4 comments/ 20567 views/ 1 favorites Vancouver By: maddie01 Vancouver ...... She stepped out of the hotel door and into the July sunlight, smiling at the man holding the door as she passed him. She had arrived in Vancouver earlier that morning from Melbourne, and even though it had been a 14 hour flight, she was not tired – and she wanted to stretch her legs with a walk from the Fairmont down to the pier and Vancouver waterfront. She moved briskly enjoying the sails of Canada Place Way which reminded her of the Sydney Opera House in some ways, and the façade of the various buildings along the way; the aroma of coffee filled her senses as vendors served late breakfasts to workers heading for their respective offices. As she reached the crosswalk – she looked up and saw the street sign 'Granville Street' and remembered the Canadian artist whose work she had looked at online prior to leaving Australia – and a gallery on Granville Island under the Granville Street Bridge which had some of her paintings on display. Changing direction and turning instead onto Granville Street she walked for about 15 minutes, finally coming to a sign that indicated she was facing the South shore of False Creek and that Granville Island was close by. She followed the directions and soon found herself in a thriving entertainment and shopping centre with a vibrant market central to the Island's activities. Even though it was only mid morning, the shopping centre and produce market were very busy. She stopped for an espresso at an outdoor café and sat for a while watching the morning's activities as people came and went through the centre. As she looked around she could see that the centre was a mixture of new and old, perhaps a rundown old industrial area originally which had been reclaimed over time, but had now been transformed into a thriving centre on the South shore of False Creek in the middle of Vancouver. She moved on after the coffee and came to the Gallery she was interested in, going inside to take a look around. The First Nation artwork of Canada had always fascinated her and she took some time to look at the display related to this artist that Canada so revered, and which captured so much of the early days of the Pacific West Coast of Canada. She became conscious of someone looking at her from across the gallery as she moved away to one of the other display areas. He followed her slowly and was interested and pleased to see her enjoying the display of First Nation art work in the gallery – he had followed her into the Gallery from the marketplace, and he wanted to get closer as he had thought for a moment she was someone he already knew. She was a redhead with a fair complexion, about 5' 3" tall, quite small and slender and looked healthy and fit. He had communicated with a woman in Australia several months before – but the friendship had ended when he felt she had become emotionally involved with him – and he had simply stopped communicating or answering her emails – until they stopped coming altogether. But he had never forgotten her, and she had crossed his mind so many times as he remembered their email conversations and telephone calls back and forth, and he had missed her very much over the past months – missed her more than he ever thought he would. He missed the sound of her voice, and her humor, and knew she was an intelligent and smart woman. He had found her intoxicating and very sensual and passionate, and her active and fertile imagination was something he often marveled at, and always thoroughly enjoyed – and he found he missed everything about her. Since then he had looked at the faces of many redheads in passing thinking it might just be her face he saw – but he also knew in reality she was a continent away, and the faces he looked at, had never been that of the woman he remembered so vividly. He knew her travel plans well as they had often talked of her trip to Canada and Alaska – and they had really hoped he might be able to travel with her to Alaska and join in on her adventure at the wilderness lodge if only for a few days – but once the communication stopped, it had all disappeared as a possibility. So, he knew that today was the day she was to arrive in Vancouver, and she would be staying at the Waterfront for a couple of days until she left for Alaska and the wilderness adventure with the Kodiak Bears and Whales and the Salmon fishing she had so looked forward to. He walked across the gallery and turned into the display area he had seen her move to, and as she stood contemplating a painting, he moved to her side. She felt the movement of someone beside her, and she looked up into the handsome face and intensely blue eyes that she had known many months before – and which she had fallen just a little in love with – ultimately driving him away. He looked into the clear green eyes of this lovely redheaded woman who he had thought of so often, and who he had missed having in his life. Yes, this was how he had imagined her – small and almost delicate, an attractive and interesting face – with intelligence and humor showing in her eyes. She smiled up at him – and without a word, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Her