"This is very nice," I say as the waiter shows us to our table near the grand piano. As the man plays a soft tune on the piano, people get up to dance on the other side. The atmosphere is subdued, complete with candlelight at the tables. I smile contentedly as I browse through the menu. "You pick."
Bruce glances at it and orders the smoked salmon, salad, and steamed vegetables. "I'm glad you said yes," he says, looking at me over his glasses. I give him a questioning look. "To having dinner with me tonight."
"Oh, of course," I say. We both conduct ourselves like this is our first date. It's nice for a change; I'm seeing a different side of Bruce. He seems anxious to please me.
Our meal is served and we eat in silence, enjoying the piano music. Afterwards, Bruce stands up and holds out his hand. "My lady," he says as I take his hand and we go for a twirl on the dance floor. He knows how much I love dancing and we glide together across the floor. In his arms I feel the love. Bruce holds me tight as we gently sway. We hadn't made love since before he asked permission to date. Now we both have had an affair of sorts and yet here we are, in each other's arms, dancing.
He rears back to look in my eyes. "Are you happy, Eileen?" he asks.
I frown but then recover quickly. I wonder if he means right now or if he means in general. I shrug. "I'm happy at the moment, here in your arms dancing," I say and give him my best smile. His eyes sparkle down to me as we continue the slow dance. "What about you?"
Bruce smiles down at me. "I'm very happy right now," he says and hugs me close. I'm hoping the evening will end well with him coming back home. We stay out until past midnight; we don't really talk much, but just enjoy the music and dancing.
He's quiet on the way home, offering me a small smile as I chatter on about nothing in particular. I want to bring us up but I hesitate. Maybe we should take it slowly, but my body longs for him next to me all night. Once home, he walks me to the door and pulls me into an embrace. His lips find mine in a sweet and lingering kiss. Then he pulls back and bids me a good night.
I stand there and smile and wave. He leaves and I go inside, feeling deflated. I didn't offer for him to come in, and he didn't ask. I leave it up to fate and go to bed believing that if we're meant to be together we will.
I'm delighted over the next week because we go out almost every night for dinner. We watch a movie. We go for a stroll. We even go shopping. But the one thing we avoid is him coming into the house or me coming over to his motel room. We're suppose to go pick up the kids on Wednesday and I'm trying to figure out what I'll tell them
Chapter Four: Reconciliation
I receive a phone call early Friday morning. Bruce is out of breath. "I've managed to take the next couple of days off. Would you like to drive down to the coast? I've rented a condo for us. I know it's a long drive, but we can leave this morning and get there by evening. We'll have all Saturday and Sunday and can come back Monday to prepare to pick up the kids," he says.
I smile, hope brewing in my heart. "Okay, sounds like a good plan. I'll get ready," I say.
"You have no plans this weekend?" Bruce asks. I can hear the apprehension in his wavering voice.
"I have plans with you," I say, chuckling at my quip.
I hurriedly pack for a weekend on the coast. I have high hopes now for reconciliation, but it could be a weekend of breakup too. I try to prepare my bag and my heart for whatever lies ahead, but my heart is hoping for a weekend of love.
We arrive that evening in time for dinner on the dock, eating seafood. I stuff my face, feeling relaxed, and the cool sea air blowing through our hair. Bruce grabs my hand and peers into my eyes from the light of the moon, the sea a silvery billow of roaring silk beneath the dock. I'm intoxicated by the atmosphere.
Bruce pulls me up and we pay and leave the dock, walking slowly across the boardwalk, many of the shops closed for the evening. We make our way to the abandoned moonlit beach and face the sea. Our arms entwine and I look up to the man who's had my heart the entire time. Bruce smiles and nods towards a blanket laid out near the lapping water's edge. A bucket of ice, bottle of wine, and two wine glasses are near the edge of the blanket. I smile questioningly to Bruce.
"Surprise," he says quietly and holds out his hand for me to sit on the blanket.
