Loading...I was getting tired. The drone of the two Pratt & Whitney Wasp Jr. engines was hypnotically seductive. I was almost to my destination. I directed the air from a vent at my face. It was chilly and helped quite a bit. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and checked the GPS. Almost there. Time to be alert. I reached to the copilot seat and opened the cooler and got a icy wash cloth. I rubbed my face and eyes and felt lots better. I could see the lake ahead and pulled back on the throttles a bit and dropped the nose some.
I found what I was looking for. About twenty or thirty seaplanes and amphibs were gathered in one spot. I called on Unicom and got an immediate response. They gave me the info on the altimeter and wind. I turned down wind then when I was opposite the landing area I turned and landed. I taxied to where a man was waving me ashore. I dropped the landing gear and taxied up on the ramp and followed him to a tie down area. I shut down and secured the aircraft.
I opened the door and dropped the steps and climbed down. A guy greeted me with a hand shake and introduced himself as George Hampton, the organizer of the Fly-In event. He grinned, “I never thought we would see a flying Goose again. Where are you from?”
“Florida. We just finished a five year rebuild of this bird, how does she look?”
He followed me as I tied the plane down and put the gust locks on.
“Wonderful, really sharp. Like new!”
“Where can I find a place to get a little sleep before I drop. I am getting too old for two one thousand mile days in a row.”
“Wow! I don’t blame you, You did it all solo?”
“Yep! Needed some time alone. Got it too.”
“Here, I’ll run you over to the Lodge in this golf cart. Throw your bag in the back.”
I woke up the next morning and was ravenous. I found the restaurant and ordered the Lumberjack Special, It included bacon, sausage, hash browns, a stack of pancakes and four eggs over light and toast. It was just what I needed. Very good too!
When my belly was full I walked down to the old bird and checked her out. She was happy and secure. Several people came over and asked me questions about her. I enjoyed talking to them. When I had a chance I climbed up in the cabin and found the display board I had made up for air shows and set it up in front of the plane. It answered most people’s questions.
I locked her back up and walked back to the lodge. George Hampton came over and asked me where I had heard about the Fly-In. I had to confess that I wasn’t there for the Fly-In. I was there to go fishing. He laughed and was a good sport about it. I looked at my watch and told him that I had to meet my guide. He told me to tell the people at the lodge I was part of the Fly-In and I would get a discount. I thanked him and told him I would look him up later.
I walked to the desk and told them I was supposed to meet a fishing guide there. They took my name and I walked around looking at the fish mounts and wild game heads on display. I was admiring a huge lake trout when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned and looked into the biggest brown eyes I had ever seen. They were set in a very attractive face. She said, “Are you Mister Theodore Stewart?” I said she had the right man.
“Are you ready to go fishing? I am your guide, my name is Golden Dawn Porter. Every one calls me Goldie.”
“Well, Hi! Goldie, everyone calls me Ted. How are you? And I am ready to go fishing.”
“Follow me then Ted, My truck is outside.” I walked behind her out to the truck. I may be older than dirt but I know a sweet butt when I see one. She really had one. We climbed in her Four by Four and headed off towards the hills.
“What do you want to fish for?” she asked.
“Well, what is good now. I am basically a southern city boy and I don’t know what is biting or not now. I used to fly fish some and I would like a chance to try it again.”
“In the streams the trout are good now. We’ll find a good pool where the casting is easy and see how you do. O.K. with you?”
“Sounds good to me. Do we have far to go?”
“No, Ted we are almost there. See the road heading down the hill to the left? That is where the pool is. We will have to walk a few hundred feet from where we park.” She turned down a narrow road and pulled off to the side and parked. We got out and she walked to the back of the truck and opened the rear of the topper. It was filled with all sorts of tackle. Fly, bait casting and spinning rods hung in racks from the roof. Tackle boxes were in racks on the sides. She asked what size shoes I wore and I told her size 10. She pulled a pair of waders from a box and told me to put them on. She slipped out of her moccasins and pulled on a pair herself. She grinned and handed me a fly rod and a creel. I told her I didn’t want to keep any fish and I was rewarded with a bigger grin.
“Let’s go then.” she said.
We walked down a little trail to the pool. A stream entered from the north and left from the south. I could see rocks and boulders where the stream left the pool. There were clumps of rocks here and there. We eased quietly down to the pool. She smiled and asked me to try to cast as far as I could out in the pool. I worked out some line with quick sweeps of the rod until I had enough line out to make a decent back cast. I worked out some more line with false casts. Then I made a double haul cast and dropped the fly just behind some rocks on the other side of the pool. I looked at her and asked, “Now what?”
“Just let it drift down and see if you get a take. Something is looking at it! You got him. Work him in. That’s a nice trout.”
She waded out in the stream and netted the fish for me.
She looked up at me and held the fish for me to see. She pulled forceps from her belt and unhooked the fly. She released the fish. She walked up to me with her hands on her hips. “What is all this bull about not knowing how to cast? That was a damned long cast. Longer than I can make. Looked to be right on target too!”
“I thought I said I hadn’t had a fly rod in my hand for a while. I guess it has been fifteen or twenty years since I touched one. I have never fished for trout.”
“What did you fish for?”
“Bonefish, permit, tarpon, and other salt water fish.”
“Try another cast over by that bunch of rocks just north of your last cast. Un Hun, Yeah! Beautiful. You got a take. Hell you cast better than I do!”
She took the fish off the line and looked at me. “I need to get you to take me saltwater fishing. I would dearly love to do that.”
“Hey, This fall, before you get frozen in your cabin. Give me a call and come on down. I’ll put you and your husband up and get you on the other end of a string attached to a hundred pound plus tarpon.”
“I am divorced. No strings attached. I have a daughter, she is with her father right now, I may just take you up on that offer. Will your wife mind?”
“Nope, I’m a widower. No strings either. When do you quit fishing. Do you guide hunters too?”
“September is the last fishing, I don’t book after the first week. And no to the hunting, my husband use to. I never got into it enough to guide. Ted would you like to walk up the stream a little further? There is a real pretty spot just a little ways up there that usually holds some real good fish.”
“I think that is a good idea girl. I really love chatting with you, but I did fly two thousand miles to fish.” We walked above small higher pond and saw a rapids above that.
“That looks like it would hold fish just where the water rushes between those rocks.”
“You would think so wouldn’t you? But the big fish lie over where the water swirls past that big rock.”
“Yeah I see it now. It’s a better ambush point, right.”
“You got it Ted. Drop your fly just upstream from the rock and let it drift. Nice cast. Yes, Yes, He got it! Damn good work. Damn you are fun to guide, I love it when every thing works right.”
“Me too! It’s easy when you have a really good guide.”
I looked at her and she blushed. “Thank you, you are too kind.”
“No I’m not. You really know your stuff. I used to guide many years ago. For salt water fish. I can tell you have your shit together, if you pardon the expression.”
She giggled and said, “No problem, I have heard that word before.”
“Girl, do you like to fly? Have you seen this country from the air?”
“I love to fly, I was down by the lake before I picked you up. I walked around and saw all the planes. Are you with them?”
“No, I am not with them but my plane is in with theirs. Which one did you like the best?”
“The biggest one. The Goose. She is beautiful. Did you see her?”
“I sure did. She is my favorite too! Would you like to go for a ride?”
“I would love it but you have hours left on your fishing.”
“Are you booked tomorrow?”
“No.”
“You are now. Let’s go see how it looks to the birds. OK?”
She was surprised when we got to the Goose and I unlocked her and opened the door. I pulled the ladder down and asked if she would like to accompany me on my walk around.
“This is your plane?”
“Yep, she is my favorite old girl. Come on, I’ll tell you what I am looking for in my walk around.” I kept up my chatter and found nothing wrong with the plane. I untied her and removed the gust locks. George Hampton walked over and asked if we were going flying. I told him we were only going up for a short time and that he was welcome to go too if he wanted. He asked if his wife could go too. I said sure and two others if he wanted. He called his wife and another couple over. They were both plane owners on the Fly-In. I got every one board and pulled in the ladder and latched the door shut. I put Goldie in the copilot seat and strapped her in. I handed her a head set and put mine on. I showed her the intercom button and asked if she could hear me. She told me she could.