lips were very slightly open, and what started as a light kiss intensified so they kissed deeply and passionately – her hands coming up around his neck and her fingers reaching into his hair as he pulled her closely to him. The kiss was one of deep longing and spoke of how much they had missed each other over the many months where there had not been any communication between them. She had missed him intensely and it had taken her a long time to resign herself to the fact that they would probably never meet or talk again. Her feelings had not diminished for him – but she had simply accepted in time the fact that he had disappeared from her life forever, and she would never really know why or what had really been the cause. Now, with their arms around each other they hugged and looked into the face of the other – enjoying the fact they were together for the first time – and they smiled and laughed, so happy to finally meet. Over coffee in the marketplace they talked endlessly of each others' activities and pursuits in the previous months – glad to be together on this sunny Vancouver day; together after such a long and painful period of silence between them. He hailed a cab, and they travelled back to the Fairmont together. Once there, they took the elevator to her floor and walked to her room where she handed him the card to open the room door. He did so, and once inside the room ordered some champagne to celebrate her arrival in Vancouver, and also for him to silently celebrate the fact that she was again back in his life, and this time he knew he would never let her go. They enjoyed the cold champagne and talked more about her trip and what her plans were for the few days she was to spend in Vancouver before leaving for Seal Bay in the Kodiak Islands. She had plenty of things in her head she wanted to do and see, and she hoped he would be part of those few days before she left again. When the champagne was finished he stood as though to leave her, and as she stood up, he pulled her closely to him and tipped her chin up to him with his fingers trailing along the line of her jaw, and his mouth came down to meet hers. This was a kiss filled with intense passion – and she looked into his eyes and saw them darken with desire for her. She had never stopped wanting him. Now, her hands undid his tie, pushed his jacket off his shoulders and then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his pants. She kissed his neck and her lips moved down to his chest and she bit softly on his nipples and licked them. Her fingers had loosened the belt and she then unbuttoned and unzipped him –and her fingers then reached for him and found him already hard. She slid the pants down his legs and he stepped out of them, undoing his shoelaces and kicking off his shoes, leaving him in his underwear. He turned his attention to her and removed her jacket, then pulling the white T shirt over her head, and putting his hands and then his mouth to her breasts as she was not wearing a bra under the shirt. He licked and sucked on her nipples which were erect, raised his mouth to her neck and kissed her there as well, and then his hands undid her jeans pushing them down her thighs. She stepped out of her shoes, and then the jeans as well – leaving herself in a pair of white lace panties only. He picked her up in his arms and took her to the bed. Kneeling over her he kissed her along the inside of her thighs and along her soft lower stomach then moving again to her breasts which he sucked and kissed before again taking her mouth in a long sensual kiss which left them both breathless. He slid the panties down her legs and off! He then stepped out of his underwear. He leaned down to her and moved between her legs – her knees were raised and slightly open and he put two fingers into her and found her so wet and incredibly ready for him. He leaned down and tasted her with his mouth and tongue and she writhed with pleasure and her hips came up to meet him and his sensual loving. As he moved between her legs, she drew him down to her, and with her fingers around him, she guided him into her. He was long and thick, and he pulled her down by the hips to him so he could get even deeper. Her legs came up around his waist. She had her fingers around him, and they reached further and trailed along his ass touching him wherever she could, and loving the feel of him. He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth and they enjoyed the taste of each other – her perfume soft and so feminine, and he loved the way she felt beneath him, and the way she was so incredibly ready for him. They moved with a rhythm which was almost familiar to them, and because he was tall and athletic in his build, and she small and slender – they fit together perfectly. Both loved sensuous and passionate love making – and this was exactly as they had wanted and imagined it to be together those months ago. As the strands of light on the bedroom floor lengthened in the late afternoon, they were oblivious to anything but each other as they moved together in a sexual and sensuous rhythm as they began to reach the climax of their passion. Their