Hello Gorgeous

by Sherry J. Cook

  So I got up from the bed and went into the bathroom and climbed into the oversized shower and much to my dismay Rolando walked in and joined me. What kind of a machine was the adorable Latin man? What was he made of? Why didn’t men like him exist in the states, had I just not encountered one as of yet, given my apropos of bed partners to date? Most of the men I had been with sexually had showed constraint on occasion but when compared to Rolando each of them now seemed somewhat prudish. Rolando had been the most amazing thus far!

  So we showered bathing each other and laughing together. He washed my blonde hair and told me many times he loved the touch of my hair and the smell of my shampoo. I allowed him to bathe me from top to bottom enjoying the experience completely, inside and out. Once done, and now loosely clothed, I poured us a glass of wine and we walked out of the house to the outdoors and were now enjoying the cool breeze on the front porch while lying in the hammock together. We spoke of how nice it had been to find each other and how neither of us had expected to have such an electrical experience together. We drank the entire bottle of wine and began the bottle of Vodka next; I was feeling drunk with alcohol and with a new lust for life.

  After completing the wine and now almost half the bottle of vodka, this time I wanted sex I wanted to fuck Rolando again! I took his hand and led him back into the house to the bed and two of us went at it again. With all the strength I could muster I climbed on top of Rolando and rode him until he yelled out with relief as he once again climaxed, spewing deep inside me, screaming with sighs of agonizing pleasure.

  It was now four in the morning and the fourth time our bodies had become one. Finally we were spent, and as well drunk with alcohol. We collapsed into a deep sleep, with the morning sun rise already on the horizon.

  I had been fucked thousands of times but never experienced this act any other time in my life as I had this night. I couldn’t even think of a word to describe what kind of night, and morning I had spent with Rolando. I thought to myself, would this be over with, would I ever see him again? I still had three weeks before leaving the Caribbean but I couldn’t be concerned with this now, for my body ached and all I wanted was to be left alone to rest and recuperate from the monumental night of unbridled sex. So again I was swept away into a peaceful sleep dreaming of Connery, I couldn’t get him out of my mind for some reason. I wanted to have a night like this with my Mr. Bond so bad, would it ever happen? Only time would tell.

  Chapter 5

  The vacation and weeks of carnal amusements were over. Finally I was home after an absolutely unbelievable time in Central America. During the flight and the long drive to my home I thought of the man whom I had fantasized about for weeks, wondering if he was still on the dating site. The closer I got to my home in Galveston the more I began to forget about the wonderful unconstrained nights and days of Rolando. My thoughts turned once again to the man I deeply desired, wondering if he would still be available, or was he already taken? I was feeling somewhat reluctant to get on line to view my email messages, afraid that the “Mr. Bond” who I so adored might be gone from the site. I pondered this question for a day or so after arriving home, before finally giving in and going on line.

  When I finished reminiscing of the fabulous vacation I had enjoyed, and snapped back to reality, home, and the computer sitting there on my desk, and most of all, the dating site. I decided it was time, time to check my emails. Forget about the storybook adventure and accept my future as it was to be, alone, most likely for the rest of my life.

  Messages, there must have been at least forty of them, just from men! Some of them were from men I had messaged before my trip, curious to know if I had returned yet. I figured I would have received messages from many of the men I had already been with prior to my absence, but most of these messages were from new men, men that viewed my profile and wanted to meet me. Some of them, their names, were ones that had stood out to me from the dating site, the handsome ones, some I had viewed but never messaged. There were messages from some men I would never be interested in; ones that just weren’t my type, not the right look. There were messages from men just asking for sex, inquiring if I was that kind of a woman. Too many men to even go to the dating site and view their profiles just yet, but in time I would check each one of them out, and discard the ones unworthy of my attention and message the ones that appealed to me in some form or fashion.

  I had a lot on my mind regarding the pending divorce, and my nerves were shaky, the unknown was eating me up inside. Reality had already set back in and I was feeling depression hovering over me once again. After another couple of days of recuperating from the long trip, I decided to read all the messages in my inbox on the dating website, hoping that it would take my mind off the divorce, and the wonderful memories of Rolando, and give me a boost of confidence, and mental energy to make it through the remainder of the summer.

  Never expecting to see anyone online at that time of the day I felt sure I wouldn’t have to chat with anyone. All I wanted to do was to see if “he” was still there and maybe check out some of the profiles of a few of the men I had gotten messages from.

  There he was! Had he seen me? He had, and he sent his usual introduction message.

  “Hello gorgeous!”

  I was ecstatic and so surprised to see him online, I assumed he would have already found the love of his life, moved on and was off the dating site for good. But there he was! I had been on the dating site now for a little over a year and wanted to meet him so terribly bad since I had first viewed his online picture. I had viewed him for what seemed like weeks but never more than just a brief word or two had been exchanged between us via instant messages.

  “My name is Connery… and it’s marvelous to meet you, what is your name?”