I checked to see that everyone was strapped in and climbed in my seat. The old Pratt and Whitney’s fired right up after only a few turns of the props. I carefully taxied around to the ramp and ran the engine checks before I went down into the water. I looked at Goldie and she grinned back. Damn, she looked better every time I looked at her. I raised the landing gear taxied down the lake and turned around and headed into the wind. I reached up and grabbed the throttles and pushed them forward. The twin radials churned out a total of eleven hundred horse power and we were up on the step in no time even at this altitude. I climbed out to 1500 feet above the lake and throttled back to 2000 rpm to cruise around the lake. I followed the road to the pond and banked around the pond so she could see it. She had a big grin on her face. I leveled the plane out and asked if she wanted to fly it. She shook her whole body NO. I laughed and told her to just put her hands on the wheel and follow me through what I was doing. I made a few gentle turns and climbs and dives. Then I did some more. Finally I took my hands off and she did it herself. She grinned from ear to ear as she realized she was controlling the plane. I couldn’t help grinning myself at the joy she showed. We tooled around for another half an hour then I took over and flew back to the lake. I called on Unicom and announced our arrival and swept around in a big turn and touched down gently on the water. I taxied back to the ramp, lowered the wheels and we went up the ramp and parked in the same spot. I shut her down and ran back and opened the hatch and dropped the ladder.
Goldie was the last one out. Everyone thanked me for the ride and they expressed their amazement at the quietness and comfort of the aircraft. Goldie stood and looked at me. She walked over and stood in front of me and looked in my eyes. The stepped forward and until her breasts touched me. Then she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Wow! That sent a tingle down my spine. She said “Thank you, Ted. I don’t know when I have had so much fun.”
I put my hands on her hips and smiled, “Hey, It doesn’t have to end right now. Please have dinner with me. I hate eating alone. She shook her head.
“We haven’t had the lunch I made for us yet. Let me think about it. OK?” We walked to her truck. I suggested we go somewhere long the river and have a pick nick. She smiled and told me to get in, she knew just the place. She drove to a secluded spot and dug out a couple of folding chairs and a folding table. We had a delightful lunch of BLT sandwiches and slaw. The slaw was excellent. I loved it. I told her so. She was pleased, she said it was her mother’s recipe. I asked her again about dinner. She grinned and said yes. I was going to invite her back to my room for a nap. I didn’t. I asked her where I could find her for dinner. She told me she would meet me at my room about six o’clock. She took me back to the lodge and dropped me off. I took a nap and dreamed of nothing but Goldie. I told myself I was being a total fool. She was lovely and I was old. God damned old. Forget it. Right. Grit your teeth and forget it. Easy to say. Hope beats eternally in a man’s heart. Even old men. I got up about five and showered and shaved. I put on gray slacks and a pale blue turtle neck sweater and my Navy blue blazer. I checked myself in the mirror. Not bad for a decrepit old wreck.
I sat and tried to read a magazine until there was a light tap on the door. I jumped and ran to the door. I waited a second before I opened it. There she stood. My jaw dropped. She was gorgeous. She had on a blue dress. It was cut low and showed lots of cleavage. She wore stockings and heels.
I just stood and looked at her, she smiled and I reached for her hand and drew her into my room. She had a small overnight case in her hand, wow!
“Holy cow! You are really beautiful. Just smashing. Wow!” She turned slowly so I could see the whole dress. I loved it and told her so. She grinned, “You look really nice too! Very distinguished and handsome.” I asked her where she would like to eat. She said it was too far to drive anywhere else. The Lodge would be fine. We walked down and decided to have drink at the bar. We had one drink before George Hampton and his wife stopped by the table and we asked them to join us for a drink. He was still excited about the old Goose. “Have you changed much about her?” he asked.
“Not really, We installed an autopilot and modern nav-com gear. GPS and all, slaved to the auto pilot. We have more powerful engines, about a hundred horses more than the original 450s. Other than that she is as close to original as we could come. Some of the modern materials are a bit better but they look the same.”
“Gosh, we couldn’t believe how quiet the cabin is. You can carry on a conversation like we are doing now.”
“You have to remember she was designed for millionaires to fly from New York to Miami, nonstop, for the weekends. A luxury personal plane.”
“They got it right.”
They thanked us and went to dinner. I reached over and took Goldie’s hand and pressed it to my lips. “Did you enjoy your flight, Dear girl?”
“You know I loved it.”
“Would you like another drink or are you ready for dinner?”
“Let’s eat now then we can have a drink after dinner.”
I signaled the little waitress. She grinned at Goldie. “Honey, we didn’t recognize you. You look really great. Everybody is thrilled at how you look.”
Goldie blushed and thanked the girl.
We had a very nice meal. Goldie had a prime rib and I had a sea food platter. I was amazed at how good and fresh it tasted. A thousand miles from the nearest salt water and it was just like fresh caught. The waiter whispered in Goldie’s ear that she was beautiful tonight. I agreed with him. He grinned. “You a lucky guy!”
“I know.” I answered.
After dinner we went back to the lounge where a country band was playing. Several guys asked Goldie to dance but she told them that she wanted to let her dinner settle first. I told her I was not a very good dancer but I would love to dance with her when they played a slow number. She smiled and said she would look forward to it. I held her hand and noticed she wasn’t wearing the wedding band she had on that morning. I didn’t say anything. We talked about all sorts of things. She was very nice to be near. I loved looking at her. She stood and took my hands and led me to the dance floor. It was a slow dreamy number and I held her close to me. She pressed up against me and put her head on my shoulder. Wow! She had to feel the way she effected me. She rubbed right up against my hard cock. When the Band took a break she led me back to our table and smiled at me. “You are not that bad a dancer, you are very comfortable to dance with. I enjoyed it.”
“Me too!”
She leaned against me and our lips were only an inch apart. I couldn’t resist. I softly touched my lips to hers. She moaned and pulled me to her lips harder. We pulled back and looked at each other. I signaled the waitress and paid the bill. I stood and took her hand and led her to my room.
I took off my jacket and fixed a couple of small brandies from a bottle I always carry with me. We sat beside each other and sipped looking into each other’s eyes. I leaned over and pulled her hand to my lips and placed a nice juicy kiss in the palm of her hand and closed her fingers around it. She pretended to put it in her pocket. “For later.” she whispered. Damn I was as hard as a rock. She pulled back a little. “You make me feel like a young girl again. I haven’t had a date in years. Oh! I get hit on a lot but you are the first guy I have gone out with. You treat me like a Queen. I love it.”
“You look like a Queen tonight, you deserve it.”
She looked softly at me, “Please make love to me, please.”
“You know I will girl. I didn’t want to rush you. I am not interested in a one night stand. I want to be around you for a long, long time. I want to take you home with me.”
“Really, you mean that Ted, You really mean that?”
“I sure do. I am not going to tell you I love you because I don’t really know that yet. I am pretty sure I do but we just met today. I can’t bear the thought of going home and leaving you here. I would just have to come right back if you would let me.” She leaned over and kissed me hard. She looked in my eyes. I felt my heart melt. Damn! I just couldn’t wait. I stood and picked her up and carried her over to the bed and placed her on it. I undressed as she watched me. She sat up and then stood and reached behind her and I heard a zipper and the dress fell to the floor, She stood before me in her heels, thigh high stockings and panties. She smiled and hooked her thumbs in the top of the panties and pushed them down and stepped out of them. She held her arms out to me and we fell on the bed together.
I lay beside her and kissed her gently then rose on my knees and looked down at her. I licked my lips, “I don’t know where to start, you look delicious everywhere.” She grinned and wiggled and said, “Start anywhere, it’s all for you.”
