We later were able to check in our rooms and agreed upon a time to meet after we had freshened up and got unpacked. In my room, I smiled to myself. “Just  perfect!” I said aloud.   Tonight, we would see “Monty  Python’s  Spamalot” at the Shuebert Theater. My plan was for a lighthearted evening as we got more acquainted. There is no better way to ice break than laughter. Later in the week we would see “Phantom”, “Rent” and “Wicked”.  We had equally shared a love for theater in our long conversations that would sometimes last well into the night. My intention was to take our time, enjoying our short time together as much as possible.  I knocked nervously on your door and you answered dressed in a beautiful blue evening gown. You looked incredible and…I told you so. “Thank you handsome” You don’t look so bad yourself” you said with a wink.  I felt on top of the world as I walked you through the lobby and knew eyes were following you. I hailed a cab and sat down next to you. Your hand touched my thigh as I reached around and took your face in my hand. “Thank you for coming” I said and kissed you again.  The play was amazingly funny and we laughed until we cried. At times, you would bury your face in my shoulder in laughter. At the intermission, I wrapped my arm around you and kissed your neck. I inhaled your perfume and ask if you were glad you came. “You have no idea how happy I am right now” you said. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe I do” I replied.  We had dinner at an Italian restaurant located below the street level. The food was great. We had red wine and bread that was pure Italian complete with an Italian waiter. We took our time, eating slowly  and continuing to laugh, smile and enjoy the moment.  We walked back to the Hotel with your arm in mine. We admired the lights and the tall buildings. We saw familiar spots from the movies and tried to recall lines from them as we stood in each spot. We strolled in and out of the shops, bought cheap souvenirs, gave quarters to the street performers and I photographed you constantly. Back at the hotel, you told me you were extremely tired from the day. I agreed and I kissed you once again as I left you at your door. Back in my room I felt the day had been wonderful. Although I longed to hold you I remembered my plan…take it slowly. “This is special” I told myself….”Nice and slow”. As I prepared to undress I was startled by the phone in the room. You simply said “hi”, and then a long pause. “Yes” I replied. “I really hate to bother but… I can’t get my air conditioning to work properly” you said. “Hmmm have you tried…” I began but you quickly interrupted “I’ve tried everything!” “I’ll be right there”, I answered.   Your door was open and I walked in. The candle you had purchased in one of the shops lit the room with a dancing flame. You were dressed in a beautiful black sheer negligee. As you were standing in front of the candlelight, I saw the outline of your beauty. You walked slowly toward me and before I could speak you placed a finger on my lips…”shhhh” you silenced me. You fell into me and I embraced you. Looking into your eyes, the candlelight illuminated your face and I kissed you deeply. You began with my neck tie as I stood before you. You slowly removed it and then began to unbutton my shirt. You removed my shirt from my shoulders and your hand went for my cock through my pants which was now very hard. You guided me toward the edge of the bed and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, pulled down the zipper and sat me down in what seemed like one quick motion. I had become a slave to your passion.  I knew that although I had so carefully planned out the entire trip for us…I was no longer in charge. You pushed me back and began to slide my pants away and to the floor.  You took my hard cock in your hand and began to touch me in a way that was electrifying. Taking your time to make me harder and harder. You looked into my eyes…and again…”shhhhh”…You leaned over and began a slow lick and then completely covering me with your mouth. I closed my eyes tightly and fell into ecstasy as you gingerly sucked my hard cock. As your long stokes with your mouth increased in tempo, my breathing did as well. I reached for your head and lifted your face. You looked again into my eyes and said “I want you”.  I pulled you next to me and laid your head on the pillow. I kissed you deeply and found your breast. You were moving against me, pulling me, wanting me. There were no panties, and you were incredibly wet. I tasted you there spreading your thighs wide. Now sucking your clit I could hear you moan in pleasure. Your orgasm began quickly as your thrust against my face, pulling me deep into you. I wanted you so bad…I rose and as you came, I entered you while you came. We began to grind into each other with intense passion. You were moaning “harder, harder”…I made love to you with all that I had…lost inside you…feeling only you… As I began to cum with the most intense feeling I had ever experienced I could feel your pussy completely lose all control and your juices flowed over me. The bed was wet underneath of you as your body reacted to me in a way I had never experienced, only read of.  We both climaxed for what felt like eternity…not wanting this feeling to ever end…we came until we fell into each other sweating, breathing hard and totally wet… New York, New York…Oh what a time we had! You loved being in charge…I love being in charge…we both shared with no holds barred.  That was the beginning of our incredible love making that would define us as a couple. Passion…excitement…and more…. “This is special”, I thought….”This is special”.

