by Ellen Hutton
“Colorado… we are going to Breckinridge” I announced.
“Oh my God, that’s so great” she almost screams. “I am going to Aspen. I took a flight to Aspen but the weather forced a diversion to Denver and now I am stuck with no means of transport to get to Aspen on time” she ended with a wide smile.
“That’s so sad… but maybe it isn’t such a bad thing. Pardon me for being selfish, but seeing you here today has made my daughter very happy. It would be my pleasure to take you as close as we can to Aspen” I let out a chortle.
“I guess so… That would be wonderful. Thank you so much” she says as I lead her to the truck where she makes herself comfortable in the back seat.
Lillian was unapologetically crazed about the fact that she is travelling with NatashaHarwood. She talked so much more than I had seen her talk in a while. I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off her while I drove. My eyes continually latched at the mirror above my head just to catch her smile.
Things soon settled as Lillian became so tired of talking and all the happiness that she started to fall asleep again. I continued to cast intermittent glances at the woman seated at the back. Whenever she caught my eyes, I was quick to take them off and I started to feel like a High school student all over again. I couldn’t explain what was going on with me. It was unclear if I was fascinated by this woman because of her amazing looks or because she made my daughter so happy. But then, maybe it was because she reminded me so much of my wife. Those sapphire blue eyes that turned brighter when she smiled and her beautiful dimples that properly accentuated her face and gave her the look of a South American beauty queen.
I looked sideways at Lillian and caught her eyes on me. She probably had been watching me steal glances at NatashaHarwood. I couldn’t begin to understand what was going on in her mind
Chapter 3
After I dropped NatashaHarwood off, Lillian waved goodbye as we turned to go our way. Natasha was all smiles as she waved back.
“She’s pretty” Lilliansaid when Natasha’s image escaped from sight.
“What?” I asked, casting a sideward glance to look at my little ten-year-old.
“She’s pretty” She said again apathetically.
“Oh, yes, she is. Well, she is supposed to be… in her line of work” I remarked.
“Do you stare at all models like that?” She asked without looking at me. I turned to look at her abruptly.
“What?” I asked like I did not hear what she had said.
“You said she is supposed to be pretty because of her work. And you spent the whole time staring at her more than you looked at the road. Do you look at every model like that?” She said, still not looking at me.
“Do I look at every model like how?” I almost choked from my own chuckle.
Lillian made a face that seemed like she was looking into nothingness… that face that says that you adore whatever it is you are staring at, at that point. And then she opened her mouth in a mockery of a gawk.
“I did not do that, Lillian” I chortled as I watched my little daughter tease me.
“You were looking at her like this” She demonstrated another much weirder face with her mouth still wide open. And just then, Snowflake barked, almost as if he is in agreement with her.
“I can’t believe you two are ganging up on me right now” I laughed while I drove, making sure that I didn’t keep my face off the road for too long. It was not that much of a long drive from where we dropped Natasha to our home and I can already see home from afar.
“Look… we are here already” I said, pointing at the windscreen at the large expanse of land that led to the house that once belonged to my father before he died… the house I grew up in.
“Grand ma is standing there… look” Lillian pointed at the figure of a woman whom I immediately recognized as my mother.
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Lillian was having much more of a splendid time in Colorado than she had expected too have. Her grandmother had made sure of that. But she still wanted to go to see a dog race. I agreed to take her and my mother along. As the race progressed and came to a close, the women and Snowflake went out of sight to make Lillian’s hair. Surprisingly, I turned back and found none other than NatashaHarwood behind me. She had also come to see the race and we had met out of pure coincidence.
She was very happy to see me, but I was sure that I was the happier one. After she had said that she did not have enough time or the opportunity to say thank you to me the last time, she asked what she could do to make it up.
[How about you come over to visit Lillian and me for lunch? I am sure she would very much like that] I said. She nodded and said that it was a deal. Imagine my joy.
Immediately after Natasha left, I heard a bark behind me and I immediately recognized it to be Snowflake’s. I turned back and find Lillian and the dog walking up to me.
“Did you have a good time? Where’s grandma?” I asked, looking around for my mother. At her age, she still loved all the fun in the world, especially when it involves her granddaughter. They are almost inseparable when they are together. Although Lillian hated coming to Colorado to spend her holidays, she always felt better when she finally saw her grandmother. She spoils her too much.
“She’s talking with a friend… old people talk” Lillian said. She was standing right in front of me now and I took her hood down to look at her face very well. She was so beautiful; just like her mother. She had very striking resemblance.
“Are you too cold?” I asked.
“No, I’m good. Was that Natasha?” She asked, pointing in the direction that NatashaHarwood had walked towards.
“Uh, yes honey that was Natasha” was all I could say as I saw the look in my daughter’s eyes. I could not read it. And then she smiled.
