0 comments/ 42589 views/ 3 favorites Affair of the Heart By: LastInLove I fastened my seat belt and started the car, sighing with relief to be leaving work early for once. As I drove to the first stop light my car started sputtering. It was then that I noticed the fuel gauge was on empty. I had forgotten to fill the gas tank. Luckily, I spotted a gas station right across the street and began to pray that I would make it there. Just as I turned the steering wheel my car stalled, leaving me without power steering and brakes. I fought to keep control of the car but couldn’t. My vehicle ended up plowing into a car parked next to the gas pumps. I began to freak out as I heard the crunching metal sound of the two cars. “Oh my God!”, I yelled. I lifted my head and saw a man approaching quickly from the other car. I tried to calmly unbuckle my seat belt but had trouble when I noticed how furious he looked. I bravely stepped out of my car, as my face grew red in embarrassment when I saw the minor damages to both vehicles. I started shaking, which I found strange at the time. Because I had been in several accidents before and didn’t experience that. I cringed when he opened his mouth and in an accented voice said, “For heavens sake, you stupid little tart! What the hell is wrong with you? Can't you drive properly?” I stared at him in stunned silence for a few moments then said, “Excuse me? Were you speaking to me? For a moment I thought you were talking to a dog. I am a woman and will not tolerate any man talking to me like that!” My nostrils flared in defiance as I stomped my foot and returned to my car, shutting and locking the door behind me. I folded my arms across my chest and ignored the man. I tried not to look at him but couldn’t help but glance occasionally in his direction. He was talking rapidly to someone on his cellular phone. The police, I presumed. It was then that I noticed his features. I guessed he was in his mid-thirties. He was very well built and handsome as could be. His blue eyes and blond hair were the perfect contrast to his face. I noticed he had some European features and recalled his accent. I decided he must be Scottish and found myself glancing downward to see if he was wearing a kilt. I snickered to myself and said, “Jackie, old girl, you are such a pervert!” I was lost in thought, or maybe lust in this case, when he startled me by tapping on the window of my car. I jumped and hesitated before rolling the glass down and inch. “What do you want, Mr... um?”, I said in a hateful tone. He replied, “It’s Stewart, Gordon Stewart to be exact, ma’am. I would like to apologize for speaking to you in such a manner earlier.” I nodded my head and opened the car door. The wind whipped my hair, as I stood up, offering my hand to him. “Nice to meet you, Mr Stewart. I’m Jackie.”, I said. He shook my hand as his eyes traveled downward, lingering longer than necessary on my bosom. “By the way, thank you very much for fucking up my plans today. Now I am going to miss my flight back to Scotland. I was supposed to return the BMW rental car and catch a flight in one hour.” Feeling very short fused by that time, I yanked my hand back and said, “Men! You’re all alike. Always thinking of yourselves. Did it occur to you to ask if I was okay? After all I just crashed my car!” He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by the police car that pulled up adjacent to mine. I was grateful for the police presence because I knew that the hostility wouldn’t go any further for the moment. After writing my home and work numbers on the police report, we were both given a copy and sent on our way. While fueling up my car, I walked over to Mr. Stewart and said, “You’ve got my phone number on the police report if you need anything else.” Before I turned to walk away, I noticed his eyes roaming up and down my body, again. I could see the lust in them, which only made me madder. At least that’s what I thought at the time, anyway. I whipped around and stomped off toward my car, glancing back just before I sat down. Just as I had suspected, his eyes were glued to my ass! I arrived home thirty minutes later, telling myself that I was very glad to be away from that atrocious man. I filled the bath tub with hot soothing water and bubbles. I slipped into the water, and tried to clear my mind so I could relax. