0 comments/ 28384 views/ 2 favorites Heaven's Gate By: Peaches It is that cold time of the year for us in the State of Georgia, February being its damp, dreary self. I'm always glad to see the back of this month and I look forward to the warmth of Spring when I can wear less clothes and let the sun touch my cheeks with its rays, making my pale winter skin glow with health once again. I've been between lovers these past few months, since last July to be exact. No guy seemed to fit the bill for me; perhaps I'm too finicky...who knows. And to be quite honest, I haven't been looking all that hard for a man. I wanted to get completely over my last encounter so I wouldn't carry any needless baggage into a new relationship. Dennis, my ex-lover, is such a charming man. Well, he was until near the end, when we became disenchanted with each other. I suppose that like many affairs do, ours ended unhappily, but I'd really hoped we'd retain the friendship. We didn't. I'd settled my slim body into the over-stuffed, rose-colored chair in the corner of my bedroom. My left elbow on the arm of the chair, my chin resting in the palm of my hand. I watched him pack his things the day he left my life. Gosh, that man is handsome. With his hazel eyes and dark brown hair, you'd never know he's 42. He stays lean by working out with weights in the gym twice a week, and he plays Racquet Ball when he can...at least he did when we were together. My eyes roamed over his body as he moved in long strides, back and forth from the bedroom closet to his luggage that laid on the bed, where he was shifting his clothes around in the bag, trying to make room for everything. I'm sure he felt my gaze on his broad back as he moved around the room, but he made no mention of it. Putting the last of his toiletries in the luggage, Dennis furrowed his brow and groaned as he firmly closed the lid. The air had been so still with no conversation between the two of us that the simple sound of the latches clicking shut seemed like an explosion to my ears. Tears were trying to escape my dark brown, black-lashed eyes but I held them in check. Weeping now wouldn't change things. I had to let him leave as he wished and move on with my life. I silently followed him to the front door where he handed me his key to the apartment. He turned, took one last look around the place where he had resided with me for the last two years and exited, not even saying goodbye. As I closed the door behind him, a tear trickled down my left cheek. I would get along without him but it would be difficult. At least the arguments were at an end and my broken heart could begin to heal. The days moved slowly onward but I had my job as an accountant to keep me busy and my sweet tomcat, Marmalade, to prevent me from being lonely at home. My work began picking up in January when people came to me, wanting me to do their Federal Income Tax papers. This would give me some extra cash that would allow me to consider taking a holiday later on in the year. I could certainly use some time off to relax. Susan, the cute Chinese girl from Malaysia, flagged me down as I entered the office the other day. She's been the secretary there for the last five years and we've become very good friends the past few months. Standing 5'6", with shiny black, straight hair to just below her shoulders, she has wonderful almond-shaped, dark eyes and a smile that would melt any man's heart. Su makes peoples' lips curve upward as they enter our work place no matter how dour they are feeling that day. With her good disposition and keen mind added to the mix, she has quickly become an asset that we six accountants in the office can not do without. She works for us altogether. Su has a friend in Atlanta that is a big time lawyer, and they had been dining at the Outback Steakhouse the other night. He had been moaning to her about how his life had become so hectic, that he didn't even have time to get his taxes done. He would rather be spending the free time he did have on a golf course with his cronies followed by his favorite ice-cold beer, Bud. She had listened quietly but intently to all he had to relate and then suggested that he take his tax papers to me to work on at my home. It would save him from sitting around in an over-crowded office and be less stressful. Susan knew I was looking for extra money and felt his needs might prove beneficial for both him and me. After listening to her reassurances of my ability in accounting, he asked her to please approach me about handling his taxes this year. My arms had been filled with tax papers, my clutch bag and assorted items when she had waved me towards her that morning. I'd walked over and leaned my left hip against the side of her desk, pushing my long brown, curly hair away from my face with the lean tapered fingers of my right hand. After warmly greeting her, I asked Su what I could do for her. She enquired if I was still looking for ways to make extra cash to which I quickly responded with an affirmative nod of my head. As I emptied my arms of their burdens onto her desktop, I gave heed to what she was relaying to me about her friend Forrest, the lawyer. Our accounting office is located a bit north of Buckhead, a better section of Atlanta, and I didn't live far from my job. If Forrest decided to have me do his taxes, he wouldn't have a great distance to travel to get to my place. I told Susan to give him my home phone number and have him call me one night soon. I'd set up a time for us to meet and we could work out the details. A couple evenings later I entered my front door to hear my phone ringing off the hook. Easing the two bags of groceries I'd been carrying to the floor, I scampered to the clanging instrument and picked up the receiver. A warm, southern, masculine voice seduced my ear. I didn't know who it was but it certainly had my attention! As I continued to listen, the voice identified its owner as Forrest, Susan's friend. I sat back against the cushions of my couch near the phone which rested on one of the end tables as Forrest spoke of the demands on his time and wondered if I could possibly find room for him in my own busy schedule. My fingertips smoothed a wrinkle from my skirt as I thought about his request. I suggested he come by my place in about an hour and let me take a look at what all he needed done. He agreed and I said my goodbye, rushed around to put the groceries in the kitchen cabinets and picked up things around the apartment before he arrived. The doorbell rang as I finished making a steaming pot of aromatic coffee and placed some freshly baked cinnamon rolls on a crystal platter. Placing the laden dish and hot coffee on the table, I rushed to the foyer, looked in the mirror on the wall, smoothed my hair with my left hand, glanced down to see if all was well with how I was dressed and opened the door with a big smile on my face. Su had not bothered to describe Forrest. He stood about 5'11"and weighed around 180 pounds. He was lean and had light blue eyes. His short blond hair was beginning to gray, and his mustache matched his hair. She had said he was 50 years in age but