by Laurie Ames
“I would love to have a citrus wine cooler, please,” replied Val quietly.
Toni went around the table gathering the various drink orders, and collecting empty glasses from the women, returning to Helen in the kitchen. She gave the list of drink orders and then proceeded to help Helen get the drinks prepared, then carried them out to the ladies using Helen's tray, with Helen following behind while sipping on a Corona.
“Well ladies, I just want to thank the girls who put this lovely meal together, I am giving you all a thumbs up on the grub. Cheers to a great feast,” replied Rita as she raised her glass, and once again glasses and bottles clanged in celebration of the successful meal. “Now girls, I’m going to tell you all about my big date night last-night. I know Helen has been dying to hear about it. So anyways, it did start off well. Stan and I met at the restaurant, he was a real gentleman, pulling my chair out for me at dinner—opening doors—you know. Well as the night progressed, we left the restaurant and went to the bar in the Stanton hotel, whereas it turns out we both had rooms there. There was a lounge singer singing some jazz tunes, so we danced a few times round the little dance floor and had a few more drinks and laughs. Then I told him I was going up to my room and that I would love him to join me for a night cap in about half an hour. We were both like two teenage kids and I felt so pumped with excitement. Stan was such a fun and handsome man to be with, he really knew how to treat a lady! I rushed up to my room to slip into my new lilac colored lingerie gown and matching robe, and lovely heeled purple slippers that looked so adorable—but not so comfy,” she giggled. “I got myself all fixed up and refreshed and waited for him to arrive. When that knock on the door came my heart was racing. I jumped up and swung open the door to find my man Stan standing there before me in his pajamas and robe, holding a bucket with a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a portable CD music player. He quickly entered my room and filled the room with compliments on how sexy I looked, as he poured us both a drink, and played some romantic smooth jazz. Well it wasn't long before we were twirling around the room dancing and laughing.”
“The next thing Stan stopped, he explained that he needed to take a Viagra pill before this went any further. I could tell he was a bit nervous; he had never taken them before, and it had been a long time since he was romantically involved with a woman, his ex-wife to be specific. He had started having problems in that area, which just added to the problems with his ex-wife, so they just stopped trying to have sex. That was of course before he had ever considered taking the super drug Viagra.”
“How about you Rita, weren’t you pretty worked up by then?” Asked Helen with a big grin.
“Yes! So, Stan took his passion pill and we had to wait a damn half hour,” she signed. For what seemed like forever, we both sat there, staring at each other. He was assessing me as though I was prey, and I simply watched him because I found him to be the most beautiful man in the world. It was his eyes that captivated me most of all, he had the eyes of a wolf. I was desperately waiting for him to attack! But then the pill finally kicked in and holy crap, that man just got so busy in the bed, if you know what I mean. Well, we were on fire, our warm bodies joined together in the heat of passion and becoming very hot and sweaty. For such a large man Stan was surprisingly gentle, worrying that he was hurting me with that giant penis of his and asking me if I was okay. I let him know I was more than okay—!” The girls were laughing through Rita's descriptive story. “We got it on—rolling around among the sheets all night long. It was all great until.... Stan’s man part would not go down—it was still standing erect the next morning. The poor man was in total stress—we finally had no choice but to call an ambulance for Stan. He was wheeled out of the hotel with his sheets pointing up to the sky in a most obvious way—declaring, what was underneath them. I followed him to the hospital, eventually the poor man was all sorted there, and things got back to normal—if you know what I mean. We were both so embarrassed by the whole event I don't know if there is going to be a second date with Stan the man and his big pointy part,” Rita replied as she burst into laughter along with the other women at the table. “Well speaking of dates and dating—Helen why don't you go and get your laptop, and I will help you to set up your Golden Date profile—I am sure there is a Viagra filled man out there for you too!” replied Rita as she continued to laugh.