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get that infernal man out of my head. I had given up on men long before that and had no use for any of them. I had been lied to and cheated on countless times. Mr. Stewart was just the type of man that I wanted to avoid. I gave up on relaxing after a bit and decided to go to bed early. I hoped my girlfriends, Linda and Jayna, wouldn’t call that evening, nagging me to go out on the town. They were very persuasive and didn’t easily take no for an answer. I settled into bed and tried to read. My mind kept wondering back to the sexy Scotsman so I turned off the light and closed my eyes. Within moments I had dozed off into a deep sleep. It was morning so fast that it only seemed an instant before my alarm clock began to beep. I drug myself out of bed and dressed while eating a quick breakfast. I didn’t want to be late to work. My job as an accountant at a small bank, in Greenville, South Carolina was the best job I had ever held. I didn’t want to lose it. I got to work right on time and settled into a busy day of work. The morning went by in a flash. I didn’t take a break until lunchtime. I was just about to step out of my office when the phone rang. I answered it, “This is Ms. Ferrell speaking, accounting office, how may I help you?” The accented voice on the other end of the phone, sent chills down my spine, “Hello, this is Mr. Stewart, from yesterday. Remember me?”, He said. I sighed impatiently and snobbishly said, “Yes, what is it?” He continued by saying, “I haven’t got a clue about how to handle this accident report. I am not used to the American system and don’t know how things likes this go over here. Will you meet me for lunch, so we can discuss this matter?” When I didn’t respond, he said, “Please, Ms. Ferrell. I will treat you with respect. I promise.” Alarm bells went off in my head, telling me to say, Hell No! But I didn’t listen to my better judgement and agreed to go to lunch. He said, “Can you meet me at Frankie’s Restaurant in fifteen minutes?” “Yes, see you there.”, I said before quickly hanging up. What the hell, I decided. I had always wanted to try that restaurant anyway. At least I would get a free meal out of it, even if I had to put up with that annoying man for an hour or so. I didn’t really think he had any hidden motives since I was about fifteen years older than him. Lunch went a little better than I expected it to. When I arrived at the restaurant, Mr. Stewart was standing outside waiting for me. He graciously held the door open for me, letting me go inside before him. After the hostess seated us and took our drink orders, I began to scan the menu. I pretended to be indecisive about what to order. I glanced over at the Scottish man to find him staring intently at me. I slowly lowered the menu and said, “Why are you staring at me like that Mr. Stewart?” He said, “Please call me Gordon. No reason to be so formal in a friendly setting is there, Jackie?” I gave him a cold stare, showing no emotion on my face until he shifted uneasily in his seat. I smirked in smug satisfaction that I had made him feel uncomfortable. I knew he could see the amusement in my eyes as I toyed with him. I waited another moment before replying, “Okay Gordon. Why are you looking at me like that?” He leaned closer to me, staring deep into my eyes and in a low voice said, “Jackie, I was just admiring your beautiful blue eyes. They remind me of the bright blue skies of the Carribean which is the most stunning color I have ever seen.” I have to admit that statement caught me totally off guard. I felt like melting into his arms at that very moment but I stopped myself in the nick of time. “He is just using pick up lines on me. Don’t fall for that line of shit!”, I told myself. I guess he expected me to get all gushy eyed and sweeten up to him at that point because when I slid my chair back and stood up I could see momentary panic in his eyes. He thought I was leaving. I merely said, “Excuse me, I’m going to the ladies room.” I could feel his eyes following me as I crossed the room. I made a point to exaggerate each step I took, causing my ass to sway seductively. I stayed in the restroom for fifteen minutes before returning to the table. I figured that was enough time to make him sweat. After I sat down, he said, “I hope you don’t mind but I went ahead and ordered for us.” “Depends on what you ordered.”, I replied. Turns out he ordered one of my favorite foods. He told me all about Scotland and how beautiful it is there. I listened with great interest because I had always wanted to travel all over Europe. When I was a teenager, I used to day dream of marrying prince charming and honey mooning in some exotic location. At that moment, Scotland sounded very exotic. Time went quickly during that lunch as we talked and laughed like old friends. Before I realized it, lunchtime had passed without the auto accident being discussed. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was almost 2 p.m. “Oh no. I’ve got to get back to work.”, I said as I grabbed my purse and stood up. He nodded his head and said, “Thank you for having lunch with me. I have enjoyed your company.” Then he gently lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it ever so lightly. Shivers ran through my body causing me to gasp. I pulled my hand away and hurried out of the restaurant. During the drive back to the bank, I kept telling myself how stupid I was to be so afraid. Tears poured down my face to the point that I had to pull over because I couldn’t see the road. “Why am I so afraid to let a man get close to me?”, I screamed. By the time my tears dried up, my make-up had smeared all over my face. I looked in the mirror and laughed because I looked like a raccoon. Then I used my cell phone to call the bank. I told my secretary that I had gone home because I was feeling ill. I drove home and locked myself in my bedroom the rest of the day. I lay on my bed limp as a rag doll, feeling depressed. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was going to be alone the rest of my life because I let little things like a kiss on the hand scare me to the point of panicking. I finally got out of bed around 8 p.m. when the phone rang. It was my boss calling to see if I was okay. “No, I think I have the flu.”, I lied to him. He told me to stay home the next day. I breathed a sigh of relief as I hung up the phone. I wondered what Gordon was doing. I felt bad for rushing out of the restaurant without thanking him for lunch. I dug through my purse and pulled out the police report to see if he had written any contact information on there. He had put a local hotel number. My fingers shook as I dialed the number. I asked the desk clerk for Gordon Stewart’s room but was told that he had checked out late that afternoon. “Damn, I’m such a fool!”, I yelled at myself after slamming the receiver down. I tried reasoning with my sub-conscious the rest of the night. “Men cause me nothing but grief. I’m better off without them.”, I kept telling myself. Then a thought popped into my head, “If they are so much trouble, why the hell am I so miserable without them?” I collapsed into bed and cried myself to sleep. The next morning I woke up when the phone rang. “Hello.”, I mumbled. “Jackie, Are you okay?”, my friend Linda asked. “Yeah, just feeling under the weather.”, I told her. I could hear doubt in her voice when she said, “Okay hon. I hope you feel better. Call me later.” She knew me well enough to know that I was depressed over a man, again. But she also knew to give me time to chill out. Several hours later, the phone rang again. I figured it was her calling me back. “Hello, Linda.”, I answered. Laughter sounded in my ear. It was Gordon. “Hi, I thought you left the states today.”, I said in surprise. “No, I simply changed hotels. That other one was noisy.”, he replied. “Oh.”, I said. “Can I ask you a question without upsetting you?”, He asked me cautiously. “Yes.”, I answered. “Would you join me in a late night supper at my hotel suite?” I thought about it for a few moments, wanting to yell yes in his ear. But politely declined and asked if we could do it the next night instead. I could tell he was disappointed but he agreed and told me the room number. I decided to go to work the next morning because I was far to nervous to sit around the house all day watching the clock. The day went agonizingly slow. I didn’t think five o’clock would ever roll around. When I got out of my last meeting of the day it was almost six. I tried to hurry home but got stuck in rush hour traffic. I began to worry that I would not have time to fix myself up before my dinner date. I giggled when I realized I was going on my first date in years. I could feel the fear inside me literally trying to crawl up my throat. I must have wiped my sweaty palms on my clothes twenty times before I got home. The answering machine light was blinking rapidly when I stepped into my kitchen. I pushed the play button, hoping that Gordon had called. There were a couple calls from Linda and Jayna. They were worried about me. I called them back and quickly told them my plans for the night. Luckily I had three-way calling and got to tell them both at the same time. I promised to fill them in on the details the next morning. Even though I was running late, I took the time to shave my legs while I showered. When I was finished, I slipped into my fluffy robe and began to fix my hair and make-up. Then I tried to decide what to wear. I dug through my closet three times before picking out a sexy low cut white blouse and a pair of tight black slacks. I wore my silkiest undergarments because they made me feel alluring. After dressing, I paced nervously in front of the full length mirror. I had almost chickened out on going when the phone rang. It was Gordon, asking me if I was coming. I assured him that I would be there within thirty minutes. I didn’t have the heart to break the date. I don’t really understand what it was, but something about that man made him irresistible. It seemed that no matter how much I tried to hate him for being a man, I just couldn’t. When I arrived at his hotel suite, he opened the door with a dozen long stem red roses in his hands. He handed them to me and said, “Good evening, my lady.” A warm heat spread through me as I fought back tears. I thought my heart was going to melt. For the first time in my life, I was speechless. He took my hand and led me into the room. I sat down on the sofa and stared in awe at the lavishly decorated suite. I put the roses on the table when he handed me a glass of Champagne and said, “May I sit next to you?” I nodded my head, feeling a bit overwhelmed. My thoughts raced wildly as I wondered why he was being so nice to me. “Why are you being so quiet?”, He asked me after several minutes of uncomfortable silence. I smiled nervously at him and said, “Sorry, Gordon. I am just shocked