looked a lot younger than that. I could tell he took a lot of pride in his appearance. He'd driven straight from his office and was immaculately dressed in a gray, pinstriped suit, a white, long-sleeved shirt and a maroon silk tie. He smelled yummy too, but I couldn't quite place the cologne he was wearing. Whatever the fragrance was, it was subtle, and I imagined he made many a woman look twice as he passed them on the street. Forrest returned my smile and placed his hand out in front of him to shake mine, said hello, and gave me his name. His easy grin reached all the way to his blue eyes, making them twinkle with charm. Inviting him in, I led him to the dining room table where we could spread his tax papers out and address the issues while sipping our hot coffee. I've always preferred the casual approach to work and sitting around the dining room table seemed suitable for what we were doing that night. Leaning back in my ladder back chair, I broke off a small piece of cinnamon roll with my fingers and lifted it to my mouth, enjoying the warm spice mixed with the sweet, white icing as it melded together on the surface of my tongue. Forrest sifted through his papers, reached over the table and handed me a few of them to look through. He explained the figures on them as I picked up my cup, blew softly and sipped the hot brew. Running my right thumb abstractedly over my chin, I glanced through his numbers. Everything looked pretty much straightforward and I would just require the time to compile the paperwork for him. Peering up and over the pages, I assured Su's friend that I felt I could do the job if he chose to hire me. I noticed a look of relief come over Forrest's handsome face as he stood up and extended his hand to shake mine in agreement. A deal had been made between us. Pushing my chair back, I got up and moved to my work desk in the living room. As I hunted through the second small drawer on the lower right hand side of the desk, I found a stack of manila folders and removed one, then walked back to the dining room. Forrest had stacked his papers neatly while I was absent from the room, handing them to me when I returned so I could place them in the folder and label it with his name. Laying the folder aside on the table, I began to pick up the soiled cups and dishes to put them in the kitchen for a clean up after he left. Surprisingly, I found Forrest gathering items as well. "You don't have to bother with that," I told him, but he assured me he didn't mind a bit. I was well on the way to thinking of him as a great guy, most definitely a gentleman. I noticed Forrest seemed at ease in the kitchen as he piled the clutter in the sink. I started rinsing the dishes and asked if he liked to cook. He chuckled and said he was divorced and found if he didn't want to eat out all the time, he had better learn to prepare some simple meals. A few years back he'd found a local vocational school that offered night courses in basic cooking for bachelors and he'd signed up. He'd enjoyed the friendly atmosphere among the men there and was able to fend for himself by the time the culinary art classes were over. Putting the last of the articles in the dishwasher, I closed the door, made another fresh pot of coffee, and we wandered into my living room to relax. Laying my cup in its saucer upon the dark wood of the elongated coffee table, I plumped some pillows behind my back as I settled into the corner of my sofa. After slipping my shoes off and drawing my shapely legs up under me, I reached for my cup again, enjoying the warmth of the liquid as it trickled down my throat. I heard Forrest quietly sigh as he let his long, lean body ease into one of the high backed chairs adjacent to the couch, stretching his legs in front of him and crossing his ankles. He muttered something about it having been a trying day and that it was good to just sit down and unwind. I too had been stressed by a hectic day, pushing a pencil at work, attempting to meet deadlines, running errands afterwards that insisted upon being done. It was nice to have someone to exchange pleasantries with in the comfort of my home that evening. My lips turned up slightly as I listened to Forrest tell about his afternoon at work, of being a corporate lawyer and all it entailed. He has this wonderful way of blending amusing tales about his clients along with the everyday humdrum of his work, making even the most boring piece of trivia interesting. I was delighted with my guest and his chat. About that time Marmalade padded lazily out of my bedroom where he'd been catnapping and took a long look at Forrest. Forrest stared right back at my feline friend, blue eyes looking hard into golden topaz, slanted ones. I thought for a moment we were going to have a war, but Marmie leaped up into Forrest's lap and arranged his shorthaired butt to where he was comfortable. Marm doesn't take to many men, preferring women, but quickly began to purr when my guest stroked his back. It was easy to see that Su's friend had a way with animals as well as with people. I was tickled she'd sent him my way and apparently Marmalade was too! A bit later Forrest pushed his shirt cuff up and looked at his watch. He was amazed to see how much time had flown by. Lifting a reluctant Marmalade up from his lap, he placed my cat on the floor and proceeded to get up from the chair. Laying his cup down on the coffee table, he brushed a few cat hairs off his pants and straightened back up, stretching his back. I could tell he was really tired. "I want to thank you for all your help in advance," he said. "And I've truly enjoyed meeting you. Would you mind if I called you sometime? Perhaps I could have you over one night to try out my cooking skills?" That sounded good to me and I consented with a "Sure, give me a ring. I'd love to see what all you can do in the kitchen." My eyes twinkled with mischief as I pondered the image of him in front of a stove with an apron tied around his waist. He gave me a quizzical look but I kept silent. I didn't think he'd be amused with my vision. Slipping my feet back into my shoes that I'd taken off earlier, I sought his overcoat and handed it to him. It was getting colder as the hour grew older. He'd not want to forget and leave it behind. I opened my front door and waved goodbye as he left my home, wishing him a safe and speedy trip to his own place, hoping I'd hear from him soon. I put our cups and saucers in the sink to be washed the next morning when I awakened and started moving from room to room, shutting off the lights, as I aimed towards the back of my apartment. My place wasn't really big but adequate for my needs. It had two bedrooms, my own and a one for guests, a bath and a half, dining room, kitchen, and living room. The two things I liked best about it were the huge closets and all the kitchen cabinets. I love clothes and enjoy cooking. I needed space for all of that. Flicking the light switch upward on the wall near the door, I entered my bedroom and gazed around it. I love my creature comforts and this was my favorite room when I wasn't stirring a pot in the kitchen. I'd made the room