Sultry Summer Episode Two

Sultry Summer

by Cathy Brockman

Chapter 2 

The night wore on and the girls had plenty of admirers to dance with and buy them drinks. Summer spent a lot of time with Wayne. Bonita hooked up with a geeky, but handsome, man named Bob. When the bar closed they all went to the local hotcake house and got coffee and breakfast.

Summer exchanged numbers with Wayne and Bonita exchanged with Bob. Both Summer and Bonita were very drunk and crashed soon after getting back to Summer’s place.

Monday afternoon Bonita called Summer from work, sounding like she is in tears.

“Can you meet me for lunch?” Summer asked, as she checks her appointment book to make sure what time she can leave.

“No, I don’t get off work till five, I am on my break now. I just had to call you. What do I do now?” Bonita's panicked voice worried Summer.

“How about I pick you up for dinner? Then we can go have some mall therapy, maybe even a drink if you need one. We will work this out, don’t you worry about it.”

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After work, Summer picked up Bonita and they go to the Silver Saddle for a burger and drink.

“I can’t believe he had the gall to serve you papers at work. I thought he was going to be civil about this.” Summer shakes her head sending her long, blonde ponytail snapping like a whip.

“I know! We talked last week and had agreed to go together to see an attorney. Evidently Little Miss Fashion-doll-wannabe, he is seeing, didn’t like that idea.” Bonita taps the table nervously.

“How about we eat, talk about something else, have a drink, then go to the mall and shop for new outfits for next weekend? Then afterward we will stop at the ice cream shop and talk about it, if you want to.” Summer reaches over and lays her hand on top of Bonita’s.

One drink turns into a couple, and both girls are feeling pretty good by the time they head to the mall.

“Ooooh! Look at this snake-skin print dress. Isn’t it to die for?” Summer’s face lights up in excitement as she holds up her latest find.

“I have to say it is you. What do you think about this?” Bonita holds up a pair of jeans and a cute fitted T.

“No. That’s the old you! Time for a new you. Here try this.” Summer hands Bonita a short, but simple, denim dress.

Bonita eyes it over skeptically.

“Oh come on. Try it on! “Summer takes Bonita by the arm and leads her to the dressing rooms.

The store isn’t crowded on a Monday evening, and they have the entire dressing room area to themselves; Summer pulls Bonita into a larger one with her.

“This way we don’t have to keep parading out into the store to see how the other one looks” Summer says, as her friend looks at her with a puzzled look on her face.

“Good idea. I hate going in and out of the dressing rooms when I am trying stuff on.” Bonita says as she tosses her hand bag on the bench by Summer’s.

“Damn you’re so hot!” Bonita blushes as she realizes she said this out loud.

“Do you really think I am hot?” Summer looks up into Bonita’s appraising face.

“Summer how can you not possibly know everyone thinks you’re hot. Look at you! Blonde hair, blue eyes, curves in all the right places. I would kill to have your body.”

Summer stands there a few moments, in her silky white panties and matching lace bra that shoves the biggest part of her small, but firm, round breasts up and out to be admired by all.

“I don’t have near the body you have Nita,” she says eyeing her friend’s fuller breasts, heat filling her eyes.

“Come on Summer. You know I am way too much over-weight. Even my doctor calls me obese.”

“I think you’re beautiful, Nita.”

The words barely escape Summer’s mouth, when Bonita pushes her back into the wall, pressing her mouth softly over her best friend’s lips. Summer lets out a small gasp but quickly responds hungrily, deepening the kiss.

“Damn! Sorry Summer. I don’t know what came over me. I think it was the alcohol. I hope you’re not mad at me.” Bonita gazes at Summer.

“Why would I be mad? I kissed you back. But we better get these clothes tried on before we get into real trouble,” Summer said in a husky voice.

“Mm you look really good in that dress Nita, you should show off your legs more. Bob will not be able to keep his hands off you Friday. Do you two have plans?” Summer’s voice held a hint of jealousy.

“No, I did tell him that you and I may be at the Saddle this weekend if you didn’t have other plans. I’m not comfortable going on an actual date yet. After all, I am still married.” Bonita unzips the dress, slips it off and puts her jeans back on.

“Well, Don didn’t waste any time, but I do understand. Let’s plan on going out again this weekend. How does this look?” She says as she turns and poses in the snake-skin dress.

“Fabulous. It’s definitely you. Don’t you and Wayne have a date for this weekend? He is one sexy hunk of man.”

“Yeah he is pretty hot and nice too. We have talked quite a bit on the phone. We are not going out until Saturday. Friday you and I can go out and celebrate your divorce. Let’s go get some shoes and make up to go with our new dresses.” Summer picks up both dresses as they head out of the dressing room.

“I don’t think I can afford this dress and shoes. I’m not sure what this darn divorce will cost since I hadn’t planned on getting a lawyer.” Bonita starts to hang the dress back on the rack.

“This is on me, you looked smoking in it. I have a friend that’s a good divorce attorney; I bet I can get him to handle your case pro-bono.” Summer winked at her friend. 

“I don’t know Summer. I think it’s gonna be a fight. In the papers he served it says we should sell the house since Allie is going to college. He will pay for her dorm or apartment. I don’t even get child support. Can you believe that?”

