0 comments/ 19370 views/ 0 favorites Mending a Broken Heart By: nitengale Looking through the pile of mail, I discovered the mailman had once again delivered a piece of my neighbor’s mail to me. Holding the piece of mail in my hands, knowing I had to deliver it to my neighbor, made me begin to think of the last letter I had to deliver to him... My neighbor Ron and his late wife Stella have lived next door to us for many years. They were an older couple who lived life to the fullest. Both retired teachers, they had traveled to all kinds of exotic locations, living life to the fullest. We spent many evenings with them, barbecuing, and simply sharing good times. They were both big flirts and enjoyed teasing both my husband and I, as well as being very open about their sexual life together. The four of us shared a lot of good and bad times. The were our closet friends. Sadly, Stella passed away last Spring, and Ron’s world was turned up side down. We remained close friends, and my husband and I shared some of our vacations with Ron. We enjoyed his company and wanted him to remain active. One day the mailman delivered a piece of Ron’s mail to us, and I ventured over to bring it to him. I knocked on the door, and it was several minutes before Ron answered. Opening the door, he grabbed my hand, and shared his usual big hello, and bear hug. I went in and handed the mail to him, and we shared some simple chat. He seemed a bit down and I asked him if he was ok. He had explained he finally began going through Stella’s belongings and the day had been tough for him. I had some free time so I asked if I could help him, and he wasted no time in taking me up on my offer. Heading down the hall, towards the bedroom, I walked past many boxes of clothes, neatly folded. The bed was covered with stacks of clothes and books. He was giving everything to a local nursing home, and needed to ensure all the pockets were checked and the clothing in good condition. I began to fold a pile under his direction, and after an hour we had together gotten most of it taken care of. Ron dragged a few more boxes from the closet and began going through them. He handed me a box and asked me to do the same. I soon discovered I was handed a box that I should not have been given. There were several sizes of vibrators and dildos, and assorted oils. Among the toys were adult videos. I felt myself blushing, and told Ron he might want to do this box himself. Busy with his own box, he had not looked up to see the contents of my box. “What’s in there?” he asked. “I think these are things you might want to go through”, I mumbled. Ron walked over to me, and began looking in the box. He began chuckling and started pulling all of the items out one at a time. “Stella and I had loads of fun with all these toys.” He looked at me, and I could once again feel heat in my face. “Don’t you and Bob use toys?” he questioned me. “No”, was all I could utter. “You ought to try them sometime. They can add a lot to your sex life.” He pulled out one of the videos and walked to the VCR in the bedroom, and inserted it to begin playing. I had seen many sex videos, but could feel myself again blushing in the presence of Ron. The video was now showing us couple engaged in a 69 position, and I suddenly visualized Stella and Ron doing the same. “Stella loved this video. She loved to have her pussy licked.” Ron said. I stood there with my eyes fixed on the video, and as I watched I could feel tingling in my own pussy. The scene changed and now the man in the video was pumping her hard in the doggy position. This being my favorite sexual position, I was suddenly wishing I was having sex myself. Without thinking, I let out a small moan, and Ron heard me. “Movie getting to you?” He asked. Moving towards me, he grabbed my waist and pulled me into him. He whispered in my ear, “Stella loved being fucked from behind. My cock would thrust deeper and deeper with each move. How do you like to be fucked?” he asked. I turned and looked at him, and said, “That way.” Ron placed his hands on my breast and sought out my hard nipple. He began pulling at it. “I love hard nipples. I bet your pussy is excited too.” His hand immediately went to my crotch, and began feeling it through my shorts. “I can feel your heat through your shorts,” I had thought about sex with Ron in the past, especially when he was so flirtatious with me at our barbecues. When he and Stella would share some of their sexual adventures, I would wonder what it was like to be with Ron. I had no idea I would ever get so close to finding out. I was now facing him, and he began kissing me, and without any hesitation, my mouth responded back. Our tongues began playing with each other. He pulled me close and was stroking my back. He unfastened my bra, and his hand now moved back to my breast and began stroking a nipple. Our tongues continued to play, and I soon discovered how passionate a man Ron was. He pulled my top over my head, and removed my bra. I had no urge to stop him, and found myself wanting to be with him. His mouth cam down on my nipple and began sucking it. He circled it with his tongue, and suckled it, aggressively. A moan escaped from me. While his mouth played with my nipple, his hands had expertly unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, and I was now assisting him in pulling them down. I stood before him with only my panties on. He stepped back and told me how beautiful I was. “You are so beautiful. I have always loved the way you looked.” His expression of feelings surprised