Goodbye To Tomorrow

by Theresa Hodge

  “Yes, yes and yes,” she exclaimed with excitement radiating from every word.

  "Well—these tickets in my hand...." I said, slowly waving the tickets across her face. "We are going hiking, skiing, horseback riding and running on our trip!" I finally blurted out as Gracen joyously raced towards me and leapt on me, her legs and hands wrapped around my waist and neck, screaming at the top of her lungs.

  I held her tightly, waiting for her to calm down.

  "That's not even the good part," I finally let out.

  "See these other tickets?" I inquired.

  She adjusted her neck backwards to get a view of what I was holding, hands and legs still wrapped around me.

  "We are going to be spending one week at the Marine Spa, so you can get to see and swim with the dolphins," I explained to her.

  Gracen’s excitement was too much to express in words or exclamations; she just stared deeply into my eyes and gave me a radiant smile of appreciation. I wanted to give Gracen the world because she had become my world.

  “Thank you, thank you Sweetheart,” she pressed her body tightly against me, as she soaked in the moment of her obvious joy. "I love you, I really do” she whispered softly into my ears.

  Neither of us said anything for a while...

  "Take me upstairs.” She broke the silence in low sexy murmurs, a tone I knew all too well.

  I obliged immediately, scooping her firmly in my arms. Her laughter filled my ears as I navigated up the stairs, being careful not to miss a step. It was lovely looking into her eyes…those eyes that captivated me from the very first day that I had seen them. I kicked the door open and saw that she had the bed neatly arranged; I chuckled at the pre-arranged room.

  The room smelled sweet; but I had no business with the bed tonight. I glared at the table at the far corner and led us both there. I kissed her with all the zest and passion that I could muster from within me. Her hands tore at my clothes; we were both naked in an instant. I smiled at her perfect body. Her hands were not done roaming over my frame...not just yet.

  She was running her fingers through my hair, pressing her body into mine, as I pulled her closer and closer. My hands roamed over her body, fondled her breasts, moved down to her buttocks. Stroked and caressed. My erection rose again, feeling the heat of her body, knowing she wanted me, as my excitement grew within seconds. “I want you, Babe,” I whispered as I nuzzled her neck.

  Lifting her up, I held her close to me as I walked towards the table. Laying her down, I pushed her down as my hand slid down her body. Planting her feet onto the table, I spread open her legs, exposing her most private parts. Unable to resist, my fingers began to explore the depths of her folds, stroking her lips before slipping in one, then two fingers. Juices flowed out of her as my eyes glanced at her swollen pussy. Putting my mouth to it, I sucked. I flicked a tongue over the now swollen and sensitive rosebud; she squirmed under my touch. I liked that; the more she squirmed the more I teased.

  The more she moaned the more I teased her with my mouth or fingers, exploring and pushing deeper inside. Liquid poured out. She pushed my head further into her ravenous vagina. Wrapping her taut legs around my head, I could only suck her. Crushing my face down against her mound as she continued to thrust into my face, she gave more and more of herself.

  I exposed her core, allowing me to peel the layers back. My cock was like granite as I plunged my tongue deep into her wet core, allowing me to fill myself with her...her scent and her juices. A fit of moans wracked her body, and she released her grip on me. Seizing upon the moment, I moved towards her face, covering it with wet kisses. She responded by wrapping her arms and legs around me. My cock slipped into her slippery wet pussy, making its way inside her… fitting snugly inside her warmth.

  My body responded with small thrusts, in and out, as we held on to each other in a tight embrace. My hard, muscular body pressed against her soft body, causing me to groan and pick up my pace. Gracen responded by arching her body and her pussy to meet me, grinding her hips against me as I thrust down. Excitement and desire continued to build, taking over my mind and body. Her fingernails dug into my back, allowing small electric charges to ripple through my body. My muscles tensed, my cock swelled and pulsed in excitement.

  “I am cumming,” I groaned as her core muscles contracted hard around my shaft, making me push harder inside, before allowing me to release into slickness.

