Your erotic stories

Too many erotic stories. Erotic stories free to watch. Only the best porn stories and sex stories

Affair of the Heart

Category: Mature
BadFairGoodInterestingSuper Total 0 votes

I fastened my seat belt and started the car, sighing with relief to be leaving work early for once. As I drove to the first stop light my car started sputtering. It was then that I noticed the fuel gauge was on empty. I had forgotten to fill the gas tank.

Luckily, I spotted a gas station right across the street and began to pray that I would make it there.

Just as I turned the steering wheel my car stalled, leaving me without power steering and brakes. I fought to keep control of the car but couldn’t. My vehicle ended up plowing into a car parked next to the gas pumps.

I began to freak out as I heard the crunching metal sound of the two cars. “Oh my God!”, I yelled. I lifted my head and saw a man approaching quickly from the other car. I tried to calmly unbuckle my seat belt but had trouble when I noticed how furious he looked. I bravely stepped out of my car, as my face grew red in embarrassment when I saw the minor damages to both vehicles. I started shaking, which I found strange at the time. Because I had been in several accidents before and didn’t experience that.

I cringed when he opened his mouth and in an accented voice said, “For heavens sake, you stupid little tart! What the hell is wrong with you? Can’t you drive properly?” I stared at him in stunned silence for a few moments then said, “Excuse me? Were you speaking to me? For a moment I thought you were talking to a dog. I am a woman and will not tolerate any man talking to me like that!” My nostrils flared in defiance as I stomped my foot and returned to my car, shutting and locking the door behind me. I folded my arms across my chest and ignored the man.

I tried not to look at him but couldn’t help but glance occasionally in his direction. He was talking rapidly to someone on his cellular phone. The police, I presumed. It was then that I noticed his features. I guessed he was in his mid-thirties. He was very well built and handsome as could be. His blue eyes and blond hair were the perfect contrast to his face. I noticed he had some European features and recalled his accent. I decided he must be Scottish and found myself glancing downward to see if he was wearing a kilt. I snickered to myself and said, “Jackie, old girl, you are such a pervert!”

I was lost in thought, or maybe lust in this case, when he startled me by tapping on the window of my car. I jumped and hesitated before rolling the glass down and inch. “What do you want, Mr… um?”, I said in a hateful tone. He replied, “It’s Stewart, Gordon Stewart to be exact, ma’am. I would like to apologize for speaking to you in such a manner earlier.”

I nodded my head and opened the car door. The wind whipped my hair, as I stood up, offering my hand to him. “Nice to meet you, Mr Stewart. I’m Jackie.”, I said. He shook my hand as his eyes traveled downward, lingering longer than necessary on my bosom. “By the way, thank you very much for fucking up my plans today. Now I am going to miss my flight back to Scotland. I was supposed to return the BMW rental car and catch a flight in one hour.”

Feeling very short fused by that time, I yanked my hand back and said, “Men! You’re all alike. Always thinking of yourselves. Did it occur to you to ask if I was okay? After all I just crashed my car!” He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by the police car that pulled up adjacent to mine. I was grateful for the police presence because I knew that the hostility wouldn’t go any further for the moment.

After writing my home and work numbers on the police report, we were both given a copy and sent on our way. While fueling up my car, I walked over to Mr. Stewart and said, “You’ve got my phone number on the police report if you need anything else.”

Before I turned to walk away, I noticed his eyes roaming up and down my body, again. I could see the lust in them, which only made me madder. At least that’s what I thought at the time, anyway. I whipped around and stomped off toward my car, glancing back just before I sat down. Just as I had suspected, his eyes were glued to my ass!

I arrived home thirty minutes later, telling myself that I was very glad to be away from that atrocious man. I filled the bath tub with hot soothing water and bubbles. I slipped into the water, and tried to clear my mind so I could relax. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get that infernal man out of my head. I had given up on men long before that and had no use for any of them. I had been lied to and cheated on countless times.

Mr. Stewart was just the type of man that I wanted to avoid. I gave up on relaxing after a bit and decided to go to bed early. I hoped my girlfriends, Linda and Jayna, wouldn’t call that evening, nagging me to go out on the town. They were very persuasive and didn’t easily take no for an answer.

I settled into bed and tried to read. My mind kept wondering back to the sexy Scotsman so I turned off the light and closed my eyes. Within moments I had dozed off into a deep sleep. It was morning so fast that it only seemed an instant before my alarm clock began to beep. I drug myself out of bed and dressed while eating a quick breakfast. I didn’t want to be late to work. My job as an accountant at a small bank, in Greenville, South Carolina was the best job I had ever held. I didn’t want to lose it.