Our plan was to meet at Park Central Hotel in Manhattan. The old hotel was just a couple of blocks from Central Park, across from Carnegie Hall. Only a short walk to Times Square and the Theater district, it was perfect. Months of planning and the time was finally here. I was early. My plane had arrived at 10 am and my Taxi made record time. I couldn’t get our rooms until 2pm. I went to the adjacent Starbucks and ordered coffee. As I sat and watched the traffic on 7th Ave. and sipped the coffee, I wondered how this weekend would transpire. Would the chemistry in the flesh be as strong as our online meetings had proven our compatibility through the airwaves? After all, we come from different sides of the planet. Was it just plain loneliness or was it magic? Was there romance or lust? I confused myself through my anxiety. I pondered my decision to get two rooms…yes, a wise choice. I envisioned the relationships of other online friends we had seen go from zero to 100 and then back to zero when they met in person. What am I doing I argued with myself. One thing was for sure, we both loved New York. It was the “city of romance” she had said. So romance her was my plan…I bought tickets to the theater, I planned dinners in “out of the way” Italian places I had found in a travel book, I left room for touristy stuff but relied heavily on adventure. We would do all we could in 3 days, two nights. The music, the streets, the sounds of the city at night…the walks through Central Park, how could we ask for more! What could possibly go wrong? I felt suddenly invincible as my cell phone startled me from my thoughts. “Oh, hi!” I said,” You are in a cab on your way?”” I’ll meet you in the lobby of the hotel at the bar.” “Oh…don’t worry, I’ll recognize you.” I quickly downed the coffee and headed back to the hotel. As you walked in, I immediately knew you. Though you had traveled the long flight from London, you looked as if you had just prepared yourself for an evening out. You were stunning. I quickly approached you and took you in my arms. We embraced, shared a friendly kiss and a huge smile broadened both of our faces. “Finally” you said. “We have made it!” The hotel was a New York original with the old feeling of days gone by. I was able to check us in but the rooms wouldn’t be ready for awhile so we checked our luggage and I gave you the tour. You took my arm as I walked you around. Next, we went to a cafe across the street for lunch. We found ourselves talking nonstop about our flights and the welcome into the city. I shared how I had planned the next few days, stating strongly that we can alter anything and go where you would prefer. I was relieved to hear you say “No, I want to enjoy this without knowing what comes next!” “Well then,” I said, “how is this for starters?” I leaned into you and kissed you deep this time. “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time my dear!”

My first week in London was passing much too quickly. I wanted life to slow down and at times, come to a stop. I saw London with you during the day, camera in hand finding the city amazing through the lens.  Then I would find you in the safety of your evenings. We had learned much about each other in the short time of our chat experience and a few evenings of reality.  A lifetime of passion was being unleashed in the darkness of your bedroom each night.

Today would be different… Arrangements had been made to give you a night away from your world and into mine.  I found a place that rented motorcycles and had one delivered early in the morning.  Our destination was the Dover Seashore. I carefully mapped out the ride to give us a long tour throughout the countryside along winding roads and plenty of stops along the way. The weather couldn’t have been more perfect. We loaded the bike with our overnight luggage and left your home to begin our journey. You learned quickly how to curve your body to mine and lean into the curves of the road with me. With your arms around my waist we both became one as we explored England with the wind in our face. I felt you relax more the further we were from the city.  Freedom was yours.

Along the way we stopped for lunch at a roadside café. The scenery was brilliant with color and old architecture to photograph so after lunch I snapped pictures of you among the scenery as you walked down the street. I felt overwhelmed and embraced you kissing you long and hard.