  “Ahh, I am cumming too,” Gracen whimpered as her hips writhed beneath me. Her heated core convulsed and soaked my manhood with her feminine juice.

  ***

  When I got up from the king-sized bed centrally located in Gracen's classic and feminine bed room, it was 6:15 a.m. The room was dark as the only source of light came from the dimly lit nightlight shining from the open bathroom door. The perfumed scents of our lovemaking, emanating from the bed sheets, still filled the air.

  I carefully slipped out of the bed, trying not to awaken Gracen. I took a slow, meditative glance at her almost unclad body; partly covered by the thick blanket that had rolled off her while she slept.

  Thoughts of the previous evening breezed through my mind, invoking a soft wicked grin on my lips. I quietly tiptoed into the bathroom at the far corner of the room; occasionally turning backwards to be sure I had not awakened Gracen. I had a short hot shower and quietly stepped back into the room, tiptoeing to the bed side where I had flung my slacks the previous evening.

  Slowly and quietly, I picked them up and in one quick pull, I got into my pants. Buckling my belt, I turned around, scanning the room for my shirt. I jerked impulsively as a voice sounded from behind, startling me.

  "Is this what you are looking for?" Gracen inquired.

  I slowly turned back to face my fiancée.

  "Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, Sweetheart."

  Having made out what she had in her hand, I made my way around the bed to get my shirt.

  "Why are you leaving so early?" She said sleepily, with partially opened eyelids.

  "It's 6:35 a.m." I said, glancing at the Rolex on my wrist. "I've got to sort out a couple of things at the office before we leave tomorrow," I added.

  "We are leaving tomorrow? So fast?" She inquired lazily.

  "You didn’t hear a word of what I said yesterday?" I said with a smirk on my face as I shrugged into my shirt and started to button up.

  "You said so many things yesterday, Lover Boy."

  I buttoned the last button of my shirt.

  "I'm going to come pick you up tomorrow by 7:30 in the a.m. The flight is at 9:00 a.m." I gave her a quick kiss on her forehead and left to go finish making the needed preparations to woo the other half of my heart beat off her pretty little feet.

  Chapter 4

  Jiraiya

  The journey

  The trip to the John F. Kennedy International Airport the next day was fast and uneventful; my driver dropped us at the terminal after making a stop at Gracen's place to pick her up. The driver also helped with our luggage before he bid us goodbye.

  After going through a series of routine checkpoints, we boarded my company’s private jet. During the early part of the flight, we were engrossed in a series of engaging, fun and speculative discussions when, finally, Gracen fell asleep on my left shoulder. The rest of the journey was silent.

  Fond memories crossed my mind of all the good times we had spent together in just a few months. They were the best days of my life and I could only dream of waking up with Gracen by my side for the rest of my life.

  I slowly turned my neck sideways, trying not to wake her, and took a short thoughtful gaze at the beauty that rested beside me. She was all I wanted and needed.

  The sixteen-hour flight ended with our touch down at Bozeman Yellowstone international Airport at some minutes past one o’clock a.m. Gracen and I had slept and awakened more than twice on the plane. The announcement came on about the safe parking of the plane at its gate and the seat belt light turned green, signaling it was safe to move ab
out the cabin. Gracen and I got up from our seats to find the exit, stretching our bodies a couple of times before touching ground.

  We were exhausted and the only thing on our minds was to get a long-deserved sleep before starting our planned-out activities the next day. After getting our luggage, I brought out my phone and switched it on; it took a while for it to come up. When it finally did, I worked it to the roaming option. After a few taps and slides, I put my phone back in my pocket.

  "Now, we just have to wait," I said sleepily." How are you feeling?" I added, giving Gracen a quick facial study.

  "I am going to be okay after I've slept in an actual bed for at least ten hours, I didn’t know the trip would be this exhausting," she managed to say in between yawns. "How long do you think it's going to take the driver to get here?" She asked.

