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Without hesitation, the woman’s arms are about my neck and her mouth is on my mouth and the kiss I am receiving is the kiss of long lost lovers and, leaning into the kiss, the suitcase dropped, my arms now about the juncture of her well defined waist, feeling the press of her ample breasts upon my chest, tasting the fresh taste of her mouth, my tongue touching her tongue, standing in the midst of the crowded “United Airlines Arrival Terminal” kissing this woman held tightly in my arms...

Fuck ‘em if they think I’m her father! 

Barbara!  I don’t want to let go of my Barbara.

Standing back now, looking at me, “Mitchie...”

Standing back now, looking at her, “Mitchie?” I asked quizzically, “Who’s Mitchie?”

Her mouth opening in surprise, her hand going to cover it…

But seeing my smile, Barbara smiled back...

Cyber Affair 4

Day One -2: Friday, June 18, 2009                               

Smiling  back, “Hi, honey.” Barbara said …and my heart melted.

Straight, dark brown hair brushed back partially covered her ears. Minimal eye liner highlighting beautiful, almond shaped, dark brown eyes. Being a heavyset woman, Barbara’s face was absolutely wrinkle free – which could be the reason I thought her too young – With but a bit of “blush,” Barbara’s complexion was flawless. A straight nose perfectly suited to her face, her lips, Oh, God! Barbara’s smile was absolutely heart-warming.   

Not beautiful, far from beautiful, however holding her face in my hands, something about Barbara’s face, studying this face that until now I’ve seen only in my imagination. Liking... actually loving this face I held in my hands, “Hi, honey, yourself,” I said, fighting the urge to kiss her again. “I thought you said you were shy.”

“Yeah, I am,” she answered, “but I’ve been waiting months to do that.”

Thinking, So much for getting wrong signals. Looking about, seeing people looking at this—so I perceived—old man and extremely affectionate appearing young woman, “Think we better get out of here?” I suggested.

Taking hold of my hand, “Yes, lets. But we’ve got to get my case.”

Walking to the United Luggage carrousel, “Why don’t you cancel your room? So long as they’re paying for mine,” Barbara said brazenly, “we might as well both use it.”

Looking at her, my heart jumping, “You really want me to? To spend the weekend with you?”

“Do I ‘really want you to’? Oh, yeah!” she said emphatically. “I want us to have every minute together we can.”

Oh, God! Thank you, God! “Thanks, honey, me, too!” I said just as emphatically. “Check-in time’s not till four,” but reluctant to release the small hand that fit so nicely... that seemingly fit perfectly within my hand, “I’ll call to cancel while you’re finding your bag, and I’ve got to use a washroom.”

Tightening her fingers, “Don’t be too long,” Barbara said as, pulling me closer, she kissed me lightly.

After making the call to cancel my room, though I didn’t really need the bathroom, putting my case onto a sink, opening it, then my shaving kit that, due to the inspection at “check in” was sitting on top. I removed the small “Kaiser” pill bottle and, shaking one of the little, almond colored pills into my palm — you know, the pill that says: “If you have an erection lasting longer than four hours contact your doctor.” Which I always thought of as the masterpiece of all advertising ploys.

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This being a drizzly, rather dreary Chicago June day, after making the required telephone call, our suitcases alongside, Barbara and I stood beneath the outside overhang at the ‘Arrivals’ curb awaiting the limousine that would take us to the Allerton  Hotel.

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Glancing at me, “This is my husband,” Barbara said returning her attention to the desk clerk. “He decided to join me after-all, so we’d like to change our room from single to double occupancy.”

‘Her husband’. Enjoying the thought, “Yes,” I said to the clerk, “If there’s a difference in the room rate, I’ll pay it.”

I’m sure, taking me for her father rather than her husband, looking at the reservation information, “No, Mister, umm, ‘Longford’. The rate can stay the same.

Not quite three thirty, “Can we get into the room now?” I asked.

Checking a chart, “Room’s been made up so yes, yes you can.” The clerk handed Barbara two electronic door keys.

Taking the elevator to the sixteenth floor, turning right, we walked to the far end of the hallway, to room 1665. Taking three tries to pop the lock, finally opening the door, we entered our “honeymoon suite.”

Our meeting at the airport had been spontaneous…

Well, not knowing what to expect, or how I would and was supposed to respond or react to Barbara, for me our meeting at the airport was spontaneous. But here, now? Although our ‘living together’ this weekend was her idea — although I very readily and very happily agreed —  now feeling a bit unnerved, once again I had no idea what to expect or what to do, or, more importantly, what Barbara expected or wanted me to do… or how far she wanted me to go.

Putting the suitcase on the floor, going to the window, “Wow!” I said.

Having a corner room, we were afforded a panoramic view of Michigan Avenue. Though still gray and raining, there were hundreds or possibly thousands of people scurrying about.

Coming to the window, standing closely behind me, “Yes,” she said, “great view.”

Feeling the near presence, turning from the window, “Barb,” Pulling her closer, our lips coming together our tongues touched and my hand, finding it’s way beneath the bottom of her jacket pulled the tail of her blouse from the band of her skirt and, feeling the smooth, soft warmth of her bare back, our lips touched again and, kissing, backing to the bed, dropping onto it we lay closely side by side…

To be continued

©February 11, 2012 / Mark M Lichterman