 As we left the café and began to ride, your hand reached into my jacket and found my chest. As you stroked my chest with your fingers, I became aroused. Hearing only the wind and the thunder of the bike, we traveled without speaking. We passed Dover Castle and continued our journey through the cliff area along the sea. You pointed out various landmarks and I took in the beauty. You showed me where you could see France from the shore. I was amazed.

We stopped at a roadside parking area to break. You lit a cigarette as I walked a nearby path exploring. As I stopped to shoot a photograph, you came up from behind and wrapped your arms around me.  I turned and kissed you deeply. Our passion was on fire as we let ourselves go to our desires. I slid my hand under your top and massaged your breasts kissing you all the while. Suddenly, you moaned in my ear…I want you now…For an instant I considered our surrounding then gave way to all passion and took your face in my hands kissing you again. Fearful of the traffic, I took you by the hand and led you deeper down the wooded path until we saw a small outbuilding. The door was unlocked and we entered in. We desperately unbuttoned each other’s jeans. Against the wall I held your arms above your head and kissed your neck. I found you wet and wanting. You grasped my cock and pulled me to you. I entered you and we began to fuck standing there. I whispered “Anita”, “Anita” as we made passionate love in our newfound hideaway. We both were taken quickly to climax and came together for an eternity. Filling you completely you shivered hard against me.

 We laughed as we mounted the bike and headed for the bed and breakfast we had reserved for the night. Later we would shower, nap, talk to the locals, and watch the moon rise. Another night together was on its way….

  Whether it is with Chocolates and Champaign or Tulips and Wine, I wanted to surprise you. You are mysterious enough to challenge me to be creative. You convinced me to think our evenings through. Besides, our affair was destined to be quick. Two weeks…14 days including travel. I wanted it be the most surprising two weeks in our lives. From the moment my plane arrived, I hit the ground running and planning.

My friends and family had believed I was going to London for a vacation. I was-though since we had met online 6 months earlier we had become increasingly aware that we were going to find a way to see each other. Your marriage of many years had grown stale and I had found solace in chatting with you. We discovered we had desires in common. A desire to please and through that giving we received. Four thousand miles across the ocean was risky to fall into an affair with a married woman. But I had to do it.

I believe you enjoyed my being assertive…my making the plans. So each evening was to be a new adventure. During the day I saw London. I took many amazing pictures and was “An American Tourist in London”! At night, I found new places to meet you. Sometimes it was your place when possible, sometimes not. In the places we could meet I found ways to introduce you to new heights I had dreamed of. I wanted to experience you letting go.

On night number two; I brought coffee from South America. From our online intimacy I had learned that there were certain ways in which you had not been kissed.  I wanted this to be special. Not awkward. Our first evening together had been amazing. I brought chocolates and our lovemaking started quickly, was fun and messy and lasted for hours. Tonight, I wanted to take you slowly to a place of no return. Delicious coffee brewed strong and hot would take us there. Erotic, romantic, candles and New Orleans Jazz.

As your coffee maker began, I watched it brew. You slipped up from behind and wrapped your arms around my chest. I felt your warm breasts against my back. As you began to blow soft, wet, warm breath against my neck, my mind raced. I turned and faced you pressing myself against you. Took your face in my hands and said…”I’m going to drive you mad…dear Anita… with coffee.”

With the hot mug in my hand you led me to your bed. I took a drink and held it in my mouth for a moment, swallowed and leaned into your full lips kissing you deeply. My tongue searched yours. As you lied back on the bed I slowly began to unbutton your top. I repeated the coffee ritual each time kissing you deeply on your mouth, or your neck. I began to lower my body to your breasts and began to blow warm breath until your nipple was hard then held it in my mouth against my tongue. I stayed there for a long while as you began to move your hips against my body. I sat up and you followed me unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it off my shoulders. You reached for my jeans and found my cock hard and waiting to be free. I lowered my pants and threw them to the floor. Pushing you gently back I began to pull your pants away. Kissing your mouth once more I asked you to close your eyes.