me. His hand moved again to pull me into him, and the other hand touched the outside of my panties. “You are so wet. I love when you get this wet.” He began kissing me again, and I felt so hot, so sexual. I wanted to be fucked by a man twice my age. My mouth began to react more aggressively and my tongue probed his mouth. I could feel the heat rise in my pussy, and my wetness increase. Ron was now down my panties and stroking my clit. I could feel arousal building in me. Ron pulled out his hand, and moved over to the bed. He cleared the remains of the clothes we had been sorting, and pushed them to the floor. He took my hand, and pulled me over to the bed, and guided me to the edge. On his instructions, I laid back, with my legs dangling over the edge of the bed. He moved to his knees, and was soon close to my crotch and was now inhaling my scent. “I love the smell of your hot sex. You always turn me on.” I now wondered at that remark if he had been interested in me in the past as well. His hands probed me through my panties, and this was making me excited. His tongue was now licking my panties, and his hands rubbing my inner thighs. He began to remove my panties and I raised my hips to help him. He wasted no time in returning to my pussy. His fingers spreading my full vaginal lips, and pushing the hood of my clit down. His tongue began twirling my clit, while one of his fingers pushed into my wetness. My eyes closed I could hear him enjoying my wetness, and I was totally relaxed, and enjoying being pleasured by this very skillful man. His tongue licked my slit in long strokes, while his fingers probed me. He found my G-spot quickly and was stroking it. I was soon pushing my pussy into him, and his tongue replaced his fingers, and his tongue was deep in me. I listened to his moans, blending with my own expressions of pleasure. “I love how you move into me. You know how I like it. You know how I love the taste of your pussy.” Ron said to me. He was definitely turned on, and I couldn’t wait to feel his cock in me. His tongue continued to lick me, in long strokes from my clit to my anus. This was new for me, as my husband never did this, and I was aware of Ron was doing, and at first was not sure if I wanted him to proceed. His tongue licked and sucked my tight anus, and I could feel intense pleasure rising in me. I wanted him to go further. His tongue began probing my ass. I could feel my hips push into him, and my bottom move up off the bed. Ron fumbled for something on the floor and soon had a vibrator turned on and was teasing my clit with it. I had never used one, and the feeling was new, and intense. No wonder Stella was always so happy. While his tongue moved over my anus and his fingers moved in and out of my pussy, the vibrator continued pleasuring my clit. The combined effort made me want to explode into a orgasmic frenzy. It wasn’t too long, and I could feel the first waves of an explosive orgasm beginning. Ron knew how to make love like a pro. “Ohhhh God, this is so good. I want to be fucked. Ohhhh Ron, please fuck me, please” I called out. “Ohhh baby, I will. Feel the orgasm, go with it. I know how you love it.” Ron got up, and removed his boxers. Out sprang an impressive size cock. I wanted him in me. He told me to get on my knees, and I did with my ass facing him. He took his hands and spread my legs a bit more, and while I pushed my ass into him, he sought out my pussy and pushed his cock into me in one long push. He took his time, and using long strokes, his cock moved in and out of me. His hand reached under me, and stroked my clit. “Oh baby, I love fucking you like this. I know how you love it too.” “Take me. Take me harder.” I begged him. He soon began pumping me harder, and it wasn’t long before I could feel him explode into an orgasm. He shared with me his delight with long throaty moans, as he climaxed. He continued stroking my clit, and shortly after he climaxed, I too, felt waves of an intense orgasm wash over me. We moved onto the bed, and he held me in his arms. I could feel his warm breath on my neck, and He soon fell asleep, exhausted from his day of sorting through clothes, and our sexual union. The last thing he said before falling into sleep was “Thanks Stella for loving me.” It finally hit me. He was so caught up in his emotional day, he actually thought I was Stella. I wasn’t hurt, but smiled as I knew I had given him something special, on a day he needed it most. Ron and I never again made love, but kept our secret alive with smiles and an occasional wink. My husband never found out, and I have had no regrets in making love to a special man when he needed me the most. Mending A Broken Heart This is based on the true story of some close friends, the participants have read and allowed the author a little poetic license but basically the story is true. Chapter I: I laid my head back onto the overstuffed arm of the leather couch that was the centerpiece of my sparsely decorated living room. Immediately my thoughts were taken over by the memory of the young lady I had met in the conference room of Jan-X Corporation. As my memory captured her image I stripped away the formal business suit she wore and let my minds eye traverse each spectacular inch of her body. This morning when my eyes had the pleasure of being graced by her astounding beauty for the first time, I couldn't help myself as I ogled her beauty. As my eyes took in each inch of her statuesque body my minds eye was knowingly traveling a very familiar stretch of beautiful feminine