Hello Gorgeous

by Sherry J. Cook

  Chapter 7

  As we lied there together on my bed, not knowing exactly sure when we went from the standing position, to moving onto the bed all I could think about was this a dream or was I really lying here with this beautiful man. He was kissing my lips and my neck and slowly moving down my body gently, with utmost precision, unlike the tender forcefulness Rolando had used. Then he began to slowly unbutton my blouse revealing my soft, tanned, full breasts. I did not resist his actions, in fact I assisted him. I had not put on undergarments so once the blouse was unbuttoned my bare breasts were in full view for him to take as he so pleased. This was way too easy, too comfortable for me. What had become of me, when had I changed to such a nymphomaniac?

  Things moved quickly. Before long we were in the mist of ball breaking sex. His body was warm and soft; he held me tenderly, so different from Rolando and all the other men I had been with, or was it just the way I felt, because he was all that I had been able to imagine he would be, all I had ever wanted in a man. There was something different about Connery’s touch, experience most likely, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew I would want him over and over again if for nothing else than just to kiss his sweet mouth. His kisses for certain took me to another place, a place I could stay forever.

  Connery held me softly; I was filled with such delight. I had just had sex with the man I thought I would never even meet. I enjoyed running my fingers through his long gray curls and touching his handsome face and the beard that I loved, and ever so slightly touching his lips that was still wet from our passionate kisses. I felt fulfilled, I knew I could lie there all day with him holding him, talking softly, kissing and possibly making love again. I wasn’t sure if he could perform like Rolando had so many times so close together but I was willing to give him the opportunity if he wanted to give it a shot!

  How would he feel later? Would he think less of me for succumbing to his sexual desires on our first meeting, would he want more of me at some point? What kind of man was he really? I wondered, did he have a girlfriend, a lover, someone regular in his life, while we laid there after fucking, again my mind wandered back to the many times William and I had stayed in bed half the day making love, how lost I was going to be without him by my side. Tears welled up in my eyes just thinking about being alone the rest of my life and knowing somewhere deep down inside that Connery would never be mine alone, something just was missing, or was it just my imagination? Suddenly a thought came to my mind should have I demanded that he use a condom? It was too late the act was done. I had allowed this to happen so fast. I gasped, had all this been too fast?

  “What’s wrong?” He asked me, in a whisper as I rolled over and turned my back towards his face. As I considered answering him, I felt the warm fluids ooze from my vagina and onto the sheets, it was everywhere. It was if it had been week’s maybe longer since he had allowed his body to erupt with such forcefulness. I was wet all over and wanted more. He had been so good, unbelievably good. I was so excited he had accepted my invitation to finally meet. My expectations were high but he had met my every need for the moment.

  Chapter 8

  He lay there languidly almost dozing when I ask,

  “Will you be back? Will I see you again?”

  He answered me quickly, “Yes, but, I do have a request of you. I am going to demand that you take on other cock—even if I have to bring a second along to help me fuck you! Your pure sexual power overwhelms me, and I love it…”

  “Seriously, for right now—I will be very satisfied with JUST our encounter’s… But, believe me… That isn’t going to last. It never does.”

  “Are you seeing others?” I asked.

  Then laughingly I asked if he would see just me?

  “Ha-ha… No guarantees.” “You must see others as well,”

  Why?

  “All I am saying is I do not trust women who do not like sex with other men… Because then, it all gets back to the same thing—trying to make me into Mr. Right and happily ever after… and that I will never be for anyone, ever.”

  “As for others? Right now, I am saving all my cum for you… Ready to take it?”

  The way he said that made me a little suspicious and I was a little taken back by this bold remark for it was difficult to ignore the connotation of the meaning and I wasn’t sure at that point if I would see him again after a comment of that nature. He suddenly seemed so arrogant and self-assured it wasn’t like he had been on the computer saying this to me, he was right there in my home, naked lying side by side. Had I make a mistake by inviting him over, having sex on the first encounter? How could I know? In time, I would know if I had made the right decision or not. His sexual allure was impressive and difficult to ignore.