“So the cheating ass isn’t going to pay child support?”

“No he says that Allie is 18 and not going to be living at home. That he will pay her tuition that isn’t covered in grants or scholarships and her dorm or apartment fees and give her a weekly allowance as long as she stays in school and maintains a passing grade; that we should sell the house and split it.” Bonnie wipes a tear that is trying to escape her eye.

“I hate to say this, but that doesn’t sound like a bad deal. We will let my friend look it over though before you make a decision.” Summer holds a pair of black shoes up to the dress.

“You have a pair almost like those. What about this pair.” Bonita holds up a pair of cream wedges with a thick belt-like strap around the ankles. “But where would I live? I don’t make enough to buy a house or anything like that. I only work part-time and am not sure I can get more hours or a better job at my age.”

“Perfect. I love this pair!” She turns to her friend putting both hands on Bonita’s face.

“Move in with me,” she whispers into her friend’s lips for another passionate kiss.

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Butterfly Kisses-Finale

Butterfly Kisses: Finale

By

 Cathy Brockman

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Party night got here much faster than I would have liked. I wish I had more time to get to know the imp whose name by the way is Ivan. Obediah has avoided me like the plaque. Oh well I guess if he is happy being a drone to the queen when he could be my prince then more power to him. I don’t need a man than doesn’t want to be with me.

I really don’t want to just pick a man like I’m shopping for clothes. It just doesn't feel right, but mom isn’t giving me the time to go traditional and fall in love. I told her I would choose a mate tonight, I never said anything about setting a wedding date. Perhaps I can buy some time and get to know this prospective mate. If things don’t work out mom can always throw another party for me to choose again. She loves throwing parties.

As usual mom went all out and the party was spectacular. There were fairy lights everywhere twinkling in the dark like millions of tiny stars. Being out in the courtyard garden there wasn't a need for a lot of decoration since the garden was beautiful enough with all the fragrant blooms and the fountains flowing. There were several large buffet tables set up with a variety of foods for all tastes. There were vegan tables, vegetarian tables and a table with meats and cheeses for the carnivores. Something for everyone.

It seems as if everyone in Fae has come to the festivities. Not only was there a smorgasbord of food and drink but a smorgasbord of men. And that one was meant especially for me. I guess the other ladies of Fae were waiting in the sidelines to choose from the leftovers. The funny thing was I still didn't want to choose. I would rather fate choose for me but I guess that wasn't going to happen.

Since Obediah made it perfectly clear he had no interest in being one of the chosen, I narrowed my sights down to Draecon the dragonfly prince and possibly Faelord the firefly prince for the first part of the evening. It didn't take long for me to realize there was no way in Fae I could live with Faelord. The man was just way too flamboyant for me. I finally got away from  him.

Draecon bored me to sleep with all his tales of battles and the like. I just don’t see me in his dark kingdom watching him practice sword fighting and all his jujitsu, boxing and gladiator games. I’m not the violent type or the outdoorsy active type either.

I’m more creative and colorful and nature friendly. I like sunning in the sand, and have recently discovered I like fishing. Well I don’t like to fish. But I enjoyed watching a certain sexy Imp fish and tell me stories of hiking in the woods, bird watching and life in the woods. An Imp that didn't show up, which is probably good.

 If I was to choose an Imp my mom would split a wing. But she never said I had to choose an insect Faery, her words and I quote were ‘LaRae, it’s time you choose a mate, this weekend at the end of the ball you will give me your choice from the suitors in attendance, and I will make the announcement.’ Nowhere did she specify species.

I had hoped that Ivan would show bu, no such luck. I had not figured as much since he let me know he wasn't a party type person nor did he like crowds or big fancy galas. I didn't tell him about the big reason mom was throwing the party. Mainly I didn't want him to know that I was choosing a man like most people choose food or clothing, second I didn't want to think that the only reason he came was a chance to marry into the royal family. If he came it was to spend time with me, to meet my family and friends and no other agenda. I didn't figure in just a few days he would be interested in me enough to come meet my family since he told me he was too shy and just didn't do crowds.

The night was half over and I had no clue as to what to do. I felt like just running away. I was avoiding mom all I could. I slipped off to the back of the garden to a big patch of toadstools near a small cascading fountain. There sitting on a toadstool skipping pebbles in the small stream was Ivan.

My heart skipped a beat. He came. Even though he made it clear he even had panic attacks around a lot of people, here he is. Does that mean he likes me? I take a deep breath.

“Hi Imp.”

His eyes light up as he takes in my long, flowing, fuchsia dress that has a seashell bodice. His broad smile sends goose bumps all over me. What is it about this man that just revs my engines?

“G’d  Evnin’ Faery. You look lovely.” He grins impishly as his eyes rake over my body, he folds his large hands across his lap but I already noticed what he was trying to hide.

But does he just lust after me or does he like me? Will he run like a rabbit when I tell him the real reason for the party and that he is at the top of my list?

“Ivan I need to ask you a couple questions”

“Okay.” He goes back to tossing pebbles.

“Why did you come here tonight?”

“You invited me.” Plop, plop, goes the pebbles.

“You said you probably wouldn't come that you don’t like crowds or parties.”