“That sounds so enticing, I just can't wait to get up and running, I am missing out on all the fun and excitement by the sounds of it,” replied Helen as she stood and made her way into the house to fetch her laptop.
This was just about the time that Toni stood up and gave thanks for the lovely luncheon, but now she was going to head back to her shop to do some sorting in her storeroom. Helen walked Toni out to the front and thanked her once again for coming. “Are you sure you don't want me to phone Kyle—he not only deliveries my flowers, but he is the town taxi service along with his friend Liam, I guess they went into the taxi business last fall together,” replied Helen with a soft smile.
“No, I am actually looking forward to the walk to the shop, it is such a lovely day for one. I did want to ask you if you would be interested in doing six small sized paintings for me, of flowers, for my shop—well at any rate I will stop in and take you for lunch next week—what about next Friday—why don't we discuss it then?” asked Toni with a grin.
“Well it has been a long time since someone has wanted to commission me to do paintings for them—I am flattered Toni. I sell a few out of my flower shop now and again, but this project sounds like fun,” replied Helen with a bit of excitement in her voice.
“Why don't we meet at Jenny's Java next Friday for a business lunch—at twelve?” replied Toni.
“Okay I will see you there—it's a date—business date!”
Both women gave a chuckle and said their goodbyes. As Helen watched Toni turn and leave, she thought about how much she loved the black color of Toni's short but thick hair and how it really made her striking green eyes stand out even more. Watching Toni strut away down the street was like eye candy to Helen, she was one beautiful lady. With that Helen turned back to her house to once again join her other guests.
Chapter 4. Helen's Dinner Date
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It had been three weeks since Rita had set up Helen's profile on Golden Dates. She was on her way to her very first date and they had agreed to meet at the Jackson's Seafood restaurant in Burlington city. Yesterday, Rita had taken Helen shopping to get a new outfit for her date. She settled on a light grey dress with tiny yellow flowers, and long sleeves, and a light-yellow cardigan. Helen chose a pair of grey suede shoes with a small heal. Rita tried to get Helen to go with a sexier outfit, but Helen was not interested in too much flash. Rita came over and gave her a hand with her hair—fixing it up and doing her make-up for her. Makeup was something she rarely wore, but since she was going on a date, a bit of touch up seemed appropriate. She felt it was a good idea to put some effort into getting ready for her first date. The man she's meeting is a recently retired fireman. He has been a widower for ten years, lives alone in Burlington, and is 57 years old with two grown married sons. His name is Paul Shartin, he enjoys hiking, travelling and seeing new sights. But now that he is on his own, he hasn’t been doing any travelling. He is looking for a partner to share his life and start traveling again to new places in the world.
Helen and Paul had been talking with one another using Skype, giving tours of each other’s homes, and really enjoying their talks with one another. Helen began to think how nice it would be to find a person that she could have a close partnership and enjoy doing some travelling together. She began to wonder if they would be physically attracted to one another, if there would be any true chemistry. Helen had always known that she is bisexual due to the relationship she had with Erin. Not to mention she has always felt sexually attracted to both men and women although having lived her life as a straight woman. When Helen finds herself attracted to a person—she doesn't
let the sex of the person stand in the way.
She had butterflies in her stomach as she pulled into the city of Burlington where she might soon be meeting her lifetime soulmate. Helen headed first to the Marriott Hotel where she had booked a room for the evening. She got herself sorted, leaving her car there and called a cab to take her to the restaurant.
They met in the lobby of the restaurant, exchanged glances, then hugged in approval of each other. The waiter took them to a very private table with an amazing view. Helen was pleased with his well-dressed manner and handsome good looks. Paul was very sensual during dinner, often touching her hand and looking straight into her eyes. There was no one feature that made Paul so handsome, though his eyes come close. From them came an intensity, an honesty, a gentleness.
Helen and Paul enjoyed their seafood dinner, but inside they both knew this was going to be so much more than just supper. They were having such a good time and she did not want it to end. She so much wanted to feel the closeness of his body against her own.