  Briefly I considered asking him to leave, not really knowing why exactly, but changed my mind rather quickly, after him taking me in his arms and again kissing me with so much passion. Instead I asked him if he could come back that evening after he had gotten off work. If there were no other reasons I had figured he might be willing to pay me another visit on the same day since he had proclaimed that I was so good in bed, and had fulfilled his every wish, and beyond.

  I needed to be with him again and quickly. I needed confirmation and validation that I was wanted by a man, by this man. I knew I wanted more, much more, and I needed more. Once was just not enough I had to have him again and soon? Rolando had spoiled me the past month and sex was like food and I required it for my very existence. I knew I had been able to have a wide variety of men up to this date if I consented. For requests from the other men wanting to meet me were abundant. Many of these men loved showy large breasts which I had and was proud of and always revealed slightly in my online profile pictures for all of them to view.

  But I had longed for this very moment in time and it had finally happened and I wanted nothing less than to be with Connery again, he was all I had imagined and more. Connery was who I wanted, and I wanted him bad!

  The month of June was almost over and many things had transpired in my life the past months and now with the August divorce just around the corner I began to fear more of the future and being alone. Connery had entered my life at a perfect time and could be the man to keep me company in more ways than one.

  July 4th weekend was the following weekend and Connery mentioned that he would be unavailable to see me during the holiday for he had to spend it with some of his family and friends at a beach party. He hadn’t felt like he should invite me just yet to a gathering, were his exact words and was his excuse to go alone. I wondered what it was going to take to have him take me out on a real date, or to meet this mysterious family of his. I even wondered if there really even was a family. He was mysterious, too mysterious at times. Most of the men I had dated this past year were more than willing to take me out, to be seen with me in public, but not Connery. Why was I was already acting as if we had been seeing each other for months not like someone I had just met for the first time? Where were these feelings coming from, was it the thought of spending the holiday alone with no one to share it with, no grilled burgers no cold beer no fun times spent on the beach, would this be the future I would have spending all the special times alone?

  So the 4th came and went. I went about my own business and the following workday after the holiday Connery called me again, he wanted to see me again, another opportunity to have a wonderful lunch break of sex. I thought maybe I should decline his offer but something inside of me just wouldn’t allow me to say no just yet to him. I already adored him and so enjoyed his company even if it was just for an hour or so. Maybe in time he would be free to see me more, again this strange feeling came over me that this would most likely be all we would ever have together, sex at lunch. So we met for the second time and this time he fucked me like I had never been fucked before. Once again he presented me with a single long stem pink rose, was this his signature? He had neve
r said a word; he had just handed it to me and then took me in his arms.

  Once again I asked him to please come back after work; I was addicted to him like a drug addict that need more than one fix a day to survive. Or was I just addicted to sex, could it be?

  Chapter 9

  Connery had answered my question quickly with a response I hadn’t even thought of. “Naw… my family is here and I have prep work for my class on Wednesday… and then, some work from home tonight as well.”

  Family, yes, he had “said” some of his family were here living with him. I had heard him correctly, so there was family here on the island, had he not wanted me to meet them and why? Was he ashamed of me, if so for what reason? All these thoughts went through my head one at a time wondering why? He mentioned one of the family members had been in the hospital near death and had just been released and he had to get home to see them before he went to his teaching position that night. He had told me that he taught class twice a week and on those nights he would never have enough time to stop by to see me after work. He said that there would never be enough time to be with me, like I would want and expect of him, on class nights. So I ask him more about his class but he wouldn’t give me any more information regarding it. I wanted to know everything there was to know about him and would inquire at every opportunity to learn more.

  “I prefer to stay your mystery man for now…” he told me.

  “So positively you can’t come by in the evening,”

  “No, I can’t make it tonight… too much going on… then class tomorrow again until nine thirty p.m… As well.

  “What about next Thursday lunch?” He asked.