He turns to look at me. Even in the pale moonlight I can see the glimmer in his gorgeous forest green eyes.

“No I don’t, but I like you.” Then like a slight whisper of wind, “I missed you.”

“Ivan, do you like me as a friend or would you be interested in more.”

“More as in what?” he keeps his gaze on my eyes. I can see how nervous he is and I can just feel a pull between us.

I tell him why mom has thrown the party. I tell him I like him a lot and want to get to know him more.

He smiles at me and nods. I take him by the hand.

“Would you like to go meet my mom?”

He slowly stands and nods again.

I swallow hard as we walk through the crowd. We stop at the buffet tables and I encourage Ivan to eat a little. I grab a cup of honey wine. I need a bit of liquid encouragement to face mom. I approach the Dias and mom looks up at me hopefully.

“Well LaRae, have you made a choice or do I get the honor.” She has a smug look on her face.

“Ivan, this is my Mother, queen of the butterfly faeries, Mom this is Ivan, my mate.”

Not the end, but a new beginning!

I hope you enjoyed My Faery tale. We had a blast writing it. If you missed the first episode you can find it here 

Chapter 2 here!

Chapter 3here 

Join us in May for Kiss of Fate our prequel to Love Bites and see the budding romance of Nicolai a prominent heir of a large plantation and Illia a Wicca peasant girl. Two lovers from different stations in life and how fate intervenes.

 Be on the lookout for a big announcement at the end of this story!

Butterfly Kisses Chapter 2

Butterfly Kisses Chapter 2

By Cathy Brockman

Storytime Trysts does not own this image

We arrive at the castle change into our more human forms. I switch into a short black strapless dress with thigh sex-me-up all night boots.

“LaRae!” Obediah grabs my arm. “Where is the cream dress.”

I chuckle and swirl switching back into the cream color dress and pretty golden sandals that lace up my calves.

“Tell me Obie, which did you really prefer.” I pull him close and whisper seductively into his ear.

“Honestly LaRae, I like this one.” He pulls away, taking my hand like a good little royal escort.

“Seriously?” I can’t help but wonder if he may be not into women.

“Yes, I like the slit up the thigh and the sandals instead of the boots. It shows so much more of that sexy leg when you walk.” I shiver at the feel his hot breath on my neck as he leans so close and whispers into my ear. OK so I guess he isn’t gay.

We reach the dining room decked in all its springtime glory. It is always beautiful but I love the transition from the icy blues of the winter decor to the soft pastels of spring. My wings ache to be released to go flutter about and explore the budding beauty waiting just outside the window. I decide a fly will be great release after one more lecture with mom about the birds and bees. I glance at Obediah and think it would be nice to practice the lesson with him.

“LaRae, must you always keep me waiting? Thank you Obediah. I shall reward you with extra honey for having to put up with this one. You may return to your hive and take a break.” She smiles sweetly at Obediah. After he leaves she turns back to me. Her smile has turned upside down.

“It is time that you grow up and except your responsibilities as a princess. It is time to come out of your cocoon.” She takes a sip of her nectar.

“Mom. Be more specific. I have lots of responsibilities to assume which one is it you are harping on today?” I roll my eyes as if I don’t already know.

Her favorite subject lately is me mating. Giving her lots of pretty little caterpillars to control, I mean spoil.

“By the way, you look lovely today.” I’m not lying. She always is beautiful with her long yellow hair and buttery soft wings. I must get most of my coloration from my father.

“Thank you but you’re not getting off by changing the subject. It is time you choose your mate or I will choose one for you. I am going to throw a party this weekend, Sunday morning you will give me your choice and at the farewell banquet we will announce your decision, or I will announce mine.”

“But mom! A weekend isn’t time to get to know someone! It takes time to fall in love!”

“No buts. This love fantasy of yours is for the doves. You’re a princess. You have beauty, power, money, and the world to offer. What man wouldn’t love that?” She says with finality.

“I want them to love me, not my money, or power, or even my looks.” I push back my plate of fruit and flower petals, no longer hungry.

I know who I want but after years Obediah still barely looks at me. I doubt I can win him over in a weekend if I haven’t in all these years. Heck we were practically raised together.

With resignation I decide I will have to move on. But how do I find someone to love me in just a few days? I swirl and transform into a butterfly and flit out the window to go to my favorite waterfall and think.

The happy gurgling sounds of the stream beckon me from miles away. I can feel the cool spray of the falls on my skin. I can vision myself laying on a smooth flat rock, the sun a warm caress on my damp body after a dip. I can feel the golden sand between my bare toes. I can smell the soft scent of the water- lilies. Finally I see it the beauty breathtaking as always.

I flutter over the beach and pause above a shallow part of the stream. I start to swirl in a kaleidoscope of color as I twirl and twist. Creamy golden wings and a smooth black body soon becomes a long mane of silky black hair swinging in the breeze, floating around, wrapping around my pale bare body. I relish the peace here. I walk to the falls and wash my hair, plucking a Lilly blossom; I slowly begin to wash my cool aching body. The flight felt like a long one.

After a nice long shower under the cool flow of the falls I walk along the stream, kicking and frolicking. Oh how I love this place. My home away from home. No mom breathing down my neck. Just me and the precious gifts form Mother Nature herself. And an Imp? Looking up at the falls I see a rippled refection that seems to be gazing longingly at me. Or Gawking.