I got to work right on time and settled into a busy day of work. The morning went by in a flash. I didn’t take a break until lunchtime. I was just about to step out of my office when the phone rang. I answered it, “This is Ms. Ferrell speaking, accounting office, how may I help you?” The accented voice on the other end of the phone, sent chills down my spine, “Hello, this is Mr. Stewart, from yesterday. Remember me?”, He said. I sighed impatiently and snobbishly said, “Yes, what is it?”

He continued by saying, “I haven’t got a clue about how to handle this accident report. I am not used to the American system and don’t know how things likes this go over here. Will you meet me for lunch, so we can discuss this matter?” When I didn’t respond, he said, “Please, Ms. Ferrell. I will treat you with respect. I promise.”

Alarm bells went off in my head, telling me to say, Hell No! But I didn’t listen to my better judgement and agreed to go to lunch. He said, “Can you meet me at Frankie’s Restaurant in fifteen minutes?” “Yes, see you there.”, I said before quickly hanging up. What the hell, I decided. I had always wanted to try that restaurant anyway. At least I would get a free meal out of it, even if I had to put up with that annoying man for an hour or so. I didn’t really think he had any hidden motives since I was about fifteen years older than him.

Lunch went a little better than I expected it to. When I arrived at the restaurant, Mr. Stewart was standing outside waiting for me. He graciously held the door open for me, letting me go inside before him. After the hostess seated us and took our drink orders, I began to scan the menu. I pretended to be indecisive about what to order. I glanced over at the Scottish man to find him staring intently at me. I slowly lowered the menu and said, “Why are you staring at me like that Mr. Stewart?”

He said, “Please call me Gordon. No reason to be so formal in a friendly setting is there, Jackie?” I gave him a cold stare, showing no emotion on my face until he shifted uneasily in his seat. I smirked in smug satisfaction that I had made him feel uncomfortable. I knew he could see the amusement in my eyes as I toyed with him.

I waited another moment before replying, “Okay Gordon. Why are you looking at me like that?” He leaned closer to me, staring deep into my eyes and in a low voice said, “Jackie, I was just admiring your beautiful blue eyes. They remind me of the bright blue skies of the Carribean which is the most stunning color I have ever seen.”

I have to admit that statement caught me totally off guard. I felt like melting into his arms at that very moment but I stopped myself in the nick of time. “He is just using pick up lines on me. Don’t fall for that line of shit!”, I told myself. I guess he expected me to get all gushy eyed and sweeten up to him at that point because when I slid my chair back and stood up I could see momentary panic in his eyes. He thought I was leaving. I merely said, “Excuse me, I’m going to the ladies room.”

I could feel his eyes following me as I crossed the room. I made a point to exaggerate each step I took, causing my ass to sway seductively. I stayed in the restroom for fifteen minutes before returning to the table. I figured that was enough time to make him sweat. After I sat down, he said, “I hope you don’t mind but I went ahead and ordered for us.” “Depends on what you ordered.”, I replied. Turns out he ordered one of my favorite foods.

He told me all about Scotland and how beautiful it is there. I listened with great interest because I had always wanted to travel all over Europe. When I was a teenager, I used to day dream of marrying prince charming and honey mooning in some exotic location. At that moment, Scotland sounded very exotic.

Time went quickly during that lunch as we talked and laughed like old friends. Before I realized it, lunchtime had passed without the auto accident being discussed. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was almost 2 p.m. “Oh no. I’ve got to get back to work.”, I said as I grabbed my purse and stood up. He nodded his head and said, “Thank you for having lunch with me. I have enjoyed your company.” Then he gently lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it ever so lightly. Shivers ran through my body causing me to gasp. I pulled my hand away and hurried out of the restaurant.

During the drive back to the bank, I kept telling myself how stupid I was to be so afraid. Tears poured down my face to the point that I had to pull over because I couldn’t see the road. “Why am I so afraid to let a man get close to me?”, I screamed. By the time my tears dried up, my make-up had smeared all over my face. I looked in the mirror and laughed because I looked like a raccoon. Then I used my cell phone to call the bank. I told my secretary that I had gone home because I was feeling ill.

I drove home and locked myself in my bedroom the rest of the day. I lay on my bed limp as a rag doll, feeling depressed. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was going to be alone the rest of my life because I let little things like a kiss on the hand scare me to the point of panicking. I finally got out of bed around 8 p.m. when the phone rang. It was my boss calling to see if I was okay. “No, I think I have the flu.”, I lied to him. He told me to stay home the next day. I breathed a sigh of relief as I hung up the phone.

I wondered what Gordon was doing. I felt bad for rushing out of the restaurant without thanking him for lunch. I dug through my purse and pulled out the police report to see if he had written any contact information on there. He had put a local hotel number. My fingers shook as I dialed the number. I asked the desk clerk for Gordon Stewart’s room but was told that he had checked out late that afternoon.