that a man is treating me nice.” “I know we got off to a rocky start. But I hope you will give me a chance to treat you the way a goddess should be treated.”, He told me. In the back of my mind, I wondered if he was trying to sweet talk me. “Stop thinking like that, Jackie.”, I said to myself. I almost dropped my glass when a knock sounded at the door. Gordon went to answer it as I tried to slow down my pulse. I didn’t know why I was so jumpy. I turned my head and saw several carts of food being wheeled into the suite. I felt numb as I watched the hotel employees set up a feast fit for a king on the table that was near the fire place. After they left the room, Gordon dimmed the lights and turned on the stereo system. Soft music filled the room as he offered his hand to me. He walked me to the table and pulled a chair out for me. I sat down and let him scoot me closer to the table. Then he sat across from me. I felt like drooling when I saw the foods on my plate. There was chicken and steak for the main dishes. Plus several side dishes of vegetables and fruit. My eyes followed Gordon’s hands when he picked up a strawberry, dipped it in cream and slowly lifted it to his mouth. Juice trickled down his chin when he bit into it. I’m not sure I was even aware of getting up at the time, but the next thing I knew I was standing next to him, bending down and nibbling on that strawberry. We ended up sharing a very heated berry swirl kiss that left us both feeling breathless. I thought my legs were going to buckle as our lips parted. I slowly backed toward my chair and sat down. I noticed Gordon was also breathing raggedly. He smiled and said, “Oh my lady, that was very nice.” I trembled slightly as he looked at me with his mesmerizing eyes. He reached across the table and gently lifted up my hand, kissing it with the utmost tenderness. Sexual fire surged up my arm and throughout my body. I gasped as my desire to be devoured by his soft lips, began to grow. Wanting to keep control of the situation, I pulled my hand back and said, “May I have some ice water, please?” He nodded his head and got up to get it. “Oh my God! I’m so hot that I’m going to spontaneously combust.”, I thought. When he handed me the water, I drank it straight down with the hopes that it would put out the fire inside me. I tried to distract myself from lusting after Gordon by eating. He followed my lead and started on his dinner. Every time I glanced up, I found him staring at me. I put my fork down and stared back. He said, “Sorry, If I am making you uncomfortable. I am just trying to burn the memory of your beauty into my mind before I return home tomorrow.” I frowned and said, “You’re going back to Scotland?” He nodded his head and said, “Yes. Business duties call me home.” Disappointment filled my senses. He must have sensed this because he said, “Not to worry. This won’t be my last business trip to the states." His eyes twinkled mischievously when he said that. After eating, we sat on the couch talking for hours. I felt so comfortable with him that I practically told him my life story. He shared many things about his life with me too. Before either one of us realized it the sun was coming up. When I saw the light coming through the curtains, I walked over to the window and peeked out. I saw a balcony outside and said, “Do you want to watch the sunrise?” Gordon smiled and walked over the french doors and opened them. I stepped outside with him right behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck as he leaned close and said, “I wish I could watch the sun rise every morning with you.” I unconsciously pressed back against him, allowing him to wrap his arms around my waist. The feel of his strong arms holding me like that was wonderful. We watched the sun for at least ten minutes, before I began to shiver from the cool morning air. “Come inside and get warm.”, He whispered into my ear. He led me back to the couch and covered me with a small afghan. Then he made some coffee and began to gather up his belongings. “What time is your flight?”, I asked. He glanced at his watch and said, “I have to be at the airport in three hours.” I nodded my head and said, “Can I drive you to the airport?” “Yes, that would be great.”, He answered. I sat on the couch, drinking my coffee and watching him over the next hour. My rambling thoughts confused me very much. I usually had no interest in being involved with any man but I wanted Gordon to stay and be with me so bad that it hurt to think of him leaving. I wished I could ask him not to go. I even opened my mouth to say it a couple times but couldn’t find the words. Affair of the Heart John and Beth had been having an affair for over 20 years. They had shared their most intimate secrets with each other. They knew everything about each other. Their hopes, their dreams, their fears, nothing was kept secret. John was there when Beth had concerns about her children and she was who he turned to in his doubts about his job. They were there for each other in times of joy and sorrow, in triumph and failure. Over the 20 years they had