by Julian Bloom
The next morning was slightly disappointing as safari’s second days often are, the common game becoming less of a thrill. But just before heading to the camp for breakfast, they found a cheetah family on a kill not far from the road. Morné was able by inching along to get very close without disturbing them, and Tasheka watched, fascinated by the family’s interaction, for nearly half an hour. To communicate, they whispered in each other’s ear, their breath adding a second pleasurable dimension to the occasion. When the moment came when they had to leave or miss breakfast, Morné took the lobe of Tasheka’s ear in his teeth and swept his tongue across it. Tasheka’s obvious pleasure sealed the pact. They both knew how the day would end, and welcomed it.
When Morné left Tasheka at her tent after dinner, he said, “I won’t be long.” He needed to go back to be seen in the dining room. The Sabi staff were no problem, but an inquisitive client could cause problems. When he returned, Tasheka had showered and was naked in bed under a sheet. She’d wondered why she wanted the sheet over her, but found that she was a bit shy about totally exposing herself to a white man’s gaze. When Morné knocked softly, she told him to come in. Quickly taking the situation in, he stripped off his clothes before saying, “Let me slice off the dust,” and headed into the shower. The sight of him naked quickened Tasheka’s pulse. He was, as she had expected, magnificent. The only surprise was that his pubic hair, not having been sun-bleached was several shades darker than that on his head. As he walked away from her, she admired his ass, trimmer than either Jake’s or Solomon’s – typically white.
When Morné reappeared, slightly damp, he gently removed the sheet. “Let me see you.”
“I’m fat.”
“Ah, the more flesh there is, the more there is to enjoy.” Her plumpness reminded him of S’du, though he didn’t mention it. He ran his hands over her body. “Lovely!” he murmured. “A feast.” He lingered over the sight of her milk chocolate inner thighs, deliciously contrasting with the dark chocolate her outer ones. His first sight of that with S’du had excited him, and he was no less excited now with Tasheka. His Afrikaner friends didn’t know what they were missing!
Kneeling, a leg on each side of her thighs, he kissed her, his tongue working furiously with hers. It went on and on until both he and Tasheka needed nothing more. Reaching with one hand down to her crotch, he inserted his fingers into her already soaking center and frothed her juices with them before licking them. “Delicious!” He kissed her again, mingling their juices, and without further ado entered her with a single deep thrust, her hips rising to meet him. He relished the moist heat of her ample thighs as they surrounded him as no slender thighs could. Hooking her knees over his shoulders, he spread and lifted them for the greatest possible conjunction and then slid over her slipperiness in a circular motion that was like nothing she’d ever experienced, even with Jake, his organ dong a tango with hers. It was heaven, but unfortunately not eternal, so it was only moments before every synapse in her body firing, she went off like a mighty skyrocket, red, yellow and green stars invading her mind until there was nothing else there at all. Morné followed moments later with his own no less dramatic climax. Without delay, he withdrew to lie next to her, prolonging her ecstasy and gentling it with his mouth and hand until she was at peace.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “I needed that more than I can say. Never doubt that you are as beautiful as a woman can be.”
“It was my pleasure, believe me. Let’s do it again!”
And so they did, and did it again, until the thought of their pre-sunrise drive just a few hours away, was scheduled to begin before first light intruded. “Never mind,” he murmured. “We’ve another night to enjoy and need to pace ourselves.”
“Yes,” she said, and two almost as delicious days to enjoy in a different way.”
As she drifted into sleep, Tasheka thanked her lucky stars that she had said yes to Africa, and changed her life forever. She was sure Jake would approve, and perhaps was watching and smiling. She hoped so.