I slowly leaned down and put both hands around one breast and gently squeezed. Then I placed my mouth over the nipple and areola and let the warm dampness soak in. I moved my tongue slowly around the erect nipple and then started a rapid suction off and on until she moaned with pleasure. Then I moved to the other breast leaving one hand to caress and tweak the first nipple. She moaned and shook a little. I looked to see that I hadn’t hurt her and saw her eyes shut and a sweet smile on her face. I moved up and kissed her lips and sucked gently on her tongue when it came out to play. I slipped down her body leaving a wet trail of kisses as I went. I knew I had to get on with my pleasuring of her or I would cum before I was through. I moved between her legs and buried my face in her pussy. She lifted her head and watched me. I pulled back some and looked at the smooth shaven mound. I kissed it and ran my tongue over her inner lips where they were within reach. Her legs spread wider and more of the delicate pink lips were presented to me. I licked them then sucked them into my mouth. They were damp with her juices and I savored the taste of it. I spread them wide open with my fingers and plunged my tongue in as far as I could. She jerked and shuddered and pulled my head harder into her pussy.
She was shaking and jerking now and making a low sound in her throat. I knew my time was near and I moved over her and she reached down and guided my throbbing cock to her entrance. She was wet and hot. I slipped right in to the hilt. She clamped down with her vaginal muscles and held me so I was afraid to move for a second, then she eased up and I pulled almost out, then thrust back in. God! It felt really wonderful, hot, wet, and silky smooth. I kissed her and she opened her eyes and hugged me to her. I lifted and began a bunch of rapid short strokes then went with the long slow thrusts. She was thrashing about so I had to be careful I didn’t slip out of her. I put my arms around her legs and lifted her rear off the bed and started pounding into her pussy as hard as I could. She put her hands over her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs. She was loud. I felt the tingle start and then I was pulsing my cum in her time after time. I couldn’t remember ever cumming that much before. I eased down beside her and pulled the covers up over us and held her tightly to my chest. She stopped trembling and snuggled up to me. She raised her head and kissed my lips softly. I felt her tears and was afraid I had hurt her in my wild passion. She lifted and looked at me. Tears were in her eyes. I felt my eyes tear up too! “Did I hurt you dear girl, I’m sorry, Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Hurt me? No you didn’t hurt me. I am crying with joy. Pure joy. You are the first man who really, really loved me. This is how it is supposed to be. I can’t believe you! Where have you been all my life? All that time wasted. I am never going to let you out of my sight, never. I never even got to love you. I had it all planned how I was going to please you. And I didn’t get to do anything.”
“Let me rest a little and I promise I will let you do what ever you want sweetheart. OK. Old grouches like me take a little time to recover.”
“OLD GROUCHES like you? You are the sweetest man I have ever met in my whole life. DON”T say that again or I will punish you. Got it?”
“Yes, Dear.”
“Now hush, I need to kiss those sweet lips.” She kissed me all over my face and eyes. Sweet loving gentle kisses. Her hand caressed my chest and stomach. She found my penis and rubbed him. Then she caressed my balls gently. Her hand moved back to my hardening cock and stroked him with her finger tips. She pulled away from my lips and smiled at me. “Now I get to try and please you.”
She threw back the covers and twisted down and kissed the head of my now fully engorged cock. She rubbed her lips all over the crown and then took him in her mouth. Her tongue swept round the ridge and stopped and licked the area below and just behind the head. She kept that up for several minutes then closed her lips tightly around my shaft and moved down over him. I felt her try to take him in her throat but she gagged a bit and pulled back up and laved the head with her tongue. Her hands stroked the slippery length of him as she kept him wet with her saliva. I told her I was going to cum in her mouth if she kept that up for much longer. She lifted her head and smiled, “That is the idea, I WANT you to cum in my mouth.” She plunged her head back to close her mouth around him and then she started slipping him in and out of her mouth rapidly. Damn it felt heavenly. I could feel everywhere her skin touched mine. Every hair on my body tingled. All my sensations slowly concentrated into one place. My cock. My release was an explosion of semen into her mouth. I watched the smile grow on her face and the cum leaked from the corners of her smile. She smiled as she swallowed all of it. She licked every speck off my shrinking cock and took her fingers and pushed what had leaked out into her mouth. She grinned. “I love your taste. Did I please you a little?”
“No.” Her eyes grew wide. “No, not a little, a whole damned, bunch. That was wonderful I loved every second of
you loving me. Come up here and cover us up and let me snuggle with you. Sometimes I think it is one of the best parts of having sex is holding and touching someone you love afterwards.”
“Oh! I agree. I am glad we don’t have to jump up and have a smoke.” We snuggled and fell asleep. I woke up and looked at her sleeping beside me. She looked so sweet and loveable I couldn’t resist brushing her lips ever so lightly with mine. A smile grew on her lips and her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at me and reached up and pulled my lips to hers.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. I just couldn’t resist those sweet lips.”
“It’s OK I have been waking up and looking at you all night long. I love to watch you sleep.”
“I thought you would wake up this morning and get a good look at me and run for the door.”
“I looked at you very closely last night. I like what I saw.”
“I was very, very pleased with what I saw last night. Did I book you for today yesterday afternoon? Good because I want you to guide me in a few minutes.”
“Oh! Where do you want to go?’
“I want you to guide my hard penis into your sweet pussy. OK?”
“That is not an accepted role for the professional guide. However in your case I will make an exception, Sir.”
“Girl, you smell good. What are you doing?”
“The same thing I have been doing all night. Putting my hand between my legs and feeling our moisture then bringing my hand up and smelling and tasting our love. Mmmmmm!”
I flip down the covers and slide down to watch her stuff her fingers in her pussy. She pulled them out and put them in my mouth. “Mmmmm, not bad.”
I brushed her hand away and replaced it with my face. I very carefully licked every fold and ripple in the delicate inner pussy lips. Savoring the taste and loving the texture of those tender morsels I sucked one of them in my mouth as far as it would go. I felt it with my tongue and lips. I did the same with the other lip. I licked from the top of her slit to the bottom and went a little bit deeper each time. Goldie was moaning and whimpering now. She whispered, “Yes, Oh! Yes. That is it. Oh! Oh! More, Yes More.” Her juices were flowing now. I plunged my tongue as deep as it would go. She pulled my head harder into her vagina. I might smother. What a delightful way to go. She pulled me up over her body and licked my mouth mewing and purring softly as she cleaned every bit of juice from my face with her tongue. I reached down and slipped my cock up and down in her pussy. She moaned and tried to get him inside her by wiggling her little butt around. I finally slid him between her inner lips and she relaxed and sighed as he slipped all the way in. “Oh! That feels sooo Gooood. Don’t move for a bit.” I feel her tighten and release the muscles of her pussy. She rotates her hips up and down, bending him and making him move in and out a little. I slowly withdraw just leaving the tip of my cock barely touching her little lips. I push forward and slowly slide him all the way in again. She shudders and screams, “Now, Do me now. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Screw meee. Oh! Yesssss!” I press my lips to her and she pops her eyes open and runs her tongue in my mouth. I watch her eyes roll back in her head which falls to one side. I call her name and she grins at me. “I am having the most wonderful dream of my life. It is so lovely and sweet. I don’t want it to end, don’t wake me up.”
I move up and cuddle her and we doze a few minutes. After a bit we dressed and went down for breakfast. She had jeans and a lovely blouse on. She looked great. We had a nice breakfast and talked for a long time over coffee. I asked her to fly back to Florida with me the next day and stay a week or two. Then I would bring her back whenever she wanted. I wanted to take her fishing in the salt water. I would set up some fishing trips when I got home. I told her I had a nice house on a river in North Central Florida. I had a pond on my place that had some very nice largemouth bass just waiting for her. “Really, I love bass fishing. We used to go to California to fish for bass. I never caught one over five pounds though.”
“I think I can almost guarantee you will top that. What is the biggest fish of any kind you ever caught?”