“She’s pretty” She said before turning the opposite direction and gesturing for Snowflake to follow her.
Christ, my little daughter had grown so much. Or was I the one who is making my fascination with NatashaHarwood too obvious? “Come here, Lillian. What did I tell you about walking about on your own? You are not home you know?” I said, walking briskly to meet up with her. I am very protective when it comes to my little girl. She is my world right now and I cannot allow anything happen to her.
As I walked along the light inches of snow on the ground, I rubbed my gloves together and thoughts of tomorrow fill my head. I could see something in Natasha’s eyes. That same thing was there in Stacy’s eyes when I had the feeling that she was into me. I guess I now had a chance to test things with Natasha.
Chapter 4
Lunch with NatashaHarwood was awesome. Lillian was glad to have her over and talked like she would never see Natasha again so she needed to ask all her questions right there. But I knew better. I checked my watch, waiting for when my mother would arrive. We had started lunch without her. I wondered what was keeping her.
After lunch, I took the dishes to the kitchen. Natasha helped while I asked Lillian for some reason went into her room. I think she was trying to give me some space to talk with Natasha. That child was no longer a child after all. We spoke about many things and I told her about my family background. I told her about my father and my mother. I told her about how I did not really have much extended family, especially on my mother’s side. Mother had told us about her sister and they never really got along. It was so bad that I did not even know where her sister was, what of family she had, her husband or kids. Surely she would have adult kids right now. Natasha seemed to have that in common with me and it made us connect better. I only wished mother could be here to see her.
When I asked Natasha to take that special place in my heart, she kissed me without even saying any words. That was even better than the reply I had hoped for and the beginning of a new world of happiness for me.
Things continued to move incredibly between Natasha and me. I think even Lillian knew this. We went hiking together and even went to see a movie with Lillian. I wanted to take things to the next st
age with her so I invited her over.
In no time, Natasha was at the house and she was dressed in very thick clothing because of the cold. She took part of it off as she entered the warmth of the house. After we talked for a long time she asked for some wine. She had a freaky look in her eyes so I didn’t ask any questions… I just poured her some wine and she drank it all in one gulp. She said she did not want any second thoughts while she did what she had planned for me. I prayed in my mind that it was all what I wanted; and it seemed like my prayers were swiftly answered when she quickly leaned closer to me and planted a kiss on my lips. I needed no further invitation so I returned the kiss and we indulged in a round of passionate kissing while my hands found their way to the hem of her shirt. I lift it up while I explored her mouth with mine. She helped me ease it out of her by lifting her hands. I gladly let my hands work on her soft feminine endowments while soft moans escaped her lips. She was very excited and every delicate part of her body was all too proud to show this fact. I got undressed in record time and before you could say Philip, I was already on my favorite position on top the woman I now loved with all of my heart.
I kissed her lips, and traced it down her neck and rest on her chest. When I looked up at her, her eyes were closed. She was somewhere in a world of her own… a world of pleasure. My tongue found the amazing taste of her succulent mounds, and I sucked, interchanging, and using my free hand to squeeze the softest flesh I had held.
The other of my hand went down her belly…slowly and deeper down, under the elastic bands of her underwear. She moaned. Oh my, she was soaking my fingers with her nectar. I kissed her lips again, shutting her up as I positioned myself to thrust into her. She moaned loudly inside my mouth as she felt the strength of each thrust. She is amazing and sweet. Our bodies glued together like they were a perfect pair made from the same pod. And then we climaxed together. I stiffened as she convulsed her fluids in the passion of love.
After we were done, I prepared a light meal for the both of us. I knew that mother and Star were not coming back any time soon. We finished eating and she went into the kitchen to drop the plates. I was already dressed in jeans and a shirt while she just had a robe on… one of my mother’s. I silently want toward the kitchen and she turned back to find me smiling at her. Her robe was quite loose and I had been hard since we were eating.
I walked to her and ran my hands over her beautiful body… kissing her and watching her lift her head to the ceiling. She was a true woman and I wondered how such a woman was still single. My manhood was pushing hard at my jeans, fighting to get out. She returned my kiss as our lips met; holding me tightly like I would somehow disappear if she let me go for even a second. I let my hands go around her, and descend down to cup her soft bum that jiggle in my palms. Oh, the squeeze felt orgasmic.
I feel her hands on my jeans as she unbuckled the only button and let the pants fall to the floor. She smiled as she saw how much I was ready for her. Still standing, she ran her hands on my back as I tried to guide my raging tool into her. And she was eager and receptive as I slid delicately into her, forming a rhythm and listening to her soft moans in my ears. I heard her call my name in the softest tone I had heard her speak. She held me for support, and I held the kitchen sink to keep balance. We made love right there in the kitchen
Chapter 5
My love life with Natasha was the best thing that had happened to me after my daughter. We were everything to each other even if we had just known ourselves for a little while. I went to see her at her hotel in Aspen. She had come for a job and soon she had to go. I felt bad that she did not get to meet my mother. I really wanted the both of them to get to meet.