“Damn, I’m such a fool!”, I yelled at myself after slamming the receiver down. I tried reasoning with my sub-conscious the rest of the night. “Men cause me nothing but grief. I’m better off without them.”, I kept telling myself. Then a thought popped into my head, “If they are so much trouble, why the hell am I so miserable without them?” I collapsed into bed and cried myself to sleep.

The next morning I woke up when the phone rang. “Hello.”, I mumbled. “Jackie, Are you okay?”, my friend Linda asked. “Yeah, just feeling under the weather.”, I told her. I could hear doubt in her voice when she said, “Okay hon. I hope you feel better. Call me later.” She knew me well enough to know that I was depressed over a man, again. But she also knew to give me time to chill out.

Several hours later, the phone rang again. I figured it was her calling me back. “Hello, Linda.”, I answered. Laughter sounded in my ear. It was Gordon. “Hi, I thought you left the states today.”, I said in surprise. “No, I simply changed hotels. That other one was noisy.”, he replied. “Oh.”, I said. “Can I ask you a question without upsetting you?”, He asked me cautiously. “Yes.”, I answered. “Would you join me in a late night supper at my hotel suite?” I thought about it for a few moments, wanting to yell yes in his ear. But politely declined and asked if we could do it the next night instead. I could tell he was disappointed but he agreed and told me the room number.

I decided to go to work the next morning because I was far to nervous to sit around the house all day watching the clock. The day went agonizingly slow. I didn’t think five o’clock would ever roll around. When I got out of my last meeting of the day it was almost six. I tried to hurry home but got stuck in rush hour traffic.

I began to worry that I would not have time to fix myself up before my dinner date. I giggled when I realized I was going on my first date in years. I could feel the fear inside me literally trying to crawl up my throat. I must have wiped my sweaty palms on my clothes twenty times before I got home.

The answering machine light was blinking rapidly when I stepped into my kitchen. I pushed the play button, hoping that Gordon had called. There were a couple calls from Linda and Jayna. They were worried about me. I called them back and quickly told them my plans for the night. Luckily I had three-way calling and got to tell them both at the same time. I promised to fill them in on the details the next morning.

Even though I was running late, I took the time to shave my legs while I showered. When I was finished, I slipped into my fluffy robe and began to fix my hair and make-up. Then I tried to decide what to wear. I dug through my closet three times before picking out a sexy low cut white blouse and a pair of tight black slacks. I wore my silkiest undergarments because they made me feel alluring.

After dressing, I paced nervously in front of the full length mirror. I had almost chickened out on going when the phone rang. It was Gordon, asking me if I was coming. I assured him that I would be there within thirty minutes. I didn’t have the heart to break the date. I don’t really understand what it was, but something about that man made him irresistible. It seemed that no matter how much I tried to hate him for being a man, I just couldn’t.

When I arrived at his hotel suite, he opened the door with a dozen long stem red roses in his hands. He handed them to me and said, “Good evening, my lady.” A warm heat spread through me as I fought back tears. I thought my heart was going to melt. For the first time in my life, I was speechless. He took my hand and led me into the room. I sat down on the sofa and stared in awe at the lavishly decorated suite.

I put the roses on the table when he handed me a glass of Champagne and said, “May I sit next to you?” I nodded my head, feeling a bit overwhelmed. My thoughts raced wildly as I wondered why he was being so nice to me. “Why are you being so quiet?”, He asked me after several minutes of uncomfortable silence. I smiled nervously at him and said, “Sorry, Gordon. I am just shocked that a man is treating me nice.” “I know we got off to a rocky start. But I hope you will give me a chance to treat you the way a goddess should be treated.”, He told me.

In the back of my mind, I wondered if he was trying to sweet talk me. “Stop thinking like that, Jackie.”, I said to myself. I almost dropped my glass when a knock sounded at the door. Gordon went to answer it as I tried to slow down my pulse. I didn’t know why I was so jumpy.

I turned my head and saw several carts of food being wheeled into the suite. I felt numb as I watched the hotel employees set up a feast fit for a king on the table that was near the fire place. After they left the room, Gordon dimmed the lights and turned on the stereo system. Soft music filled the room as he offered his hand to me. He walked me to the table and pulled a chair out for me. I sat down and let him scoot me closer to the table. Then he sat across from me.

I felt like drooling when I saw the foods on my plate. There was chicken and steak for the main dishes. Plus several side dishes of vegetables and fruit. My eyes followed Gordon’s hands when he picked up a strawberry, dipped it in cream and slowly lifted it to his mouth. Juice trickled down his chin when he bit into it. I’m not sure I was even aware of getting up at the time, but the next thing I knew I was standing next to him, bending down and nibbling on that strawberry.