“Mmmm, That would be a twenty two pound Laker.”
“I am sure we can beat that mark too!”
“You have Lake Trout there?”
“Don’t tease me! You know I meant the largest of any kind.”
“I love the way you do a double take when I tease you. I just want to kiss you when you do that.”
“You must have missed. I didn’t feel a thing.”
“Here, try this one on for size.” She pulled my head to hers and gave me a very nice kiss.
“Just right.”
She told me she had to check with the desk to see what they had her booked for during the next few weeks. She walked to he front desk for the Lodge. I looked up and about ten people where gathered around her. There was a lot of hugging and kissing going on. I saw her wave me over so I got up and joined her behind the big counter. She introduced me to everyone there. One very large man grabbed my hand and tried to crush it. He said, “You treat this girl right or the whole gang of us will rip your heart right out, We all love her and hate to let her go. She is part of our family.” Tears ran down his cheeks. I looked and every single person had tears in their eyes.
I smiled at the big guy, “Here is my card. My address and phone numbers are on it. Call and check on her any time. Go ahead and dial the top number now.” He raised his eye brows and dialed the number. The satellite phone on my belt rang and I answered it. He grinned and hung up. “Thanks, that eases our minds. She is very special, we will miss her.”
“Hey, we will be back. I don’t think I will be able to keep her away very long. She got homesick when I flew her around the lake yesterday.”
“Oh! I did not.” All the ladies crowded around and kissed us and made us promise to call when we got home. They wanted to know which way we were going to go. I told them we should be in Rapid City by quarter of ten, refuel and be in Tulsa about half past one. Then we would go to Montgomery, Alabama and be there by around five or five thirty. From there it was about two hours and forty minutes home. We would stop for the night where ever the mood struck us. Or we may just push on home that night. I told them I kept the plane in my own yard so we would really be home when we got there. I looked at Goldie, “Can you be ready at six in the morning?”
“I can be ready in an hour. Let’s go!” We grinned at each other and waved as we hurried off.”
We made it to Tulsa and spent the night there, we taxied up the concrete ramp at my house just after one the next afternoon.. Goldie was delighted with the house. It sits on a bluff overlooking the river. It is a ranch with an enclosed pool and patio. The master bedroom opens onto the pool. My house boy Hiro Yatasuma was waiting for us and grinned from ear to ear when he met Goldie.
“‘Bout time you bring home beautiful womans. Been wait too much. Need roverry rady ’round here, Ted San.”
“Hiro, just drop the phony accent and tell us what is for dinner tonight.”
“A very fine dinner of local delicacies, Sir, frog legs, caught last night. Soft shelled crabs and fresh water prawns, served with fresh picked baby greens simmered in a ham and shallot stock and a tossed baby lettuce salad. Fresh baked hot rolls and herbed butter. Your choice of salad dressings. I highly recommend the homemade blue cheese, superb!”
“Thank you, Hiro, it is nice to be home. Please put Miss Goldie’s things in the master suite.”
“YES, Sir!, Wonderful to have you home, Sir.”
I looked at Goldie, “Sweetie, I hope you like frog legs and crabs. I can have them fix something else for us.”
“I have never had them. I like to try new things and I love fish and seafood. So just go for it!”
“Did I ever tell you that I love you Miss Goldie?”
“Not really, But I love the sound of it.”
“Well, I really do. I lay in bed next to you last night and thought about life without you. I would just as soon die. I really would. Are you crying”
“Damned right I am. When the man you love says something like that to you, a girl just can’t help it.”
I looked at her and got a little misty in my own eyes. I held her tight and gently kissed her. “I love you girl.”
We went out on the patio and looked out over the river. A pontoon boat was cruising up the river. The people on board waved and we waved back. We sat at an umbrella set and Hiro was at my side in an instant. We each ordered a lemonade. She asked where I had found him. I told her he was my gardener’s son. I paid his way through College. Then he wanted to go to culinary school. I sent him there. He met a Swedish girl named Anna there and married her. He tried various jobs and then came to me and asked for a job running my house for me. We talked about it for a long time and both he and Anna came to work for me twenty years ago. They were like family now. I looked up and saw Hiro and Anna approaching. Hiro served our drinks and Anna bowed to Goldie and said she wanted to welcome her to our home and was there any thing she could do to serve her. Goldie got up and hugged her. “I am fine now. When I need a girlfriend to talk to I’ll look for you.” Tears ran from Anna’s eyes. “Thank you, Oh! Thank you so much.” Hiro was grinning from ear to ear. “See I tol’ you she berry nice rady.”
Anna leaned over Goldie and when she stepped back I could see she had pinned a orchid on Goldie’s blouse. Hiro grinned, “Dinner very soon.”
The dinner was superb. Goldie savored every bite. She loved the frog legs and was enchanted by the soft crabs. The prawns were succulent and huge. Goldie cleaned her plate. She looked at me and said, “I can’t do this every night or I’ll weight two hundred and fifty pounds in a week.”
“They were welcoming you. Just tell Anna what you like and she will fix that. Hell, they give me grilled cheese sandwiches and soup once or twice a week. All kidding aside, they take very good care of me. You know I weigh myself every morning first thing. Somehow they get a readout too! They give me a hard time if I gain a couple of pounds.”
“Ted, I never expected anything like this. I am not used to being pampered. I love it, but I don’t need it.”
“OK, I’ll put you in charge of running the house. You fire them.”
“Wait, let me see how things go first.”
“Right!”
We moved out on the patio and sat in a love seat. I put my arm around my girl and pulled her close to me. I looked up and Hiro was there with a blanket he placed over our legs. He smiled and said, “Good night Miss Golden Dawn and Mr. Ted.”
I looked at my girl, “You sure you want to fire them?”
“I don’t think I could do it.”
“Then do what I do, sit back and enjoy it.” We watched the stars for a while until it got a little chilly. We went to the bed room. My pajamas and Goldie’s gown were laid out on the bed. She looked at me and grinned. “Wow!”
I closed the doors and looked at her. “How about a soak in the big Jacuzzi tub?”
“Together?’
“The only way to go.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Last one in is a rotten egg.”
It was a tie.
We soaked and relaxed and then forced ourselves to get out. We dried each other and laughed as we got all tangled up trying to dry each other. We ran and jumped in the big bed. I pulled her to me and kissed her lips with a burning desire to please her until she was totally satisfied. It wasn’t to be. We fell asleep. She woke me later and helped me put on my Pjs. She already had her gown on. We pulled the covers over us and snuggled together. Delightful. We slept like logs. At least I did. I woke up and she was gone.
I looked at the clock and as usual I couldn’t quite make out the time with out my glasses. As usual I made a pin hole lens using the tips of both thumbs and both forefingers , focused in and saw 7:30. I got up and put on my glasses and checked the outside thermometer, 73 Degrees. I slipped on jeans, a T-shirt and boat shoes and went looking for my gal. I found her in the kitchen with Anna and Hiro sipping on a cup of coffee. She jumped up and kissed me. It was a long kiss. I pulled back and looked at Anna and Hiro grinning at me. I looked at them and then at Goldie, “What are you doing in here associating with the kitchen trash?” The look in all their eyes was my reward except that I couldn’t keep a straight face and started laughing. Goldie punched me on the arm and it hurt.
“You better be kidding, big guy, I have been treated that way for real too many times for it not to hurt.”
“Goldie, Sweetheart, these guys know me well enough by now to know they are family. Until now they were really all the family I had around on a daily basis. Ask them if I am mean to them.”
Both of them nodded and said, “Yes he is!” and then ran in the pantry.
“See”, said my lover, “They are afraid you will beat them again.”
I heard giggling from the pantry.
“Yeah! They are terrified. You have to rule with an iron hand around here. Look I can’t even get a cup of coffee.”