breathing had sharpened and they were ready to meet each other in a wonderful mind bending climax, and they cried out softly as they got there together. They lay in each others' arms afterwards talking softly of plans for the evening and perhaps the next day which they wanted to spend together. He didn't want to lose this woman again – and he planned to take whatever time he could to be with her while she was near. He knew that work would always be there; and there would always be business, but her ........... No, she wouldn't always be there, and he had to make sure that he kept her as close as he could for as long as possible. They had dinner at a seafood restaurant near the hotel and they talked of the few days she would have in Vancouver and planned to spend the time together. He had always had a really bad travel and work schedule, but was determined to free up his time and commitments for the days ahead so he could be with her. They walked back to the hotel along the bank of False Creek which, with the Moon reflecting across the water adding to their feeling of happiness of being together and they stopped several times along the way to kiss and hold each other closely. Over the next few days they spent almost all the days and nights in each others' arms leaving no aspect of lovemaking undiscovered between them and they pleased and took each other to sexual limits they almost got lost in. They talked endlessly when they weren't making love, laughing at experiences each had had both in business and in life, but they reluctantly knew the next morning would bring her flight to Alaska and take her from him once again. They spent the night together again wrapped in each others' arms – sleeping fitfully. As dawn came and the early light spread across the room, he took her into his arms again. He kissed her neck and breasts, her stomach and the inside of her thighs, his mouth finally reaching her most intimate places where he again used his tongue and fingers to heighten her senses, and she trembled with desire for him. They changed position so that they could enjoy each other more, and she took him into his mouth with her fingers around him and with the other hand tracing between his ass and cock, then holding and stroking his balls. She kissed the inside of his thighs and her fingers and her mouth returned to love him even more, loving the taste of him and the way he felt in her hands. Her teeth grazed across the very tip of him biting just so very lightly, and she licked around the rim and along the shaft kissing softly along a vein which stood so vividly there. Her tongue reaching between his cock and ass, and him shuddering with delight at her touch and the way she loved him there. They had reached a point where neither could wait much longer and he moved again, and entered her, pulling her down by the hips so he could get deeper. She kept her hands on him and around him and they moved to a rhythm both had begun to know so well of each other. He leaned down and kissed her deeply; he so loved kissing her, and she loved the way he kissed her – deeply, and with such passion. He cupped her breasts and then licked and kissed them – loving the taste of her and the perfume of her. She reached up to him and pulled his mouth down to hers again – her hand around his neck and in his hair, and across his back and shoulders, loving the feel of him. They were both beginning to climax – both had reached an exquisite point in their lovemaking and could not wait any longer. As they climaxed together in a powerful orgasm which left them breathless, they were happy but also sad, as they knew they soon had to part once again, at least until she returned to Vancouver in the coming weeks. They showered together spending more time in each others' arms and then ordered breakfast as they dressed. She packed her luggage ready for the trip to the airport and after eating fruit and drinking coffee, they went downstairs to check out of the hotel and get to the airport in good time for her flight to Anchorage. She left him at the gate for her flight finding it almost unbearable to leave him, but preferring to shed any tears in private. She had an hour or so to wait before her flight was to leave, and she settled in a coffee shop thinking back over the past few days of complete happiness they had shared in being together. The flight was called and she moved to the line of passengers presenting their boarding passes and once on board the aircraft she settled into the window seat all the time wanting to get off and go back to him and never be apart until they had to be. But she steeled herself and didn't move, knowing she had to go to Alaska and live that part of her dream which was so overdue, and knowing she would be there alone. As the aircraft engines softly screamed to life and the stewardesses began to close the overhead hampers, she felt a movement alongside her and she turned to look into the handsome face and intensely blue eyes of the man she felt so much for. She was taken by surprise, and he quickly explained he had managed to get time away from his work and commitments, enough at least to come to Seal Bay with her and experience all