by Ella Hilton
She smiles again and says, "Yes."
Then I start talking to her, learning that her name is Donna. She was born here in Cannes. The reason why she knows English is because her mother was from the U.S. For the rest of the time we talk, laugh and cry until closing time for the cafe. Then we walk hand in hand as we leave the cafe. She takes us away from the village and towards the sea. When we finally get there we both take off our shoes and walk barefoot across the sand.
I talk to her about my hope and dreams. About how I want to become a teacher, but so far I don't have a high enough g.p.a to become one. And she tells me how she wishes that she could go to college but she doesn't have that kind of money. Then I tell her that I would give her all the stars and I would make every dream of hers come true. Smiling at me, she says very little. She thinks about what I have said and everything else she knows about me. Then she leans toward me and lightly kisses me on my cheek. She is smiling shyly at me.
I look at her, feel the wind against my face and I see her hair blow in the wind as I smile back at her. Leaning down I to try to kiss her soft lips...but she sees that and runs away from me. I call out her name but she is still running towards town. I try to follow her, but I don't know my way through the village so I easily lose her.
Walking back to the beach, I try to replay the events of the night. I thought she was beginning to like me...did I do something wrong? I just sit there looking out at the water and stars all night long. The next day I go back to the cafe hoping to see her there again. I sit down and wait. The next time I look the time is four in the afternoon. Then an hour later she finally shows up. She sits down next to me and she tells me that she's been thinking about last night. She tells me that she's sorry that she ran off. I told her it's alright, I was moving a little too fast. She smiles at me and I tell her that I'm sorry too.
I said, "I'm sorry dear, I'll move this relationship along slower for you."
Again she smiles at me and tells me thanks. We begin to talk again at depth. Same as yesterday we sit there and talk laugh and cry. But today I pay more attention to what she says. Like yesterday we are the last two to leave the cafe. We walk the same route down to the beach, but today we happen to catch the sunset over the water. We sit on the sand and watch the water crash against the beach. She lays her head on my shoulder enjoy the beating of the water in our ears. I'm happy and content.
She looks at her watch and sees that it's midnight. She gets up and tells me that she has to leave. I kiss her lightly on her cheek and ask if I can see her again tomorrow.
She says, "Yes, but met me at the cafe again."
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, Donna."
She smiles, then leaves me alone on the beach again. Now I go wondering the streets trying to find a motel or somewhere I can stay the night. I finally find one and I crawl into bed and fall asleep.
I wake up the next morning feeling like a new man. Eight hours of sleep will do anyone good. I slowly make my way back to the cafe and order a coffee and a bagel. When my order is up, I get it and make my way to sit outside. As I sit outside drinking my coffee, the same people I've seen the past two days walk past me. I sit there and countdown the hours until I see her again. The sun gets lower as each hour goes by.
Soon it is the hour when she has showed up the two other times. She is nowhere to be seen. I sit there for another hour. but she never shows up. I take my time and walk down to the beach. As I walk I hope she is down there. When I finally get to the beach...I look up one way but I don't see her. I walk down the other way for a few miles, but I see no one. Then I feel a tap on my shoulder...I jump, but it's her and she's smiling at me.
"Why are you smiling at me?" I ask her.
She says, "Because you are the first guy to go looking for me."
I can't be mad at her anymore. She just looks so beautiful standing in front of me with the sunset behind her. I smile back at her and remember the necklace that I bought from the old man. I take it out and give it to her. She's surprised as she opens the case. As she does this she smiles at me, and then starts to cry at the same time.
"Oh, Joseph...this is too much...I can't take this from you."
"Yes, you can Donna...and it would look lovely on you," I tell her as I take the necklace out and help her put it on her.
She turns around and looks at me. I look deep into her eyes and I smile at her. She smiles at me as she reaches up and softly kisses me on my lips. I look down at her and smile at her again. We sit on the beach together holding hands and looking at the stars, the moon and the water. I tell her that if I could, I would give her the moon and the stars. She tells me that I am a silly man and she smiles a big goofy smile. We both sit there until midnight again and she tells me that its time for her to leave. Tonight I insist that I walk her home.
She says, "Okay."
We slowly make it back to her place and I kiss her on her cheek. I ask her if I can see her again tomorrow. She says, "Yes, and tomorrow I'll meet you at the cafe. This time I promise."
She closes the door behind her as I slowly walk my way to the motel in town to stay another night. I wake up the next morning and follow my way back to the cafe. I greet the old lady, and the old man. I order tea and another croissant. As like the past couple days I go outside and wait for Donna to show up. Today she comes early and here to the cafe. She sits across from me and we hold hands. I gaze into her blue eyes and smile at her. She asks me what I'm thinking.
I tell her," I'm wondering what it would be like if you were my wife."
Four Silk Scarves
I had it all planned. I played it out a thousand times in my head. After all, I hadn't seen you in about three weeks and I wanted to do something extra special for you. I was going to greet you at the door, wrap my arms around you and make my sole purpose on earth at that moment pleasuring you.