We ended up sharing a very heated berry swirl kiss that left us both feeling breathless. I thought my legs were going to buckle as our lips parted. I slowly backed toward my chair and sat down. I noticed Gordon was also breathing raggedly. He smiled and said, “Oh my lady, that was very nice.” I trembled slightly as he looked at me with his mesmerizing eyes. He reached across the table and gently lifted up my hand, kissing it with the utmost tenderness.

Sexual fire surged up my arm and throughout my body. I gasped as my desire to be devoured by his soft lips, began to grow. Wanting to keep control of the situation, I pulled my hand back and said, “May I have some ice water, please?” He nodded his head and got up to get it. “Oh my God! I’m so hot that I’m going to spontaneously combust.”, I thought. When he handed me the water, I drank it straight down with the hopes that it would put out the fire inside me.

I tried to distract myself from lusting after Gordon by eating. He followed my lead and started on his dinner. Every time I glanced up, I found him staring at me. I put my fork down and stared back. He said, “Sorry, If I am making you uncomfortable. I am just trying to burn the memory of your beauty into my mind before I return home tomorrow.”

I frowned and said, “You’re going back to Scotland?” He nodded his head and said, “Yes. Business duties call me home.” Disappointment filled my senses. He must have sensed this because he said, “Not to worry. This won’t be my last business trip to the states.” His eyes twinkled mischievously when he said that.

After eating, we sat on the couch talking for hours. I felt so comfortable with him that I practically told him my life story. He shared many things about his life with me too. Before either one of us realized it the sun was coming up. When I saw the light coming through the curtains, I walked over to the window and peeked out. I saw a balcony outside and said, “Do you want to watch the sunrise?” Gordon smiled and walked over the french doors and opened them. I stepped outside with him right behind me.

I could feel his breath on my neck as he leaned close and said, “I wish I could watch the sun rise every morning with you.” I unconsciously pressed back against him, allowing him to wrap his arms around my waist. The feel of his strong arms holding me like that was wonderful. We watched the sun for at least ten minutes, before I began to shiver from the cool morning air. “Come inside and get warm.”, He whispered into my ear.

He led me back to the couch and covered me with a small afghan. Then he made some coffee and began to gather up his belongings. “What time is your flight?”, I asked. He glanced at his watch and said, “I have to be at the airport in three hours.” I nodded my head and said, “Can I drive you to the airport?” “Yes, that would be great.”, He answered.

I sat on the couch, drinking my coffee and watching him over the next hour. My rambling thoughts confused me very much. I usually had no interest in being involved with any man but I wanted Gordon to stay and be with me so bad that it hurt to think of him leaving. I wished I could ask him not to go. I even opened my mouth to say it a couple times but couldn’t find the words.

So, like a fool I drove him the airport and thanked him for dinner. He gave me a sensual kiss before walking away. Inside my mind, I was screaming, “No! Don’t go!” But I only said, “Good-bye Gordon. Call me sometime.” Then I drove away without looking back. I remained in control until I got home. That was when I broke down in tears.

There was a message on my answering machine from Gordon. His words started the tears which didn’t stop for half an hour. He said, “I miss you already and I’m not even on the plane yet. I am standing here remembering how good it felt to hold you this morning. I can’t get you out of my mind. It is going to seem like an eternity before I get to look into your beautiful blue eyes again. Til we meet again, I will be thinking of you, my lady.”

I ran to my bed and fell on it, crying hysterically. “Why do I always let the good ones get away?”, I yelled at myself. I hugged my pillow and rocked myself to sleep. I awoke six hours later with my face feeling crusty from the dried tears. I turned on the tv, not being able to stand the silence in my house and went to take a bath. I half listened to the news as I soaked in the hot water. Suddenly words on the tv caught my attention, I heard the reporter say something about a plane crash over the Atlantic Ocean.

I jumped out of the tub, nearly slipping and falling on the tile floor as I wrapped a towel around me and hurried to the tv. My mind raced as I tried to remember what time Gordon’s connecting flight in New York was leaving for the U.K. “Oh shit!”, I cried out when they said the flight was in route to Scotland. I sank to my knees and prayed that it wasn’t his plane. I jumped when the phone rang and crawled frantically toward it. “Hello? Gordon is that you?”, I shrieked into the receiver.

“No, It’s Linda. What’s wrong Jackie?”, my dear friend asked. I began to ramble and cry so fast that she could not understand me. I had to tell her several times. She said, “Okay hon. Calm down. I’m sure there are lots of flights to Scotland everyday. Let me call the airline and see what I can find out. Then I will call you back.” I hung up the phone and began to pace. “Oh please be okay Gordon.”, I said repeatedly. I kept looking at the clock. Fifteen minutes passed, then thirty minutes. “Why hasn’t she called back?”, I said.