vistas. Instantly I knew that I had been there many times before, I had kissed those pretty lips, nibbled on the ear lobes that were hidden beneath the flowing tresses of her long silky hair. In my heart I knew that I definitely nursed on those her perky apple sized breasts while gently gnawing on her erect pink nipples. I also knew beyond any doubt that after I dined on her delicious breasts, my lips and tongue traveled across her flat belly and through her silky pubic threads in search of an even greater treasure. Ah yes, I clearly remember seeking out that sweet nectar that she had hidden between her shapely thighs. I can remember that in their travels my lips and tongue had lingered at her belly button before dropping down to captured the doorway to that hidden treasures. Ooh and when I did I would always find her labia and clit swollen and inflamed awaiting the arrival of my oral assault. Almost always once my tongue found its target she would shudder and scream through the first of what always seemed to be an endless procession orgasms. As I lay there, those glorious pictorial memories filled my mind with the images of the of Paula, the original Paula, the one I loved more than twenty-five years ago, her mother. This morning I knew in a second that the beauty I had just met was little more than a clone of the original. This Paula could be none other than the child of my first love. At that time I met her mother, she was a single mom with a gorgeous eighteen-month-old baby girl. I had loved both of them dearly, but when a new job called me away, I foolishly and in the ignorance of youth I didn't ask her to marry me, an action I always regretted. Now here I was all these years later invited to join Jan-X Corporation as a consultant for this project and as fate would have it I was to be working with one of their up and coming bright engineering stars Paula. As our first meeting broke up for the day and as we shook hands in parting she casually mentioned how happy she was that we were amazingly on the same page professionally, particularly considering that we had just met. As I lay there smiling to myself, I remember the absolute shock in her face, when I headed out of the conference room, looked over my shoulder and said. "Don't be shocked at anything my dear Paula, I know you better than you could possibly imagine." Then I really blew her away when I added, "In fact I know you from the top of your pretty little head down to that cute pear shaped birthmark that adorns your shapely behind." Then I quickly stepped into the elevator and pushed the button closing the doors. I smiled to myself again as I remembered her look, it was priceless. In mere seconds her look had gone from shock to desperation. As the doors closed I watched as she tried to check out her skirt. Poor Paula knew in her mind something had to be wrong with her clothing, in order for me to have seen her birthmark. Chapter II: The following morning my home office phone rang quite early, "Good Morning, Polito Consultants, how may I help you?" "Yes, good morning this is Paula Brownstone at Jan-X Corporation, I would like to speak to Mr. Polito please." "Good morning Miss Brownstone this is Doug Polito, how are you doing today." "Not so good, I was awake most of the night trying to figure out how you got so lucky with your comments and your apparent guess about my birthmark." "Ooh my dear Paula, that was not a guess but an actual observation, you see I have seen your pretty naked butt on many occasions, in fact my hands have caressed your entire naked body, don't you remember?" "This is not at all humorous Mr. Polito, in fact you are being quite rude not to mention very frightening. Something is weird here, please tell me what's going on, I'm beginning to freak out." I laughed aloud and said, "by the way call me Doug and why don't you meet me for lunch at Renaldo's Brasserie on Seventh Avenue, do you know it?" "Yes I do, but that place is impossible to get into." "Worry not my princess, ooh and bring that Sullivan proposal we might as well get that out of the way at the same time. Till then my dear," and I hung up before she could respond. I called my old high school buddy Renaldo and made arraignments for a secluded table in the alcove out of sight of the main restaurant. While doing so I ordered a box of Godiva Chocolates for the table remembering her mother's love for them. While I was thinking about things of that nature, I took another big chance hoping that as the saying goes, like mother like daughter, and remembering her mother's passion for Veal Marsala I ordered that as well. I arrived a little early and showed Renaldo a picture of her mother from way back, he remembered her instantly. I explained how her and her daughter looked like twins, so when Paula entered, Renaldo met her at the entrance as planned. "Good afternoon Miss Brownstone, welcome to Renaldo's, I am Renaldo, should you need anything just ask, Mario escort Miss Brownstone to her table in the alcove." As Mario quickly took her arm and began to direct her to my table, Renaldo added, "Just like Doug said the more things change the more they are the same, yes beauty is forever." Poor Paula must have been so freaked by what was happening to her. She must have, felt like Dorothy in the "Wizard Of OZ" and wanted to yell out something like "Auntie Em, Auntie Em where are you, ooh Auntie Em I'm not in Kansas anymore. On her arrival I decided to hit her with one more deceitful trick, I still had one of her baby pictures that showed her birthmark. I had