Hello Gorgeous

by Sherry J. Cook

  Then just as he had unexpectedly showed up, he immediately said he had to get back to work so he pulled his pants up buckled his belt tucked his shirt in and kissed me once again, asking repeatedly if I was alright? Was I? I was fine I think, for the moment and nothing more than another unscheduled meeting would be all I could want for. I felt like I was falling for this man, but it was way too soon to have these feelings so what was it I was feeling?

  Today had happened unplanned, unexpected and now he had expelled his hot sex within my mouth on our third meeting.

  Again he told me, “I will be coming on Thursday as well.” What would he want to do with me then I thought. I would not be certain but I hoped that it would be sex again. I had missed sex so much, since William had moved out; I was going to get all that I could while it was being offered to me whether expected or unexpected.

  Sex, another day three times already, and he was coming back for the fourth time tomorrow. What kind of machine was this Connery Jackson? Could I live with this, could I allow myself to have sex every day? Was Connery the man I had longed for since the summer vacation with my Latin lover Rolando, the machine I had wondered if there were such a thing in the states? It was looking like he might be just that man!

  Connery and I had chatted on line over the previous weekend following our first meeting, but I still felt his need to be so mysterious and this was still bothering me. He hadn’t called me at all from a cell phone or a land line he had not sent me an email nor had he given me any information as to where he lived other than that he lived very close to me.

  This mysteriousness he projected, it was going to drive me insane. Why did he have to feel like he had to hide things from me? He had already told me what he had thought about me and how much he enjoyed having sex with me. I felt like I was the luckiest girl in the world right now and never wanted it to end. But his mystery whatever it was would get the best of me, I was afraid. Connery had to share more of his life with me soon.

  That evening as I reviewed the incidents that had taken place over Friday, the weekend, Monday and now this unexpected visit on Tuesday and it was looking like another visit on Wednesday as well, I wondered where this was this going? Who else was he seeing, how much of his talk was real how much was fake, made up to make him look like he was a God was he really just a womanizer someone that had sex with any woman, my thoughts drifted as I fell fast asleep with the anxiousness that I had on the first meeting awaiting now for the fourth encounter with Mr. Bond my dream man.

  Why does He think I am so awesome and the hottest woman he has ever been with, as I recalled some of his many comments?

  I thought to myself, he’s running a close race with Franklin whom I so terribly adored for all the right reasons.

  I had been with Franklin on the weekend that Connery and I hadn’t seen each other. Connery had used such lovely words to describe me, and I felt so indulged by all of the attention he had been giving me the past few days, but I had been seeing Franklin now for nine months and deep down my feelings were so strong for him. Franklin had been going through the toughest part of his divorce and was hurting badly. He hadn’t wanted to commit to any type of relationship and now I wondered if this was why, because Connery would be the one I was meant to fall in love with?

  As I awoke on Wednesday I immediately showered and made myself up to be as beautiful as I could. My tan was still glowing as was my face. The fact that I had sex three days out of the previous four astonished me and that there could be another day of passionate love making again, today, how could I not be glowing inside and out?

  I hadn’t realized how much I had missed all those years with my x the one I had given myself to for so long. Always afraid to yield to another if the opportunity arose. I had loved him so much but the sex had waned in the last few years and I was having so much fun now. It was almost too good to be true. My girlfriends that I had shared the recent events with were so envious and couldn’t believe that I was involved with not just one man, but now two and both so handsome and sexy. How had I managed to snag two men? When neither of them hadn’t been able to get one, let alone two? They couldn’t wait to hear about the latest rendezvous’ with Connery. I wondered, did my friends think I was bragging I had only wanted them to know how happy I was. I felt I had deserved every minute of this, for no one had been through what I had just gone through, and no one could understand the feelings I had, the old ones and the new ones alike.

  Chapter 11

  The month of July was a month I would never forget, for Connery and I would meet almost every day, sometimes twice a day for sex. My wildest imagination would have never let me think the events I was going through would have happened. With so much on my mind the daily encounters with Connery kept me from dwelling on the inevitable pending divorce and the concerns that I would be facing afterwards. Money would be tight and I would need a full time job and what would I do with all the furnishings from the primary home I had shared with William for the past thirty-nine years? Which house would I choose to live in and make my permanent residence would I continue to live in the Galveston home as I had been since the storm, or would I just sell the one I ended up with and move on with my life and go elsewhere? All these things played heavy on my mind but now with Connery a big part of my life I didn’t think I would be able to ever leave the island or him. Something would have to give eventually to make this relationship work or cause it to die. Which would it be?

  Connery would take me to places I had never been, emotionally. He would take me in his arms, kiss me with unrestrained passion, do things to me physically no man had ever done.