It was a full hour before the phone rang again. It was Linda. She said, “What is Gordon’s last name?”, She asked. I told her and she promised to call back as soon as she could. After another agonizing hour the phone rang again. A sense of dread began to overcome me before I picked up the handset. “Yes?”, I said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’m sorry, Jackie. It was his flight.”, Linda said. “Oh my God!”, I said as I dropped the phone and fainted, falling to the floor.

I came to sometime later when a frantic knocking sound came from my front door. I stood up on shaky legs and slowly made my way to the door. I opened it and fell into my son, Tim’s arms. He said, “I heard about your friend, Mom. Linda called me and told me that you freaked out and I should come check on you.” I began to cry again as he helped me back to my bedroom. I sat on the bed shaking uncontrollably as he tried to talk to me. “Listen Mom, they have pulled some survivors out of the water. Calm down, please!” He had to repeat it three times before I realized what he said. “How many people did they save?”, I asked. With a big sigh he said, “Only 14 out of 180.”

I started crying again barely noticing the doorbell ring. He went to answer it, letting Linda and Jayna into the house. They decided to stay with me until I got word about Gordon. I think Tim was grateful they were there so he could go back to work. He wasn’t sure how to deal with me since I was in hysteria.

I refused to eat and was barely able to eat over the next 24 hours. I was growing my impatient as each hour passed. My friends took turns sitting in my room with me, sleeping in shifts. It was a full two days later before the phone call came from the airline, to let me know if Gordon was on the deceased list or not.

When the phone rang I grabbed it on the first ring. “Hello? Is this the airline?”, I answered. “Yes, ma’am. We are calling to tell you that Mr. Gordon Steward was found alive and flown by helicopter to a hospital in New York City.” “Thank God.”, I said. I wrote down the hospital information and hung up the phone.

I barely took time to hug Linda and Jayna before I ran to my room and started packing a bag. “Do you need us to drive you to the airport?”, Jayna asked. I shook my head no and said, “There’s no way I am getting on a plane. I am driving to New York. Thanks for staying with me girlfriends. I will call you when I get there.”

On my way out of town I fueled up my car and stopped at the ATM to get some cash. Then I started out on the long drive. I only stopped a couple times for short breaks and was in New York City within thirteen hours. It took me two hours to find the hospital though. By the time I got through all the traffic my head was throbbing and I was relieved to get out of the car. I stopped at the gift shop to buy Gordon a card. Then I headed for the elevators. I had to wait for five minutes before getting on because they were all so crowded.

I got to his room just as visiting hours were starting. I almost started crying when I saw him laying there with his head bandaged up. His eyes were closed so I assumed he was sleeping. I tiptoed into the room and gently set down on the foot of his bed. I put my hand on top of his, careful not to bump his I.V. line. I whispered, “Thank God, your alive. I never would have forgiven myself for letting you leave, if you had died. I wish I had told you how much I wanted you to stay.”

I stood up and walked over to the window, looking out at the city as tears poured down my cheeks. I promised myself that I would tell him how I felt before I left the hospital that day. I was lost in thought when Gordon spoke. He said, “You don’t know how good it feels to hear you say those things to me. I wanted to stay but I thought that if I said anything it would scare you away.” I turned to look at him after wiping the tear streaks off my skin and said, “For pity sake Gordon, I’m not that easy to scare off!”

I moved back to the bed and leaned over him, hugging him the best I could with his current predicament. I said, “How bad are you hurt? I was so scared that I had lost you when I heard about the plane crash.” He chuckled and said, “Not to worry, my lady. I’m a tough old bird. It would take more than a plane crash to kill me off. I just have a few bruises, a broken arm and a concussion.”

“Oh you poor thing. I hope you will be okay.”, I said as I tried to mother him. I smoothed his blankets out and made sure he was covered up good. Then I fluffed his pillows. After a few minutes of this, in a teasing voice he said, “If you keep this up, you’re going to spoil me. Then I will have to take you home with me to be my nurse-maid.” I smiled and said, “Really? Would you like a sponge bath?” The look on his face answered my question.

I walked over to the door and shut it. Then I filled a plastic tub with water and grabbed a wash cloth. He looked at me in disbelief when I pulled the covers back and lifted his hospital gown. My eyes widened when I saw that he had no underwear on. “Tell me, Gordon… Is this what you wear underneath your kilt too?”, I asked. He started laughing and said, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

I slowly began to wipe his skin with the wet cloth. Washing his legs first, careful to avoid his groin area. As my hand gradually moved up his legs, I noticed his body was reacting to my touch. “Oh my.”, I said when his manhood swelled and stood up. Gordon gave me a sly grin and replied, “It’s good to know that didn’t get broken in the crash.” I winked at him and said, “Well, if it had been hurt, I would have kissed it and made it feel better.” He groaned as his muscle grew larger.