homey with a queen-sized bed, complete with a flower-printed down comforter and huge, fluffy pillows to match at the top of the bed. The rose-colored, cushioned chair was still by one of the windows, which allowed streams of sunshine in the room during the daytime, making the room cheery. A footstool made of fine carved oak sat in front of the chair so I could be cozy with an afghan over my legs and lap while reading late at night with my feet propped up after a long day at work. A shiny brass, floor table lamp was by the chair to offer good light over my shoulder whenever I'd be engrossed in a book. My walls were painted a light cream and a rich, warm tan carpet was on the floor. With an oak triple dresser on the opposite wall from the bed, a couple of small tables... one with a small, rose and cream china lamp, the other with personal items on top of it, and an oak bookcase against another wall, the room was complete. I felt comfortable there. Walking over to the bookcase, I bent forward and tugged a book from one of the shelves, a romantic novel I'd been reading the night before. Crossing over to the chair, I laid it on the table lamp to read a bit later before climbing in bed. But first, I wanted to take a steaming hot shower and wash my hair. My shoulder muscles felt tight and I thought the heat would let them loosen up. I found a very pale violet, sheer, silk gown in the dresser drawer and threw it over my left arm and went to the linen closet where I pulled out a clean, fluffy cream-colored towel. Slinging it over my right shoulder, I padded into the bathroom. Sliding the glass shower door to the side, I reached over and turned the knobs for the hot and cold water, letting the steam billow in the room. Laying the gown and towel on the bathroom counter by the sink, I peeked up at the shelves above the commode, looking for the fragrant shower gel I loved to use. I'd been to Victoria's Secret the afternoon before and stocked up on my latest favorite scent...Rapture. I'd bought the shower gel, body lotion and some cologne as well. I didn't really care to wear any perfume, as it always seemed too strong; I preferred the cologne instead. It was much lighter in smell. I wanted men to notice me, not just my perfume. Tugging the hem of my wedge blue sweater up and over my head, I dropped it to the floor and unsnapped the front enclosure of my white lace demi-bra, letting it follow the path of the sweater. My fingers unzipped my wool skirt in the back and I pushed it down over my hips, past my curved ass cheeks, and stepped out of it, laying it on top of the other clothes. Sitting down on the padded lid of the commode, I undid my thigh high hose from my white, lacy garter belt, and slowly rolled them down over my firm thighs and well shaped calves. Slipping out of my 2", black leather pumps, I removed the hose from my feet and tossed them upon the pile. As I stood back up, my thumbs entered the sides of my light blue, silk bikini panties. Sliding them down, the smoothness of the silk caressed my sensitive skin as they inched along my body, making me shiver. I loved sexy underwear. My mother had always told me that if you want to look beautiful on the outside, you need to start on the inside first. I knew what she really meant but I decided to apply her advice to the small items I wore closest to my skin. This worked well for me and made me feel very sensual. With the tube of shower gel in my hand, I stepped into the streams of hot water, tilting my face up to the spray, sighing deeply. As I turned around to let the jetting water from the shower massager hit my back and shoulders, I could feel the tension begin to release from my tight muscles. I pressed the tube held in my left hand with my thumb, letting some of the gel flow into my right palm, then slowly smoothed it against my skin, working my way from my face, down my trim, well-proportioned body. My nipples hardened as my finger pads touched them. The three-inch saucers around my stiffened nubs began to wrinkle up, showing my growing excitement. Positioning a finger between my thighs, I could feel moisture there that had not been created by the shower. My thumb flicked back and forth gently against my clit and I felt it enlarging from my ministrations. Shifting my feet wider apart so I wouldn't fall down, I lifted my right hand and removed the shower massager head from it's place at the top, allowing the water from it to wash away all the suds from my skin. Spreading my thighs even wider, and separating the sweet folds of my pussy, I let the pulsing water pound upon my swollen bud. My love button was so sensitive that I immediately exploded into a hard orgasm, having to lean my left shoulder against the pink ceramic tiled wall for support. My legs felt like jelly as cum dripped down to the wet floor. My whole body trembled. I had not realized I had been so filled with sexual tension. As my breathing settled down, I eased back up to a standing position and finished lathering my legs with the gel, rinsing off afterwards. Turning both the hot and cold water off, I slid the glass door to the left and stepped out of the shower onto a thick, pale pink bathrug. The softness under my feet hungrily soaked up the water dripping off the surface of my body. I grabbed the fluffy towel and let it absorb the rest of the dampness, making my skin ready for the pale violet gown I'd gathered earlier. The soft material moved down the upper part of my body and shimmered to the lower half. I ran the flat of my hand across the surface of the gown to loosen any wrinkles that might have lingered from where it had waited upon me to finish my bath, then buttoned the tiny pearl near my throat. The nightgown was very simple in its cut and design and that made it even sexier, to my way of thinking. Heaven's Gate I towel dried my hair as I moved back into the bedroom, fluffing the long tendrils with my fingers afterwards. Looking towards the bed, I noticed Marmalade had made himself at home on the end of it. He mewed softly as he stretched his legs forward and out, watching me with those golden feline eyes of his as I made myself comfortable in the chair. Lifting the light green afghan, I covered my legs with it, turned the lamp on by my side, and opened my book to read. I loved to read but just didn't seem to get enough time for it these days. Finding the page where I left off the night before, I let myself become engrossed in its plot...dreaming of the male character within the story. I could certainly use a man like him in my life, romantic, caring...and sexy as hell! About an hour later I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and laid the novel aside, got up to go to bed and turned out the lights. I was exhausted from a full day. I should sleep well that night. Crawling into bed, pulling the down comforter up to my shoulders, I started to slumber the minute my head touched the pillow. Two days later at work, my head buried in a list of figures in front of me, I noticed Susan trying to get my attention. Looking up from my papers, I glanced her way. "You might want to pick up the second extension, Melinda," she