“Helen, so far I am really enjoying your company. I’m so grateful to Golden dates for hooking us up.”
“I definitely feel the same way.” She replied.
“I too have taken a cab to the restaurant. Why don’t you join me for drinks at my house? It is only five minutes away by cab.”
“Oh, I’m not sure, we hardly know each other,” replied Helen as she looked away and pulled a sour face.
"Okay, I guess you need more time," he mumbled. His dark eyebrows sloped downwards in a serious expression.
“Gotcha!” blurted Helen. “Just kidding, horses couldn’t keep me away.” She had a big smile on her lips, one that needed no words.
“Let’s go!” said Paul with a chuckle as he stood up.
They headed off in a cab to Paul's house to continue their fun there. Sitting on the couch in Paul's living room, he drew Helen in his arms and said, “I have been waiting to do this ever-since I first met you on Golden Date.” He started to gently kiss Helen, and then as it became more passionate, his hands began wandering across her dress towards her breasts. As Helen began to feel more and more sexually aroused, she couldn't believe how much she had missed being touched and how hot this felt. She was a woman filled with passion that enjoyed being physically close to another in an intimate fashion. She ran her hands over his arms that were very strong and muscular. They both wanted each other in a sexual way, this was obvious, there was no holding back at this point.
All of a sudden Paul withdrew from Helen and asked, “Why don't we continue this in my hot tub? We can go for a skinny dip. I’ll get you a robe and you can change in the bedroom. Meanwhile, I will turn on the hot tub and get us some champagne to drink. You don’t need to have any worries, I have no immediate neighbors, my back deck is very private. It will be just you and me. It is such a lovely night; we really should be enjoying some time together in the hot tub. What do you think Helen, are you into doing that?”
“Well to be honest I can't remember the last time I was in one, and the skinny-dipping part sounds like fun!” replied Helen.
Paul rose to show her the bedroom and pulled out a white robe. He laid it on the bed for Helen. “Okay I will leave you to get yourself ready, I will meet you in the tub,” he said giving her a gentle kiss on the lips as he made his way out of the room.
Helen was having so much fun, thinking about how wonderful she felt. Here was something that was sorely missing from her life—passion and romance! When she changed out of her clothes and put the robe over her naked body, she felt filled with excitement and desire. She felt giddy for the first time in a long time.
As she made her way, Paul was already in the tub sipping a glass of champagne and sitting butt naked. He held up another glass of champagne offering it to Helen. “Please come and join me for a glass of bubbly,” he said with a sly grin towards Helen.
She let her robe fall, landing onto the deck beside her feet. Helen at first wondered if she would feel shy, but instead began to feel very sexy standing there naked before Paul.
He evaluated her with a slight cock of his head. “You are so much more beautiful than I had ever imagined,” he said before gently putting out a hand while helping her into the tub.
At first, his lips brushed hers like a tease as he pulled her into a close embrace. A hungry moan escaped Helen’s lips as he gently caressed her hair and face. Then everything became hot, fiery, and demanding. They began to kiss with a deeper passion in their kisses, while arms roamed over each other's wet bodies.
His lips found the base of her neck and began lightly kissing and teasing it with his tongue. Helen felt involuntary shivers run through her body as his hand lightly caressed her side. He kissed up to her ear and whispered, "I love that you're mine tonight." Then his lips began to descend again following the contours of her shoulder. Helen was cooing as he kissed down her arm and tickled the crook of her elbow with his tongue. He slowly moved back up to the other side of her neck.
"You taste delicious," he whispered, and another shiver ran through her body. He ran down her other arm and lightly tortured the inside of her elbow to a few quiet moans. He could feel the muscles in her body contracting in response to the tickling sensation.
He gave her left nipple a little lick and gently blew on it. A forest of goose bumps appeared. He smiled and repeated the process on the right nipple. He got a giggle out of Helen as she whispered, "Men!" with a humorous contempt.