I sat down on the bed and gently wrapped the wash cloth and my fingers around his girth. Then I started gliding my hand very slowly up and down his length. All the time I kept my eyes locked on his. He moaned in pleasure as I stroked him ever so gently. I said, “Can you imagine how good it would feel if it was my mouth doing this?” He groaned and said, “Yes.”

I quickened my pace and seductively licked my lips. His eyes rolled back in his head when I used my free hand to caress his balls. I felt his rod stiffen even more and twitch. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he finished. I removed the wash cloth and resumed stroking him with my bare hand. Just as he was about to shoot his load, I pushed his foreskin back a bit.

His hot cream spewed out, covered my fingertips. He moaned in pleasure as I massaged him a few more strokes, draining every drop he had to offer. When I released my grip from his softening pole, he gasped and tried to catch his breath. I lifted my slippery fingers to my cleavage and began to massage the cream into my skin. His eyes followed the movement of my hand until I finished.

Then I picked the wash cloth up and wiped the sticky residue from his skin. I pulled his gown back down and covered him up just before the door to his room opened. The nurse gave me a strange look when I picked up the tub of water and walked into the bathroom. When I returned she was taking Gordon’s blood pressure, pulse and temperature. She smiled at me and said, “I’m glad someone came to visit Mr. Stewart. I was afraid that he would have no company since he is from Scotland.” I nodded my head and said, “I drove 13 hours to see him. He is very dear to me and I would do anything for him.”

The nurse looked down at Gordon and said, “Looks like you have an admirer. I wonder if she is the reason your pulse is racing right now.” When she pulled the thermometer out of his mouth, he laughed.

I stayed at his bedside the rest of the day, not leaving until visiting hours were over. I promised to return the next morning. I gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before heading out to find a nearby motel. I found one within an hour. It was a bit costly but I didn’t care because I wanted to stay close to Gordon. I took a long bubble bath and called my friends back home to let them know what was happening. Then I ate a late dinner and went to bed.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and got ready to go to the hospital. I knew that I wouldn’t be allowed to see him at that hour. But I figured I could sit in the waiting room watching tv and drinking coffee. I was surprised to see Gordon in the hallway when I got there. A nurse was holding his arm while he slowly walked, dragging his I.V. pole with him. When I approached, he said, “I’m glad you’re here. Tell this nurse to stop tormenting me and let me go back to bed.” The nurse let me take his arm and said, “You have to walk around so you won’t get stiff Mr. Gordon.”

After she walked away, he turned to me and said, “I don’t mind getting stiff.. well not for you anyway, my lady.” I blushed and smiled. I spent half the day with him then headed back to South Carolina after making him promise to call me the moment he got home. He was to be released from the hospital in the next few days. But I wasn’t able to stay in New York City any longer because I had to get back to work. The rest of the week went by at a snails pace. It was Friday evening before I heard from Gordon, again.

He had flown home the day before even though his doctor had advised him against flying. He called me and assured me that he was okay. The flight went without incident. He promised to keep in touch and would let me know when his next trip to the states was. I didn’t hear from him over the next several weeks. I became grumpier as each day passed. Everyone’s patience with me was about to run out.

Then one morning at work when I was feeling particularly grumpy, a knock sounded on my office door. I had told my secretary that I did not want to be disturbed. I stomped across my office and whipped the door open to yell at whoever was standing there. When I saw Gordon standing there with an ear to ear grin on his face, my mouth fell wide open and my chin dropped. He said, “I’ve traveled thousands of miles just to hug you.” I smiled and opened my arms for him. We embraced there in the doorway for several moments until my co-workers began to stare and point.

I invited him into my office, locking the door behind him. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming?, I asked with slight annoyance that I hadn’t been given the chance to primp before his arrival. “I wanted to surprise you, my lady.”, He replied. I said, “Well you did just that. I must look a mess. I have been doing paperwork all morning and I’m feeling a bit stressed out.” He shook his head no and said, “I think you look beautiful.” I blushed and said, “How long are you staying?”

“Well, let me explain the main reason for my trip to the states before I tell you that.”, He began. I listened as he went on, “In Scotland I own a clothing business. I have been selling my clothes to dealers all over the states for many years now. Over the past month, I did a lot of thinking about my life. I guess you could say that plane crash really opened my eyes. I am a wealthy man. I am thirty-five years old. Never been married. All my family is busy with their own lives. All I have had to pre-occupy my mind and heart for years has been my businesses. But something has always been missing.” He paused for a minute giving me the chance to ask, “What is missing Gordon?”

