the family pictures, with a special set left for Brandy. I think Grace wanted to make a point to her son about what a family should hold dear. Jacob never picked up the pictures so we kept them. Even after taxes, and lawyer fees, Brandy had over 300 million dollars. ----------------------------- Brandy and I were on our way to starting our family. We would never have to worry about money and could really focus on what we enjoyed in life. We travelled a bit, ok we travelled a ton, but mostly in the U.S. because people with money are major targets for kidnappers abroad. We were inseparable as ever over the next two years. Brandy had become pregnant during our time in Hawaii. We loved the islands and purchased a modest yet updated house just off the beach on Maui. At sixteen weeks, Brandy had some complications with the pregnancy. The doctor had given us the news there could be complications further down the road and a possibility our unborn child may not make it. He went on to explain there could also be a danger to Brandy if we chose to see the birth through. He set her due date for February 14th. I thought that was a coincidence. Brandy and I did not even have a conversation about aborting our child. Neither of us could, or would even consider doing so. With the doctor's orders, Brandy and I spent the next fourteen weeks at home. Brandy followed the orders without fail. I catered to her every need and kept up with the house. It seemed like we were running a bed and breakfast with the amount of people who came by, stayed a couple of days, and then left. Most notably absent were her parents. After the reading of the will, her parents walked out of the lawyer's office, and never looked back. It was the last time we saw them. After a long talk with Brandy, I learned her parents had tried to take steps to seize control of her grandmother's estate. Obviously, that was a terrible thing to do, no matter what her condition was. Greed makes people do bad things. Grace had set up a trust fund for Jacob, which he and his wife spent by the time Brandy was three years old. She supported them until Brandy went off to college. Although, Grace did pay for college, housing, and a car, she did not let Brandy know she had a trust fund at that time. Brandy loved her grandmother and called her at least every other day. She shared everything with Grace. Brandy didn't know how much she was worth and never gave it a thought to ask. A handwritten note was given to Brandy at the reading of the will. It read: My dearest Brandy, if you are reading this, I am gone. I wish I could have lived to see my beautiful great grandchildren. I am so happy for you and Michael! You are two hearts, pure as the snow is white. Michael is so much like your grandfather it's uncanny. As you are aware by now, I have left you most of my estate. You will never be able to spend it all and I doubt you and Michael would even try. However, if you value my advice and I believe you do, please continue to use my lawyers to plan your estate. They are the best and will help guide you along your journey through life. Never flaunt your money, always treat people with respect, and do what makes you happy. You have yourself a great man to grow old with. Take care of him as I did with your grandfather, and he will take care of you. You have my love, respect, and now my money. I wish you a happy, healthy, and loving life. I love you with all my heart, Grandma Grace ♡ ----------------------------- Everything was progressing nicely until the day Brandy didn't wake up. I thought she was just sleeping in as she had done many times before during the past few months. Most days she would not be up before noon. It was just past 2pm when I went in to wake her up. It was time for her vitamins and I brought her a glass of water. When she did not move, I pulled the covers off to discover the pool of blood on the bed. I couldn't breathe, time stood still, my entire world crashed around me. I called 911 as soon as I regained my senses. It was only about a minute, but felt like hours. When the paramedics showed up, I was sitting on the front steps with Brandy in my arms. They pronounced her dead at 2:14pm and a part of me died that day. Brandy's parents fought her will. I wasn't really surprised, but the lies they spewed to try to get a piece of the estate was incredible, and sad to say the least. Brandy had taken her grandmother's advice and used the same lawyers Grace had used. Boy were they good. The entire estate was left to me. Not only were we not able to spend the money, it was growing. The lawyers submitted a letter addressed to me, from Brandy, as evidence. As the judge read the letter, his eyes glossed over and I thought he was going to cry. You could see anger forming in his brow with each word he read. Her parents incurred legal fees and ended up with nothing as the judge reprimanded them in court. It was disgusting to see her parents try to paint me as a controlling and abusive husband. ------------------------------ I became a recluse for three months and decided I needed to talk with a Psychologist after I had read the letter Brandy left me. Two years later I had finally come to accept my life. I had been on the verge of taking my own life, which was against everything I believe in. I have never been a coward, and Brandy would have beat me senseless if she were here. I knew I needed help and thank God I had the means to get it. Brandy had a handwritten note for me just as her grandmother had for her. It may have taken me three months to read it, but everyone grieves in their own time and heals in their own way. It was short, sweet, and full of love. It read: Michael my love, if you are reading this I am no longer with you. Life doesn't always work out as we would expect it to. If our child makes it and I do not, I know you will be the best father ever. If neither of us do, just always remember that I loved you with all my heart and I expect you to love again. Michael, you are a very special man. Keep your heart pure as the snow is white, my love. Do what makes you happy, respect others, and learn to love again. I was going to tell you not to flaunt your money, as grandma had done with me. I know you would never do that. Take care of yourself my love. Until we meet again, Brandy ♡ As I sat in my recliner, the letter Brandy wrote me played in my head. A single tear fell from my eye as the words "learn to love again" kept repeating itself. "I will," I whispered to nobody in particular as I drifted off to sleep. ------------------------------ Saturday morning I was awoken by the amazing creature I had laid to bed. The sun had not yet come up, but something else had. Mindy said something to the effect of, "Payback time." She smiled and continued massaging and rubbing my morning manhood. Her breasts were soft and I would say perfectly proportioned for her body, as my right hand had found a home there. Her cute nipples protruded outward, asking to be