If you missed the first Episode you can find it here. 

Dancing

By: Sian Young



As I stand on the rooftop of my building, I hear the phantom music that used to play for my love and I.
A beautiful melody, he made just for me of him singing a love song.
He would play this song every time we got into a fight, he knew I couldn’t resist his voice, his words, our song.
It never failed to put a smile on my face, and a spring in his step.
For he knew that no matter what he did, I’d forgive him as soon as I heard that stupid song.
But, not this time, this time I cannot bare to hear the song that once brought me so much happiness.
Now, all it brings is heartache and pain, how could you do this? How could hurt me this way?
What happened, I thought we were perfect, so much in love I thought it’d never end.
That we’d spend eternity circling each other in an endless waltz, forever in one another’s arms and hearts.
But, it was all a lie, your gone and I’m all alone, forever to hear the phantom song we once knew and loved.
As I wipe away stray tears, I wonder why you did it, why you left me so suddenly and never said goodbye!
I thought I meant something to you, you meant an awful lot to me, but I guess all the nights we spent up here dancing under the stars, was a waste of time and just filler to you.
As you waited for your chance to leave me, me and all our love and memories.
As I climb onto the ledge and look down on the crowded street below, I wonder if I’ll ever see you again.
Maybe someday we’ll be together again, as I cry over our lost love and memories, I hear our song once more, and smile as I step off the ledge, my last thoughts of you and our life together.
As I lay on the ground below, clutching a newspaper clipping in my hand, I see a bright light and hear a familiar voice, telling me it’ll be alright and not to be afraid.
I close my eyes, and when I reopen them I’m standing over my body, all frail and broken.
I hear the voice again and turn to see my love, he has come for me at last. He takes my hand and leads me away, telling me, that I’ll have no more pain, no more heartache, and we can truly be together forever.
The newspaper clipping rustles as the wind blows, it reads, “Young man dies in fatal car crash, aged 26.” just before the wind blows it away, and in the distance you can hear two lovers hearts singing as one, once more.

Artistic Passion - Pt 2

Did you enjoy the introduction to Artistic Passion yesterday?  Did it leave you wanting more?  It's your lucky day!  Sit back and enjoy the second installment. 

Artistic Passion, pt 2

by

Ben Hannigan

It’s dark in the workroom, blinds drawn, two figures in the space. Night owls; one an artist, the other a writer. The girl with mousey auburn hair, the boy with ink stained hands, paper covering the floor. Both talking, animated. Him, in pj bottoms, ink splatters on the chest, chalk dust on hands.

She’s brush in hand, clutching a canvas, work drying around her, she’s in a hoody, the grey contrasting against the cream of her thighs and again against the splodge of yellow acrylic on her nose, specks of paint flecked over hands and skin.

Music on, both singing, giggling, working furiously in the throes of a muse. it’s a type of insanity, the writer and the artist, struck by passion.

Half empty, cold tea-filled mugs forgotten or used to clean brushes, pens cast aside dead, inkless. Pizza boxes, crusts left, now posed service as palates. Menus for take-out covered in scrawled notes.

Drained, they are dancing now, fuelled by another insanity, moving, rising, falling, joyously together amidst the paper.

Moving together, filled with a new muse, gasping, crying out, shaking, shuddering, pain, but a deliciously unbearable fly, can’t be painted, can’t be described, captured in imitations, gratifying exhaustion. They curl, together, amid the paper, using discarded sketches and drafts as a blanket.

As the rays of early morn pierce through the window the two dress in that awkward gawky way of emerging lovers, finding his specs on top of a menu for an Italian promising never closed, always ready. Finding himself ravenous, not eaten for days, gripped by wild inspiration they head out for the evening meal, at breakfast time.

ETERNAL LOVE by Sian Young

I apologize but there will be no Thundering love this week, come back next week for Part 3! In the meantime enjoy this short called:

Eternal Love

Monday, November 9, 2009

By: Sian Young

 

Suzanna walked up the steps to the roof, every step she took the music got louder. She wasn’t sure she knew this song, but it sounded familiar.

She was sure she knew who was singing, probably some unknown new artist, and David thought she might like him so he was playing it for her.

As she reached the top, she saw the rooftop door was open, and she could smell the sweet, sweet aroma of roses everywhere. Roses, her favorite, he never failed to amaze her. She stepped out onto the roof and saw the roses she had smelt a moment ago. They were everywhere, all over the rooftop, the tables, chairs, in the center of the roof was a table set for two, candles, champagne, and roses in a vase.

Looking around she wondered where David was, maybe she was early, maybe she was late, she was about to call out his name when strong arms circled her waist and she smiled.

“David, that’d best be you or you’re getting thrown off the roof.” Suzanna joked.

“Oh, Suzie, you’re so funny!” He laughed and kissed her neck, and let go off her waist and taking her by the hand, walking over to the dance floor, pulling her along with him.

“Dance with me beautiful lady! To a song, a song made just for you!” David smiled and pulled her close, circling his arms around her waist once more, the song began to play and he swayed back and forth with her to the music; the music he created just for her, and his love for her.