He stood up and walked around my desk, pulling a chair up beside me. Then he took both my hands in his and said, “My lady has been missing from my life. Which is why I spent the last week moving all my belongings to the states. I bought a house here in town. I am going to run my business from here so that I can always be close to you, my lady.” I felt my mouth go dry. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest right then and there. All I could say was, “Oh my God.”

I didn’t even try to hold back the tears of joy that began to trickle down my face. He said, “If you will have me, I want you, Jackie.” My lower lip began to tremble as my tears increased. The whole room was a blur. All I could focus on was his bright blue eyes. “Please don’t cry, Jackie. I promise to never hurt you. We can take things as slow as you need to. I won’t rush you.”, He told me. “Oh Gordon!”, I said collapsing into his arms. He held me tight as I cried and said, “You’ve made me so happy. I didn’t think it was possible to ever feel this way.”

True to his word, Gordon never hurt me. Over the next two years we dated regularly when he wasn’t away on business. He still had to travel the states making sales. But he tried to be home as often as possible. He never pressured me to make our relationship sexual. He knew I was to scared to become fully involved with him. We did mess around a bit, lots of touching and kissing. But the actual bonding of our relationship did not come until I had a life changing unbelievable encounter.

One day I was out walking in the park and sat down on a bench next to an elderly woman. She was watching all the children playing. I noticed that she had very sad eyes even though she was smiling. I said, “Hi, Are you watching your grandchildren play?” She said, “No, I like to come to this park and think about the past. I like to watch the kids play while I think.”

When I didn’t respond she continued talking. “About twenty years ago, In this very town I met the love of my life. I had been scorned many times in my life and resisted his advances. I did not want to admit how much I loved him. I even pretended to hate him for a while. He eventually got tired of waiting on me and went on with his life. I lost him because my heart was blinded by pain. Now I sit here day in and day out, fondly remembering him.” Her words touched my heart. I felt sorry for her and said, “That is so sad um.. Can I ask your name?”

I kid you not, that old lady turned to me and looked me in the eye and said, “My name doesn’t matter, Jackie. Look long and hard at me, for I am a prediction of what is to come if you don’t stop being afraid. You are going to lose him if you don’t open your heart and let him in.” I turned my head away, momentarily to try to absorb her words. When I turned back to ask her how she knew my name, she was gone. I sat there for a long time, feeling very confused and wondering if it had all been a dream.

The rest of the day was spent with me walking and thinking about my life. I wasn’t sure if I would ever understand what happened in that park. But I knew it was a sign that I had to make a choice. I went home and took a long bath. Then I dressed in my nicest clothes and went to see Gordon.

He looked surprised when he opened his door and saw me all dressed up and holding a dozen red roses. I handed them to him and said, “I need to talk to you.” He laughed and said, “Flowers for me from my lady! It must be my lucky day.” We walked into his living room and sat on the sofa. He said, “What’s on your mind? You look troubled.” I shook my head no and said, “Gordon, I should have told you this a long time ago. I love you with all my heart and soul.”

He froze and looked totally stunned for a few seconds. Then he said, “You don’t know how much I longed to hear those words come out of your mouth, Jackie. I have dreamed of this since the day you came to see me in the hospital. I have loved you since I opened my eyes and saw you standing at the window crying while I lay there all wrapped up in those bandages.”

As he spoke to me, tears began to pour down his face. I had never believed a man before when he said, I love you. But I knew Gordon was telling the truth at that moment. I started to cry to and wrapped my arms around him. “I don’t ever want to let you go. You are the most important person in my life.”, I told him. He said, “Well then don’t let go. Marry me, Jackie.” I sat back and stuttered, “Ww-ha- tt?” He slid off the sofa and knelt on one knee in front of me and said, “Please marry me, my lady.”

“Oh my God!”, I cried out. Then I said, “Oh yes, Gordon. Let’s get married. I love you so much.” I fell into his arms, knocking him flat on his back on the carpeted floor. Our lips melted into a heated kiss as we began to fumble with each others clothes. All the sexual tension that had built up over the previous two years came rushing out of both of us.

We were both naked in less than a minute. He slipped out from under me and scooped me up, carrying me through his house to his bed. He lay me down and crawled next to me. He began to nuzzle my neck, planting soft kisses on my skin, working his way around to the other side of my head. He gently blew in each of my ears before kissing my mouth sensually again.

Then he gradually began to work his way downward, leaving trails of butterfly kisses across my soft skin. He was so tender with each touch, it was as if he was trying to savor every moment with me. I gasped in pleasure when he cupped my full breasts in his hands, covering each of them in numerous soft licks. As he moved on down, he paused at my belly button to flick it with his tongue.

I arched my back and squirmed, wanting him to continue his journey down to my nether regions. At last he ended my agony by burying his face between my legs. He carefully began to lavish me with gentle licks. Taking his time like it was his last meal. Each time I responded to one of his touches with a moan or cry of pleasure, he repeated it. He seemed to thrive from giving me pleasure. His long tongue swirled delightfully through my pink folds.