You drop the bag you are holding, grab my shoulders as your lips meet mine and pin me against the door with your body, one hand holding both my wrists above my head, the other roaming free. Your fingers run over my hardening nipples, down my waist to my hips, down to my knee. You pull my leg up, wrapping it around your waist, my skirt riding up exposing my clean-shaven pussy. You drop my wrists as your tongue swirls around mine, your hand moving to my nipple, rolling the hard bud between your fingers while the other holds my leg in place.
Your mouth moves to my neck, gently nipping with your teeth and placing soft kisses there. I rest my head against the door, lost in the sensations you are creating, eyes glazed with lust as I surrender. Your hand moves from my nipple to my mound. Slowly, you take your finger and run up the length of my slit, flicking my clit. My fingernails grip your shoulders as a moan escapes my lips. "You are so wet, baby" you growl next to my ear as you take your finger and suck my juices from it. I moan again as you release my leg from your grasp and steady me as I start to sway. You gently kiss me, forcing me to calm, bringing back the world around me.
You pick up the bag and we sit. Reaching in, you pull out four silk scarves holding them in your hand. "What a nice gift" I think as I run my hands over the soft, smooth material. I smile as you look at me somewhat oddly. Taking the scarves, you lead me by the hand to the bedroom where you drop them on the bed. My eyes widen as I realize what my gift is for, the fantasy. Your hands run through my hair as you pull my head back, leaning down to place your lips on mine. I can feel your hardening cock with my hand as our tongues mate and dance.
Breaking our kiss, I place my hands on your shoulders and push you down on the bed. Slowly my hips start to grind, my hands cup my breasts, run down to my thighs, and back up to slowly unbutton my blouse, revealing my lacy black bra. My skirt is next as I slowly turn and bend over to slid it down my hips, letting you see the lips of my pussy as I turn my head back to look at you. I can see the lust in your green eyes, your arousal plainly evident. I slip my hand between my thighs and run my finger up and down my slit. I hear your moan as I stand back up and turn around, p
utting my finger in my mouth and sucking. Both hands cup my breasts and then release the catch that reveals my light pink nipples. Slipping out of my heels, I stand before you in the garter belt and hose letting my hands roam my body.
You stand up and place your hands on my breasts, flicking the nipples with your thumbs. I lean into you, wanting to feel your closeness. You gently place me on the bed, whispering, "Do you trust me?" You know my answer before the "yes" can escape my lips. You take the scarves and deftly secure my wrists and ankles to the bed, my body now displayed in an X. You stand at the foot of the bed, admiring your handiwork. I realize how I must look to you; my long hair splayed on the pillow beneath my head, my hard pink tinted nipples and my long legs, between them my pussy, which glistens with moisture.
You rub your cock through your pants, telling me "You are mine, I will do with you what I want, and you cannot escape me." Your words send a tingle through my pussy; making me wetter as I realize what you say is true as I test my bonds. Your clothes removed, you position yourself between my legs. Lying on your stomach you touch the lips of my pussy with your tongue. My breath hisses between my teeth as I draw a sip of air. Your eyes meet mine as you slowly grin. You know exactly what I want and what I need as you lick the length of my slit, the tip of your tongue flicking on my swollen clit. My hands are clenched, fingernails digging into the palms, the silk taut as it holds my arms above my head. My hips rise as you insert a finger, unintelligible moans escape as my head thrashes about on the pillow. As my body tenses, you continue to lick and suck, slowly your movements intensify as you insert the second finger. My moans give you verbal confirmation that you have hit the spot.
"Look at me, I want to see your eyes when you cum." Your words send tingles down my body as I open my eyes. The exquisite sensations you create send me over the edge, looking at you as you thrust your fingers into my spasming cunt. You have the power to do this to me, make me liquid with desire, make me cum. You know this to be true as I see the satisfied look on your face.
I can feel your cock full on my stomach as your tongue licks my lips. I can smell my sex on you; taste myself as you kiss me. You straddle me, as your cock swings heavy between your legs. With the tip of my tongue, I lick off the drop of precum gathered there. I take you in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. You press forward as I suck and lick your shaft with my tongue. I can feel the head slide in and out of my mouth, each time my tongue curls around it, moving side to side. Your hands grasp the headboard as you throw your head back, enjoying the sensations. Your hips thrust, moving your cock in and out of my mouth. I love this feeling, your hard cock between my lips, my tongue caressing your shaft as the muscles cord on your neck and arms. I can feel you grow harder as you pull your dick out with an audible pop.