become soul mates. But what was so unusual about their affair, they had never met. What had started as a simple email chat had grown over that time into something special. Oh they talked about meeting some place. They had actually gone as far to plan it, down to the last detail. Then at the last minute, one or the other would cancel out. The reasons given were always good ones, ranging from sick children to not wanting to hurt their spouses. The real reason was never said. What if they met and there was no magic, no spark. Then what? All the feelings exchanged by email would be gone, lost and neither wanted that. So they continued as is for the 20 years. A perfect affair. As with all perfect things, they can't last forever. John was 10 years older than Beth. He had 3 children 2 boys and a girl. Beth had 2 children, a boy and girl. It is the youngest two who will bring this affair to a different level. Beth's youngest, Sophie, was a very bright young lady and upon graduating high school, applied for and was accepted at a prestigious Eastern college. Sophie was a lot like her mother. Everyone who met her thought she was cute. She had brown eyes and honey brown, curly hair that she wore in a French chignon. At 5 ft she was a kind, considerate girl who had the confidence to know what she wanted and not afraid to go and get it. But unlike her mother, she had a bit of wild streak and sometimes acted upon it. To Sophie her mom was strait-laced and sensible. Sophie took some chances and even though she was leaving her Mid-west roots, she knew she would make it. For two years, she worked hard and excelled at her studies. She had a few boyfriends but no one serious. This is until she met Matt. Matt was 7 years older than her. He was an engineer who had a good job and was a local New Englander. Sophie called home and told Beth she had found Mr. Right. It was love at first sight. She wanted her mom and dad to come east to meet Matt. Beth explained that it would be a big step for them to do that and she asked Sophie to go slow. Beth asked her to please find out more about him before she did anything foolish. "Mother, I know everything I need to know. His dad is a teacher and he is from New Hampshire. He has an older brother and sister," Sophie said into the phone. "I know you think I might be rushing this but I know how I feel. I really want you to me him and his parents too" "Ok, I'll talk to your father, " Beth replied. "By the way, what's his last name?" A simple question that all mothers ask but the answer caused Beth to almost drop the phone. As Sophie told her mother the name, Beth realized that Matt was John's youngest son. All of a sudden things became very complicated. After saying good-bye, Beth debated on what to do. She waited until her husband went to bed and then sat down at her computer. She prayed John was still awake. She typed in Hey, how are things going? Have you talked to Matt lately?-Beth Please answer she thought as she waited. She didn't have to wait long. It's been a long time. How are you? I've missed you. Yes I have. Why?-John I'm good. Missed you too. Did he tell you about his girlfriend?-Beth Yes. Her name is Sophie and she is a junior in college. We met her and she is very cute. He seems pretty serious. Wants us to meet her and parents. Why the questions?-John Because your Matt is in love with my Sophie-Beth There was a delay before a message came back. So let me get this straight. Sophie is your little girl all grown up and now our two youngest are in love with each other. They want to meet the parents. When? Where?-John No date yet. Sophie wants us to fly east so it seems like Boston. What about you and me? Meeting you might be a dream come true or a huge nightmare. What do you think?-Beth Not sure what to think. Agee on the dream/nightmare though. We have time. I'll talk to Matt and you talk to Sophie. It will work out somehow-John Ok we need to stay in touch a lot more-Beth That is not a bad thing-John So Beth and John did just that. They talked to their children and found out that Matt and Sophie was the real thing. The two of them seemed to be serious about each other and it was important to them that their parents meet each other. The date was set and they would all being out for a nice dinner in Boston. As the date grew closer, Beth and John sent less and less emails to each other. It was like if they didn't talk about it, it might not happen. They had planned meetings before but they never took place. Maybe this time would be like all the rest. On the actual day John was nervous wreck. He went to barber that morning and got a haircut, even though he really didn't one. For the 1st time, he had the barber give him a shave. The clothes he decided to wear were brand new, including his shoes. He even put on new underwear. He didn't know why he did but it seemed right. When asked why he was doing this by his wife, he replied, "I want to make a good first impression in front of Sophie and her parents." Now all he had to do was wait until that evening. In her hotel room in Boston, Beth was just as nervous. She