It didn’t take long before Paul made his signature move. He moved Helen around so that she was facing and straddling over him. She felt her back arch in anticipation, knowing what was happening next. Helen wasted no time by quickly mounting him and soon was grinding her hips as he began to slowly thrust his manhood into her. It was the most incredible feeling she had experienced for a very long time. The thrusting continued for quite a while until Paul began to whimper, “Oh Helen, you’re so hot and sexy, I can’t hold off any longer. His head tilted backwards, and a big smile broke across his face. “I’m going to get off any time now.” They were both moaning and groaning as they were about to have their orgasms—when suddenly the sliding patio door slammed opened and out walked Paul's oldest son, Kevin.
Paul immediately went limp as a noodle. All hell broke loose when Kevin began shouting at his Dad. “How the fuck could you cheat on Mom! Especially when she’s in Arizona visiting her dying sister! I can’t believe you would bring this trash to the family home for sex, damn you!”
Of course, he was referring to Helen. Poor Helen scrambled out of the tub grabbing the robe, feeling embarrassed, humiliated, angry at Paul for lying to her. She screamed at Paul, “You lying bastard, I hope you have the worst case of blue balls because you are not getting any more from me!”
She apologized to his son Kevin, trying to explain that his father had told her he was a widower. This was all being said as she quickly rushed to the room to get her clothes on and get out of this situation as quickly as possible. She slammed the front door as she left, running down the street upset and in tears. She couldn't believe that she had been so stupid and had trusted Paul. She pulled out her phone as she looked at the street sign and called herself a cab, asking them to come as quickly as possible. There was a cab there within a few minutes, and she was quickly dropped off at her hotel.
Helen was laying on her bed in her hotel room thinking that dating websites were not her cup of tea. She realized people can tell you anything and you must take them at their word. It’s just wishful thinking to hope they are being 100% truthful. Helen thought of Paul's poor wife and how her husband had cheated and disrespected her. It was bad enough that he cheated on her, but to bring the person to the home that he and his wife shared was just so wrong on so many different levels. Helen was so disappointed that Paul ended up being such a big loser. She really thought he was a nice guy that she could connect with, wow was she ever wrong on that call! And to think she was sucked in by his eyes, never again trust the eyes! She now realized th
ere are lots of men who can talk the talk but a man who walks the talk - then maybe she will have faith. She finally fell asleep thinking that she couldn't wait to get home and put this ordeal behind her.
She found herself calling Toni, even though it was late—she couldn't help it, she just needed to talk to someone and the person she needed to talk to was Toni. She called Toni, apologizing for it being so late but Toni was not bothered, and she was worried to hear Helen was so distressed. She told Helen she was on her way over. When she arrived, Helen greeted her at the door with a hug while she cried out her agonizing ordeal to Toni. Helen realized that night that she wanted to be close to Toni, she had been attracted to her for a long time. Toni sat on the couch with her, as she held her in her arms and comforted her. Helen looked at Toni and decided to make a confession. She explained to Toni her past sexual history. She told Toni about her relationship with Erin. Then she let it all hang out.
“Toni, I’m pretty sure I am bisexual, but my sexual experiences with men never seem to truly fulfill me. I feel so confused. The only true sexual relationship I have ever had was with Erin back in my college days. But now I need to say something I’ve wanted to say for a long time. I have real feelings…um…for you. I am desperately attracted to you!”
Toni smiled with her eyebrows raised and her eyes wide open. She then extended her manicured hand and rested it on Helen’s knee. “I too have been attracted to you for quite a long time. I also have my own little confession to make; there was no blind date that I had—I had just wanted to give you flowers—so I made up the story of being stood up.”
For Helen, that was all she needed to hear. She realized Toni was a beautiful lady both inside and out. She could not turn off her incredible fascination to Toni.
“Have you ever seen my bedroom,” asked Helen in a seductive manner.
“I thought you would never ask,” replied Toni with a spark of excitement.