"When did you do this?" I ask.
"For the right tip you can get the bellhops to do just about anything," he says and winks as he grabs the bottle and glasses and pours the wine. After handing me a glass, he says, "To you, the woman of my dreams." He holds up the glass.
"To us," I say and we clink the glasses and take our first sip. He pulls me to him and we lay back, looking up at the moon, the small clouds passing by in ghostly figures. I snuggle into his arms and it doesn't take long for him to turn to me.
His lips find mine and we meld together as he rolls over on top of me. My hands explore his familiar back. Oh, how I've missed him and I let him know by pouring the passion into my kisses. We roll and I'm on top of him. I place my hands on his face as his hands rub my back. "Bruce," I whisper and dive into his mouth, exploring it with my tongue.
He yanks up on my top and I wiggle free. I pull up on his and we both remove the rest of our clothing. No one else is on the beach, no one can see for it is too dark save for the partial moonlight that peeks out from the clouds. The wind picks up speed right along with our passion.
Bruce flips me over to explore my body. "Eileen, how I've missed you," he says as his lips kiss my breasts, stopping to nibble my nipples. I arch my back, feeling the pleasure build between my legs. It's been too long.
"I've missed you," I say before his lips find mine again. My hand trails down his body to the awaiting stiff pole that's poking at me. "I've missed this." Our love making before the past couple of months had been relaxed, but we had the occasional flare of passion that I felt was fit for the romance novels. Now I'm feeling it full steam.
Bruce kisses my belly and his lips find my hard clit, gently sucking it. I moan, wanting more. His tongue travels the down the valley and back up, lapping at my juices. I wrap my legs around his shoulders and he smiles before diving in, giving me the best oral I have ever had. I think the sea air, as well as the roar of the waves just feet away, and the moonlight, put me in the best mood. Right before I cum he stops and climbs on top of me.
I grasp his hard cock and give it a gentle tug. "Mine," I say.
"Yes, it is. All yours, forever," he breathes as he slides it into my pussy. I'm already horny as hell with the oral stimulation so it doesn't take long before I feel the stimulation on my G-spot as he slides in and out, poking deep and hitting my cervix while dragging his hard head back to the edge of my lips. I moan with each thrust.
"Oh, Eileen; I love you. I still love you. I always have," Bruce pants. He thrusts in and out and the pressure builds. I begin grinding my pussy to feel his cock hitting my G-spot better.
"I love you too, Bruce," I say. Suddenly my pussy explodes into a den of pleasure as the orgasm shudders throughout my body. I buck up and down and Bruce picks up pace with me.
"Uhhh, ohhhh, mother-fuck, I'm emptying my load into your pussy. Maybe I'll fucking get you pregnant again," Bruce says as he shoots everything he has into my lady bits. Afterwards, we lay still, catching our breath, breathing to the tune of the roaring tide coming fast.
I jump when I feel the first spray and we quickly get up to move the blanket. I laugh and fall over, still naked and quivering from the orgasm. Bruce chuckles too and sits down as he pulls me to him. We sit there watching the water come increasingly closer to us with each pull. He breathes into my hair, inhaling and moaning.
"I mean it," he says.
I turn to him and raise my eyebrows.
"I mean it when I say I love you. And I always will," he says and our lips meet again. I turn to him fully, still sitting in his lap.
"I love you too, Bruce," I say. We kiss for a while longer, but when the water threatens to carry the ice bucket away we hop up and dress and head b
ack to the condo, giggling like two teenagers in love.
We spend the rest of the weekend as if we are on our honeymoon again. Bruce breaks down and cries about the whole married and dating process. I point out that I participated too and now that it's over I never want to go back to doing that again. He agrees. We travel back home that Monday; home, where we will live together with our children. They have no idea what transpired while they were away at camp and we plan to keep it that way. Reconciliation is sweet. We are better people now and a stronger couple after all.
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