the things they had talked of so many months before, and which he wanted to share with her. She leaned against him slightly, her head on his shoulder and his mouth moved to her neck where he kissed her softly. She knew now they would experience the adventures they had both dreamed about all those months ago, and they would at last be together in the pristine Alaskan wilderness, in a log cabin deep in a forest of spruce, and within reach of the sea ..... Vancouver Night I smiled faintly, and reluctantly murmured, "Well, OK," to her request, feeling déjà vu. I was in the same room and on the same bed as I'd been two weeks before. And again I found myself flat on my back. I was naked, feeling vulnerable, and I was aroused beyond belief. Cindy had carefully and quickly undressed me, and mostly herself as well, with many quick kisses and caresses. She had let me lie on the down comforter of the bed, not even pulling it away. The early evening light filtered through the shear fabric of the French doors. A little too much light, I thought ruefully; my 56 year old frame was still somewhat athletic, but had become less so throughout that summer with the relentless travel, grabbing quick meals as time allowed, eating the wrong foods... It had been almost two weeks since we had seen each other, and indeed, had even communicated effectively in any way. She was on the West coast of Canada; I was desperately chasing a career project through the States and Western Europe. Our e-mails and phone conversations were few and brief, and I had cursed the difference across the time zones. Cindy and I had been friends for years, but two weeks before, our relationship had taken an interesting turn. For we had made passionate love in the waning hours before I had to leave, and since that time, this wonderful thing had not been far from my mind. And now that I had her within reach, she had impishly moved my hands away. I could look, however, and I drank her beauty in with gratitude. She stripped off her black tee, cast it aside, and clad only in hot pink panties, she slid quickly again to my side. Cindy kissed me on my jaw, propped her head with her hand, and locked me in that laser gaze, her brilliant green eyes flashing with wide-eyed amusement. Her voice was as a husky whisper, "Now Dave, do you remember the last time you were here, before you left? What you did for me? Your totally unselfish act?" I nodded, my mouth so dry I didn't trust myself to speak. "Well," she said, "I've been sooo wanting to return the favour. To just let me please you." I blinked as I vividly remembered. Cindy thought it unselfish? That I got to gaze at her beauty? ...And to watch her face, her eyes, at the moment she had an orgasm? I had to smile a little at that. She thought that "unselfish"? We had cuddled together as our time had grown short. I was secretly afraid I had not measured up to her passion, so I had taken her in my arms and had kissed her as tenderly as I knew how. As she responded, I had stroked her slowly and carefully to a satisfying orgasm. Cindy had twice reached for my straining cock, and I waved her off, as I had wanted this to be a time for focus on her alone. She thought it a totally unselfish act? I smiled, for I had watched her face and her eyes, as the rhythmic waves washed over her. For this was something I would remember for all the rest of my days. ~~ Cindy then slipped from my side and stood beside the bed, and faced away from me. She was a vision of feminine curves, her near-alabaster skin contrasted interestingly by the presence of several tan lines. She hooked her fingers and thumbs into her pink panties and slowly lowered them, following them down all the way; a gesture that was the sexiest and the most selfless thing I'd ever seen. As I watched, she went to her closet, and I reveled at the sight, her right breast backlit in perfect profile as she reached high on a shelf. Cindy stepped out of view for a second into the closet's confines, and when she came out, leaned against the jamb and purred, "Do you like?" She had on my light blue dress shirt! I took it all in, this gorgeous vision... from tousled blonde hair, Almond shaped green eyes, million-watt smile, my shirt gapped open and no match for her magnificent breasts, and her cleanly shaven pubic region. I just nodded, for I'd truly forgotten to breathe. Cindy was 45, but what stood before me was a timeless youthful voluptuous beauty no age label could quantify. Once again she knelt to me, kissed me again briefly but thoroughly, and just as I started to bring my hands to her breasts, she whirled away. She whispered, "Be right back!" and I was left with just her scent. ~~ As I watched, Cindy breezed back into the room, my shirt-tail billowing behind her. She was carrying an oversized coffee mug, and in it was a squeeze bottle. I found my voice. "Umm... Just what did you have in mind?" She laughed, as she knelt beside me. "Your pleasure, sweetie, just as you did for me last time. I warmed this for you." She took out the squeeze bottle of oil from the cup, and as I watched fascinated, she applied it liberally to her hands. I braced for the contact, but she surprised me by