“Wow, this place is beautiful,” Angela commented, watching the fire burning in the fireplace.
“It is. There’s a stone terrace outside with seating and a garden. Hence the name,” I told her. “It’s really pretty out there. I’ll bring you back when the weather warms up.”
“Sounds lovely,” Angela said, her cheeks pinking just slightly.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked her when the waiter returned.
“I’d love a glass of Chardonnay,” Angela said.
I ordered a glass of wine for Angela and a bottled beer for myself.
Angela asked me what I suggested she order, and I told her I was going to get a steak with a side of sausage ravioli and a salad. I was hungry and had a thing for steak and sausage. Plus, I loved their homemade pasta.
“Homemade pasta sounds good,” Angela commented as she looked over the menu. She decided on the baked cod with a side of mushroom ravioli in a white wine sauce with a side salad.
“That’s all you want to order?” I asked her. “How about an appetizer?”
“Sure,” she said. “How about the shrimp cocktail? I’m in the mood for seafood tonight, I guess.”
“I’m not picky,” I told her, ordering for both of us.
Our appetizer arrived with bread, and we dug in. I peeled a shrimp and reached over to pop it into Angela’s mouth. When she opened her red lips to accept my offering, the fantasy I had of her the other night in the shower popped into my head. I instantly got hard remembering it. I saw her naked again, standing before me.
Not now, I thought, embarrassed. I put my cloth napkin over my lap to hide my boner, even though nobody would notice it in the dim lighting of the room.
Our salads came, and I decided to concentrate on eating mine while Angela told me about how she and the boys developed their first photos earlier in our new darkroom.
“I’ll have to join you in there sometime,” I said. “I’m curious about how that works.”
“Anytime,” Angela answered. She smiled, and the expression reached her aquamarine eyes.
My cock hardened further. I looked away and drank my beer, smiling to myself.
The food was tasty, and the conversation was even better. I felt completely at ease with Angela; any nerves I originally had earlier today subsided. She was so easy to get along with.
“Tell me something about yourself,” I asked Angela. “I know you like to teach children. I can see that by the way you are with the boys. What else do you like to do?”
“Mmmm,” she said, thinking. “I like to do yoga, though I haven't since I’ve moved here. I like to take long walks and to read and write. I started writing a novel some time ago. I like old movies, classic love stories mostly. I like wine,” she added, grinning.
“A novel, huh?” I asked. “What’s it about?”
“It’s a romance. I’m a die-hard romance fan,” she confessed, looking the slightest bit embarrassed. “I’m still figuring out the storyline, so I’ll tell you about it after I do. What about you? What do you like to do?”
“Well, let’s see. There’s fishing, skiing, figure skating—”
She almost spit out her wine at that. “Figure skating?” she asked me, giggling. “No offense, but I’m having a hard time imagining that.”
“I’m just kidding. I have ice skated before, though. I take the kids to the local pond in the winter. The town decorates it for Christmas and has a holiday festival every year.”
“That sounds like so much fun,” she said, glowing.
“You can come with us next Christmas,” I invited her, and she beamed at me. The thought of her still being a part of my life that many months later made my heart swell.
“I love Christmas,” she said, a dreamy look on her heart-shaped face.
“Christmas is one of our favorite times of the year,” I said. Talking about Christmas brought back memories of Sam and the kids. I swallowed hard and sipped on my beer, hoping Angela didn’t notice. Her expression told me otherwise.
“Tell me something that I don’t know about you.” She changed the subject, a kindness.
Drinking my beer, I said, “I brew my own beer and bottle it. We have a small lounge in the dining room, and another one in the ski lodge, and I sell it as a specialty brew.”
“I didn’t know the resort had two lounges,” she stated.
“Yeah, we hire bartenders, or Harley or Dax bartend during peak seasons and events. In fact, we have a wedding booked for next month. That was what one of my meetings was about today.”