  The pleasure he gave me was indescribable. But there were other men as well, in fact many of them. Before I ever sent Connery one message, there had been at least thirty other men I had met, been with, or just talked to online.

  Michael had been the first date, the very first one, after my decision to get on the dating site, seeking men with the hope to find my second, Mr. Right. He was a photographer of sorts and a salesman, which visited the island frequently.

  Michael had contacted me on the dating site and we had set a date to meet at the Tiki Bar close to my home, I would meet him there vs. have him pick me up. I was petrified; it had been thirty-nine years since I had been on a date. How was I supposed to act, what if he wanted to kiss me, hold my hand. I know this was so stupid but it was how I was feeling and I was pretty sure Michael would notice my nervousness as well.

  The time arrived for me to leave and meet him at the bar. I had decided to wear jeans and a nice shirt, carry a sweater since it would be cool out and the bar was an outside establishment, and if the wind was blowing it could get very cool in the evening hours. I arrived on time; there he was walking towards me. We hugged and introduced ourselves, then chose a table and talked as we sipped on margaritas. The evening was going very well, to my surprise. He was very nice, soft spoken, a tall, blonde headed man about my age and he sported the beard and mustache I so adored on my man. We sat and enjoyed a couple of drinks and then he asked me if I would like to go into town to a local club for a bit? Of course I told him I would like that very much so we decided to drop my car off at my house since it would be on the way and I would ride with him to the club. Up until this point he had only hugged me, held my hand, and thank goodness he had not tried to kiss me. I know my lips were shaking and my voice was probably trembling when I spoke but he didn’t mention it at all.

  We arrived at the club; he parked and walked me in, with his arms around me. I was feeling somewhat awkward but was determined to make this a nice evening and have a great time, no matter what it would take. We ordered Lemon Drop martini’s and took a seat on the sofa to listen to the music the band was playing. It was still too early for there to be a large crowd at the club so it gave us ample opportunity to visit more, and see where the night would take us. I was beginning to feel a little tipsy since I had not eaten a b
ite in fear of feeling fat! The alcohol was rapidly breaking down my anxiety and I was finally loosening up the way I knew I should feel, for his sake if nothing else. We drank and talked and finally he leaned over towards me and as a gentleman would, and ask if he could kiss me, I replied yes you may, and that was the beginning of one crazy night.

  We made out like to teenagers on the sofa as if no one else was in the room. I hadn’t even noticed that the crowd was beginning to grow and the band was playing and people were dancing. I had relaxed so much that together Michael and I were almost in a prone position on the sofa. After an hour or so of light petting and kissing we decided we needed to leave the club and go somewhere more private. I was not taking him back to my place I knew that way before the date begin. I was no way ready to be with another man at this point and figured no man would even have the audacity to assume that I would want sex since I had just separated from William. When meeting these new men I had let them all know that this was very new to me, plainly speaking I would not tolerate a man that thought he would be having sex with me by any means on a first date. Little did I know I lied to myself and in the heat of passion, sex would consume my every thought, my entire being?

  Michael and I left the club but he had no idea where we should go that would be private so we could pick up where we left off at in the club. So I decided we should take a walk on the beach and knew the perfect place to go. We would drive to the East End, where they had just completed a walkway from the new addition out onto the beach. No one was living in the homes as of yet nor would there be anyone on the beach, I hoped, at that particular location this time of night. We made our way to the beach and stepped out onto the sand, the water was sparkling like diamonds for the moon was full and it was as if we were in a spot light, a spot light put there just for us.

  We laughed and played in the surf running from the waves as they rolled in to keep from getting our shoes wet. As we walked along he took me suddenly in his arms and began kissing me with such uninhibited passion. This was all so new for me, but he kissed very well, not as well as William, but good enough to arouse the inner sexual desires within me. He held me tight with his large hands and began to feel my breasts, rub them gently; I felt my body heat up with desire almost immediately. Kissing was not going to get the job done, but sex, actual intercourse just didn’t seem right for some reason but the feeling I was having was almost too strong to withhold much longer. He raised my blouse and unhooked my bra as he kissed my nipples slightly tugging at them making them hard and erect with just one touch of his lips. He was swelling in his pants; I could feel his erection up against my legs. Oh my, what was I going to do? This feeling was so incredible I wanted him bad and he wanted me but as we discussed the fact of having sex, he commented that he had not come prepared and had never planned on this happening, not that he didn’t want it to but that it hadn’t crossed his mind to bring a condom. So as we stood there in the moonlight kissing, holding each other not saying a word. He unzipped his trousers and without a word, I kneeled down and began kissing him tugging on his penis with my mouth. He was seeping and whispered he was overcome with desire to have sex but without a condom he just wouldn’t go that far. Which made me feel somewhat relieved that on a first date some men might just enjoy the date, and not just want to date for sex, but might actually have some respect for a woman still?