The End
Desires of the Golden Girls
Behind the Herbal Teas
Author: Maurice Bedard
Prologue
Helen Patton had recently turned fifty, she was officially in the golden girl club now, so it wouldn't be as bad if she had a companion to share her life with. Helen ached to have a partner to share intimate moments with, missing the warm touch of another across her skin. Living a lonely solitary life was not what Helen would have chosen, but alas it is the life she is now living. She had been married for twenty-three years, when suddenly she found herself being divorced at 46. Her husband left her for a younger woman he had met in his poetry club that he had started three years previously. Well apparently there was more going on at the poetry club than just poetry readings. John, Helen's ex-husband would spend late hours hanging out at Jenna's Java Shop on Blain Ave, often meeting his poetry group there. Looking back John also used to go to a lot of writer's conventions, these were held in larger cities across the country. He would be gone for one or two nights. The reality was, he was meeting with Dana, looking for the passion he used to come to Helen for. Helen knew that the passion between John and herself had faded long before he left her for Dana. If the truth be told, she was the one that showed no interest towards John in a sexual way, for many years. So it was really no surprise that he went looking for a sexual relationship outside their marriage. Helen did not hold John totally responsible for this, she too had her part in ending their marriage. The truth was Helen found that she was not attracted to John in a sexual way anymore. She found herself constantly avoiding physical contact with him, she even moved into the spare room under the guise of his snoring was keeping her awake. She did not blame John in the least for divorcing her.
John was a copywriter that always envisioned himself as the “New age Shakespeare”, this was something that Helen didn't see in John, in-fact she found his poetry uninspiring and downright boring to the ear. Not that she ever told John that, but instead she always supported his dream of writing the best collection of poems. Which for John has been an ongoing project for many years, or more of a project that has been talked about—but has yet to see the light of day! Helen is a florist, she runs her own flower shop that is a five-minute walk from home, something she enjoys almost as much as tending her home garden. Sitting back enjoying a nice herbal tea on her back deck while surrounded by the peace and calm of her garden is something she gains much pleasure from. But it does not fill that void in her life where she aches to be touched and held in a passionate embrace. Her mind wanders as she looks back into her past, to a time when she was full of love and passion, and felt that she was desired in a sexual way. These days she can't remember the last time she had an intimate connection with another person. It has been too long that she has gone without love and affection in her life. She wanted to have that back in her life, but had she left it too late—was she too old or too late to find her soulmate?
Helen and John have a daughter, Forest, she is 19 and is in her first year at UC Berkeley College of Environmental Design, she is hoping to become an architect. Forest is living in Berkeley, California a long way from her hometown of Woodstock, Vermont with a population of just over 3,000. So now Helen finds that she is living in an empty nest, if she didn't have her three close friends Rita, Lily, and Val, she doesn't know what she would do. She also loves that she has Skype on her computer that she can chat with Forest on, at least once a week. Recently she had her three friends over for a girl's night at her place. Helen enjoyed the company of her friends, while sitting out on her back deck—barbecuing chicken kebabs, and sipping on some long island iced-teas. Soon after, Rita started mentioning an online dating site called “Golden Dates.” Rita suggested to Helen that she should check it out, that she should try to meet a nice male companion. Rita has been a widow for seve9n years, after her husband Ray dropped dead in their garage from a heart attack. Rita had decided to move forward with her life
after seven years of widowhood, no more dreary dark outfits was the beginning of Rita's coming out, so to speak. Rita is always dressed to the nines, wherever she goes. She was going on a date on Saturday with a man she had met on this “Golden Dates” dating website. Rita had explained that the people on this site were like themselves, in their golden years, looking for companionship. After some coaxing from Rita, over the past three years, Helen finally decides to check out the dating site, and this is her “Golden Dates” story...............
Chapter 1. New Member of “Golden Date”
Helen sits down at Jenna's Java shop where Rita has been waiting for her to join her for lunch. She makes her order of a Chi tea, a mushroom omelette, and brown toast. Rita is sitting almost ready to explode, she bursts out as the waitress walks away from the table—“well did you do it or did you chicken out?” “Yes, I did it last-night after watching the Jimmy Fallon show, you are looking at a new member of the Golden Dates site. I can't believe I am on a dating site.”—“Hey just because we are in our golden years doesn't mean we are dead, we golden girls need some lovin, just like everybody else” replied Rita with a chuckle. “Just think about it Helen we might be able to go on a double date, how fun will that be?”