My two slaves scurried about and brought me my coffee. I took a sip. They were watching me. I looked at each of them. “Perfect.” They grinned. I seated Goldie at the small breakfast table in the kitchen where I usually had breakfast. If I came out after 8:30 I had to get my own breakfast because they were at other chores by then. It was all fairly flexible. They lived in an apartment behind the main house. A damned nice apartment I might add, Hiro had a bigger TV than I did. They were treated more like family than servants. They had been offered positions at way more than I paid them. They wouldn’t leave me, so I kept raising their salaries.
Later I took my girl on a ride around the place. We had over two hundred acres. It was dirt cheap when I bought it. I had a good inheritance from my grandparents and I put it all in land. This was only a small part of it. I let her drive our little Polaris Ranger side by side ATV. She really liked it. We went out the drive towards the hard road and she was amazed at how thick the woods were with huge oaks, pines, magnolias and palms. Then we came to a clearing and when she looked back you could see all the way to the river. She looked the other way, the clearing continued for another half a mile. She looked at me, “What is this, a highway coming through here someday?”
“No, baby, this is our airstrip. We can land or take off here. I use the river mostly for the Goose but I use the strip for other planes.” We went on until we came to my fence line and I had her follow the fence. We came to a dirt road leading back towards the house and I explained that it was an original 250 year old road along the river between settlements. It was the only way into the property when I bought it. We drove down to the river and walked out on the dock. She liked the pontoon boat and was eager to try it out. I told her we would go the next day. We drove back to the house and I showed her the out buildings and the rest of the house. She said she thought we could invite everyone at the lodge to visit and only one or two would have to sleep on cots. I told her to invite anyone she wanted except the young waiter who drooled when he looked at her. “Who?”
“You know who I mean.”
“The one who waited on our table the other night? Jeffie? He’s a baby. Get serious.” She turned and looked at me, “You were jealous? You were weren’t you? How precious. I love it.”
“I love you, sweetie.”
She kissed me and asked which way to our bed.
I told her I had some things to do first. We went to my office and I put her in a big leather chair and made some calls. I called my old buddy and favorite guide in the Keys, Tag Gordon. I told him I had a very lovely lady fishing guide from Montana visiting me and she wanted to try for some saltwater fish. He told me he had just gotten married and wasn’t guiding any more. He said, he would love to take us for free. He told me I knew his new wife, “She is your favorite Country Music Singer. You used to drive me crazy playing her songs on the boat, in your car or plane.”
“Not Mackie Ann Stone, are you kidding?”
“No, and she is more beautiful in person than on TV.”
“You are kidding me. Right?”
“Nope, come and see, we have been talking about spending a week at the Marquesas. Why don’t you fly down and spend a couple of days on the house boat. Are you in love with this gal?”
“I sure am, very much so.”
“Great, even better. Let me call you back, how is the Goose coming, ’bout done?”
“Just flew her to Montana and back. Best trip of my life.”
“Let me firm things up and I’ll call you. Are you afraid to leave her in salt water for a couple days?”
“Hell, No! She is like new, built for salt water.”
I hung up and grinned at Golden Dawn. Guess what! Are you a Mackie Ann Stone fan? You are, well you and I may be going to spend a couple of days with her.
“Us, with Mackie Ann, I love her voice. She is really good.”
“My friend is married to her. I didn’t even know. Wow!”
I dialed another number, “Lee, Ted Stewart here, how are ya?”
“Great, did you hear about Tag getting married?”
“I just talked to him, going down to see him soon I hope.
Hell, I don’t want to see Tag, I’ve seen him before, I want to see Mackie.”
“She is really something to see. How about stopping and we’ll go wet a line on your way up or back?”
“I may just take you up on that, I’ll be bringing a lady friend with me. She is trout fly angler. I would love to see her hook up with a decent bonefish.”
“Does she have a clue?”
“Not really! Who really does?”
“Give me a call when you know your plans. Looking forward to seeing you again Ted.”
“Well, I have a couple of trips set up for us.”
“Ted, darling, you don’t have to do all that for me, I would be just as happy fishing with you in your pond. I loved fishing for you in your tub last night,” she grinned.
“Me too! You can catch some wonderful tasting things in that tub.”
“I know I caught a big eel or something in there last night, delicious.”
“You are a really naughty girl, now I can’t stand up. These jeans are way too tight.”
“Take them off, I’ll lock the door.”
“Hey, I want to go in town first and take you shopping. I bet you don’t have any swim suits, or warm weather dresses with you. You will need them in the Keys. Shorts and all that stuff. How long since you have been to a mall?”
“I haven’t been in a couple of years. I would love to go.”
“I’ll have Hiro being the car out front. We can get lunch in town.”
We had a super day in the mall. We bought Goldie lots of really cute outfits. Not just summer stuff either. She got a complete new wardrobe. Head to toe. Inside out. She was worried I was spending too much, then she saw how excited and pleased I was to be buying things for her and went along with it. I had to make trips back to the car and put things in the trunk when it was too much to carry. Then the trunk was full. The last load was a biggie. We both staggered under boxes and bags. Then we went to Sears and I bought a large folding cart we could pull along with us. Made it lots easier. When we were both given out we unloaded the cart and folded it and barely had room to get it in the Caddy too. We had to go straight home. I called Hiro and Anna to help us unload.
I pulled up on the lawn next to the door to the screen pool enclosure and we started unloading. Luckily the whole ladies closet in the master suite was empty. We filled it up. Dressers and vanities too. Boxes and bags littered the pool deck where we threw them out the doors when they were empty. Hiro and I took things out of boxes and bags and handed them to Anna and Goldie for proper storage. The girls had a wonderful time looking at everything as it was put away. Finally we were done. I looked at Golden Dawn and kissed her gently. “This will have to last until the next time I hear you say ‘I haven’t a thing to wear’. Then we’ll do it again.”
“Oh! Goodie, we get to go again next week.” I flopped on the bed on my back, “Next week?” Goldie flopped next to me and kissed me, “Thank you for all my beautiful things, I love this the most.” She held up her left hand and admired the engagement ring on her finger. She kissed me again and again.
Several days later Goldie and I packed a few things and pulled the Cessna jet out of the hanger. It is a cute little bugger. Actually it was a very deadly counterinsurgency aircraft. The side by side seating made it attractive to me, I like to be able to see my passenger and tell if they are OK with some of the things I like to do in this plane. It is fairly fast and very maneuverable and I some times like to push the envelope a little and it can be scary for the uninitiated. For instance I like to fly across the empty part of the everglades at about ten feet above the saw grass at three hundred miles an hour. It gives you a real sensation of speed.
I had briefed Goldie on the chute and had fitted her with a new helmet and oxygen mask. She was checked out on the ejection seat and had a cockpit check. She was hot to go. She couldn’t wait to get in the air and see how it felt in a combat type aircraft. I got a nice start on both engines and we taxied out. There was no apparent wind so I taxied to the west end of the strip. I called Miami Center as we taxied and got a clearance to Key West via direct and was cleared to contact Ocala Tower when we were airborne. I switched to Unicom and announced that I was departing, then switched to the tower frequency. I turned around at the end of the strip and poured the power to the little jet, 5700 pounds of thrust from the two GE J85s got us up to the 130 kts lift off speed a little more than half way down the strip. When the speed built up to 200 knots I turned south and throttled back on the engines. I called the tower and they gave me a clearance to twenty five thousand feet after they had us in radar contact. Now I was over an unpopulated area and went back to full power. I had my own little noise abatement program going, You don’t want to piss off the neighbors even though their airboat motors woke me up many nights.
I looked over at my girl. I asked her how she was doing. She giggled, “I love it.” I reached over and patted her hand. I told her to get ready and I did a quick roll. She whooped and said, “Do it again.”