I once more began to sip my hot coffee, hold it in my mouth to warm my tongue and breath, and kissed your legs starting at the soft place at the back of each knee. I traveled up your thighs taking my time tracing a gentle line with my lips. I brushed my face against your wetness. I touched you there and heard you gasp and whisper…yes. Sitting up I sipped again holding the liquid longer this time. With my mouth hot both from the coffee and from the anticipation I covered your mound and slowly stroked my tongue across your wet lips. Instinctively your legs began to spread wide. I rose and as I took another sip, I looked at you…you looked incredible lying there in waiting. Again, I lowered and began to take you in my mouth sucking, licking and kissing you there. Your button became hard as I sucked it in my mouth. Your lips were swollen and open. I drove my tongue deep into you and with my fingers spread you wide. Your hands found my face and your fingers ran through my hair. I could hear you moaning now becoming louder as you moved against my face. You suddenly began to pull my face deep into you and cried “don’t stop”. “I’m cumming”. “Ohhhhhh”….

You came in waves for over a minute….Settled and I looked up to see your smile. I quickly rose and you wrapped your legs around my waste and pulled me toward you. Your fingers found my hard cock and began to guide me to you. I entered you and began to thrust deeply. I was incredibly excited. You wanted me deeper. We made passionate love…I fought back the orgasm and you whispered in my ear…no…I want you to cum hard in me…As I exploded inside you I cried aloud….Together we came in motion together.

We rested afterwards for a little while then as I began to massage your shoulders I became aroused once again. For the remainder of our time together it was like this…You gave…I gave…And always a surprise was in store.

Chapter 3

  At home, I continued to ponder the question of the day, or hell, was it the question of the year! “What?” I ask myself. Surely this was, at the least, a flirtation, but in some ways it seemed to be more to me. Was I making too much of this encounter? As much my sexual awareness level was at a high with knowing I could move mountains with my newfound energy, I was feeling challenged to make this the most memorable evening ever with a woman. “Crazy?”  I wondered, “Crazy as in kinky or crazy as in spontaneity?” What would make this lovely lady feel amazingly special?

I began to plan.

At 5:30 I phoned her room. She quickly answered and sounded thrilled I had called. “So it’s a date then?” I said after making some small talk. “A date it is!” she replied in her lovely European  accented voice. I knocked on her door at 8pm sharp. The door opened and I lost my breath for a moment. Stunning in her strapless low cut evening dress she gave me a kiss on my cheek. As we walked the corridor of the hotel toward the elevator, I gently placed a hand on her back to guide her. The elevator filled with her perfume as we descended each floor. I felt both embarrassed and confident, a strange contradiction of feelings. I hoped the craving inside her was as strong. We walked to my car. I brushed against her as we walked. As I opened the car door for her as she leaned back into me, her warm hips putting slight pressure on my torso, and said “There’s my southern gentleman at it again!”  Smooth Jazz played on the CD player in the car as we drove. Our words were few.

At the restaurant entrance I confirmed our reservation and we were led to our table. The table was small, as I secretly had  requested, to enable our knees to slightly rub. The table was softly lit with candlelight. I ordered wine as she studied the menu. She asked if I would order for her. I did. We talked some, but mostly we enjoyed the company and the electricity of the moment. The food was delicious and the wine increased our senses of each other.  I noticed we both were searching for opportunities to touch, reaching at the same times, and moving our knees tighter together. We finished our meal and escaped to the car.  

 At the car, as I opened the door, she once again leaned back into me. This time I wrapped my arms around her turning her to me. I kissed her deeply. She moved into me and we held the moment. A young couple at the next parking spot giggled as they saw our embrace. “It’s our anniversary” I lied. “This raving beauty has put up with me for 29 years and still wants to have sex with me every time I take her out in public!” She jokingly grabbed my rear as I backed away to give the couple more humor. “Awww, you love it old man!” she commanded. As we left the lot we laughed aloud.  

“So where to now?” she asked. “I thought we would go dancing” I said “Do you enjoy dancing?” She hesitated. “Or….maybe not?” I shyly remarked. She placed her hand on my thigh and asked “How about my room at the hotel?”  I responded “I wanted to give you the most romantic evening of your life.”  “Your question, the one about being crazy, to me, is falling completely into your presence and making you feel special.” “Dancing, moonlight, parking on the hill overlooking the city, opening your door and holding you!” “Am I just a hopeless romantic?” I said. Then she gently spoke, “Sounds incredible but, we can dance in the room, open the curtains for moonlight and park on my bed watching the city lights!”