  “Yes that would be wonderful I would love to see you again.”

  So Thursday it was, another date was planned to my surprise, the place and time would be at my home, and at the same time. I was fine with that just as long as I got to see my Mr. Bond again, and soon. I wasn’t sure if I could wait till Thursday for after just our two encounters I wanted him every day, but I would have to settle for what time he would give me for now.

  As we parted Connery said, “God, you are soooo gorgeous… !”

  He kissed me passionately making me fill with excitement all over again. His kisses were wonderful and I could kiss him for hours on end if he would allow that.

  The day passed slowly, and at times I would catch myself reminiscing, riveting from the fabulous time with Rolando while on vacation and now with my own Mr. Bond! I was amazed that I still had the knack for making myself desirable to men and that some men actually seemed to enjoy my sexuality and my openness. Afraid the days would pass slowly until Thursday and knowing that we would probably only communicate via instant messages, made me sad. I had seen him on Friday the week before and then on Monday but now waiting until Thursday seemed like an eternity. I had kept myself occupied on a date with a wonderful man, Franklin, over the weekend, after Franklin left, I just spent some peaceful alone time, a time I really needed.

  Tuesday morning I climbed out of bed barely awake, but with an unparalleled excitement to get back online wanting to see if Connery would be there. I tried resisting, and decided to avoid getting online too early in the day so that I would not seem so anxious to chat with him. About midmorning with an extreme amount of anxiousness I finally logged on and went to the dating site to see if he was there. He wasn’t anywhere to be found. I sent a few emails and replies to other friends’ and acquaintances and a few replies to new men requesting to meet me from the dating site. Then suddenly, there he was! He was sending me another instant message! How should I react, I thought? What would I talk to him about? I was so curious to know more about him so I began the new conversation by asking questions about him again. He had seemed so mysterious so recluse in some ways, this added another layer of intensity of wanting to learn more about him. Why was he on a dating site, why had he not been swept up by some wonderful sexy woman? Was there something more to this handsome man that he had not revealed in our brief encounters? As I received the instant message I read it slowly aloud,

  “There you are gorgeous… !”

  “God, you are soooo gorgeous…”

  “Are you a good student? Or, do you misbehave?” *grin* “I want you for lunch… , Hell, I want you NOW!!!”

  “I want to taste you again, over and over. You really are incredibly beautiful, so unexpected, and completely exciting!”

  I was puzzled by his use of adjectives when describing me, and why he could even be interested in me, I had no idea. I toyed with the ludicrous and absurd thought that one day he might be mine. From the beginning he had always caused me to excite with an inexplicable smile even just with his words. I was just a normal middle class woman, soon to be divorced from a long marriage to my teenage sweetheart. The man I had loved all of my life, the only one, I had loved all those years. Things were different now for me, I was dating and had such a hunger for sex that all the men I met I had the desire to go there with them instantly.

  Bond, he was different. I hadn’t figured out how or why just yet, but I would.

  “Why are you so mysterious why can’t you share more of your life with me, more information about you?” I asked him.

  He declined again any additional information, but he did reply,

  “I am mysterious, I will never tell you everything about me but, “currently I have No mysterious projects as of late, so when do I get to work on you?” “Do I have to wait until Thursday, or could I come by tomorrow afternoon perhaps?”

  I had to laugh out loud, but then replied “Well of course my mystery man you may see me Wednesday and as well Thursday again if you’d like, as we had planned?”

  “How about some necking?” His message read.

  Was he implying he wanted to see me again, today? Could that be possible, I thought. Avoiding the questions my mind drifted again to William, and thoughts of the marriage we still shared for just a few more weeks.

  Chapter 10

  Unexpectedly, Connery shows up out of the blue! No call, no email, no instant messages, no prior notice that he was coming by. What a surprise and a delightful one at that.

  I met him at the door. He greeted me with a long wet passionate kiss as we embraced. I ushered him into the living room as I had for the previous two visits I sat down on the sofa and Connery sat in the oversized chair, hmm I wondered, why he had not sat beside me? Again he silently handed me another long stem pink rose. I accepted it with a simple thank you.