I rolled us inverted and stopped the roll. I let her hang upside down for a minute then rolled back level. We leveled out at 25000 feet and I pointed out Orlando and Tampa. Later when I could see Lake Okeechobee I asked for a decent to ten thousand feet. The center cleared me down and switched me to a different frequency. When I had contact I canceled my instrument flight plan and proceeded on visual flight rules. I continued my decent until we were skimming just above the saw grass. I had reduced power and we were only doing about 225 knots. We saw some air boats and I buzzed one. We saw an Indian village in a thick cypress hammock, or island. We crossed the Tamiami Trail were over the mangrove salt water swamps shortly after that. It wasn’t too long before we were over the open water of the Gulf of Mexico. We had over 75 miles of open water to cross so I climbed back to 8500 feet. Twenty minutes later I called Key West tower and was identified on their radar. They gave us a vector around slower traffic and cleared us to land. I followed their directions to the FBO and our tie down spot. We parked and I shut the jets down.
I was helping Goldie down when a large SUV pulled up along side of us. It was Tag Gordon and three other guys. I helped get Goldie’s helmet off. And looked at the men surrounding us. Tag grabbed my hand and shook it. “Well, look at you, you old fart, all dressed up as a fighter pilot. Do you remember these guys? Fred Larimore, Joe Delaney and Peter Good?”
I grinned and shook hand all around, I pulled Goldie over to my side, “Guys, I want you to meet my bride to be, Golden Dawn Porter. Goldie, these grinning apes are, Tag Gordon, close your mouth Tag. This really old guy is Fred Larimore, next to him is a rascal I haven’t seen in about twenty years Joe Delaney, and last but least is ‘PD’ Good. PD was a child last time I saw him.” The four guys crowded around Goldie and pushed me away. They each kissed her cheek and propositioned her on the spot. She giggled and said, “Teddy, they are cute, you said they were all gay, right?” They all turned and looked at me.
“Yep, that’s what their wives say.”
I got our gear from the cockpit and the baggage compartment and secured the plane. We all got in the SUV and rode to Tag’s place. It was very much changed from the last time I was there. He had almost doubled the size of the little island he lived on. It had been beautifully done. The house was huge. A sea plane was tied down by a ramp. A huge house boat was at the dock beside a big motor yacht. Lots of small boats were in the water and on trailers. It was all beautifully landscaped. We pulled into the parking area and were escorted into the house.
I recognized Mackie Ann as she ran to greet us. She hugged Goldie and welcomed us to their home. They showed us to a large bed room so we could get out of our flight suits and into shorts.
We found everyone seated on a large patio off the living room. We were seated and handed a rum drink that was very refreshing. I liked it. I introduced myself and my Golden Dawn to the ladies. I told them she was a professional Fishing Guide in Montana. They looked at her and shook their heads. Mackie said, “Baloney, I have fished for years for trout in Montana and never saw a guide that looked like her, they were all hairy old smelly Indians, not beautiful ladies like this!”
I laughed and said, “You got most of it right, she is an Indian, but I kinda like the way she smells.”
Mack put her hands over her face, “Oh! My God, I am so sorry, I can’t believe I said that. You don’t look it. Not that there is anything wrong with being an Indian.”
Goldie was laughing, “Hey, I am not a full blooded smelly old Indian, My momma was half white.”
Mackie walked to Goldie and hugged her and looked at her closely. She shook her head, “You are gorgeous, are you really a guide?”
“Yes, I look a lot different in my guide outfit, I wear baggy clothes, a fishing vest and waders and a huge old cowboy hat with a feather. I wear my hair in braids on either side. I am loaded down with fishing gear, creels, nets and I wear a shoulder holster with a 44 magnum in it. Had to use the gun to get Teddy to take me home.”
A beautiful and exotic looking woman went to Goldie, “I am Jenny Delaney, I think you are very attractive, and I should know. I always loved women, Yes, I was gay, until I met my Joe. Now I still appreciate a beautiful woman when I see one.”
Goldie hugged Jenny and said, “Thank you, I think you are sweet to say that. But I think you are very self-confident and tough to make a statement like that” Another woman hugged Goldie and said, “I am Jessie Larimore, I am happy to see another girl who is not an exquisite tiny doll. They are so damned hard to compete with in the beauty department.”
Goldie looked at Jessie, “Damn, I hope there isn’t a beauty contest going onhere. Everyone of the girls I see here has me beat in the boob size. I feel positively flat chested.”
Jenny said, “Yes but yours are probably natural while the rest of us had a little help along the way.”
Goldie’s eyes got wide, “All of you?” All the girls grinned at her. She looked at me, “I want some too. Please, Please. I see you drooling over these girls, I want bigger boobs to please you. And I need to lose twenty pounds before we get married. Please.”
I raised my hands in surrender, “Sweetheart, I love you as you are, without huge boobs, with a little meat on your bones, but I will go along with whatever it takes for you to be happy.”
Tag grinned, “These days they do such a good job you can’t even tell after a few days. I am considering a penile enhancement.”
“What? No damned way. Just hold it Buster, do that and look for a new wife. No way I can handle a speck more anywhere on it.” yelled Mackie Ann Gordon. “Just forget about it.” Everyone laughed.
Tag got up and brought out a pitcher of the rum drinks and a bucket of ice and refreshed everyone’s drinks. When he finished topping off Goldie’s drink he looked at her and said, “Goldie, I do want to take you and Ted out in the morning for a try at a Grand Slam on the flats. Fly, spinning or bait casting?”
“What is a Grand Slam on the flats?”
Tag grinned, “Bonefish, Permit and Tarpon in one day.”
Goldie smiled up sweetly at him. “Fly rod if you please, as long as Ted can coach me.”
Tag laughed, “Good girl. You will do.”
We all talked for hours, we got caught up on each others lives and vowed to stay in closer touch with each other. Fred and I didn’t know we were now living only about ten miles apart. He and his son were into aircraft restoration too. They had restored a Grumman Duck that I was dieing to see. Fred couldn’t believe I owned the old Goose he had seen in the air. He had been trying to find out who owned it. We exchanged phone numbers and E-mail addresses and made a lunch date at my place the following week. Jessie and Goldie were delighted to find out we were practically neighbors. They sat and talked with their heads together for quite a while. Fred and I decided they were discussing the care and feeding of old farts. They came and sat with us. They told us they were planning a trip to the Saw Grass Mall in Fort Lauderdale when Jenny Delaney asked if she could meet them there. PD’s girlfriend, Amy, said she wanted to go too.
I can never remember being around as many beautiful women in my whole life. Every single one of them was mouthwatering
and heart stopping. Goldie was a match for any of them. We all changed for dinner. My Goldie stole the show with one of the outfits she had brought from Montana. I had never seen it before. She made me dress first and said she would be out soon. We were all talking when I saw Tag staring at something behind me. His mouth was hanging open. I turned and saw Goldie. Wow! She was stunning. Everyone clapped. She blushed and said, “I thought I would show you how a smelly old Indian squaw looks.” She had on a Indian dress of doeskin that had been hand scrapped until it was almost transparent. Her black hair hung in braids on each side with yellow ribbons in the braid. The skirt was short, very short and fringed. She wore the only high heeled moccasins I had ever seen. You could see her erect nipples through the blouse. She wore a beaded head band with a lone white feather in back. She had a necklace of huge bear claws around her lovely neck. She turned slowly for everyone to look at the dress then she ran back to our room. She was back in less time than I could believe in a different little flippy skirted sun dress with high heeled sandals. Cute as all hell. She sat primly beside me. She looked up and smiled, “Was I terrible, did I embarrass you in front of your friends.” A tear was in the corner of her eye. I kissed it away. “No Darling girl, I was proud of you.”
The girls started clamoring to know where she got the Indian dress. She smiled and told them she killed the young does, skinned them, tanned them, and scraped the hides by hand. Then she cut it out and sewed it for the dress to wear to her wedding. She had never worn it because her husband wanted a white man’s wedding.
“I would be very proud if you would wear it at our wedding.” She looked at me, “Really?”
“Yes. If you don’t mind me wearing a rain coat to be married in.”
“A raincoat? Why?”
“To cover my erection.”
Her hands flew to her face and she giggled behind them.