  “Camille!” I replied, sighing softly. He finally introduced himself to me.

  I was in shock; his name was Connery, how unusual! Connery, what a strange thing, but so appropriate since he looked so much like Sean Connery, the name was fitting. It all happened so suddenly, I couldn’t sit still. I wanted so to meet him, to visit with him, to know him; he was all I could think about.

  Chapter 6

  It was on the morning of, Friday June 26, Connery and I chatted on line briefly for a bit, I shared with him that I had been out of the country for the last month on an extended vacation and was so happy to see him still on the site. As we chatted on line for a few minutes I ask,

  “When am I going to meet you?”

  He replied, “What about today, around lunch time?”

  I took a deep breath, was this really happening was I really going to get to meet this handsome man, the man I dreamt of being with for weeks on end?

  I let him know that lunch time would be fine. Lunch time would be there quickly, and I needed to get dressed and prepare for his visit. He would be on his way to my home to meet me soon, too soon I was afraid. I was filled with such anticipation of his arrival I could barely contain myself. Thoughts of Rolando were history and all I could think of was how awesome it would be to finally be held in the arms of Connery, my own Mr. Bond!

  Connery told me he worked very close to my home which would be convenient for the meeting at lunch time. I had shared my address with him and he knew exactly where the street was and would be able to find the house easily. Had he known where I lived at? Could he have seen me outside at some point? My street was a busy street and was a main drag for workers coming and going from work every day from the hospital compound as well as from the downtown area, and the ports. I wondered if he was employed at one of these businesses so close to my home. Maybe I would be finding out soon enough.

  I agreed to meet him at my place, was this a smart idea? But I had requested that he wait for a bit so I could get dressed and looking beautiful for him. I wanted to look my best for the first time our eyes met.

  His reply to me was, “God, you are soooo gorgeou
s…” “I want you for lunch… Hell, I want you NOW!!!”

  My mind drifted away for a second. “He wanted me for lunch”? Hmm. Interesting concept for Rolando had wanted, and had me for dinner! Rolando’s wish had come true and Connery’s would most likely come true as well, only time would tell, for the lunch hour would be there before I realized it.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes, was I reading his words correct? I was about to meet him there in the privacy of my home. I thought would this be as I had hoped it would be a wonderful combining of two people into one? This time, with the man I had wanted secretly for weeks. But after such a hot steamy passionate month of Rolando I knew it would take a lot from this dream man, my “Mr. Bond” to begin to compare to what I had with the Latin lover. I had lost some of the deep desire to meet Connery while away on my summer trip, and my wonderful time spent with Rolando. But it wouldn’t take long for my desires to be rekindled for the reality was that he would be here in a matter of minutes and I would know if he was the man that I had dreamed he would be.

  For some unknown reason I felt the urge to ask Connery what he looked like. Was the picture that resembled Mr. Bond really him, was this what he really looked like? I had come across so many attractive men already on dating sites that had used fake pictures and as I thought about this, I now wondered, could this be the case with him? Why was he still available? He had such unbelievable good looks. What was his secret? I knew he must have several. Why would such a man of such revealing beauty be so available so approachable to a woman like me?

  So I forwarded him the question regarding his looks and was waiting for his reply. I wanted to be certain that Connery was who he said he was and who he appeared to be in the picture he had posted on the dating site for all to see. I hit the send key, and then awaited his reply. The reply came.

  “Give me your email address I can email you some pictures of me, of what I look like now.” His message read.

  So I forwarded the email address to him. Sitting there tense, uncertain what to expect from his soon to be reply with new and most likely current pictures of him. Anxiously I waited dying to see if he was as adorable as his picture on the dating website profile was. Then the email came, I hesitated to open it, as I did, there they were the updated pictures.

  He was nothing at all like my dream man, nothing at all, not even a small resemblance to my ideal man, Mr. Bond. A stabbing pain went through me. I was disappointed to some degree. He had attached four pictures, one of which he had much longer hair and a full white beard. He had been wearing a pink shirt and the color reflected onto his cheeks which were full and rosy, the other picture showed him on the beaches with a sky blue shirt on which had accented his beautiful blue eyes. One picture was a much younger picture obliviously, for his hair was short and his beard was almost entirely dark, with very little gray at all, and as well there was a baby in the back ground, could this have been his baby, he had not mentioned a marriage or any children as of yet? Could this be part of the mystery this man was hiding, and why? The last picture looked like it had been recent but not sure how recent so I had to reply back to him,

  “Which one of these do you resemble currently, if any?”

  “The one in the blue shirt on the beach.”

  I felt somewhat relieved for he was still attractive enough for me to go through with the lunch date.

  Connery wanted to know my response regarding his looks before he agreed to come over. He was certain that I would change my mind now that I had seen what he really looked like, he had deceived me, but was I still interested? I’m sure he hoped so!