said. "That's Forrest on the line, wanting to speak to you." It was almost noon anyway so I laid my pen down, punched the button on the phone for the second line and lifted the receiver. As Forrest's warm, friendly voice entered my ear, I began to smile. "Hi!" He greeted. "I'm about out the door, leaving for a business luncheon. Thought I'd give you a quick call, see if you'd care to swing by tonight and let me fix you a home cooked meal. I put together a mean pot roast. Would that tempt your palette?" Just the thought of it made my mouth water and I told him so. He suggested that I arrive at 7:00 PM and we could eat dinner not long afterwards. After giving me the directions to his place, he said he hated to do it but had to go or he'd be late for his lunch date. He'd see me this evening. As I put the phone back in its cradle, I spied Susan, her eyes twinkling. She dog-eared the page in the book she'd been reading at lunch break and walked over to my desk. "Well???" She asked me. "Did he ask you out?" I couldn't help but laugh and looked up at her face filled with curiosity. "Yes, he did," I responded "I'm to meet him at his place tonight at 7 PM. He's cooking for me." Shaking my head slightly, I grinned up at Su. She so desired to see me happy again. And here the dear soul was trying to play matchmaker. "He's a real sweetie, I'll grant you that, but please don't get your hopes up. I'm merely doing his taxes for him and he's trying to show me that he can fix a meal as a bachelor. I'm afraid I teased Forrest unmercifully the other night." Su lifted herself up and sat down upon the corner of my desk, the folds of her charcoal gray, wool skirt lying softly against her rounded hips and shapely legs, one delicate palm resting on top of the other one in her lap. She always dressed well but simply at work and had worn a white silk, front-buttoned, long-sleeved blouse with her soft gray skirt, small diamond studs in her pierced ears, and a delicate gold chain around her neck. The outfit did what it was created to do. It highlighted Susan's best features, making her look soft and alluring. She pursed her lips a bit and sighed. Su was a hopeless romantic. I couldn't help but be amused by her small schemes. Switching the topic to our work schedule for the day, she notified me I had no more appointments that afternoon so I decided to take the rest of the day off to get ready for that night. Maybe even get my hair trimmed at the salon and get a manicure. I didn't get home until around 4:00 that day but felt I looked better for my efforts. I'd had to wait a while for my favorite hairdresser as she'd been busy but she was well worth the wait. She knew how to cut my long, thick, curly hair. Not many did. While waiting for her I got my nails shaped and painted in a bright red. By the time the polish was dry, Beth was ready for me and I sat down in her chair, listening to her cheery chatter about her family and world events. The atmosphere of the small salon was planned out to make the customers relax...large pots of green plants here and there, with the color scheme of cream and pale blue, soft music in the background. As Beth snipped off the ends of my hair to keep it healthy, I let loose of the worries of the day and began to feel my tight back muscles unwind. Putting my briefcase on the dining room table, I ambled into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door, pulled out the large container of iced tea and laid it upon the counter. After filling a tall glass with it's contents over ice and adding lemon and sugar, I headed towards my bedroom to see what I could find to wear. I wanted to be pleasing to Forrest's eye yet be comfortable for my own pleasure. I slipped off the shoes I'd worn to work that morning and wiggled my toes into the cushiness of the carpet. After placing the shoes in the rack at the bottom of the clothes closet, I began shifting the garments on the rod with my hand from side to side, hoping to find something to suit my needs for the evening. I then remembered something and dug deeper into my closet 'til I came upon my black leather pants. That should do the trick. They fit like a glove and were fur lined. At the age of 36, my body was still well toned and I looked good in sexy clothes. Men glanced twice my way when I walked by clad in leather. A nice leopard patterned silk blouse would accent the pants and I collected my soft leather, black boots from the rack to finish the ensemble. Moving over to the drawer where I kept my panties and bras, I chose a purple silk thong so I'd not have panty lines showing, and a sheer silk and lace purple bra. Laying all the clothes aside on the bed, I aimed towards the bathroom for a quick shower. I didn't want to wait 'til the last minute to get ready and be rushed. Afterwards, I wrapped my petite body in a warm robe, my wet hair in a towel and curled up in the middle of the bed for a short nap. About 5:30 I awoke to something cold and wet touching my nose. My eyelids lifted slightly to find Marmalade brushing his nose against mine, trying to wake me up. He was lonely and wanted some cuddling. Slipping my hands around his belly, I pulled him close to me and rubbed him behind his ears, listening to his gentle purr. My mind wandered to Forrest. I felt attracted to him and wondered what the night held for me beyond a home-cooked meal. Only time would answer that question so I laid Marmie aside on the bed and got up. My bathroom was well lighted so this was where I always put my makeup on. I much preferred the natural look, taking great care not to overdo, just emphasize what God gave me when I was born. After I brushed my thick mane of hair 'til it shone, I found the bottle of Opium among the others on the countertop and lightly sprayed it between my breasts and thighs. The warm, spicy smell of the cologne would blend well with the aroma of Forrest's pot roast. Going back to the bedroom, I picked up the leather pants and sat on the edge of my bed. Slipping my bare feet into the fur-lined legs, I tugged them up and over my firm but rounded ass. Standing up, I pulled my tummy in so I could zip them up. They fit me like a second skin and I had to be careful not to let my weight move too far off from my normal 105 pounds or I'd never be able to wear them again. Hooking my bra at the front, I leaned forward to let my breasts fall into the silk, 35B cups and stood back up, pulling my arms through the straps. My tits aren't huge by any standards but I am only 5 feet tall and I don't need big knockers. Men always tell me they like my firm mounds that are a bit more than they can hold in their hands. With my 25-inch waist and 35-inch hips, I am considered petite. I have never minded being small. There are advantages to everything in life, mine being that men like to think they need to protect me. That is okay with me. I grabbed my blouse and moved over to the long mirror on the inside of my clothes closet. Standing there, I put it on, buttoned it up the front and tucked it into the waistband of the pants. Turning around I admired the effect I made in the mirror. I ran my hands over my