“A wedding sounds lovely. And I’d love to try one of your beers sometime,” she said. “I bet it’s good.”
“It is. I brew different kinds depending on the season,” I told her. “I got a summer brew going right now that I hope will be bottled for the wedding.”
The waiter appeared to clear our plates, and I noticed that Angela’s wine glass was empty, so I took the liberty of ordering her another.
We sat and talked for another hour, drinking one more drink each. I didn’t want the night to end. I was enjoying this time with this beautiful woman, but at ten o’clock, the waiter was ready to close the dining room.
“Guess it’s time to get out of these peoples’ way,” I suggested. “You ready to go?”
“Yes, I’m ready,” she answered.
I took her hand and led her to the jeep. It felt good to walk hand in hand with Angela. She walked close to me so that I could feel the warmth of her body. With her free hand, she held my bicep as we walked. Her touch was magnetic.
When we got to the jeep, she turned and looked up at me. Our eyes met, and I clutched her waist and pulled her close to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and we stood holding each other for a moment. She put her head against my chest, and I rested my chin against her soft hair. I breathed in her flowery scent.
“Thanks for dinner,” she murmured. “I had a great time.”
“Me too,” I told her. I let her go and moved to open the car door for her.
Why didn’t I kiss her? I wanted to kick myself for not taking my chance.
She climbed in and smiled at me. I smiled back and quietly closed the door. I drove back to Angela’s house and parked in front of her front walkway. I got out and opened the car door for her. She turned to face me and, to my surprise, asked if I would like to come inside for a nightcap.
“I don’t have any beer,” she informed me. “But I have a good bottle of wine.”
“I’d love to come inside for a bit.”
I followed Angela to her front door. When we reached it, I noticed that she deliberately looked up and down the street. I followed her gaze and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
“Quiet street,” I remarked.
“Yeah,” she agreed and opened the door.
Once inside, she poured us two glasses of wine, and we sat on her couch to talk.
“Mind if I take off this jacket?” I asked, chuckling. “I’m not really a suit guy.”
“Sure, go ahead,” she answered, undoing the leather straps on her shoes. She kicked them off as I shrugged out of my jacket. Then she tossed her shawl aside. Her skin was tanned and smooth, and I put my arm around her shoulders. Angela snuggled closer to me.
We sipped our wine and talked. When we finished the glass, Angela asked if I wanted another one.
“No, I better not,” I told her. “I have to drive home.”
She put our empty glasses on the coffee table and leaned back into me. She placed her hand on my midsection, and I felt her fingertips lightly outline the muscles of my abs through my silk shirt.
I wasn’t letting my chance slip away. I placed my fingers under her chin and moved her head up so I could peer into her eyes. Her look said it all, and I moved closer to touch my lips to hers. When our lips met for the first time, it felt as if a bolt of electricity surged through my body. My dick hardened immediately, and I gasped for breath.
I hadn’t felt those feelings since Sam, but it felt good to exper
ience them again.
Our lips lingered, touching softly for several seconds. My body trembled, and I couldn’t take the anticipation anymore.
I pressed my lips hard against Angela’s, and she responded by pushing back. We kissed passionately for several minutes. I let my tongue slide over her bottom lip, taking it into my mouth. I sucked, tasting the sweet wine that lingered there. She moaned and opened her mouth slightly to allow my tongue inside. I found her tongue with mine and encircled it.
I felt Angela move her hand up my abdomen to my pec muscles, trailing lightly over the fabric with her fingertips. She began to unbutton my shirt. I moaned as I moved my hand from her waist down to her thighs, slipping it under her dress to caress her soft flesh.
I kissed her harder as she unbuttoned my shirt and slid her hand underneath the silk to feel my bare chest. Her hand moved over my chiseled abs to my belly button, then to my belt buckle. She began to unbuckle it, and I groaned in the excitement of what was about to happen.