  I sent him an instant message sharing with him that he didn’t look anything like the Bond picture but I still thought he was quite handsome and still wanted to meet him no matter.

  “But you are so beautiful why would you be interested in me I look like Santa Claus and no one’s interested in a man that looks like Santa?”

  “Let me make that decision, ok?” I told him.

  So I let him know that I still wanted to meet him, I wanted to see where this would lead if anywhere.

  I had chatted with him online for weeks now and felt like the least I could do was meet him, if only this once, I felt I owed that to him as well as too myself. Maybe he would be a wonderful man, for I hadn’t hesitated with the same decision to meet with Rolando at all. I had weeks of pleasure with Rolando while away, but now home, I knew I needed a man and soon.

  Perhaps Connery had at one time looked like Bond if that on line picture was even really a picture of him. I would just make my mind up that he was an older Bond and his looks had changed. For his vocabulary and technique for flirting were still adorable and he had seemed so sincere and like a “real person” no matter what he looked like in the pictures he had portrayed to be or the ones he had emailed me as well.

  Again he instant messaged me,

  “Are you kidding me? I look old and fat… and you look like every man’s dream!” Was his reply to my comment, in agreement to meet him, but he conceded and we were set for a lunch date at my house.

  My thoughts took me some place I hadn’t wanted to go. Why had he proclaimed to be someone he wasn’t how many other things about him were going to be untrue as well? And why did he think I was so gorgeous?

  I hurried to straighten up my home. Then hopped in the shower bathed and washed my bleached out shoulder length blonde hair. My body was tanned and still glowed from the month spent in the Caribbean sun and surf, and a radiance beamed from deep within as a woman fulfilled with all the sexual pleasure she could desire. I was much more self-assured now that men, some anyhow, would be interested in me, for that had already been proven to me by Rolando and seemingly by all the email requests I had gotten from the dating site during my absence. There were so many different men requesting to meet me I felt young and wanted if for nothing more than sex. Sex, the one thing I knew I could offer them all, and plenty of it.

  I dressed quickly for the meeting; suddenly I noticed my hair was still damp. I had spent too much time on the house readying it for the visit instead of getting myself ready. Suddenly a knock, he was there, knocking on my front door! I actually panicked I was not sure if I was ready for him, I didn’t even have on makeup yet. What was I going to do? I answered the door and invited him in and scowled at him for arriving so soon. I told him as he could see that I wasn’t ready yet.

  “I don’t look like my picture!” Why did you get here so early it’s not fair I wanted to be gorgeous for you! I don’t like surprises so please don’t ever do that again!

  “Stop it you are gorgeous just the way you are.”

  And with that he handed me one long stem pink rose. I took the rose and thanked him and placed in the vase that sat on the table and thought to myself was the rose an apology for lying to me about what he really looked like, for using a profile picture of someone he wasn’t?

  I laughed nervously and told Connery that he would have to wait so I could at least dry my hair. So we sat down on the sofa and talked briefly and then I just jumped up told him I would be right back and headed to my bedroom. To my amazement he followed me, are you kidding, I thought to myself, really, what man would do such a thing on a first encounter, he had balls that was for sure.

  Thank goodness I had made the bed and picked up the room some. Not that it would have mattered if I hadn’t because he wasn’t looking at my room he couldn’t take his eyes off me.

  Connery sat on the foot of my bed while I sat at the vanity and dried my hair, and then proceeded to apply some makeup. He kept asking me to stop but I continued to make myself up as best I could with him sitting there observing my every move. I even began to put rollers in my hair, what was I thinking, I was completely making a fool out of myself with Connery sitting there watching me, finally I stopped rolling my hair, and just turned and looked at him for all he could do was beg me to please not do anymo
re!

  “You are gorgeous just like that!” He commented, once again.

  I finally gave in to his request to just stop, as I stood, he took me in his arms and he kissed me for the very first time. I knew immediately this kiss, I would never forget for the rest of my life, no matter how many other men I kissed, Connery’s kiss would forever be burned into my memory.

  My eyes closed as his embrace surrounded me. I felt strangely safe, secure, and alive as our lips touched. Connery’s kiss was soft, gentle, and sweet, his mouth was warm. It reminded me of a marshmallow, sweet and warm just as if it was beginning to melt over an open camp fire flame. No one except William, not even Rolando, had ever kissed me the way Connery was kissing me, something about such a soft wet kiss that made me always know that the man that could kiss like this was a man that I would want to be with.

  But Williams kisses, even though had given me thirty-nine years of pleasure had only given me grief and heartache in the end. I wanted to think that I never expected this to happen like it was, but I was pleased that it was. As I kissed Connery back I felt him swell with pleasure, his penis was large and erect, firm, ready for what we both knew was about to happen, the soft groans coming from his mouth told me he wanted more. I felt the urge to give in to his desires as I wanted more myself. I had only been with one man the entire month while I had been in Central America so my body was aching and in need of a man. Connery would be the one I would melt into. I felt it in my bones.