leather-clad ass cheeks. Winking at my image, I muttered softly to myself, "Yep, Forrest will like my sexy ass in these." Slipping some white socks on, I pulled on my black, kid leather boots and hunted for a small purse to match my footwear. Finding one, I put the few things I'd require for the evening in it, fluffed my hair with my fingers in front of the mirror and headed for the foyer. It isn't very often we need over coats in Georgia but that week we sure did. It was blustery cold and I made sure I had my coat on before going out the door and locking it behind me. Atlanta is probably one of the worst places where traffic is concerned, as everyone behind the wheel of a car is certifiable. There are times I truly believe insanity is required just to get your driver's license here. But that night I glided through the rows of cars on the highway without too much trouble and ended up at Forrest's apartment without incident. Having parked my car in a nearby parking lot, I walked into his red bricked building and made my way up to the third floor where he resided. Still shivering from the cold, I gave his door a firm couple of knocks and awaited his arrival. It was only a moment before I heard footsteps and he opened the door, greeting me with that wonderful smile of his. "Welcome to my humble abode!" he announced with pride. As I stepped across the threshold, I glanced around and was pleasantly surprised to see his place neat and clean. He didn't seem to be one of those men that always have newspapers strewn all over the floor and ashtrays filled with cigarette butts. In fact, now that I thought about it, I'd not seen him smoke. I enquired about it and sure enough, he'd quit the habit a few years before. The apartment wasn't huge by any means but I noticed a fireplace in the living room with a roaring fire. His home looked cozy and he seemed to belong to it well. Su's friend relieved me of my coat and hung it on a coat tree nearby, waved me into the kitchen where he was putting the final touches on our meal. Ummm, the smells in the room made me hungry. I had forgotten that it had been hours since I'd last eaten a meal. He'd already had his dining room table set with china and silverware plus there was a bowl of flowers in the center with a long, white, tapered candle in a polished brass holder on each side of the bowl. He'd obviously taken much time and trouble to impress me that evening. I asked if there was anything I could to do to help and he motioned to the refrigerator and asked me to pull out the tossed salad and the condiments while he saw to the pot roast on the stove. He needed to check on the vegetables. My stomach grumbled at me as I saw him pick up the lid and ladle the meat juices onto the roasted potatoes, carrots, celery and onions surrounding the meat. If they tasted half as good as they smelled, I'd be in heaven! Forrest told me about his day at the office as we moved bowls of food from the kitchen to the dining room. How he was having to do some research about gambling on the Internet for a client. I'd never really thought about things like that and was intrigued. He indicated which plate at the table was mine and pulled out my chair for me. I smiled softly, thinking I could certainly get used to being treated this way fast! After we worked our way through the scrumptious dinner, he went to the kitchen and had come back with hot apple pie for dessert and steaming cups of HazelNut coffee to go with it. I felt stuffed from so much food but ate some anyway so as not to hurt his feelings. I couldn't believe he was such a wonderful cook. He beamed with delight when I complimented him. Sitting back in my chair, I sipped my coffee and peeked over the rim of the cup at Forrest in the candlelight. The soft light made him look younger than he really was and I noticed he bore a slight resemblance to the singer, Eric Clapton. I wondered if people ever told him that. He caught me staring at him and grinned. I blushed. Scooting back my chair, I began to clear the table and he joined me in my efforts. It wasn't long before the deed was done and the kitchen was made spotless again. Forrest warmed up my coffee and we settled ourselves in front of his fire in the living room on the longhaired fur rug he'd bought in South America years ago on one of his business trips. It felt soft and luxurious as I spread my fingers across it when I sat down. I gazed into the flames as he picked up a guitar and strummed a tune. I noticed his scent again and this time asked him what the brand was. There wasn't much I loved more than a good smelling-man and he was just that! It wasn't a strong odor but more of a clean, fresh orange aroma. "Happy" he said. "Huh? What do you mean?" I asked him. The lines at his eyes crinkled as he laughed..."The brand is 'Happy' by Clinique, silly." I laughed too. I couldn't help but notice how he smoothed his right hand over the musical instrument as if he were stroking a lover's body and I asked if he had been playing it long. His long, lean fingers stroked its base as he told me of his love of music, how he admired the works of many musicians...Bonnie Raitt, Sheryl Crow, Delbert McClinton, Eric Clapton, to mention but a few. His range of interest in types of music was wide too...blues, jazz, hard, guitar rock, even metal. He mentioned he had two sons by a former wife and the youngest played the drums. It seemed they sometimes got together and recorded amateur songs once in a while, Forrest having written the tunes himself. I wondered if there was anything this man didn't do, he was so talented. Stretching my leather-clad legs out in front of me, I slipped my boots and socks off, lay on my side, propping the side of my head in my right hand as my elbow lay against the fur. My eyelids drifted down as I sighed softly, listening to the musical notes waft in the air around me. My long, brown tresses tumbled around my cheeks as I reclined there, framing my face in the warm glow of the fire. I was the picture of contentment. I could hear the crackling of the fire as I rolled over onto my tummy, crossing my arms under my face, resting my right cheek on the tops of my hands. The music stopped and I could hear Forrest moving around not far from me, then dropping down next to me. I felt the warmth radiate from his body to mine as he placed his large hands upon my back and gently massaged the muscles there. "Ohhh, don't stop," I moaned. "That feels wonderful." His hands moved the length of my hair to the left side of my head. He bent down and nuzzling the back of my neck, placed a soft, wet kiss at the nape of it. I shivered as I felt the warm air from his nose touch my skin as he breathed on it. My body has always been ultra sensitive to the touch, the nerve endings so near to the surface. I was in ecstasy as his nimble fingers dug into my shoulders, easing the knots that had built there from the stress earlier in the day. Leaning forward, his tongue caressed the shell of my right ear as he whispered that he found me so sexy and wanted to make love to me all night long. I groaned deep in my throat. God, this man was really turning me