I received your email reply and was thrilled about our forth coming meeting. It was roughly about a year since our holiday romance and I couldn’t wait to see you again. Our Greek Islands Odyssey had now faded to a distance memory for me and I wondered if I would still feel the same after all this time. I would find out pretty soon. I had arranged a weekend break for us in a beautiful part of the country.
The three hundred mile distance separating us was proving too great and I must admit I did have a few doubts about our future together. We had got on so well and certainly from my point of view, we seemed to be the perfect couple. But, I wanted to move on and this really was make or break time. There was a fair bit of pressure on and I have to say I did have a few butterflies in my tummy.
Later that same week I made my way to out arranged meeting point in my little sports convertible and parked up at the NCP. My pride and joy should be okay here, after-all they were charging me an arm and a leg. I bought myself a coffee in the small café opposite and waited for you to arrive. I crossed my legs and sipped my hot steaming drink. Waiting patiently on my prize.
It wasn’t very long, five minutes perhaps until I saw your familiar form cross the road toward the small café. You looked good, the name James Bond sprang to mind. You somehow looked different, but mostly as I remembered you. My all action hero. You kissed me on the lips and gave me a warm hug. Your bright cheery smile still the very same. Within a few minutes we were off to find your car in the over congested NCP.
Your relaxed fashion was still the same, as you calmly negotiated the morning traffic. A few minutes took us onto the motorway. I leant back and left you to the long drive north. We were still easy in each others company as you brushed my thigh on the gear shift. I saw you smile in my peripheral vision, and a flicker of amusement passed through me. Perhaps this could be fun after-all.
You looked good in your Levis and your usual brand of after-shave still got me the very same way. I tingle of desire passed through me in a small wave. You made some small talk on the way and I must admit I let you do most of it. The journey was enjoyable as the spectacular countryside swept past. You gazed at me occasionally and I tried to read your thoughts. You gave a few glances towards my ample cleavage as we talked and I couldn’t help but smile, you hadn’t changed at all.
I must have dosed off as I heard you calling my name. “Kate, … we’ve arrived.”
“Crikey, … already.” I said with a weary yawn. “I must have fallen asleep.”
“Yeah, for a full hour and a half.” You said with a cheeky grin.
Our woodland chalet looked fab, and booked in as Mr & Mrs Smith, a bit old fashioned to think that way, but it spared me some embarrassment, being well brought up and all that. Mmm, … Mr & Mrs Smith for this weekend, I chuckled at the very thought. I followed your confident stride as you carried our bags into the woody domain. You said the view was amazing with it’s rolling hills and watery glens.
You produced a bottle of 10 year old Mccallan from your bag and poured two generous measures as you brushed my right hand. Not your usual tipple I said. No, you’d developed a taste for my favourite brand. I kind of liked the old Bushmills, but perhaps some other time. Some Dutch courage I thought and swallowed it in two or three gulps. It stung my throat and you patted my back. A shiver ran down me at your very touch and with a kiss you cupped my beautiful firm ass.
Thank God that was over our very first clinch, I looked up to face you, your green eyes searched mine. And I suppose I must have approved your advances as we fell into a beautiful and sultry dance. I watched transfixed as you removed my clothes. Your eyes keeping contact with mine. You kissed and nuzzled my neck, you had remembered I love this and lowered your hand as you went.