kissed. Mindy proceeded to strip me very slowly. "May I have this dance fair lady?" I requested as cheesy as possible. "Only if you consider a lap dance a formal dance," Mindy replied. Mindy took her place upon my lap. She began a slow grinding motion while kissing me passionately. What caught me off guard was her whispering in my ear, "Is your heart pure as the snow is white?" "Always for you, my dear," I whispered back as I knew my life would never be the same. And so began our coupling. Mindy was still producing enough lubrication to send a funny car down a racetrack. I was as hard as diamonds and Mindy's look told me she was staking her claim. I slipped inside her warm slick tunnel and we began a slow daunting rhythm. Inch by inch Mindy gently rode me. Halfway down the length of my pole and I knew Mindy had never taken anything larger. I am well above average, but not in a freakish way. At almost nine inches long and close to seven inches around, most of the women I had been with saw it as a challenge. All of them, with the exception of Brandy failed to accommodate my entire package. Mindy on the other hand, was savoring the feel as she continued to impale herself further with each stroke. Slowly, she sank herself lower while rotating her hips. She had her arms around my neck as I kissed and sucked her neck, her breasts, and each balled-up nipple. I felt it when the head contacted her cervix. Mindy had another couple of inches waiting to be accepted. She continued to grind in that slow circular motion without lifting herself off. I could see the lust in her eyes, and the need in her heart as she claimed the final couple of inches. I thanked God silently for this precious gift. Her juices flowed and kept us on a path towards our destiny. I whispered again in her ear, "It's all yours my love." That started an orgasm that didn't seem to end. Mindy ground her clit against me while her pussy spasmed over and over. I could feel my balls tightening up, ready to explode. I signaled my impending orgasm, which only spurred her on. "Give it all to me, Michael," as Brandy used to say. I unloaded a torrent of juice a few seconds later. That sent Mindy into a frenzy. She was milking my cock of every last drop. As our orgasms subsided, she rested her head on my chest. We were both out of breath and sweating immensely. Fifteen minutes later, not a word was spoken. Mindy kissed me again and dismounted as my now soft cock had deflated. A river of cum flowed freely from her, and onto my stomach. She was like a kitten starving for milk as she lapped up our mingled juices and licked me clean. "Can't waste it," she said. Another kiss and she was off to the bathroom. Upon her return, she had grabbed one of my t-shirts. I told her it fit like a glove even though it was almost down to her knees and hid her womanly shape. ---------------------------- I poured us some orange juice and Mindy wanted to talk, and talk she did. "Why didn't you come to bed with me last night?" Mindy asked softly. I told her that I can't sleep with people who snore, and she was snoring loud! She thought I was serious and started to apologize. I started giggling and she knew I was messing with her. I explained that after she fell asleep, I cleaned her up so she wouldn't feel icky when she woke. I left out the part of gawking at her in her helpless position. I reprimanded her for ruining the paint on my car. She said that it was all my fault and I should take better care of my vehicle by having a good coat of wax applied at all times. Interesting that she would say that, considering I have only heard one other woman say it before, and that was Brandy. Something strange and exciting was happening in my mind. I told Mindy that I had never seen a woman produce so much cum and I wondered if that was normal. She told me that had not happened in many years, eight to be exact, ever since her husband passed away. My instincts about this woman have been right every step of the way. There was something bizarre happening, but I knew this was my destiny. Until We Meet Again I went on to explain that I wasn't sure how she would feel waking up to a stranger laying in the same bed, unsure if she would feel she had been taken advantage of. That brought a smile to her face. Her smile really does light up a room. Mindy went on to tell a tale that I am unable to fathom, but I accept as the truth. ----------------------------- Mindy and her husband had been in a terrible accident. She went on to explain the one and only scar she had on her ribs. They had both been pronounced dead. Mindy said she remembers seeing both of their bodies as she floated above the accident and into the light. Mindy claimed the warmth and love she felt was utter bliss. She claimed she was surrounded by her family including her husband. None of them spoke, yet they were all shaking their heads no in unison. A woman appeared and pulled her away. The woman told Mindy it was not her time. She remembers the woman kissing her on the forehead. Then the woman told Mindy she needed to learn to love again, as her heart is pure as the snow is white. The woman touched her ribs and she felt as though she was struck by lightning. Immediately, she was back in her body, as the doctors were recording the time of death at 2:14pm. The doctors were baffled when they could not find anything wrong with her. Mindy had been dead for over twenty minutes. The one exception was a scar in the shape of a heart on her ribs that was not there before the accident. Her tale was not only believable, it was scary and comforting at the same time. My heart felt the pain and love of my wife all over again and I began to cry. Mindy held me in her arms and seemed to know what I was feeling. ----------------------------- We sat quietly for a while. I asked Mindy to come take a look at something with me. We walked into my den and I turned on the lights. Her reaction told me everything I needed to know. Hanging on the wall was a picture of Brandy. One look at it and Mindy could not speak. I saw her turn white as ash and I caught her as she fainted. I was wiping her forehead with a washcloth as she awoke. You could see the wheels spinning as she tried to make sense of it all. I smiled down at her and said, "Welcome back my love." Mindy smiled and threw her arms around me as we kissed. It all made sense to me now. Had she not recognized Brandy in the picture, I would have showed her a picture of Grace. One of those two women had communicated with her, I just wasn't sure which one. I know she is not Brandy, but I'm damn sure a piece of Brandy lies inside her and I'm never letting her go. The signs had been there all along. February 14th and 2:14 were significant changes in my life. I thought it was coincidence at first, but some people would say there are no coincidences. I picked Mindy up and carried her to our bed. As we lay down, I looked into her amazing eyes and said, "Happy Valentine's Day, it's good to meet you again!"