“Rita this feels so weird—but at the same time it does have a bit of excitement to it, I have to admit” replied Helen with a grin as she thanked the waitress for her tea. “I haven't put a picture or any major details about my past just my birth date, how old I am kind of thing, just basic info. I was wondering if you could come by on Sunday for lunch, and help me to spruce it up a bit that is if you are not too done-in from your big date Saturday night.” “I would love to come over on Sunday and tell you all about my hot date—and get your profile spruced up, so you too can find yourself a hot fella. I am going over to Sara's boutique shop after lunch to get myself a sexy outfit for Saturday night, a new dress, some sexy lingerie, and maybe a new pair of shoes too” replied Rita as she took a sip of her coffee.
“God Rita the last thing you need is a new pair of shoes, you have a whole closet full of them, in every color and shade known to humans!” “I know I do Helen, but you know I love to shop, especially for a new outfit for a date—I am feeling like a young school girl—I am so pumped up about Saturday.” “Where are you meeting your date—what was his name again?” “His name is Stan Barton, and I am meeting him at Claiborne’s Steakhouse in Rutland at seven. I have booked a hotel room at the Stanton Hotel for Saturday, because I plan on having some late night fun—so I won't be driving back that night” Rita replied with a catlike grin towards Helen.
“Did Val seem okay to you the other day—she seemed a little on the quiet side I thought—is everything alright with her and Brian?” replied Helen quietly over the table to Rita. The waitress placed their lunches on the table, the women thanked her, and she went on her way. “Well Helen now that you mention it she was not her usually happy and yappy self” replied Rita as she took a bite of her Turkey sandwich. But, keep in mind Helen that Val is not one to talk about her troubles. It is like pulling teeth trying to find out what is going on with Val. I just hope that Brian is not out screwing around on her again—she should have left that useless man a long time ago. I would have kicked his sorry butt to the curb” replied Rita with a look of disgust on her face, as she took a sip of her coffee.
“Val forgave him and he promised to smarten up, but I just wonder if maybe he is back to his old tricks” I hope not for Val's sake. It would break her heart, she is such a sensitive soul. I'll give her a call and see if she wants to come over too, on Sunday for lunch. I'll invite Lily as well and make it a girl's luncheon” Helen replied just before taking a mouthful of her omelette. “It looks like Lily was the smartest of the bunch of us—not getting married or having kids. Her life has been built around running her bed and breakfast, she seems happy enough” replied Rita as she took a bite of a pickle. “But not all of us are meant to be living a life of solitude” replied Helen. “Lily always has people around her at the bed and breakfast, she enjoys her moments that she can spend alone. But I know I want to find a lover, friend, companion all wrapped into one hot sexy body!” Rita laughed.
Helen headed back to her flower shop after lunch with Rita, finding herself wondering if she could indeed find that special companion—maybe her soulmate is waiting to meet her on Golden Date. Miracles do happen, so she figured the only way to find out if there is someone out there waiting for her is to get off the sideline and into the game—beginning with setting up her profile on Sunday. There was this little bit of warm excitement in the pit of her stomach as she began to look forward to trying her luck on Golden Date—after-all it found someone for Rita—she certainly seems to have an extra spring in her step! This was not Rita's first date, but she had dated numerous men since she joined the site three years earlier. She was enjoying meeting new and different men. Rita was just looking to have some fun and excitement in her life. She was happy that the site had opened a whole new social scene for her. Helen wondered if she would fare as well with the dating site as Rita has.
“Hi Miss Patton, how are things going today? So, you have four deliveries for me to do today?” asked Kyle, who was Helen's delivery man for her flower shop. He was a long-haired, happy go lucky seventeen year old that was working doing deliveries for Helen part-time after school, usually. But now Kyle was off school for the summer break, so he was available to come into the shop earlier to pick up the deliveries. “I can't complain, my day so far is going pretty good. Here are the addresses for the four deliveries, and I have them all ready to go in the back storage room.” Kyle picked up the note with the addresses, and headed into the back. “Is Forest going to be coming home to help you with the flower shop this summer?” he replied as he strolled into the back storage room.