“David! Is this you singing?” Suzanna asked, looking at him in awe.

“Yes, it is. I told you this would be the anniversary you would never forget. I made this song specifically for you. And no one else, we can dance to this song anytime we wish, and know that no one else can claim it, or us.” David smiled, and spun her as she squealed happily, and came back quickly to kiss him.

“I love it! I can’t believe you made this just for me!” Suzanna squeaked, David loved it when her voice squeaked, it meant she was truly happy and could barely contain her excitement and happiness, so it came out in a squeak.

The two danced around the floor to their love song, until their feet were red raw and sore, and still they didn’t want to stop, but David insisted, before they both collapsed from exhaustion.

“You cooked too?” Suzanna asked, as he led her to the table she’d seen earlier, he pulled out her chair for her to sit, then once she was seated he bowed to her and seated himself.

“Of course I cooked, I wanted this night to be perfect, and so I decided to trust it to no one but myself. I made all your favorite foods. And your all-time favorite desert.” David smiled, as her eyes lit up, and her voice became a squeak once more.

“Strawberry Cheesecake?” Suzanna could barely speak, all that really came out was a loud squeak.

“Strawberry Cheesecake? I thought your favorite desert was chocolate cake?” David said, and frowned worried.

“Oh! Well….it’s…it’s…ok.” Suzanna was about to get very upset, when David’s face broke out into a huge grin.

“You monster! Your teasing me aren’t you?!” Suzanna said, sounding mad but smiling herself.

“Of course I am sweetheart! How could I ever forget your favorite desert, it’s mine too!” David smiled and poured her some wine, and then himself some too.

“A toast! To us, may we have many more happy anniversaries for many, many years to come!” David smiled and clinked his glass with hers and took a sip.

After dinner, David wanted to play the song he’d made for her, while she sat and listened. Suzanna loved it when he sang to her, it was a very rare treat indeed.

“This song is for you Suzanna, the love of my life, my soul mate, I hope we can be together for always, and forever.” He pressed play and began to sing a beautiful love song, every word full of meaning and love. Before long Suzanna was in tears, and could no longer hold it all in. Before he could finish the song, Suzanna stood up and hugged him as tight as she could, and cried uncontrollably.

“Dear Suzie, why are you crying?” David asked, worried he’d upset her somehow, this was not the reaction he was expecting.

“It’s so beautiful!” Suzanna managed to get out through her sobs.

“What is?” David asked holding her as she cried, he didn’t mind, he’d take any excuse to hold her.

“All of this, the dancing, the roses, the food, and this song! I just…couldn’t hold it in any longer!” Suzanna stopped crying, and looked up at him.  “What did I do to deserve such a wonderful and loving man?”

“I don’t know, win the lottery maybe?” He grinned and she couldn’t help but smile herself, smile as he slowly lowered his head to give her a long and passionate kiss, a kiss that would blow all other kisses away, and would leave the two gasping for air once they finally did part.

As the sun sets in the background the two continue their waltz around the dance floor to their one and only love song.

The End

 

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Sea of Seduction

Welcome to the first instalment of my June story. For my paranormal fans dont loose hope, Love Bites should be on Amazon soon.

Sea of Seduction By Cathy Brockman

Chapter 1

Cheryl Gallagher gazed out the window at the breathtaking view of New York. It’s not her first trip to the city, but she always finds it intriguing. She got the window seat, since she was their excuse to take the trip; a Caribbean cruise that will start with a shopping trip in New York and end in New Orleans.
'Everyone’s dream right? Not mine. I would be just as happy sitting in a five star hotel somewhere with my Kindle Fire. They booked us a singles’ cruise, and don't think I don’t know what they are up too? I wasn't born yesterday. Actually, I was born forty eight-years ago, forty-nine in about a week. I am old enough to find my own dates if I wanted one. I have only been divorced for six months. I wanted out as much as Jon did, but finding out he had a girlfriend not much older than our own son, stung like stepping on a hot match. More like a pile of smoldering embers. At least I had remained faithful even though the love had gone years ago.’

“Cher! You are not paying attention to a word I said!” Angela whined. She didn’t need to whine for her shrill voice to grate on Cheryl’s nerves.

“Sorry Ang, I was just looking at the view and thinking.” She says as she turns to look at the younger woman.

“About a day of shopping in New York’s finest stores, then we’ll live it up in style in a posh club?” Angela smiled broadly wiggling her thick but neat eyebrows.

“No. More like how the hell did I let you two talk me into this? Carol don't you sit over there looking so innocent. I know you are just as much to blame for this as Angela is.” She nudges her other best friend playfully.

“Oh! Come on Cher! This isn’t just about you. We all needed this.” She paused, looked at Angela then continued. “We haven’t been on a girls’ only trip in the past couple years.” Carol smoothed her designer slacks and gave Cheryl a serious look.

“So what was the weekend in Tupelo a month ago? Besides boring.” Cheryl said as they all started unbuckling, getting ready to disembark from the plane.

“It’s not our fault you don’t like to gamble and turned down every man that asked you to dance. Besides, it was just a short drive to get out of the house. This is a real trip!” Carol tugged her blouse into place and made her usual big production making sure she was all neat and tidy looking.