Gordon did not let up with his persistent licking until I squealed in ecstacy, releasing a flow of hot juices into his mouth. He greedily lapped up every drop and then licked me clean. Then he moved up the bed and lay down next to me. I gasped for breath until my heart rate slowed then I smiled and said, “If memory serves me right, I owe you a tongue bath from that day at the hospital.” I saw his eyes twinkle at the thought of it.

He watched me move between his legs. I positioned myself so I could look into his eyes as I tasted him. His staff was standing at full attention and glistening with pre-cum. I ran the tip of my tongue across the tip of it, swirling it slowly through the sticky fluid. He moaned as I tickled him with each lick. My tongue gradually moved down the sides, going up and down. Then I sucked his full length into my mouth, taking him in like I would suck a popsicle.

Our gaze on each others eyes stayed locked as I bobbed my head up and down. Every time I took him in a little deeper. When I felt him twitching against my tongue, I pulled back and gripped him firmly with my hand. He whimpered in agony. I held him tight until he relaxed a bit. Then I climbed up onto of him, straddling his hips. I said, “Be patient with me. It’s been a long time since I have been with a man.”

He smiled and put his hands on my waist, guiding me down onto his shaft. Our moans filled the room as his manhood entered my tight crevice. My juices coated his length, making it easier to work his size into me. I closed my eyes and began to rock against him. He met my every move. We took our time, not wanting to hurry the event we had both waited so long for.

The way he felt inside me at that moment is almost indescribable. It was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had in my life. The anticipation for the moment had built so long that I thought I was going die of pleasure as I wrapped my muscles around his girth. I moved slowly, enjoying every second of what I was feeling. I knew Gordon was having immense pleasure as well because he was groaning louder each time I took him deeper inside me.

As orgasm approached, he pulled me against his chest, kissing me with the utmost urgency. Our tongues danced wildly against one another as the moment peaked. Gordon slammed his pelvis upward as hard as he could, making the tip of his muscle hit my cervix. His hot cream painted my insides as my juices began to flow. Our moans of pleasure did not subside until we had both experienced countless climaxes.

When our lips parted, I opened my eyes and looked at him. We both said, “Wow!”, at the same instant then laughed. I rolled over onto the bed and lay my head on his chest. His heart pounded against my ear as he breathed heavily. From where my head was resting I could see his manhood. After a few moments, I noticed that it had not softened. I lifted my face to look at him. He was smiling and said, “It had been a long time for me as well. It might take me a while to catch up.” I gave him a knowing look and said, “Good.”

Then I rolled onto a pillow, allowing him to climb between my legs in missionary position. He slowly entered my dripping wet valley. That time he was able to easily slide in because of all the juices. I gyrated my hips in rhythm with his movements as he made love to me. We stared deep into each others eyes, lost within one another. He pressed his chest against my breasts as he stroked in and out.

I enjoyed the feel of his body as it tickled my hard nipples. He never changed his pace, moving steadily and not wanting to rush the moment. I panted faster and faster as the intensity grew. Small orgasms began to ripple through my body. I cried out in pleasure as each one shook me. He groaned each time I climaxed but continued at his pace. When he finally reached orgasm, he hollered, “Oh yes, my lady!” He collapsed against my bosom as his hot semen overfilled my womanhood, oozing down my thighs. I sighed in contentment as we fell asleep in each others arms.

I awoke sometime later feeling all hot and sticky. I slipped out of the bed and went to take a shower. When I was finished, Gordon was sitting up in bed waiting for me. He said, “Can I ask you a question?” I nodded my head. He said, “Do you mind if we go on our honeymoon to Scotland?” I laughed and said, “Mind? Hell no! I would be mad if we went anywhere else.”

We talked it over the next few weeks and decided to get married on my birthday. It was a simple ceremony with just a few close friends and family. After the reception, we went straight to the air port. I was very nervous on the flight from New York to the U.K. Flashbacks of what had happened two Gordon several years before kept entering my mind. During the flight, I had a tight grip on his hand. When the plane finally landed in Scotland, he had to pry my fingers lose from his.

We stayed at a castle deep in the mountains. It had been converted into an Inn. Our honeymoon lasted a week. Every moment of it was romantic. When we got back home, I moved into Gordon’s house the following day. In spite of our age differences, Gordon has been wonderful. He has treated me like a queen throughout our marriage.

Now that I sit here writing this story, twenty years later, I have to think back to the day that old lady appeared in the park. Maybe she was a figment of my imagination, maybe she wasn’t. Either way, I have to thank her for showing me that it was time to open my heart and let true love inside.

Leave a Reply* Marked items are required