Tag said, “Hell, all the men in the wedding party will have to wear them.” Someone said, “you are right about that, that is one hot little squaw outfit.”
Jenny said, “I would have given my left tittie for a dress like that when I was dancing. It would have been dine-o-mite.”
“You were a dancer?” asked Goldie.
“Yes, I was an exotic dancer. Hell, I was a stripper. Good one too.”
“I have never seen one, I would love to see one.”
Joe, her husband, said, “Why don’t you see if you can come up with a costume and some music and dance for all of us later?”
Everyone cheered the idea. Jenny said she would see what they could come up with.
Mackie grinned, “Dear Jenny, I just bought a bump and grind recording. You can listen to it and see if it will do.”
“Mackie, Dear, if I do that, you have to sing for us.”
“You have a deal.”
After a wonderful meal of superb cracked conch we sat and Mackie played her guitar and sang a medley of her hits. She was really wonderful. She was great on the Honky Tonk stuff. Wonderful on the love songs but when she played and sang the old gospel songs she was really awesome. She finished with Amazing Grace and had me in tears with the emotion in her voice. Goldie was crying too!. I had to walk over to Mackie and hug her and tell her how her singing effected us. “That is without a doubt the most stirring and poignant rendition of Amazing Grace I have ever heard. We both loved it.”
We sat and talked for a while more. Then Mackie called for attention. A stereo blared a old stripping song and Jenny strode elegantly out in front of us in a classy business suit with a knee length skirt and dark stockings and black stiletto heeled boots. She did a little demure teasing with the skirt and jacket. Then she froze, dropped the skirt and threw off the jacket. She wore a garter belt and sheer lace panties. She gyrated around the patio and slowly unbuttoned the white blouse. Opening it to show the sheer little black lace quarter cup bra that displayed her proud breasts and erect nipples. Then closing it with a pout on her crimson lips. The first number ended. When the rhythm started again the blouse flew high in the air. The tiny bra was off in a flash. Her hands covered her nipples as she caressed her breasts, lifting them and squeezing them together then turning and leaning over and ever so slowly inching down her panties. She turned back around and began rubbing her hands over her body as she sensuously twisted and turned. She rubbed her stockinged legs, she dropped slowly until her rear almost hit the deck, her knees spread widely and a hand hid her sex while the other caressed the inside of her thighs. She twisted back and forth as she rose back up and started a bump and grind in time with the music. She turned her back to us and held her arms over her head then slowly turned back to face us she slowly dropped her arms to her sides and then raised and spread palms up as if offering her body to us. She bowed and ran into the house. We clapped and cheered, whistled and screamed until she ran back out and stood proudly before us, smiled and slowly walked to the house.
I stood and loudly said, “I have never seen it done half as well. Really a stellar performance.” We all stood and clapped until she came back out. She wore a terry robe when she came back out. The robe was not closed in front. She walked to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me, “Thank you, Ted, Thank you everyone.”
She went and sat beside Goldie. “Did you like it dear.”
“Oh! Did I. Wow! My panties are soaked and I have never even been with another girl.”
“When you are ready, Sweetie, let me know.” She rose and went to get dressed.
I sat and put my arms around Goldie. She looked at me and whispered that she was ashamed by what she had said to Jenny. I told her that the dance was carefully calculated to arouse both sexes. I had learned that Jenny and Joe owned a very successful Café in the Fort Lauderdale a that featured totally nude dancing.
Goldie looked up at me. “Really, that sounds like fun.”
“Yeah, Joe lived in California and owned the club, she wrote him and offered a partnership deal and signed only her initials and last name. They were partners for twenty years and never met. He thought she was a man. His wife, who had been ill for years, died and he came back to Florida and met her. It was love at first sight for both of them.”
Goldie was very hot in bed that night. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at her breasts. She rubbed them and lifted them. She turned to me. “I really do want to have them bigger. Is it expensive? I have savings that should pay for it. And I will lose twenty pounds so you will only look at me.”
“I only look at you now Dear.”
“Yeah! Right! How come you were drooling while Jenny danced?”
“The same reason you did.”
“Oh!”
By eight thirty the next morning Goldie was fighting a tireless bonefish on the fly. She could not believe the power and speed the six pound fish displayed. She screamed as the fish stripped the line off the reel, her rod was held high and the fish was about two hundred yards out and still running. She grinned at me, “What can I do? I can’t stop him.”
“Put a little more pressure on him using your finger tips on the spool very, very gently. Don’t burn your fingers. Good! He is slowing some now. There he is stopped. Work him back towards the boat. Keep winding. He is coming in good now. Watch him, he is only about fifty yards out now, when he sees the boat it will scare him into another run.”
“Holy shit! There he goes again, I can’t believe that is only a six pound fish. Will he ever quit?”
Tag said, “Goldie, sweet girl. Just hang on. He won’t go quite as far this time. Next time ought to be a good run though.”
“Next time? My God. Next time!”
The fish was tiring now and she worked him back in to the boat. The fish only made one more short run before Tag came down and grabbed the fish by the tail. Goldie looked him over carefully.
“Wow! Look how streamlined he is. They can really fly through the water.”
Tag grinned and released the fish. “I’ll tell you why salt water fish are so tough. No matter how big a fish gets, there is always a fish big enough to eat him lurking around somewhere. There isn’t any thing in that stream that can eat a six pound trout. He doesn’t have to be that fast to stay alive.”
We spent three hours looking for Tarpon or a Permit. No such luck. Tag said, “That’s flats fishing, some days they are there and some days they aren’t.”
Tag was ready to start the engine when I said, “Tag, look at ten o’clock, twenty yards out.” He jumped back on the polling platform. “It’s a permit. Get your 10 weight outfit ready. Let me know when you are ready.”
“I’m all set.”
“Do you see him?”
“Yeah! I do.”
“OK, put that Green Crab Fly just beyond and four feet in front of him. Perfect cast. Let it sink. He is looking at it. He took it. Hit him hard. Yeah!, You are hooked up, girl. Hang on. You have a fight on your hands now.”
The fish took off on a blistering run. Goldie’s reel screamed. She held her rod high and looked at me. “What the hell is this?”
“Small Permit, tough fish.”
“What is he, about forty pounds?”
Tag laughed, “Honey, that’s only about a twelve pounder. Look at him go.” She fought this fish like a champ after his initial run. The fish kept his body sideways to the boat and made it very hard to move him. It was a good 45 minutes
before Tag was able to land him. I got good pictures. Now a tarpon. We cruised toward home and were almost there when Tag pointed, “Look, Tarpon at ten o’clock.” He yanked the throttle back and grabbed the polling pole while we scrambled for a twelve weight rod. She was on the bow deck working out some line when Tag whispered, “Goldie. Cast as far as you can at eleven o’clock. Good cast, now strip about foot or foot and a half long strips. Faster, good. You have a taker, hit him as hard as you can. Great, hit him again and again. He is on. Drop your rod tip when he jumps like that.”
Goldie yelled with joy, “Look at him jump, Wow! I never saw anything like that. Holy shit! Look at that!” The fish jumped and jumped. My sweet girl fought him like I had told her to. She really did great. I loved it. Finally the fish wore down. Tag lip gaffed it and pulled it aboard. I took some pictures and pulled out two scales and Tag released him. The tarpon had to weigh eighty or ninety pounds. I was so proud I couldn’t speak. Tag grabbed Goldie, “You did it, you did it, a Grand Slam your first day out. Wow! I can’t believe it, I have customers who have been trying for ten years to do that. Wow! You are good AND lucky.” I held Goldie tightly and softly cried in her hair. She pushed me back.
“Did I do OK?”
“Darling girl, I can’t begin to tell you how good you did. You were great, really great. I am very proud of my girl.”
Tag was so excited he called the house on his VHF radio and gave them the news. When we pulled in to the dock everyone was there with champagne. Goldie couldn’t believe everyone was so excited until she learned she was only the third one of the whole bunch of us to do it.”