Cheryl glanced at Angela and they both chuckled as they all got their bags and headed to the exit.

Cheryl wouldn't admit it to either of them, but she was a little excited about the cruise. Her last cruise was with her ex-husband Jonathan. They took it to reignite the dying flames of their twenty-two year old marriage. All it did was totally extinguish what little was left for her.

He had spent most of his time flirting with crew members or passengers; all young enough to be their children. Cheryl had been embarrassed and appalled by his behavior. He had not been the considerate loving man she married for several years, but he had gotten completely out of hand; buying a bright red mustang, having his teeth whitened way too white, dying his hair too dark, spending time in the gym and tanning bed, and buying clothes their twenty-one year old son hadn't worn in at least five years. The gym she could have handled if he had been going to impress her, but she knew better. He even had the balls to beg her not to divorce him. He said he was just sowing his wild oats--of course he didn’t want her to sow any oats of her own. ‘Just have some patience’ he had said. Yeah right! She smiled and rolled her eyes at the memory.

She was going to surprise the hell out of both Carol and Angie. She planned to have the time of her life on this cruise. It would be perfect to meet a man or two or even three, have a good old-fashioned fuck-fest. She wouldn't have to worry about facing them after the cruise. Nope! She could let loose and fulfill some of her naughtiest fantasies and that’s exactly what she planned on doing. Everything she had ever dreamed of and hopefully even some she hadn’t. Damn her panties were already wet, and the cruise didn't start until tomorrow afternoon. ‘Oh well I guess it couldn’t hurt to have fun tonight.’ She blushed at the thought. They had a suite so they each had their own bedroom. Cheryl planned to put her room to good use.

Chapter 2

The three women had a good time picking out a wardrobe for the trip. They had all decided to leave their old clothes behind and start fresh. They even bought new luggage to put it in. By the time they were finished and had it all back to the hotel and packed for the next day’s trip; they were hungry, thirsty and tired.

Angela and Cheryl still had plans to start their trip out right and were eager to go to the club on the top floor of the Hotel. Angela had been here before and claimed it’s a real man-mall, any shape, size, color, or age and most willing and eager to please. Cheryl hoped it was true; she was ready to retire Mr. Blue.

They stopped at a nice restaurant next door to the club. Cheryl had a chicken, strawberry and walnut salad with raspberry vinaigrette and a glass of red wine. Angie had vegetarian salad full of mixed veggies and cheese and Carol had a Cobb salad. They didn’t want to eat so much because they tired and bloated, but knew they all needed food on their stomachs before going to drink, especially Cheryl, since she was a light weight.

The glass of wine did a good job of warming her belly and making her feel less self-conscious in her short little Zebra-striped shift, and the black three inch 'fuck me' heels just made her feel sexy. Now looking in the ladies room mirror touching up her lipstick, she was glad that Angie had talked her into wearing her hair down. It hung softly past her shoulders to her mid-back in gentle waves. The lighting flashing around in the bar really brought out the soft red undertones of her still natural hair color. Yes, they all three looked pretty good for middle-aged women.

They entered the club, found a good table, and they each ordered a drink. Angie wasted no time hopping up and hitting the dance floor, falling in with three very cute but very young men. She motioned to the other two women, but both smiled and shook their heads, neither of them interested in men that young.

Cheryl jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder, spilling a little of her drink on the table. Thank goodness the glass was almost empty.

“Looks like I owe you a drink.” The owner of the hand smiled down sweetly.

“But how about a dance or two first?” He extended his hand; she took it still hypnotized by the twinkling pale blue eyes and sweet crooked smile.

Good grief this man was an absolute doll. Only a few inches taller than her five foot three, well six, if you count the heels she has on, he had an extremely well-muscled torso, and narrow tight hips. She thought she had to be hallucinating. She stumbled into him as he pulled her to her feet and blushed as he caught her pulling her a little closer than necessary. Yep, he is sexy as all get-out. She glanced at Carol feeling a little bad about leaving her at the table, but Carol smiled and waved her to go on.

One or two dances and a fresh drink turned into a good hour on the dance floor and at least two more drinks. All with Mr. sexy blue eyes. There wasn’t a lot of talk and what there was, was mostly small, but Cheryl really didn’t care. She had been wet all day and he had her even wetter. If he offered, she was taking him to her room. No! Tonight was the start of her fun summer vacation and she was going to make sure he came to her room. This was the beginning of the new Cher. Angela was dancing with every guy in sight. It was obvious she was going to have her own fun and it looked like Carol had made friends with a couple from Texas so Cheryl didn't feel guilty about her plans.

After a couple fast dances and one really slow one, she decided to test him and see just how interested he was. They walked to the table for another drink and catch their breath. He slid a chair next to her, “You don’t mind, do you?” He grinned seductively as he motioned to the waitress and ordered drinks for them. Cheryl nodded as she took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to rest her hand on his leg, high on his thigh. ‘Damn he is as excited as I am and how long is he?’ Cheryl swallowed hard as her thoughts ran wild. She planned to see just what her fingers brushed very soon. She just didn’t want to seem like an over eager middle-aged woman that wasn’t used to picking up men. But the thought of being the one to do the picking up really excited her a lot. She wasn't going to wait long to make her move. Besides it was getting late and they did need a little sleep before boarding the cruise-ship tomorrow afternoon at two.