When she went back to her home to continue modeling, I knew that I had to act fast if I did not want to lose her. The perfect opportunity came when she informed me of a photoshoot and a fashion event that was taking place afterward. I told her that I would make it and I was indeed determined to.
One week later, I was in France, staring at the entrance to the event. She was inside, aware of my presence. I elegantly walked into the gigantic hall with the attached ballroom. We are greeted by colorful brightness from the paintings and decorations on the walls of the interior. Flickering lights from the rears of cameras brightened the hall even more as loud music blasted from invisible speakers intricately placed at different positions in the banquet hall.
Ladies, beautifully dressed in dazzling attires took their positions in front of the flickering lights of the numerous cameras across the floor as each photographer expertly worked their devices, swiftly changing positions and poses intermittently alongside their targets.
My gaze caught Natasha's at once as I smiled towards her direction, cutting her a few winks.
She returned my smiles with an excitement engraved facial expression, trying hard to hide her blush and concentrate on the camera as they kept shuttering and flashing.
I stood tall in my nicely cut to fit tailored suit revealing my nice body frame. With dark hair and blue eyes, I stood distinct for good reasons in the room, catching seductive glances and winks from various corners around the hall. I had not felt this way in a long time since Stacy was alive. I would have fitted nicely into the model studded crowd if they were male models.
In minutes, Natasha was standing enveloped in my arms, in her expensive dark flowing gown with shiny spots dazzling the entire length. I embraced her passionately and placed a gentle kiss against her red painted lips.
"I am glad to see you," she said with a warm smile, as she freed herself from my frame.
"Same here darling," I responded with a smirk and a wink, holding her by the waist as I led her to a vacant space free from the blinding lights emitting from the cameras.
"Gosh! These lights! How do you cope with them? Damn!" I said as we walked side by side.
"Well, I've gotten used to it over the years, you know?" She replied, her smile radiating the scenery as we walked.
"How was the photo shoot though?" I asked, having finally finding a secluded spot for us to speak privately.
"Very well as you can see," she quipped with a wide grin on her face, standing on one foot with arms wide open in a showing off manner.
I gave a quick chuckle scanning her from head to toe, which was Natasha's intent as she elaborately expressed herself.
"Nice dress, by the way," I complimented, with a teasing smile.
"I thought you wouldn't notice," she responded mockingly.
"Well..." I started to speak, drawing an inquisitive look on Natasha's face laden with an adorable smile. My God, she was truly beautiful.
She swung peered into my eye in an eagerly inquiring manner as I built the suspense in the air.
"Can you talk already?" Natasha said impatiently, albeit, with a stroke of excitement.
The air around Natasha went still momentarily from anxiety as she looked intently into my eyes, still maintaining her smile.
"I am getting married..." I said finally with a straight face.
Another round of stillness ensued around us both as neither of us spoke for a while. I held my laughter in check from the look on her face.
The smile on Natasha's face slowly disappeared, leaving a bewildering expression engraved on her features.
"Okay...?" She said finally, trying to maintain her cool. But I could see the confused look radiating in her eyes.
"I'm sorry Natasha... I've been looking for ways to let you know... I mean to ask you... What I'm trying to say is; will you marry me, Natasha? Will you spend the rest of your life with me?" I said as I dropped down to one knee in front of her.
"Jesus!" She gasped and uttered in utter shock and amazement. Her expression again slowly changed from shocking bewilderment to relief and then to joy as a soft smile started to appear on her pink face.
She let out a flow of air from her mouth.
"I think I'm going to need a drink.," she said as she started to step backwards.
A few steps backwards revealed he
r beauty to the colorful lights once again; indeed, she was such a beauty to behold. Her skin glowed from the reflection of the lights on her body coming from various corners. She had the type of figure any man would kill for; standing at a height of five feet and nine inches, with accentuated curves like that of a princess. She had skin that glowed like glass dipped in sweet vanilla, she was blessed with the kind of body many ladies would kill to have. With a body like hers, it wasn't surprising Natasha stood out this much.
Chapter 6
I slowly leapt to my feet and took a few steps in her direction, pulling her back into my arms passionately.
"Yes, I will! I will marry you, Philip," she exclaimed with tears in her eyes. My heart was in utter excitement and amidst our joyous laughter; my arms enveloped her for the second time.
The attention in the room started to shift towards our direction.
I picked her up and swirled her around because she had just made me the happiest man in the world. I sat her on her feet and embraced her once more invoking another round of wild laughter.
"I will!" She exclaimed again.
"Say? You will do what?"
"I will marry you!"
Excitement filled the hall at once as everyone turned towards our direction bringing their hands together in rounds of applause, letting out screams of joy and excitement.