didn't sleep much that night. When asked by husband why she replied, "I'm worry that we won't make a good impression. I want this to go right for Sophie." She decided to wear a new pink sundress. She felt it looked good against her skin and pink was a bright color. She let her chestnut brown hair fall loose to her shoulder. She put on new underwear. She knew just had to. John and his wife got to the restaurant a little early. He was so impatient that he could have been there 2 hours early. There they met Matt and Sophie there. It was easy to see why Matt was love with her. Since this was their second meeting, there wasn't the usual uncomfortableness. The table was towards the back and the lighting was soft. They sat down, leaving two seats for Beth and her husband. John left the seat next him vacate, hoping maybe Beth would sit there. The four of them had only a few minutes together when Sophie stood up. "Mom, Dad, over here!" This was the moment John had waited for and had dreaded. He stood up and there she was. After 20 years, he finally got to see the woman he had being carrying on an affair for all those years. And there she was. She was more than he ever dreamed she would be. She was gorgeous. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle and her smile lit up the room. She was the same height as Sophie and her figure was fantastic for a woman her age. John was rendered speechless at her sight. After the introductions, they sat down and Beth chose the seat next to John. He could smell her perfume, her hair and was driving him crazy. He wanted her to know it but how could he? Beth solved the problem by moving in her seat and pressing her leg against his. He decided to go further. He put his hand on her knee under the table. She didn't push it away. In fact she spread her legs a little. He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, feeling the smoothness of her stocking. Beth shifted in her seat, allowing him better access. All the while, they carried on a normal conversation. There were plenty of questions asked around and despite what was occurring under the table all appeared normal. When John's hand passed the top of Beth's stocking and touched bare skin, she gave out a quiet sigh. "You alright, mom?" Sophie asked. "Yes," Beth replied, "Things couldn't be better." John moved his hand towards her crotch. His fingers rub against her panties. They were soaked with her juices and he could feel the heat. Beth pushed against his hand. She took a deep breath. "Are you sure you are ok, mom?" Sophie asked again. "Well, maybe with all this excitement. I can't believe my little girl has met such a nice young man," Beth said. "Excuse me but I think I need to go to the ladies room." "Do you want me to go with you?" "No, that's alright." By now John had removed his hand and Beth stood up. She gave him a quick look and then excused herself. She walked towards the restrooms which were near the front entrance. After about two minutes, John stood up. "It must be catching. Excuse me." He walked towards the front. As he reached the front, Beth stepped beside him. Taking his hand, she said, "Let's go outside," and she led the way. They didn't say anything to each other but continued to walk through the parking lot. After a distance they stopped and turned towards each. Like two nervous teenagers, they kissed. A short simple kiss that lasted only a brief second. They kissed again. This time the kiss was deep and passionate. John pushed his tongue against her lips and Beth willingly opened her mouth to let him in. Their hands began to roam over each other. They moved their bodies closer, crushing Beth's breasts against John's chest. Each could feel the heat. John took his hand and put it up Beth's dress. Her panties were wetter than before. Beth spread her legs, urging him on. He slid the material aside and rubbed his fingers on her moist, hot lips. Beth broke the kiss. "Put them in me," she moaned. John pushed two fingers in. He placed his thumb on her erect clit and began to circle it. With his fingers moving in and out and his thumb pressing on her clit, Beth buried her face into his chest. Her pussy felt on fire. Her hips began to move in rhythm with his hand. As she pressed against him, she could feel his erect cock. She wanted him now. Suddenly she pushed him away. "Stop," she whispered. "Please stop." John was confused. "Why? Isn't what you want? Didn't it feel good?" he asked. Beth looked into his eyes. "Oh yes, I want this but not here. I have dreamt about this moment for over 20 years. It wasn't in a parking lot under a lamp post." "I understand," John said catching his breath. "But what now? Beth, I want you." "And I want you too," she replied. "Only not here, not now. I want the moment to be special." "Now that we gone this far, how do we get to that moment?" "I think we will have plenty of opportunities. Ass we will be able to see a lot of one another. Here is a reminder so you won't forget me." With that she slid her panties down and stepped out of them. She handed them to John with a smile. Affair of the Heart