Cheryl heard him suck in his breath in happy surprise as she let her fingers linger on the tip of his hard cock, her fingers making small light circles on it. They exchanged looks, and both knew they wouldn't be sleeping alone. It was just a matter of where. The unspoken decision just stoked her confidence even more. Crap, things had moved so fast they hadn't even exchanged names. She was just about ready to ask his, when she decided not knowing was even more exciting. Besides, what is the chance they will ever see each other again after tonight.

It’s a good thing Angela had given her a little gift bag with condoms, lube and a few other things, she wasn't a hundred percent sure what they are for, before they left the hotel room as part of an early birthday gift. Cheryl hadn’t really planned on doing anything even close to this until they had arrived in New York.

“MMM they are playing a nice slow one. Let’s dance. I want to feel you against me.” He practically purred as he pulled Cheryl up and led her to the dance floor.

As soon as their bodies met, his hands massaging her lower back she turned her face up, stopping just as their lips were so close you could barely slide a sip of paper between them. She darted her tongue out seductively wetting her lips, as she gazed into sexy bedroom eyes. She smiled seductively.

“Damn woman, you are so hot. I am about to lose it right here on the dance floor.” He moaned softly.

His breath a blend of his Jack and coke with a hint of mint tantalized her, as she moved in boldly for a kiss. His lips parted in invitation as she hungrily accepted, slipping her tongue inside. A soft moan muffled by her onslaught sounded like a low growl to her, fueling her fire. She explored every nook and cranny fervently. She sighed in disappointment as he pulled her away reluctantly. The music switched to a fast song; Paralyzer by Finger Eleven.

“Shall we find us somewhere more private, or is this just a tease?” His voice came out weak, barely a whisper.

“Does this feel like a tease?” She giggled as she leaned close into him gyrating and echoed the words Your Place or My Place from the song.

“Lady’s choice.” He grinned as he took her hand and led her from the dance floor to the table.

Carol was sitting at the table next to theirs with the Texas couple. Sexy blue-eyes wanted to take a bathroom break and tell his friends he would see them a bit later. Cheryl was nervous trying to come up with the words to tell her friend she was taking a total stranger to her room. She was relieved when Carol asked her to go to the ladies room with her, so she didn't have to talk in front of the new couple. Carol always seemed to know just what to say and when to say it. Having been friends since junior high, they knew each other pretty well.

“So are you and sexy blue-eyes fixing to slip out?” Carol smiled as she washed her hands then dried them under the drier. She frowned when Cheryl swiped her wet hands down the side of her dress.

“You know I hate those dryer things.” She grins sheepishly trying to change the subject.

“Oh Carol! Do you think I am totally bonkers for doing this? I don't even know his name!”

Carol made a choking sound as she looked at her in surprise.

“I really don't want to know to be honest. It makes this so much more exciting. What does it matter?” She cocked her head to one side and grinned sheepishly.

Besides, chances are we will never meet again. She diverted her eyes from Carol’s “Do you think I am terrible?” She looked like a little girl that just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“No hon. If you didn’t do this I would think you were bonkers.” She placed her hands reassuringly on Cheryl's shoulders and whispered. “Just don't scream as loud as Angela does. I do want to get a little sleep before tomorrow.” She hugged Cheryl. “Have the time of your life sweets!”

Part of her hoped the man wasn't interested or that he had even gotten cold feet and the trip to tell his friends he was leaving, was an excuse to slip away. Besides he had been with her all evening and she saw no friends since they danced the first dance. She was partly shocked and partly excited as she saw him standing by their table nervously looking around the room.

His eyes lit up and his smile sent shivers down her spine straight to her groin.

“I thought you skipped out on me.” He bent down gave her a quick reassuring kiss. “You sure you want to do this?”

“More sure than I have been of anything in years.” She leaned in close, her fingers brushed him.

Oh well it will be fun getting him back up. She thought as she picked up her purse and took out her key card.

They made good use of the elevator, kissing and groping as it descended too quickly to her floor. He leaned against her and kissed the back of her neck as she opened the door to their posh suite.

“I am just down the other end of this hall.”He shut the door behind him.

“Would you like a drink or some water or anything?” He shook his head.

He watched Cheryl as she motioned him with her head to follow into one of the bedroom doors.

He took her into his arms and kissed her fervently as she felt the zipper slide down her back.

He isn't wasting time. Good, since we don't have a whole lot anyways. She mused as she started unbuttoning his shirt. She slowly turned him then shoved him forcefully onto the bed. His eyes widened with surprise as her dress dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it showing off her sexy 'fuck me' heels, black silky panties and a corset bra that helped to hold in her tummy, framing her firm breasts in soft black lace. She planned to keep the bra on or she would lose her confidence.

He licked his lips as he sat there looking so sexy. His unbuttoned shirt showed off his well-toned chest with a sprinkling of hair pointing a trail downward to his tented trousers. He swallowed hard as she sashayed to him. She kissed him eagerly as she removed the shirt from his arms, then pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him.

He trailed small kisses down her chin, and nibbled her neck. His hands traced the top of her bra and fingers slid under the lace tweaking her nipples.