You kiss me, moving down to my tits you take my nipple into your mouth, sucking, nipping. I can feel your cock and I want you inside me. Reaching back, you untie my legs, grasping them at the knees and bringing them forward. Your hips thrust forward, burying your cock to the hilt inside me. My pussy clenches you as I scream in ecstasy. You pull back and thrust again, grinding my clit with the base of your cock. I can feel your balls slap against my ass as you move in me. My legs wrap around your waist as you place your hands at my sides, one hand reaching back to stroke my clit as your hips thrust. I can feel it start in the pit of my stomach, waves radiating out until it reaches my pussy. My body tenses as my cunt grips your cock, milking it, as you grow impossibly hard. I feel your hot cum spurting in me, bathing me inside. We lie still, coming down from the high. I kiss your forehead gently and you untie my hands. We rest in each others arms completely sated.
My plans were very pleasantly interrupted, but then again, the night is young. Now, I get to play with the scarves.
The End.
Road Warrior Chance Meeting
Stephen rubbed his eyes as he pulled off the highway and towards the strip of hotels. Driving down the road he looked for any hotel that didn't have the dreaded neon 'NO' lit up. Near the end of the lighted section of the road, he found one. He pulled in, expecting to hear that they forgot to turn on the light or it was burned out. Still, he'd give it a shot. Checking in at the desk they did in fact have rooms available. He signed in, gave them the credit card number and got directions to the room.
His legs were tight from the long drive. He'd liked driving a lot more when he was younger, but now it was much more like work. Especially since it was often for work. Having been on the road for 14 hours today to get to tomorrow's appointment was rough. He was going to sleep like the dead tonight. Firing up his laptop, he shot off an email to the company that he'd push his appointment back to noon instead of 9:00 am. He often did this after a long day's drive. And being in the middle of nowhere meant that he would probably work all night again anyway. His company charged well over $200/hour for his services and he ended up getting paid very well for his knowledge. There were only a couple hundred people in the world that knew what he knew – which was a big deal in the Internet industry. Even with the Dot Com busts, he was still very valuable.
He noticed the wireless connection on his laptop picked up a local network. He fired up a chat client and sent out a quick "Hello" to the network. The laptop went 'ding' and he saw a message in front of him. This little network he hopped on had one person on it. Tired as he was, he didn't want to keep a conversation, but he figured a short talk wouldn't be a problem.
He introduced himself in the manner he was accustomed to:
Hi there, Stephen, SWM, 32, on the road tonight, and you?
Tracy, SWF, 35 also on the road, surprised to see someone here tonight.
I'm just checking in on email before I crash for the night, 'saw the light on' and sent a message. How are you?
Doing well, but a little tired
I put down almost 1000 miles today. Ridiculous, but with all the airplane restrictions, I can't carry all I need on the planes anymore.
Oh, I only did 400 miles, but after dinner and a couple drinks in the bar, I'm tired. Would you like to share the bottle I picked up before you pass out on your bed?
Sure, I'm in 413
OK, I'll be right there.
'Ding' – that was it; A short conversation. 2 minutes ago he was getting ready to pass out from driving too long and now he was meeting a strange woman in a hotel room in the middle of Ohio.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. "That was quick," he thought. "She must be very close by."
He opened the door and there stood Tracy. He wasn't expecting much, someone who actually knew how to AdHoc wireless network had to be some kind of typical geek chick, but Tracy was more the type that you'd see at hot girl sites rather than working on the server that runs it. She stood about 5' 6", her dark hair falling over her shoulders, a slender figure. She was only wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, the typical evening uniform of the road warrior planning for sleep. Still, he could see her ample bosom under the t-shirt. After he invited her in, he noticed her other physical attributes as he watched her walk away from him towards the table and chairs.
She put the bottle of liquor up on the table and grabbed the two glasses from the counter nearby, checking the mini bar for ice. She dropped a few cubes into each glass and then poured the bourbon into the glasses.
Tracy was the first to speak. "Well I have to admit that I'm pleasantly surprised. From how we found each other on the wireless, I was expecting some balding geek with the typical geeky pudge all over. But… well.. You're certainly not the typical…"
"I was thinking the same thing. Figured you for the typical geek too. I'm quite the lucky man tonight" He raised his glass up and she hers. The glasses clinked and they both drank. He exhaled deeply after the drink, not expecting the slight burn presented by the bourbon. It was not the highest quality beverage, but it certainly gave him just that nice warm feeling in his stomach that made him want to stay up a little longer.
Tracy continued the
conversation. "So, they have you driving a long way for your work, must be pretty important"
"Yes, it's high end high security networking. All 800 level work. It's just a hassle to get past all the local people. They get real uptight when outsiders come into their network. Can't blame them. Some of the networks are very well designed, just a little poor in the security end. They try and get federal contracts and need me to come in and tighten down. After I come in, the locals go away for their training and come back to a nice tight network."
"Ah, the old sending away for training; that'd be me. Of course, they send me in to train people. A little different, but I'm still the trainer."
"Oh, the trainer eh?"
"Oh please, not the usual lines. I somehow expected better from you."
"I'm tired, can you blame me?"
"Yes, I can. I certainly can and I can't really let is slide now, can I?" she said with a wink.