applying the oil to my belly below my straining cock. It was warm to the touch. She liberally coated the whole area until my belly and pubic area was slick with it- my pubic hair dark glistening ringlets. She then slowly applied oil all over my testicles. I tried not to tense, but the sensation was absolute heaven. "I make a lot of my own lubrication, but for what I have in mind, I thought a little more couldn't hurt," She smiled. I then watched, fascinated, as she liberally applied the warm lube to my straining cock, her long pink nails glistening. She straightened up, took her left hand and moved it slowly between her legs, her fingers out of sight, probing, her eyes never leaving mine. Smiling faintly, she said, "Hmmm! It appears I'm pretty well ready to go." She set the little tube aside, and with a smooth almost feline move, she straddled my waist and my erection, placing her labia right on my shaft. "The last time you were here, David, you left me with a most satisfying orgasm. Do you remember? Well, I'm going to see to your pleasure now, with a little twist!" She laughed and held up her wiggling fingers. "I'm not going to use my hands!" ~~ "Does this feel good?" She purred. Cindy moved forward on the shaft of my cock. I felt her vaginal opening on my tip, and she didn't stop her forward movement until my tip felt her perineum. I nodded, breathless. Feel good? Was she out of her mind? I tried to palm her beautiful breasts but she grasped my wrists as I got to them. Grinning, she said, "No hands, sweetie, for you or for me, OK? Here, if you want to touch something, put your hands here." She guided them to the sides of her calves, and patted the backs of them as if I were a schoolboy. She then continued the forwards and backwards gliding of her super-lubed labia on top of my cock. The feeling was exquisite. I knew I wasn't to last long at all. I must have telegraphed this, as she was watching my face closely. She reached to touch my face and was inhibited by the shoulders of my blue shirt. Pausing, Cindy shrugged out if it and flung it aside. This gave me an uninhibited view of her breasts, alive with motion as she glided back and forth. I ached to touch them, to gather them in, but I dared not. Heart hammering, I could hear the blood go snic snic snic in my ears. I thought wildly this was beyond pleasure; this was nirvana. Cindy was now having great fun in her role as vixen. She began to roll and undulate her middle like a belly dancer. She clasped her hands behind her back and really got into the motion. I was fixated with her breasts and their hypnotic movements with the rest of her, her nipples hard in pencil-eraser perfection. I couldn't stand it for long. I felt my testicles gathering as I felt myself go ever so near, and I started to arch my back to push harder onto her. She sensed it, opened her eyes and gazed into mine, evidently seeing the agony there. She slowed to a stop with her vagina well forward. "Relax." I did so, and we were motionless for some moments, our only movement the rise and fall of our breathing. As I eased away from the brink, I relaxed my back muscles and got my wits somewhat together. My cock tip was just behind her vaginal opening. Crazily, I started to ease my butt down into her mattress... if I could only draw back a little, I could get my... "Oh, no you don't!" She laughed. She slid downward, uncovering my head. Suddenly, she leaned forward, brushing her breasts on my chest as she retrieved a pillow under the comforter. Oddly, I wondered what kind of mess we were making of it. She tucked the pillow underneath my head. "There now, sweetie, you can see better..." Indeed I could. I saw my cock head glistening, held in place against my belly by the hood of her clitoris. She gently placed her fingertip to my head and drew it slowly away, drawing away a clear string of my pre-cum. She nodded as to herself, and slowly resumed her rhythm, only shortening her glide distance, keeping the head of my cock in sight. After a few moments of this I couldn't stand this sweet agony any longer. I again arched my back to increase pressure against her. I'd do anything to hasten the release. I moaned and came in pulse after pulse, and as we both watched, a small flow turned into two major lines of ejaculate, then subsided. I released my back muscles, and just concentrated on breathing. Cindy made no move, she just watched me, her smile radiant. I guess it was her turn to watch me. I shook my head, opened my mouth to say something, anything. After a moment, I whispered, "I just don't have the words..." Cindy had not as yet moved. She said, "Dave, you're still hard." "Yeah, he does that. He's done, but he'll stay hard for a couple minutes." She again started her gliding on me, but not with the sexy undulations. There were shorter, more machine-like in motion. I watched, fascinated, as she concentrated rubbing her clit on the back of my cock head. With something like a sigh, she said, "You can touch me now..." My hands flew to her breasts. Suddenly inspired, I raked my thumbs through the lubricated mess on my belly, and rotated my thumb tips around her nipples. As she came, her eyes never left mine.