  "Well, it shouldn't be too long now," I said, unsure.

  We waited a few more minutes and soon were greeted by the sound of tires screeching as a vehicle made a slow stop in front of us. A young man exited from the driver's side. He was cloaked in a traditional chauffeur's attire.

  "Good day Sir. I'm here from the Moonlight Basin Lodge for Mr. Sampson and party," he said politely.

  "That would be us," I replied, reaching for our luggage at my feet.

  The driver customarily and politely reached for the luggage and helped me with it.

  "Let me put that in the trunk," he said, extending his hand.

  In a few minutes, we were on our way to the hotel. Although the trip to the hotel was fast, Gracen struggled to stay awake the whole time, yawning and blinking her eyes intermittently. She would finally have her wish as the driver pulled over at the parking lot of the hotel we were staying.

  "Thank God," she muttered as we got out of the vehicle.

  The driver was of immense help with our luggage and after a few rounds of routine passes; we were checked into our room.

  The clicking sound of the door as it closed was all she needed to hear after I had thanked and heavily tipped the elderly man who had helped with our luggage. Gracen, fully dressed, dove into the gigantic bed; both she and I could barely keep our eyes open. I joined her on the bed after helping her get her shoes off and switching off the lights.

  "Good night, Babe," I whispered as I lay closely by her side.

  Low grunting noise and sniffles was the only response I got. I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes in the dimmed atmosphere in the room.

  *****

  Our executive deluxe suite slowly brightened; the rays of the sun found their way into the colorful room through the partly open curtains.

  Gracen was cuddled up tightly against my body; it didn't look like we were going to start our day anytime soon. A soft knock sounded on the wooden door—it only made her roll slightly on the gigantic bed. Then it sounded again, with her eyes still closed and doing some soft snorts, Gracen uttered incoherently in a sleepy voice.

  "Honey, I think someone is at the door."

  “Okay" I grumbled still lying there. There was silence; I could hear the deep breathing noise coming from her nostrils.

  The soft knock sounded again.

  Gracen managed to grumble again, "I think someone is at the door" she repeated with her face buried in the sheets. She shook me vigorously this time around, bringing me back to a semi-conscious state.

  "Someone is at the door; go check who it is." She said, burying her head further into the pillows.

  I slowly and reluctantly stood up and staggered towards the door, counting my steps to wake me up.

  "Who is it?" I said with an amount of sullenness in my voice as I tried to fight the sleep in my eyes.

  "Room service, Sir," the voice inaudibly came from the other side, being padded by the thick wooden door.

  The unlocking sound of the door lock came, and in one lazy pull, the door opened.

  "Good morning, Sir, I am very sorry to have disturbed your sleep. I came to get your order for breakfast, Sir." The server said with a mild accent, stretching out his hand to offer me a menu.

  I grabbed the list with my right hand and brushed my sleepy eyes slowly, with my left, before scanning through the list.

  "We will have the continental breakfast," I informed him finally, handing over the menu to the young man.

  "Thank you, Sir," he replied as he started to walk away.

  I shut the door and sluggishly walked back to the bed.

  "Room service wanted to know what we wanted for breakfast." I whispered into her ear before falling back to sleep.

  About an hour later, two young beautiful ladies in server uniforms brought in our meal. Lazily, we got out of bed, having been interrupted for the second time that morning. Gracen and I took turns in having our bath to freshen up. The day began slowly; we were in no hurry to start up our fun trip due the previous day's exhaustion.

  We ate our breakfast together. We chit chatted about how we would set out to get a feel for this part of the world. We unpacked and had a quick little nap. Evening came quickly. Dressing casually, stepped out for the first time since we arrived at the hotel. First thing that caught our attention was how busy it was outside; there were lots of guests around at different sections of the buildings, most of whom took pictures of the different wonders of the 5-star hotel nestled near the ski slope. We marveled at the number of people and how quiet it seemed from inside our room.