She moaned as she felt his hot wet tongue lapping and teasing one nipple. His strong arms pulled her in and as he turned her to lay her down she took control. He moaned as his teeth gently bit down on her nipple. She kissed his neck, down the side of his throat. She paused as she reached his nipples looking up as she teased them, testing to see just how rough he will let her play. He groans as her teeth toyed with one nipple then the other. He didn’t seem to mind it a little rough. He sighed in disappointment as she let him go and continued to lick and tease down the hairline leading to the generous package she can’t wait to unwrap. She gazed up as her fingers toyed with the button on his slacks and slowly unzipped him. He smiled as she moaned in pleasure and lifted his hips to assist her as she slowly pulled off his pants. She kissed his hip and thigh as she slowly eased them down, his moans got louder, his breath more and more ragged. She looked up and smiled approvingly, their eyes met. She wanted another taste of those sexy lips. But she opted to plant her kisses elsewhere as she slid her hand inside his briefs taking his long and not too thin cock into her hands slowly stroking it.

He cried out as she trailed her tongue down the length of it and backup to the tip, licking the drops of precum from it. Her tongue gently toyed with the slit. Then she shocked him more going down quickly sucking hard as she pulls back up.

“Ohhhhh Baby!!! You keep that up and I'm gonna come.” He moans as she repeats it a few times then comes up and licks down to his balls taking one into her mouth rolling the other in her hand. He moaned again as she looked up into those hungry, sexy eyes.

“That’s the idea baby. I want you to come in my mouth. Then you get to play. Then we will see who screams the loudest.” She didn’t wait for a reply as she took him back into her mouth stroking him, as she takes as much as she can swallowing.

He came quickly bucking beneath her. His fingers wrapped tightly into her hair. She licked him, not wasting a drop. She kissed back up his hard abs, his chest, stopping to toy with those plump hard nipples. She meets his mouth and they kissed fervently, his breath still ragged. He flipped her over.

“Payback time.” He smiled mischievously as he went straight to her breasts, slipping them out the top of her bra.

“Ohhh, so sexy baby.” He gazed at her longingly, and then teased her nipples and breasts mercilessly. He began to unhook the corset, but she put her hand over his, sliding it down until it brushed her wetness.

He watched her face as he explored her first with his fingers, then his tongue.

After coming several times, she pulled him up and rolled him over. Reaching into the nightstand she gets one of the condoms, tore it open and rolled it on him. She straddled him and they both gasped as he entered her.

“OOH Baby! You are so tight.” He purred.

They both cried out as she slowly moved up and down, testing how much she could take. He grabbed her hips and arched for her as she moved up squeezing tightly as she went.

“Ahhhhhhh, Slow down babe, I’m about to bust.” He begged. She did just the opposite, moving hard and fast. She threw her head back and let out a yell, sending him over the edge with her. They collapsed in a heap onto the bed.

After a long silence, he smiled.

“So do I have to try to walk down the hall to my room or can I crash here?” He looked bashful as he removed the filled condom, tied it off, and took it with him into the bathroom.

“You can stay, but I have to set the alarm. We need to check out by noon.” He nodded and lay down as she got up and went to the bathroom.

She laid down and rolled onto her side. He curled around her as if they belonged that way. ‘Too bad I will never see him again. He is the perfect dream man.’ She thought as she dozed off into oblivion reliving her last few hours in a beautiful hot dream.

The alarm sounded like sirens in her ears as she grunted and flipped it off. The sexy man still lying beside her reminded her how real it was. He looked up heat already in his eyes. Without a word, he kissed her, reached into the drawer on the nightstand and took out another a condom. She gasped as he took her like there was no tomorrow.

“Did I hurt you? Oh crap! Are you sore?”

“No. I’m fine, your fabulous.” she gasped and moaned as he took a steady pace, kissing her as they moved. They both moan out into each other’s mouths as they climax.

“As much as I would love to do this all day long, I really need to get a shower. We have to leave soon to catch our boat.”

“I know. I really wish we had more time. I would like to take you to breakfast, to get to know each other. Dam we didn’t even exchange names.” She put a finger to his lips.

”It is best this way.” She choked back a tear as she walked quickly into the bathroom and locked the door just in case he tried to surprise her.

He was gone when she came out a folded piece of paper lay on the pillow.

“Just in case you want to know. If not just throw it away.” She really did want to know, but it would be so much easier to leave like this without knowing. He wasn't a real person to her if she didn't know his name. Just a fantasy come true. She tossed the paper still folded in the trash.

Later when they were all leaving and just about got to the elevator Cheryl called out to her friends, “Wait! I will catch up!” She glanced down the hall where he said his room was. She turned and ran back to her room, grabbed the paper and shoved it in her purse.

“Are you ok Cher?” Carol turned to look at her, when she had rejoined them.

“Yeah, I had just remembered I forgot something that is all. I am fine.” She smiled to herself as they got in the elevator. If the rest of this trip is anything like last night I can’t wait!

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How did you Like the new story? What about sexy blue eyes? Should she look at his name in the note? What would be a good name for him? Would you look?

Join me again next Thursday as Cheryl and her friends have just barely gotten started.
Looks like we are in for one hot summer..

Come back tomorrow and see what Sian has for you. *waves*