on. I couldn't resist him. His palms ran up and down my sides, his fingers brushing against the edges of my breasts. I couldn't stand too much more of this and squirmed under his sensual stroking. Moving down past my waist, he cupped my firm cheeks through the leather of my pants, chuckling when he saw me wiggle. Separating my thighs, he placed his face between my legs and inhaled deeply of the scent of the leather, making me tremble, thinking of what lay ahead. He reached for my hips and rolled me over onto my back, pulled my silk, leopard-skin print blouse out of the waistband, then slowly unbuttoned the blouse. My heart began to pound under my heaving breasts. I wanted this man. I wanted Forrest! He looked down at my silk bra, telling me that purple was his favorite color and how erotic he found it. His thumbs touched my nipples through the thin cloth, making them pucker instantly! My back arched as he buried his face between my breasts, cupping one swollen tit in each of his palms. Unhooking my bra from the front, he bared my breasts before his eyes and marveled at the fairness of them, the wide, round, pink saucers surrounding the hard nipples. Licking around the pert nubs, he nipped at each with his teeth, clamping down and tugging them into his mouth. Sweet pain shot straight down to my belly and I squirmed even more under his hands. I just couldn't lie still under this man. My own hands moved up to his chest and I yanked at the bottom of his sweater, pulling it up 'til I had it over his head. I was on fire! My body craved the feel of skin against skin! Forrest's soft lips sought my own full ones. My arms slipped around his neck as my tongue greedily hunted for his, twirling around it, sucking it into my own waiting cavern. I could feel his heart beating madly against my own, in its age-old dance. With his arms around me, he held me close. I could barely breathe. His lips left a trail of moisture as he moved down my body. My skin had goose bumps everywhere he touched. I groaned out loud as he flicked the tip of his tongue into my navel, moving my head from side to side. The rays of light danced around us as they flickered from the fireplace, allowing Forrest to search for the opening to my leather pants. Finding the zipper on the side, he slid it down and moved his hands inside the warmth of the fur lining...seeking the treasure between my legs. I opened my thighs wider to help him in this endeavor. I glanced up at his lean face, saw a smile touch his lips and lust cloud his blue eyes. As his fingers sought and found my pussy lips through the sheer fabric of my silk panties, he drawled softly to me..."I've found heaven's gate." My own dark brown eyes were filled with passion as I whispered back..."You have the key to the lock, please use it, Forrest." I lifted my butt so he could pull the pants off my legs and he tossed them aside. I reached over and undid his belt buckle, drew it from its loops in the waistband of his slacks and unzipped the zipper. "Oh, please take those off now." I begged. He chuckled deep in his chest at my lack of patience but did my bidding. I directed him to also remove his white briefs and they came off too. My eyes took in the beauty of a male body as only God could have made. I could tell he worked out a lot, as his body was still firm and full of vitality. My right hand extended, my fingers traced a line along his taunt, well-shaped ass. He sat on his haunches and allowed me to admire him for a few minutes before he moved to continue his quest. This was a man very secure with his sensuality and that is extremely sexy to me. Picking up my left foot, Forrest laid the sole of it against his cheek, leaning into it, placing a kiss there. His right hand moved up my calf, his fingers traveling over the muscles there, up my smooth thigh 'til he reached where it joined my pelvis. Therein lies a sweet tendon and he touched it lightly with his finger pad, allowing his lips to follow. My body thrilled with the passion he was evoking within me. My thighs trembled. I didn't know how much more I could take of this madness...the slow torture. I begged for release but he just smiled. It seems that Forrest had a panty fetish. And purple ones at that! His eyes gleamed when he saw my shaved pussy enclosed within the confines of my silk thong. Slipping his hand between my legs, he cupped my femininity, rubbing his thumb back and forth across my pussy lips as if in adoration. Bending his head down, he exhaled on the silk 'til it was damp with the moisture of his breath. He grasped my rounded cheeks with both his hands, lifted my legs, placed them on his shoulders and opened his mouth onto my wanting...craving hole. I thought I was going to die, as I was so hot for this man! I was so dripping wet. Juices had started to flow from the opening of my vagina, soaking the silk cloth. I could hear him moan as he inhaled my scent telling me he couldn't get enough of my sexy smell. Heaven's Gate Pushing the material aside, my lover dipped his tongue between my pussy lips, delving inside to grasp my engorged clit lightly with his teeth, tugging and teasing it. My hands gained access to his head, pushing him even deeper between my thighs, thrusting my pelvis up and grinding my swollen lips against his mouth. I lost all control as he pierced my dripping hole with his tongue, shoving it in and out as if it were his hard shaft. My whole body began to jerk as the lining of my vagina started to spasm; wave after wave hit me and I screamed out his name!!! Forrest hungrily lapped my juices as they flowed onto his face. Satisfied that he had brought me to a resounding climax, Forrest moved to my side, running his hand lightly over my belly as he kissed my lips. With one last shudder, I relaxed against his chest and let my right hand roam down his body...searching for his hard cock. It was payback time for my new lover. Forrest gasped as I palmed the head of his shaft. Pre-cum left its mark upon the inside of my hand and I lifted it to my mouth to lick it clean as he watched. Moving down his body, my tongue made swirls around his stomach and I looked upon it as the muscles writhed from my touch. I wanted to give back to him as much as he had given to me earlier. I wanted to make him cum 'til he screamed my name in ecstasy! Inching his thighs wider, I proceeded to place my body between his legs, licking the soft skin there. I could hear Forrest moan as he started to tremble from head to toe. It wouldn't take much to get him to cum. He was already rock hard! I eyed his balls. They were so swollen and tight. Lifting them with the fingers of my right hand closer to my lips, I exhaled onto them...sucking them into my mouth afterwards. Strands of my curly hair tickled his thighs as I rolled my tongue around his ballocks. Forrest jerked slightly as the saliva from my mouth dripped onto his nuts and trickled down his ass crack. I heard Forrest whisper my name as he sighed and I smiled. My left hand grasped his stiff rod at the base and my lips sought his silken head. As I flicked my tongue back and forth against it, my hand moved up and down, stroking