  Gracen had her camera hung around her neck but she was more interested in watching than in snapping pictures. I could see the excitement on her face as we walked passed different attractions.

  “It’s beautiful here; I can now see why a lot of people come to these mountains." Gracen said aloud.

  “I agree,” I replied as we arrived in the large lobby that led outside. We were greeted by an opulence of creativity in arts and technology. The scenery was an interesting blend of both past and present; a gentle passageway between tradition and the present.

  In a matter of minutes, Gracen was focusing and clicking her camera in an uncontrollable impulse to preserve precious memories of our excursion. The views were amazing to say the least, with top-notch and state-of-the-art facilities, specially designed to leave indelible prints in the memories of whoever visited.

  We soon found an instructor who doubled as a guide. He gave us an extensive tour of some of the mountain slopes as well as a breakdown of Big Sky mountain history. Gracen snapped away.

  After two hours playing tourist, we decided it was time to retire to our rooms for the evening. We generously tipped our elderly tour guide, who told us about tomorrow’s games. He suggested that we join in; that night we ordered room service because we were both too exhausted to do anything else.

  *****

  The next day was Saturday and we headed off to the games. They were being held in an indoor arena where the noise level was high due to the large crowd; all dressed in sportswear fit for the occasion.

  Gracen and I joined the crowd at the indoor arena. The master of ceremonies was already speaking into a wired microphone from an upper level booth.

  "Like I said, Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to our games and get-together events organized by the Hotel’s crew.”

  “We are going to kick-start the events with a quick jog around the three-mile track from this end to that end and back,” he announced, gesturing with his hands

  "Warm up people! Warm up!" His voice bounced around the arena as he did his best to cajole people.

  The visibly excited crowd in our section began to jog, some lazily, others excitedly. Soon after, we were back to the initial spot panting for breath, amidst loud music blasting from the speakers.

  "Don't worry; there is enough Boost and glucose to go around," The MC teased as the crowd gathered once more.

  "It looks like some of you may need it," he hinted as he burst into a round of laughter. Some of the runners joined in on the good-natured jesting.

  "As you can see people, there is a marked-out session for the events; please do not cross the l
ine," the announcer cautioned.

  "There will be a volleyball match, indoor soccer and lots of other exciting games. We are going to start off with a couple sprints. Volunteers please!" He screamed at the top of his voice into the microphone, trying to transfer his excitement across to the competitors.

  Soon, couples who were interested in the sprint began to gather. I looked at Gracen with a stare that suggested Do you want to give it a try? She nodded her head vigorously signaling she was more than willing.

  We signaled our interest and took a name tag from one of the protocol team members on the sidelines. A few other couples signaled their interest and also got tags. Soon, the event kick-started; the ladies were to go first. I reached for Gracen, wrapped my arms around her and held on to her waist from behind, before walking with her to the marked line.

  She twisted and stretched while looking at me, a wicked smile playing on her face. She couldn't believe how she had let herself get so excited about a race that wasn’t attached to any kind of celebrity status.

  "I will kill you for this," she said with a smirk and gave me a quick kiss.

  "But you wanted to race for the sheer fun of it," I burst out in a teasing laugh, spreading my palms up in the air.

  "Ladies...are you ready?" The voice of the MC blasted from the speaker.

  Gracen gave me one last embarrassed stare before heading to the starting line.

  "We are going to shake things up a bit. Spouses or significant others of these beautiful ladies over here—kindly go and stand behind your lady; for the glory or the shame!" The MC yelled, invoking gales of laughter from the crowd.

  Each of the men, including me, took our places. Gracen turned, once again, to catch my gaze. She had a big grin on her lovely face. The blast of the whistle split the air as the ladies sped off amidst loud chants of cheers and laughter.

  What was expected to be a comic race didn't disappoint; names of each of the ladies were yelled out from behind us as men cheered their women. As the race came to an end, the cheering rose to an even higher pitch as the first lady crossed the finishing line. The MC's voice was heard over the speaker.