To my delight, she didn’t make me wait as her hand snuck into my pants and found my hard cock. She pulled my dick out of my pants, made a fist around it with her petite hand, and squeezed. Before I knew what was happening, she was pumping my thick member, making it longer and harder with each tug.
Her mouth left mine, and she leaned in to kiss my chest. She left a trail of kisses down my pecs, over my abdomen, and lower. Her mouth lingered over my cock’s head as she teased it with her tongue.
Looking down at her, I was shocked at her aggressiveness. But I loved it. She looked up at me before taking me fully into her mouth. I leaned my head back and groaned in delight as she slid her red lips over my hardness, taking my shaft into her mouth. She moved her soft lips up and down my cock, sucking hard.
I groaned.
It had been years since a woman had done this to me, and I was too excited too fast. A warmth began to grow in my groin quickly. Not wanting to come yet, I reached and carefully moved Angela’s mouth from my cock. I picked her up by the waist and pulled her into a sitting position on my lap. Her legs straddled my waist, and her white dress draped over my thighs.
I wanted to see her naked. Looking into her eyes, I watched as she licked her lips. I swear, my cock grew even harder. I moved my hands up under her skirt and pushed her dress over her body. As I pushed it up, she lifted her arms so I could slide it over her head.
Tossing it aside, Angela sat on my lap wearing only a white lace bra and matching thong. My cock throbbed against her mound. I moved my hands up to massage her round breasts, and I felt her nipples harden under the fabric. She moaned and moved her hands behind her back to unclasp it. She let the bra drop from her body. Her tits sprang out, pink nipples hard and erect.
I gasped.
I moved my hands over her naked breasts and massaged them. She leaned in closer so I could put my lips around her nipples and suck. She whimpered in delight and wiggled her groin over my mine.
Angela pulled my shirt off and ran her hands over my biceps as I continued to suck on her perfect breasts and erect nipples. I wanted to feel her wetness.
I dropped my hand to her panties and moved them aside, revealing her wet pussy. My hand found her naked mound, and I pushed two fingers into her moistness. She wiggled her bottom over my fingers, and my thumb found her clit.
“Oh Brad,” she whined as I thumbed her clit. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. “Fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me,” she breathed.
I pulled out my fingers and lifted her by the ass. As she held her thong aside, I pushed her down over my hard cock. I cried out in ecstasy as my dick slid deep inside her for the first time.
“You are so tight,” I moaned as she slowly pushed down on my cock, forcing it into her pulsating pussy. Once I was fully inside her, she moved slowly up and down my long shaft.
I groaned as I pushed my hips up, feeling deep inside her when she came back down on it. We both were breathing hard from the intense pleasure.
We rocked together as one, reveling in the feel of each other.
I picked Angela up by the waist and slid her off my cock. I placed her on her feet, stood up, and lifted her again to carry her to the dining room table. I laid her on top of it. I wiggled out of my shoes and pants and pulled her ass close to the edge. I grabbed her thong and ripped it down her long legs. She opened wide, and I rammed my extended cock into her waiting pussy.
“Brad, fuck me harder,” Angela yelled.
I thrust my cock into her wet, tight pussy hard. I pushed deeper and harder with each pump. I watched her tits bounce with each thrust and moved my hand to her flat belly to massage a breast. It was soft and plump as it jiggled under my hand. She groaned as I squeezed her nipple between my fingers.
I fucked her hard, driving my cock into her pussy over and over.
Angela arched her ass up toward me, and I could feel her juices coating me and dripping. She was breathing hard, and I knew she was getting close to coming.
“I want you to come with me,” I told her.
“I’m going to come,” she groaned.
I picked her ass up from the table and pushed my cock deep inside her. I let go as she did, a fast surge of orgasm flooding my groin and taking over my body. I pushed into her wetness even harder as she ground her pussy against me, and I felt her insides convulse around my cock.
I pumped her body full of my seed, and Angela went limp against the table, breathing hard. I picked her up and hugged her slick body against my own, breathing hard myself. I kissed the top of her head and moved to kiss her lips.