him, feeling his heart beat through a vein running through it. His manly musk assailed my senses as I drew in my breath near his groin. My pussy was starting to drip again. I was so damned horny! Allowing the muscles in the back of my throat to relax, I dropped down quickly onto his dick, letting his head touch the darkness of the cave within. Forrest arched his spine and thrust upwards, shoving his cock deep inside my orifice! Sliding back up to the top of his purple mushroom, I slipped it out of my mouth and whispered to him..."Fuck my mouth, Forrest!" Having said that, he started bucking me as fast as he could, my cheeks were bulging from his thick cock. He plunged his fingers through my long, thick hair, twisting it around his fingers and pushed my head down hard upon him. After several deep thrusts, he let his load of cum shoot fast and hard, making the lining of my mouth white. His body thrashed as his climax came to an end. Slowly his breathing eased and he draped me over his chest, kissing me deeply. "Anybody ever tell you that you're one sexy woman?" he asked? I winked at him and replied, "You just did." As I lay there, my left hand smoothed over his breast, my fingers playing lightly against his nipples, twisting and turning each one...tugging. I could feel his heartbeat start to escalate again under my palm. Forrest placed his left hand on my back and his right hand on my ass, turning me over and pulling me under him quickly! Intertwining his fingers with mine, he pulled my hands above my head and took my mouth in a passionate kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. My heart quickened as I tried to match his pace, squirming beneath him. Cupping my cheeks with his large paws, he looked deep into my eyes and growled, "I want you, Melinda. I want all of you this time!" I nodded in assent and his lips traveled downward...seeking my pleasure points. The tip of my tongue traced around the edge of my full upper lip as he flicked his across one of my hard, pouting nipples. I gasped as he bit the tender flesh and drew it into his mouth. The muscles of my wanting puss started to contract in sympathy with the sweet pain caused by his teeth. Groaning, I yanked my hands from his light grasp above my head and ran my fingers through his hair, pressing his head nearer to my breast. Oh, God, I wanted more of the same!!! Forrest complied as he moved to my other heaving mound, sucking the nub 'til it stood tall and proud, making me moan again as he clamped down upon it. My fingers sought his back and my painted nails raked his skin. I heard him draw in his breath sharply as my nails dug red paths near his spine, growling softly, "Oh yes, baby!" My spine bowed as he inched further down my torso, torturing the already heated skin on my stomach with swirls of his moist tongue. My fingers clinched the long hair of the fur rug on each side of me, holding on tightly, as Forrest spread my thighs wide, bent down, and ran the point of his tongue between the soft folds of my pussy. My swollen clit greeted his lapping tongue and begged to be nursed within the confines of his lips. Pulling my smaller version of his hard cock into his mouth, he let his teeth nip softly against the sensitive skin, making me squirm and moan for more. Suddenly Forrest removed his mouth from my wet snatch. The triangle between my thighs felt bereft of his ministrations. Sitting back on his heels, he picked up my legs, bent them at the knees, and pushed them towards me, making my knees almost touch my face, leaving my pussy wide open for his inspection and use. "Melinda, I hope you're ready for me because my hard shaft and heaving balls can't wait any longer. I want you now and I'm going to make you mine!" I moved my hips up higher, letting him know I was eager to accept all he gave me! By this time I was dripping juice. It had begun to dribble down my rounded cheeks. Forrest gathered a drop or two with his right index finger and licked it off with his tongue, all the while staring me in the eyes with longing. Lifting his stiff pole, he rubbed the mushroom of it over my throbbing clit, making me plead for him to cease tormenting me! "Fuck me, Forrest! Oh, please fuck me now!" I implored as I tried to thrust my empty hole nearer to his hard member. Standing up, he lifted my ass higher and without preamble, quickly thrust himself deep down into my wanting, craving cave. My whole body broke out in a thin sheen of sweat and I trembled from head to toe. Having placed me in this position, Forrest could be ensured I benefited from the full measure of his cock. I felt each and every inch of him as he plowed deeper into my field. I moved a hand up and began to flick my thumbnail against my clit as he pushed harder and harder into my already spasming pussy! Each time his head pounded my g-spot, my entire physical structure shook and I'd spurt quantities of hot liquid out and over his shaft, cumming over and over again 'til I finally screamed out his name!!! Looking down at my face, Forrest smiled, knowing he'd brought the intense pleasure and joy that bore evidence in my eyes. "Hold on, Melinda, I'm getting ready to cum too!" He murmured. His hands held the back of my thighs tightly as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder each time he rammed himself into my sopping pussy. His heavy balls slapped against my butt as he got closer and closer to a climax. Forrest tensed and threw his head back, groaned deep into his chest and shot his creamy white sperm deep into my convulsing vagina. Waves of hot cum hit the back of my hole, mixing with my own juices. Shivers ran up and down my spine as his legs began to fold, making him drop back down to his knees. Spent passion was written over both of our bodies. Firelight played over Forrest's back as he slowly removed himself and allowed my feet to rest down on the rug again. I reached out with my hand and pulled him back up beside me, snuggling against him as we both caught our breath. With my head resting on his chest, my eyes drifted shut and I slept for a while in his arms. I awoke later to find Forrest smiling down into my face. "Sleep well?" He asked? I nodded and asked the time. "Oh my gosh, I've got to get home, Forrest! Marmalade will be pacing the floor. I forgot to feed him before I left." Laughing, Forrest helped me up from where I laid on the rug and I searched for my clothes, donning them quickly. Pulling me into his arms once more, Forrest hugged me warmly and softly kissed my lips. "I hope to see you again soon and not just for taxes," he whispered in my ear. "Ummm, sounds good to me. How about me cooking for you next time?" I asked. Helping me into my coat, Forrest walked me to the door and I made my way in the cold, crisp air to my car. It was late and Marmalade was not going to be happy when I got home. There was little traffic late at night so it didn't take me long to arrive at my apartment. Sure enough, I was greeted at the door with Marmalade walking and talking, letting me know his displeasure of my forgetfulness. Removing my coat and placing it on a rung on the coat rack in the hallway, I moved to the