She looked up at me, her eyes wide, “Did you ever do it?”
“No. I have never made a Grand Slam on the Flats.”
“I have,” said Tag, and Joe did years ago. That’s it and now you, girl, and I don’t know of any woman who has done it on the fly rod. Even mine was on bait casting gear.”
“None, not even Jenny or Mackie?”
The girls all crowded around Goldie, Jen held Goldie’s hands, “Girl, that is a feat to really be proud of. Luck will get you hooked up on a couple of those fish. After that it is all skill and determination. Be real proud of what you did today, not a woman I know of has done it.”
I walked away and stood and looked across the water. I couldn’t have been happier for my little Goldie. I felt a hand on my arm, I looked down and she was smiling up at me. She grinned and said, “Thank you, what a huge present you gave me today, I love you for it.”
I gently kissed her lips, “Honey, I gave you nothing but a slim chance, you did it all your self.”
“I never would have had that chance but for you, and your coaching and moral support was a big part of it. When I was so tired of cranking on that damned Permit I thought my hand would fall off, you whispered that you knew I could do it. And in that second I believed it too, and I felt the fish start to give out. Oh! You were a big part of it, I know that, so thank you Dearest man, Thank you.”
Tag had called a sports reported who was big on fishing and a TV crew showed up and did a story on Goldie and Tag.
A newspaper reporter showed up too. We used Tag’s computer to down load the pictures from my digital camera. They were all good of Goldie. Some even showed Tag and the fish. The reporter wanted copies of a bunch of them. When the excitement died down we were eventually able to have a nice dinner.
Then we went out on the town for dancing. I never realized that so many of the natives followed fishing so close. Every place we went someone would announce who Goldie was, and what she had accomplished that day. She was wearing a beautiful dress that showed off her figure. All the guys were hitting on her and I couldn’t get near her. She danced and danced and finally I took a chance and tapped her partner on the shoulder and asked to cut in. He glared at me and said, “Shove off old man.”
“No you shove off, you jerk!” Goldie snapped, “that’s my man.”
I took her in my arms and she gently put her hand behind my head and pulled my lips to hers. “I love you,” she whispered. I couldn’t stop the grin from spreading over my face. We went to another club and she and Tag were pulled up on the stage and the MC explained to the crowd who they were. They got a huge round of applause and took a number of bows. I couldn’t get near Goldie and I was feeling a little jealous (Really a lot jealous}, but what could I do. Jenny, sweet girl that she is, saw my distress and sat and held my hand and asked if I were a little jealous about all the attention Goldie was getting. I was ashamed to admit it but I told her that was the case. She said to just sit where I was for minute and she would fix everything, I was to just go with the flow she said. I saw her talk with some girls by the bar. Jen walked past me and grinned. Not far behind her was a very, very sexy looking young lady. She sat and we talked and she said she would love to dance with me. I said fine, and we moved out on the floor. She held me very close and I tried to pull back and she whispered, “Relax, this won’t take long.”
We went around the floor and as we approached my table she kissed me on the lips and said, “Thank you Ted, maybe later.” and walked away. I looked down and Goldie was sitting at the table. “Hi! Are you having fun?” She just looked at me. She said, “Teddy, I love you with all my heart. Please forgive me. I am so ashamed of myself.”
“For what, what did you do?”
“I left you setting here while I danced and flirted with all the guys. I meant no harm. Then I saw you dance with that gorgeous girl. It was like a knife in my heart and I knew exactly how you must feel watching me make a fool of myself. I’ll never do that again. Never. I have never had so many men want to dance with me. It just made me act silly. It was harmless but I know it hurt you. That makes me want to cry.”
“I love you little girl, I really do.” Jenny stopped by the table and said everyone else was ready to go home, were we ready?
I looked at Goldie she nodded. I said, “I will stay and let you dance all you want. If you want to stay longer.”
“No way, take me home.”
When we got to Tag’s everyone wanted a nightcap so we all sat around a huge table on the patio. Goldie raised her hand, “Please forgive me if I embarrassed any of you. I am only a silly country girl. All the attention turned my head for a bit. I know I hurt poor Ted and for that I am deeply ashamed. I love him so much just the thought that I hurt him makes me cry, sob, I didn’t mean it, sob.” and she turned to me and cried on my shoulder. I shed one or two myself and I petted her back and calmed her down.
Mackie said, “Goldie, dear is that the first time you have goofed a itty bit in public?”
Goldie nodded as she wiped her eyes.
“Hell, sugar, you have got two or three more coming before you can join this crowd. I know Ted has forgiven you, and I know it took a lot of guts to confess in front of this bunch. We all love you. But I want to know why you just didn’t dance with Ted, Joe told me Ted was one of the best dancers he has ever seen.”
Goldie looked up at me. “I didn’t know you were a good dancer.”
“It never came up, and I haven’t danced in years except a few slow dances with you.”
Joe said, “Ted, why don’t you dance with Jenny, she is very good.”
I looked at Goldie. She clapped her hands and said, “Oh! Yes, I would love to see that.”
I looked at Jenny, she grinned, “Come on big guy, let’s cut a rug.”
I stood and said, “Someone put some music on, and please remember I am twenty something years older than when Joe saw me dance.” Mackie and Jen went in the house and I followed them. Mackie had a huge collection of music. I picked out a couple I liked and Jen picked out a couple too. We looked at what the other had picked. We grinned at each other. We walked out on the patio. There was a nice, if small, dance floor there.
The music started with a Salsa and Jen was very good and really moved well. I was a bit awkward because I had only danced the dance about twice before. I wasn’t too bad though. I was able to make her look good. The next tune was an old jitterbug and I could really shine there. Jen was grinning as I threw her around and we really did cut a rug. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder but didn’t dare try it. I did throw her between my legs a couple of times. She came up laughing. The next was lovely waltz that let me really show her off. She was really, really good. The last number was mine and it was an old love song. I stood holding Jenny close and whispered in her ear what I wanted to do and told her she could finish any way she wanted. She grinned bigger than ever. She basically stood still while I danced around her. The story of the song was of lovers parting. I caressed her body and face and made passionate love to her but actually never touched her. My hands were always a inch away from her as I appeared to rub her, breasts, arms, legs, face, and ass. It was very sensual and sensuous. When I was through I stood and Jenny danced around me in the same manner. Damn she was good. When we were through I pulled her to me and actually kissed her. The little group exploded with clapping and cheers. I held Jen’s hand and we took a bow. Goldie ran and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.
“Teddy, that was wonderful, I really am amazed. All of it was great but that last dance was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I thought you were going to screw her right out on the floor, and she looked like she was going to let you. Then she did the same to you. Wow! You guys are hot.”
Jen smiled and took my hands, “You are something else. I have never danced with anyone who moves as well as you do, and I have danced with a lot of pros. I’ll tell you, we would have made a mint off of that last number in night clubs. With lights and costumes and such it would be spectacular. I loved it. God damned but you are good. If you had started taking my clothes off I was so into it I would have let you. What a strip routine that would make.”
I said, “Never would have worked for me though.”
“Why not?” asked Goldie.
“I don’t dance well with an erection, which I would have undressing our Jenny.”
Every one laughed.
“Well the floor would have been real wet and slippery before you took every thing off. I still can’t believe how graceful you are. Did you dance professionally?”
“Just for a little bit. When I was very young. Has to be almost fifty years ago.”
“Oh! Ted, can you teach me to dance like that?” asked Goldie.
“Darling, I am going to be too busy teaching myself how you like to be loved. When I finish that ask me.”
“I can wait, first things first.”
Tag laughed, “Now there is a girl who knows what to say.”
Joe grinned, “That is the last time I suggest you dance with MY wife. I didn’t know you would seduce her right in front of us. You real old guys are hard to keep up with.”
Goldie hugged me tight, “He ain’t as old as you think, he sure acts young in bed.”
I blushed I guess, everyone giggled.