“She is going camping with a group of girlfriends at a beach in California for a week, then she is going to stay with her dad and Dana. They are taking her to Hawaii for a week, she can't wait to go there. She has booked her flight home for August 2nd. It will be so nice to have Forest home again” replied Helen. “Wow—lucky Forest, I would love to go to Hawaii and check out surfing—but no worries Miss Patton she will be back before you know it. I had better get these deliveries out—bye Miss Patton” shouted Kyle as he stepped out the backdoor of the shop to load up his blue, rust-coated, Jeep Cherokee, with the deliveries. Helen began to think of how nice it would be to see her daughter again in person, and be able to hold her and make her favorite meals for her, and just enjoy their time together. Forest loves going to stay in Manhattan, she finds the big city so exciting and exhilarating, on a much faster pace compared to here, in Woodstock, Vermont. This year she was going to have to wait a little longer before she will have Forest back home with her. Helen was glad that Forest got along well with Dana, Helen too did for that matter—she had no ill feelings where John and Dana were concerned. Strange as it may sound they all got along quite well.
John and Dana live in Manhattan, New York, not far from central park. John still works as a copywriter and Dana as a yoga instructor. They have shared custody of Dana's ten year old daughter Verity. Most school holidays Verity would spend with her father Nick, who lives in New Hampshire with his second wife Anne, and their six year old twin boys, Brandon, and Mark.
Helen watched Kyle's truck drive off down the back alley, as she shut the backdoor, the front doorbell rang alerting her that someone had entered the shop. She shouted out letting them know she would be right with them, as she finished locking up the backdoor. She walked into the front of the shop to find Toni, she owned and operated, the “Green Living Health Food Store” over on Church St. It was where Helen bought her herbal teas as well as other natural health related products. They saw each other at least once a week, as Toni would come in and purchase some daisies and sunflowers, to display in her shop.
But today she was not here for daisies for her shop, but she was picking up some flowers that she was getting for he
r blind date that a friend had set her up on. Toni asked Helen what her favorite flowers were, what would she choose out of the flowers in the shop? Helen said she would go for an assortment of the lilacs, in white, purple, and pink—she was crazy for the smell of them! So Toni in turn said “well can you give me a dozen of those please?” After some more pleasantries, Toni headed out the door with the bouquet of lilacs for her mysterious friend that she didn't give Helen any details about. Helen was not a nosy type and would not think of prying into someone else's affairs. But she knew that Toni was a single lesbian woman, she too was in her golden years—she wondered if Toni was a member of Golden Date too, Helen grinned at the thought.
Chapter 2. Lilacs on the Porch
Walking home from her flower shop, as Helen approached her house, a light summer rain started to come down, cooling her warm skin. Turning into her drive she saw sitting across a chair on her front porch a big bouquet of beautiful mixed lilacs—with a look of surprise and confusion she walked up onto her porch, leaning over and picking the flowers up. Underneath the bouquet was a small card that read: Date cancelled didn't want to waste the flowers, had an inside tip these are your favorite pick of the bunch—enjoy! Signed Toni:) Helen walked into her house, pulling out a big blue glass vase to hold the lilacs, she breathed-in the intoxicating scent that they gave off—enjoying this bit of aromatherapy, she placed the big vase in the middle of the island in her kitchen. Helen thought back trying to remember the last time anyone had given her flowers—when you own a flower shop flowers are the last things people think you would want—but actually if the truth be told she always loved getting flowers. She always thought Toni had the most amazing green eyes, Helen was very much an eye person—if a person had nice eyes Helen was drawn to them—after all they are the windows to the soul! Helen decided she would take a pop around to Toni's Health food store tomorrow at lunch and invite her over for her girl’s luncheon on Sunday, as a thank you for the flowers.