kitchen and found a can of Nine Lives for my feline friend. He rubbed and purred against my ankles as I managed to open the can and emptied it into his eating bowl, setting it down for him to fill his belly. Sure didn't take much to please my furry friend, I thought, and I headed for bed. I was relaxed and spent after my evening out and figured I'd rest well this night. Susan looked up at me from her desk as I entered work the next day. Her eyes gleaming with questions. "Well?" She asked? "Well, what?" I queried back. I don't know why I even bothered to dodge the inquisition. I knew Su would be at me the rest of the day until I told her all my news. "Well, to begin with, did you have a great time?" She asked. "Is he a good cook like he said he was? Or did he burn the entire meal?" Susan's black eyes danced in merriment as she reeled off the questions. I chuckled and pulled a chair near her. Leaning back and crossing my legs at the knees, I proceeded to tell my dear friend of the surprise I had of what a great cook Forrest is. How I ate far too much and had to nibble at my dessert to keep from bursting the seams of my fur-lined, leather pants I'd worn the night before. Her lips lifted in a smile as she envisioned my sexy pants falling off of me and giggled. "And what else happened, Melinda?" She enquired. I could see she wasn't going to let me off easy with this and I shook my head...grinned. I raised my right eyebrow, sat forward, and confided, "Hmmm, suppose I just say he has a warm fireplace, a fabulous longhaired fur rug in front of it and is a fantastic lover. Will that suffice?" Su chortled softly, saying that was a beginning but sure hoped to hear more soon. There was no hope for this romantic buddy of mine. I patted her on the knee and suggested that we let the future tell us both...take one day at a time. I certainly didn't want to rush into a new relationship. If Forrest were the right man for me, he'd not mind letting me take my time in getting to know him better. Slowly getting up and putting the chair back in place, I removed my coat and placed it in the coat closet, thinking it sure would be great when it would become warm enough again not to fool with the confounded garment. I was ready for some spring weather! After settling behind my desk, I pushed the hair on the left side of my face behind my ear, grabbed a few pages of figures and a pen and then sat there staring into space, daydreaming of Forrest and memories of last night. A soft flush surfaced on my cheeks as I thought of the intimate acts that we had worked upon each other...the pleasure that we both had derived from the time spent together in front of the fireplace. Laying the pen and papers down, I rested my back against the chair and closed my eyes for a minute, thinking that maybe he might call me later on. I'd love for him to use his key to open my "Heaven's Gate" again real soon. But for now, I had to put my nose to the grindstone and quit my wool gathering. There were piles of paper on my desktop awaiting my rapt attention. The tax deadline would soon be upon us. Sitting back up in my chair, I gathered the papers I'd laid down a few minutes earlier and poured over them, looking for ways to help my clients save some money this year. Time passed quickly that morning and I had managed to get a good bit of work accomplished. I was quite pleased with myself. It was nearing the noon hour and my grumbling tummy had alerted me that it needed nourishment. I neatly stacked my work into a couple piles, pushed my chair back, and stood up. I had this yen for Chinese food today and thought I'd visit an oriental restaurant that was just down the street within walking distance. The exercise would do me some good and the cold, brisk air would clear the cobwebs from my head. When I spoke of craving Crab Angels and Chinese Buffalo Wings, Susan said she'd like to join me, so we grabbed our coats and purses and headed out the door. I suppose we had been gone about an hour in all when we bustled back into the office, our cheeks rosy from walking in the cold air. After hanging up our outer garments, we returned to our respective desks to finish the day's routine. As I approached my own, my brown eyes spotted a long, white box on the desk. Peering closer, I saw a tiny, pale pink envelope attached to the top of the container. I removed the card and opened it. Neatly written inside were the words, "Melinda, I so enjoyed being with you last night. The closeness we shared was incredible. I felt a warmth with you that I've not had in my life for a very long time. I'd like to spend more time with you to see if there could be more for us in the future. Please accept these roses as a token of my caring. I'll call you tonight when I get home from work. Love, Forrest." Su heard my gasp and hurried to my side to see if I was okay. She too gasped when I read her Forrest's words. "Oh, Melinda, open the box and lets see what he's sent you!" Carefully I opened the rectangular box and viewed the most beautiful red roses I'd ever seen in my lifetime. The petals were a blood red and the texture was like crushed velvet. A mist covered my eyes and a single tear made a path down the curve of my cheek, trailing to my chin. I lifted a finger and brushed it away. I was so touched by his sweetness, his thoughtfulness, and his remembrance of me after last night. Susan stood and admired the flowers as I slumped down into my chair, re-reading Forrest's note. It was the first time any man had sent me flowers and my soul bore the stamp of the sincerity of his words. I decided that I too would like to see if our hearts would twine in the days hereafter. Getting up and moving back to the closet, I checked the top shelf and located a tall vase. We usually kept one there for the gals in the office in case they received flowers from their guys on special occasions. It would be a pity for the blooms to droop and die too soon. Filling the glass container with water, I carefully arranged the roses and placed them on my desktop so I could admire them while I worked. My heart beat a little faster when I thought about Forrest calling me that night. Time always seems to move slowly when you want it to race. But eventually I was climbing into my car and traveling the roads back to my home so I could wait for the phone to ring. Marmalade and I partook of our evening meal, then I pulled a book out of the case in my bedroom, sat back into my comfy, rose-colored chair to read while listening for his call. It wasn't long before the phone clamored for my attention and I swiftly picked up the receiver. "Hello there," I drawled. "Hello back to you, darlin'," he replied. "I've missed your nearness. How are you?" This man with his sweet words and caring ways could easily steal my heart. I laid the book down in my lap and cradled the phone next to my ear, letting his warm voice soothe my senses. "I'm just fine, dear. Care to come over and share some cake and coffee with me this evenin'?" I smiled to myself as I realized...the journey had begun and I had embraced the idea of seeing if there might be a future with this man...with Forrest.