He watched me move between his legs. I positioned myself so I could look into his eyes as I tasted him. His staff was standing at full attention and glistening with pre-cum. I ran the tip of my tongue across the tip of it, swirling it slowly through the sticky fluid. He moaned as I tickled him with each lick. My tongue gradually moved down the sides, going up and down. Then I sucked his full length into my mouth, taking him in like I would suck a popsicle. Our gaze on each others eyes stayed locked as I bobbed my head up and down. Every time I took him in a little deeper. When I felt him twitching against my tongue, I pulled back and gripped him firmly with my hand. He whimpered in agony. I held him tight until he relaxed a bit. Then I climbed up onto of him, straddling his hips. I said, “Be patient with me. It’s been a long time since I have been with a man.” He smiled and put his hands on my waist, guiding me down onto his shaft. Our moans filled the room as his manhood entered my tight crevice. My juices coated his length, making it easier to work his size into me. I closed my eyes and began to rock against him. He met my every move. We took our time, not wanting to hurry the event we had both waited so long for. The way he felt inside me at that moment is almost indescribable. It was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had in my life. The anticipation for the moment had built so long that I thought I was going die of pleasure as I wrapped my muscles around his girth. I moved slowly, enjoying every second of what I was feeling. I knew Gordon was having immense pleasure as well because he was groaning louder each time I took him deeper inside me. As orgasm approached, he pulled me against his chest, kissing me with the utmost urgency. Our tongues danced wildly against one another as the moment peaked. Gordon slammed his pelvis upward as hard as he could, making the tip of his muscle hit my cervix. His hot cream painted my insides as my juices began to flow. Our moans of pleasure did not subside until we had both experienced countless climaxes. When our lips parted, I opened my eyes and looked at him. We both said, “Wow!”, at the same instant then laughed. I rolled over onto the bed and lay my head on his chest. His heart pounded against my ear as he breathed heavily. From where my head was resting I could see his manhood. After a few moments, I noticed that it had not softened. I lifted my face to look at him. He was smiling and said, “It had been a long time for me as well. It might take me a while to catch up.” I gave him a knowing look and said, “Good.” Then I rolled onto a pillow, allowing him to climb between my legs in missionary position. He slowly entered my dripping wet valley. That time he was able to easily slide in because of all the juices. I gyrated my hips in rhythm with his movements as he made love to me. We stared deep into each others eyes, lost within one another. He pressed his chest against my breasts as he stroked in and out. I enjoyed the feel of his body as it tickled my hard nipples. He never changed his pace, moving steadily and not wanting to rush the moment. I panted faster and faster as the intensity grew. Small orgasms began to ripple through my body. I cried out in pleasure as each one shook me. He groaned each time I climaxed but continued at his pace. When he finally reached orgasm, he hollered, “Oh yes, my lady!” He collapsed against my bosom as his hot semen overfilled my womanhood, oozing down my thighs. I sighed in contentment as we fell asleep in each others arms. I awoke sometime later feeling all hot and sticky. I slipped out of the bed and went to take a shower. When I was finished, Gordon was sitting up in bed waiting for me. He said, “Can I ask you a question?” I nodded my head. He said, “Do you mind if we go on our honeymoon to Scotland?” I laughed and said, “Mind? Hell no! I would be mad if we went anywhere else.” We talked it over the next few weeks and decided to get married on my birthday. It was a simple ceremony with just a few close friends and family. After the reception, we went straight to the air port. I was very nervous on the flight from New York to the U.K. Flashbacks of what had happened two Gordon several years before kept entering my mind. During the flight, I had a tight grip on his hand. When the plane finally landed in Scotland, he had to pry my fingers lose from his. We stayed at a castle deep in the mountains. It had been converted into an Inn. Our honeymoon lasted a week. Every moment of it was romantic. When we got back home, I moved into Gordon’s house the following day. In spite of our age differences, Gordon has been wonderful. He has treated me like a queen throughout our marriage. Now that I sit here writing this story, twenty years later, I have to think back to the day that old lady appeared in the park. Maybe she was a figment of my imagination, maybe she wasn’t. Either way, I have to thank her for showing me that it was time to open my heart and let true love inside. Please vote for this story. Reader feedback is greatly appreciated.