I slid out of her soft pussy as we kissed. Then I picked her up and placed her feet on the floor. I didn’t want to let her go just yet, so I pulled her close to me again and reveled in the afterglow for just a bit longer.
Angela
Ask him inside, I told myself
Brad came around to open the passenger door, and I stepped out and faced him. I had to ask Brad to come inside for a nightcap. There was no way I was going to let this chance slip away. Who knew when I would get this chance again? At the resort, there was always someone around, and we would never have any alone time. It had to be now.
“Come inside for a nightcap?” I asked him. “I don’t have any beer, but I do have a bottle of good wine.”
Brad almost immediately said that he’d love to come inside for a bit.
We walked to the front door, and as I was turning the key, I remembered the black sedan with the tinted windows I’d seen twice now. Feeling a tinge of paranoia, I casually looked up and down the street. Apparently, I wasn’t casual enough, and Brad’s gaze followed mine. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, he only commented on how quiet the street was. Relieved that the black car wasn’t in sight, I agreed and let us inside.
I’m just being paranoid, I thought.
We went inside, and I poured two glasses of wine. We got comfortable and settled on the couch. The conversation was light, just as it had been all evening. It was getting easier and easier to be around Brad. He was more relaxed around me tonight as well.
We took the last sips of wine, and I placed the glasses on the coffee table. I leaned back and snuggled against Brad. I rested my head against his chest and placed my hand on his abs. His body was rock solid.
I heard his heart beating fast and wondered if he would make a move. To my surprise, he reached for my chin and raised my head so he could look into my eyes. His blue eyes peered deeply into my own, and I melted under his stare.
The sex was amazing, and afterward, he stood, holding me tightly against him. I put my arms around him and hugged him back. I never wanted this moment to end.
After a long minute, he told me he had to leave. “Cole is staying with the boys,” he told me. “I should get back to relieve him.”
“Okay,” I agreed. “I don’t want you to go, but I know you have to.”
Brad dressed, and I went to my room to grab a silk robe. I walked him to the door, and he leaned in to kiss me
once again.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he said, caressing my cheek.
“Yes, I’ll see you in the morning,” I answered, grinning at him like a schoolgirl.
He opened the front door and briskly walked to his jeep. As he pulled away, I saw the black sedan slowly come up the street and fall in behind Brad’s jeep. When Brad turned at the stop sign, so did the black car.
This put my nerves on edge. I had a feeling it was deliberately following Brad’s jeep.
I thought about calling Brad on his cell phone and warning him. Warn him about what, though? It could be nothing, and I’m reading too much into this. I don’t want Brad to know about my past. Not yet.
Trying to calm myself, I reasoned that John couldn’t find me. I’d been careful to leave no trails. It’s probably just a friend of someone who lived on this street.
Just then, my cell phone beeped, and I ran to check it. It was a text from Brad.
Brad: I had a wonderful time tonight. I hope you did too. Have a good night and see you tomorrow.
That put my mind at ease. I texted back
Me: I had a great time, as well. Be careful driving home. See you tomorrow!
Brad’s text put me into daydream mode as I got ready for bed. Soon, I forgot about the black car. Thinking about Brad, I drifted off into a deep sleep.
Brad
When I got home, I couldn’t stop thinking about Angela. I couldn’t believe what had happened between us, and I was excited to see where it would go.
I relieved Cole, who was half asleep from his babysitting duties. His German Shepard, Bella, had heard me drive up and was patiently waiting by the door. He was a well-trained dog and didn’t bark at people he knew. Besides asking how it went, he didn’t push for details. I was glad because I didn’t want to tell anyone just yet.
I fell into the most peaceful slumber I’d had in a long time and slept straight through until the morning. I woke up feeling energized and looking forward to seeing Angela. Unfortunately, I had another busy day scheduled. Because it was spring, we had a lot of events to plan with the busy season quickly approaching. It was my job to make sure everything was in order.
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