  I couldn’t help but think to myself, how could this be, the man of my dreams here again so soon, an unplanned visit, and already before even beginning a conversation he stated that he was coming back tomorrow, Wednesday… I hope he keeps coming, I thought to myself… he began talking telling me, wild and insane things that I would have never thought of.

  “I would like take you to a secret Café down town, And to a hidden away favorite bar in the city and take you to a Park, to feed the ducks, and paint your toenails and take you shopping for a wonderful dress and take you somewhere special.” “I want to take you to a wonderful hotel in town and lock us away in the room and make passionate love for the entire weekend.”

  I was floating on clouds imagining what that would be like, but again wondered why all of a sudden he had suggested such over the top ideas so abruptly. Then suddenly he began to give me some personal information regarding him; he had offered this without my questioning him about it this time. He had confessed that he had been married three times, had no children from any of the marriages, but he took complete care of his elderly parents. He had told me he enjoyed pets. What kind of pets, I wondered, real dogs and cats, or “women pets”, was I just one of his so called pets now?

  Now after all my previous questions he gives me all this information freely, where was this rendezvous headed? He continued to talk giving me more information. He now mentioned again bo
ut his teaching but this time he told me taught multiple subjects at different times. That he was an adjunct professor and preferred teaching business over other subjects.

  For some reason this made me feel better knowing a little bit more about him. Though he was still so mysterious in many ways, I was determined to find out what other deep dark secrets there were about him and why he had felt the need to keep whatever it was from me. Maybe we had not seen each other long enough for him to open up. Maybe he was not sure of me yet? Maybe he just didn’t like sharing his life with his new acquaintances. I would never let up until I knew all there was to know!

  “Come sit beside me” he insisted. So I moved from the sofa to the overstuffed chair beside him. He began to kiss me, this time with a little more force, more tenaciousness but still very passionately. He held me tight with his large strong hands, he rotated his body around me so that he was now standing over me, still kissing and touching me. He knelt down on his knees and asks me to remove my pants for him. I did knowing what he was about to do. I slowly closed my eyes and my thoughts floated away. He caressed and kissed me oh so gently and his lips and tongue penetrated me. I was electrified with a gratifying predictable orgasmic feeling coming from deep within.

  Then I noticed he began to undo his belt and unzip his dark trousers, I couldn’t believe this, was he going to make love to me again for a third time? Had my dreams come true? Could Connery be even better than Rolando had been? Could he want sex everyday maybe more than once a day? At this point there seemed to be a slim possibility that he could.

  Connery proceeded to drop his trousers and he looked me directly in the eyes. He had a hunger, a yearning look in his eyes, I knew what he wanted so I went down on him, and he placed his fully erect penis in my drooling wet mouth. I moved my lips and tongue around him and began to gently move up and down on him he grew more intense with his groans expelling from his mouth, groans of pleasure. Connery placed his hand on my head helping move his penis in and out of my mouth in a rhythm that was rapid and precise, and obviously very effective in order for him to get the most from the sexual experience, then with an unexpected force he shifted his body and caused my head to press against the wall. I didn’t mind the pressure or if my neighbors might be able to hear my screams of ecstasy. My lips sucked him with soft slow movement as if I were licking an ice cream cone. Salvia oozed from around my mouth and then suddenly he erupted without warning. As he begun the rapid movement prior to the force from his eruption his body had shoved my head further into the window blinds, I couldn’t move, I wondered, could someone possibly come to the front door, most likely not? But if so, there I would be my head in the window pane and a man’s penis in my mouth with fresh ejaculation all over my face? It was an enormous amount and I let it slowly flow down my chin and he rapidly pulled himself out and he went to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel and apologized he had expected me to swallow. As he began to wipe my face I looked up at him and smiled with pleasure. He kissed me again tasting the sex from both of us within our mouths.