scanned and chopped the picture so that the birthmark showed and only a small amount of her butt. Plus I had blown the photo up so much that it filled more than half of an 8 ½ X 11 page. I was hoping the over sizing would create enough distortion fooling her into believing that the photo was of a recent origin, not from when she was a child. As Mario seated her, the waiter immediately appeared with a White Russian, another real gamble, it was also her mother's favorite drink. "What's this?" she asked. Being bold, I just spit out, "why it's a White Russian, your favorite drink of course, correct?" "Please tell me what is going on here, how in hell could you know all this? I mean my birthmark, a White Russian, how could you know and what's this wrapped box here?" "Ooh that, just a little something for you to take home, it's only a little token, some Godiva chocolates." "That's it, this is too God Dam weird, I'm out of here I can't take anymore." "OK, OK, relax Paula I ordered your favorite, Veal Marsala and after we eat I'll explain." "I, I, I can't believe this how could you possibly know all this. I've got it, you must know that rotten bastard of an ex-boyfriend of mine David, that's it huh?" "(A), I have no idea who Dave is, and (B), look at this," I said as I handed her my computer doctored picture. "OOH MY GOD, where did you get this, that frigging David must have taken it when I was asleep or something." "I promise you I don't know your David and I assure you I took that picture myself." "That's impossible, I don't really even know you." "Ooh but you do, I've held your naked body in my arms more than once," then I blew it; I could not contain my laughter any longer. "Alright you bastard, I'm missing something but I know there is a catch to all this and I plan to find out, even if I have to turn you in to the police as a stalker." I felt I had been mean enough, and my softer side finally took over, so I reached into my pocket and took out a picture of her mother and myself holding baby Paula on our lap. Paula sat in shock as she looked at herself on our lap, then she cried out loudly, "YOU, YOU, YOU'RE THE ONE AREN'T YOU?" "I'm the one what?" "You're the Bastard that broke my mothers heart, you, you, you're the one that left!" "I'm sorry Paula I had to, it was the job of a lifetime, and when I tried to contact her and come back she was married, so I left again without contacting her. "Well smart ass that marriage lasted less than two years and she's been alone since." "After trying to find her I took another job in California, got married for eight miserable years, but I stayed out there until about a year ago when I qualified for early retirement and came home to start my own company." About that time our meal was served and we ate in silence as we swapped occasional glances, hers with an obvious air of anger and mine of guilt. We finished our meal and Paula left with out much goodwill transpiring between us, obviously I wasn't as funny as I thought and had failed miserably. Chapter III: Paula and I worked on our project professionally; conversing only as work required. I maintained my professionalism, as did she, in fact Paula was quite the young engineer. Then a few weeks later we had to go to a little seaside town in Connecticut for two days of meetings. Paula said her secretary would make all the arraignments as they were going to handle the expenses anyway. We arrived and checked into the Sheraton with adjoining rooms and had dinner before crashing for the night, still without much conversation except for necessary business talk. As I crawled into bed I decided that tomorrow I would somehow make a move and begin to take whatever steps were necessary to mend the breach between us. Then as I was just beginning to dose off, there was a series of loud knocks on the adjoining door. "Doug, Doug could you open the door please?" It was Paula and she sounded distraught or somehow under duress so I threw on a robe and opened the door, and there she stood before my eyes in all her beauty. She was dressed in a black silky dress that was so form fitting it seemed as though it had been painted onto her body. Her long hair was reminiscent of a times gone by, it was pulled back tight and piled on top of her head in such a way that it enhanced her beautiful face. I stood there like a blooming idiot as I gasped unable to move or speak. Paula smiled and then she extended her arms out in a gesture of forgiveness her arms were also asking for me to take her into mine. Without a word, I grasped her, pulling her soft body against me while kissing her with all the passion my old body still possessed. Our kiss seemed to last a lifetime but as quickly as it broke we began another and then another, finally without breaking our kiss I began moving backwards pulling her into my room. As I moved backwards I looked over her shoulder and there stood her beautiful clone. She looked at her mother and I with an almost evil knowing grin and as she closed the door and she said, "if you can't make the morning meeting, don't worry I'll cover for you. Ooh and don't you kids make to much noise I still need my beauty sleep." I don't know about the noise but I do know I never did make that morning meeting, and true to her word the little darling covered for me. Two weeks later when I missed a few more meetings she covered for me again. I mean why not, wouldn't any wonderful stepdaughter do the same when her dear old Mom and Dad left on their long, long overdue honeymoon. All comments from the readers are welcome.