  As we played with each other I had taken his dick in my hand, his trousers now falling down just about his knees, I was walking him like a dog on a leash down the beach. He laughed and told me he had never been led around anywhere by his dick before! But the act was making him feel erotic in a way like no other, asking if I had brought a collar he could wear, or a whip to spank him with as well. He was as submissive as he could be with my silly suggestions, telling him to bark for me and even asking him to get on his knees and crawl through the sand. All in good humor we laughed till we just couldn’t laugh anymore and decided we needed to sit down desperately. We moved to the walkway and figured this would be as good as we could get since he didn’t have a blanket or a towel in his car. I removed my sweater and laid it down on the wooden walk. As I turned back towards him, I was going to kiss him, but he was way ahead of me suddenly, he slowly slid his hands into my jeans, unsnapped the snap and unzipped the zipper and slowly tugged at them to slip down below my waist, and within an instant he was inside my body with his tongue, causing enormous orgasmic convulsions within my body. As he kissed and fingered me, I kept my hands on his dick so that I could continue to feel him harden with every passing second.

  The mosquitos were franticly biting at our butts and legs, and we would most likely be covered in bites once we were done and left the beach. Time stood still as we tongued and licked and suckled each other’s genitals, caressing each other in the moonlit night. Little to our dismay suddenly a beam of light approached the area close to where we were lying. Who was it? Would they see us, catch us in the act of oral sex in a public place? Fear overwhelmed me and as the light beam seemed to get closer we hurriedly pulled our pants up and put our shirts back on. I stuck my bra inside his jacket for there was not enough time to put it back on before the light would be directly on us. As we lay there still perfectly still, like headstones on a grave, the light seemed to be passing us over and moving on so we froze in our places until we knew for sure it was leaving. Soon enough it moved on further down the walk and we slowly stood up and decided it might be best to head towards the car before we were approached by the deputy, and arrested for indecent exposure. Even though no one else was anywhere near the site we could have been easily hauled off to jail in a heartbeat.

  We climbed back into his car and sat there for a few minutes and laughed. What an experience this had been. Michael had ejaculated while on the walkway and his cum was all over my lower body, thighs and hands. He had tried to wipe as much off as he could with a napkin, he had for some reason placed in his pocket while at the bar. The relief I felt was amazing, I had gone on a date for the first time, given a strange man a blow job, allowed him to have oral sex with me and to ejaculate on me, all on the beach in the middle of the night. It was somewhat romantic, very erotic and all I could think of was why William hadn’t ever made love with me this way. Why had William come to mind in such a strange time, I suppose I was wishing he would have been Michael and we were still together?

  We left the beach and Michael drove me home. He walked me to the door kissed me goodnight and we said goodbye. I had no idea if I would ever see him again but knowing the next time he most likely would come prepared for full head on sex if we did.

  I had deceived myself, I wanted to hold strong to my convictions regarding dating, sex, and anything to do with a situation, when put in a compromising sexual position, but I had failed, I had faltered, I had succumbed to a strange man’s wants and desires, or was it me that had pushed this? Was it me, what was I doing, where was my life headed? This was just the beginning, the very first date! Little did I know that there would be many to follow and each would be so different, so exciting!

  So my first experience with dating since high school was just as I figured it might be. Full of sexual activity and happening in places I would have never thought things of that nature would have taken place. What would the next date hold for me; would there be another date, a different man? How had I come to this place in my life, I had no idea. I wanted to blame it all on William; he had caused this all to happen. He had driven me to this point, to have sex with men, no matter who they were, or how long I had known them, nor where the act took place. I had disgusted myself I was ashamed and felt sick. What would I do, I had no one to turn to, no one to share these feelings with or question if this was what the dating scene was actually like now? Were all women expected to have oral sex, and intercourse, on the first date?

  Michael had opened a door to a side of me I had never known. A part of me, that I figured was always inside, but had never had the opportunity to let i
t out, to be the sexual person I had been born to be.

  But Connery, oh Connery, he was amazing, he had brought out the very best in me every time we were together. He was so gracious, kind, and so handsome, beyond words. Intelligent, sexy, and so unbelievable tender and gentle like no other I had been with. He was fun, so, so much fun! Such, “Gentle Fun.”

  Chapter 12

  Connery became a little evasive after so many weeks and the daily sexual encounters. We made time whenever we could to be together we both required more sex than once day, we were addicted, or at least I was. Something was wrong, different, still it was all good, but I could feel it, tell something was not right with him.