 As I drove back toward her hotel, she rested her hand on my thigh and breathed in my ear. My cock stretched hard against my slacks. When we arrived, she didn’t wait for me to open the car door; she exited and reached for my hand. On the elevator she leaned back into my body. I held her there as the appropriate floor was approaching. I slid her dress high on her thigh as my hand brushed against her panties. As the door opened we stood there alone almost until the door began to close once again. We walked the length of the corridor to her room without a sound.  Inside her room she asked if I wanted a drink. I shook my head “no” and stared into her eyes. I pulled her toward me and we began to kiss once again. I sat her down on the edge of her bed and began to slowly undress her. I unbuttoned her dress and pulled it off. I removed her black bra exposing round full breasts and she fell back on the bed. I began to slowly kiss her starting at her thigh and moving up. I breathed in her sexual aroma as I found her wet mound and blew warm breath through her panties. She hooked her hand underneath the elastic and moaned as she pushed the lace down. I guided them off of her legs. She spread her legs wide driving her hand between. I began to kiss her fingers at her wet lips and began to suck her clit. Her climax came quickly as she heaved into my face. As she began to relax I once again began to kiss her there. Within moments another wave of orgasm. “Hold on baby, I can’t take that.” She moaned. As we sat up, she began to unbutton my shirt kissing my chest at each button. Unbuckling my belt I rose to my knees and pulled down my pants. She reached for my hard cock and pulled me toward her. Lying back she guided me to her hot waiting mouth and slowly licked my erect cock. As she kissed she said “I want you inside me.” I moved myself back and slowly began to enter her. “Ohhhh” she breathed, as I looked down at her soft curves I took my free hand and began to run my fingers through her hair. As she pulled me deeper I began to move. “Harder” she said, as her eyes closed tightly. I thrust madly into her and  felt her completely. In total abandon to her body, I made love to her. As the moment heightened, my cock became harder as I thrust to meet her hips. Our climax was together in harmony. Perfect harmony, as we both began to tremble.  

That was the beginning. We made love many ways that night. We could not be free of the attraction we both felt at our first encounter at the coffee shop one day earlier. Sometime before morning, we looked out her hotel room window at the city lights below. “What makes me crazy?” I thought quietly, I gently moved behind her and entered her luscious body from behind and said to myself. “This lady makes me crazy!”

Chapter 2

I sat at my desk and tried to focus. I had a local companies logo re-design due the next morning and I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around finalizing it. Though it was by most eyes finished, "an artist's work is never complete", and I couldn't press the "save" button and be satisfied with the result. So I sat there, thinking of my coffee shop encounter with this beautiful Goddess.

 After my divorce eight years earlier, I found myself recently tired of the dating scene. The single ladies I would meet were often wonderful and fun, but I couldn't seem to grasp  a serious relationship. Also, it is a small town, which plays havoc on  meeting ladies. Everyone seems to know each other or are related. Occasionally, I would have casual relationships and have casual sex, but there were no real fireworks happening.

 Suddenly, the words “Please tell me what makes you crazy” that had been spoken to me earlier was the very thing making me crazy! I watched the clock and tossed around the question in my mind. I thought about her humor, smiling as I remembered her making the challenge to me and I thought about her forwardness that imprisoned my thoughts and made my imagination run wild. I thought about her curvy figure. Large breasts and hips. (I am often taken by ladies of a larger frame with curves everywhere!) I imagined her beside me in the theater, touching me when no-one was aware and I imagined her warm next to me naked in my bed. My taking hours to bring her to climax by teasing her in every way possible. There at my desk, I was becoming aroused by the thought of this mysterious lady

"Ring" The phone on my desk began to ring. It was my partner asking how the project was coming. "Slow today" I replied, "a creative block I think." "Go on home if you want" he said, "the morning meeting is cancelled until next week, not sure why, but you have another week." "I need to take a few days off," I said, "I'm overdue and burning out." "You sure are," Brian replied, "get out of here for a few days, see you Monday."

to be continued...