Yearning for Love (5 page)

Nate
:  Now I’m sure of it. There’s only one Corey lying beside me in bed, but there are definitely two of her inside that beautiful body. Right now, I’m with the warm and enthusiastic one. When we get up, she’ll change to the elusive one. I want to bring up the possibility of a committed relationship, which is a first for me. I’ve dated, but I’ve never been in an exclusive relationship. I feel the pull of such a relationship with Corey, but  . . . I don’t know what she wants. I pull her into my body, and nestle her head into the spot between my shoulder and arm. She wraps one arm and leg around me, brushing my shaft, making it twitch in desire. Slowly, we drift off to sleep, and my last thought is that I can actually see myself going to bed with the same woman for the rest of my life. I wake later, and Corey has already gotten out of bed. I know where she’ll be – sitting curled up in that big armchair by the fire. What she’s thinking about, I don’t know, and this actually frustrates me. Used to be, I didn’t care, but now – I do. I hope it’s just that she’s afraid of pushing commitment on me. Maybe if I take her to Munich for a few days, we can go sightseeing and eat in nice restaurants. Who knows? This might help her loosen up when we’re not making love. I’d like to bring up the topic of a committed relationship and see where that goes.

The next day, I spot Corey, bundled up, walking around the cabin with her head down, and her hands in her jacket pockets. She looks lost in thought – what could have her so deep in her thoughts? I put my jacket and gloves on, and walk to join her.

“Penny?” I ask her.

She gives me a distracted smile. “Nah, just thinking. If you paid me, you’d be overpaying me, anyway. I’m just trying to figure myself out.” As she talks, she continues her slow walk.

I look at her beautiful face – her nose is pink and her eyes are bright. She has a serious look on her face. I wish she would tell me what’s on her mind. I think I know what it is, but I tell myself it’s better if she brings the topic up herself. After making this decision, I fall in next to her, adjusting my steps to her shorter legs. We break a path in the new snow, walking a good two miles before we turn back for the cabin. As we head back, it begins to snow, lightly at first, then it becomes heavier. By the time we open the cabin door, it’s coming down in earnest. I look over the German countryside, knowing we’ll have another two inches, minimum, by the next morning. We begin kissing and, as our clothes come off, Corey tells me, “I want to try something different.”

“Anything. What is it?”

“I want to go down on you, Nate. And I want you to go down on me.”

I look into her gorgeous, dark-green eyes.

“Okay.” I take her to the bathroom, and spread out some soft, thick towels on the bathroom sink, then begin stripping Corey’s clothing off. I kiss and lick her nipples, then lift her to the sink and stand in between her legs. I kiss her, and start making her hot with my hands and fingers as they roam all over her body. Tossing two additional folded towels on the floor to protect my knees, I kneel in front of her and see her pussy, wet and shiny, as it winks at me. I move in with my lips and tongue, tasting her unique, sweet taste. She goes back slightly, and I wrap my arms around her neck so she won’t hit the mirror. Licking and sucking, I bring Corey into a whole new world of sensations. She opens her legs wider, and I put them over my shoulders so I have free and easy access to her clit and pussy. I feel her contracting gently around my tongue, so I pull her slightly closer to me. I focus completely on her clit, wanting her to come hard and long. I whip my tongue back and forth rapidly. I am rewarded when I hear Corey beginning to breathe hard and moan loudly. She moves her hips as best she can, needing to relieve some of the pressure. She puts her small hands on the back of my head, and pushes me farther in, as she suddenly comes with a loud grunt and moan.

“Ahh, ahhh, ahh, Nate! Ahh!” This goes on for several minutes as I keep playing with her clit. I realize she tastes different when she begins coming – even more sweet than before. Finally, I give her a break, and she slumps against the mirror, forgetting how cold it will be.

“Ahhh, that’s cold!” she shrieks.

I bring her down off the counter, and stand in front of her with my dick standing up so stiff that it’s pressing against my stomach.

Corey looks at it and licks her lips. Seeing this, my dick jerks and grows longer and Corey’s eyes widen greedily. She kneels in front of me.

I tell her, “Let’s go into the bedroom, where the carpet is softer. Your knees will thank you.” We walk into the bedroom with the towels I used to protect my knees. I stand by a wall, knowing my legs will weaken.

Corey takes the towels and kneels on them. She is at eye-level with my dick, which she takes into her mouth.

My eyes close, and I take in a long, hissing breath at the feeling of heat and warmth in her mouth. She moves back and forth experimentally once or twice, looking at me. I place my hand at the back of her head guiding her motions.

Corey’s tongue explores my length. As she gets to the back of my penis, and runs it over the sensitive spot there, my hips jerk. She begins moving her mouth and tongue over me, bringing me close to one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had. I feel it beginning at the base of my back, gathering strength the longer that Corey holds me in her mouth. My hips begin moving evenly back and forth,as my orgasm begins. My dick contracts and grows as I spurt into her mouth. I look cautiously at her – not all women like the taste of semen.

Corey’s eyes widen as she realizes I’m coming into her mouth, and she pauses, concentrating on what’s happening. I ejaculate repeatedly into her mouth until finally I am milked dry. I pull myself out of Corey, lean against the wall, and pull her nude body up against mine. Looking at her, I see her swallow my semen. She rests against me with her perky tits pressed against my chest. As my legs get strength back, I walk her back to the huge bed, pull the covers down, and we sink in, falling asleep together.

I walk into the kitchen, and find Corey working on dinner for the two of us.

“Hey, I was going to do that!” I tell her.

“No prob. I felt like making one of my mother’s creations –
 
have you ever had made-from-scratch chicken pot pie with veggies and smooth mashed potatoes?”

My stomach rumbles in answer. “No. What can I do?”

“Stir the gravy and make sure it doesn’t lump. I’m about to pull the bottom crust out of the oven, then I’ll add the chicken, veggies and gravy, put the top crust on and allow it to bake. I’m going to mash the potatoes, so, if you could set the table, that would be great,” Corey says

This feels oddly . . . domestic and I like how it feels. After we eat – the meal was delicious –
 
I’m washing the dishes and putting them away.

“Hey, Corey. I have an idea. Would you like to go to Munich for a few days? I’d like to take you sightseeing, and go to a 5-star restaurant that I know of.”

“Sure, I’d love that!” Corey says.

“Wonderful. We’ll leave tomorrow morning after breakfast,” I tell her.

Corey
:  In Munich, I realize I have fallen in love with Nate. We’re holding hands and walking through Munich when I get this realization. My stomach gets a sinking feeling as I remember his reputation for avoiding commitment. What am I going to do? I don’t know! What’s worse is that while we’re here in this beautiful city, I see a different side of Nate –
 
he’s relaxed and laughs more spontaneously. Even more, he wants me with him all the time, not just when we’re sightseeing – or making love. When I try to compare this Nate to the one I know from Drummond Oil . . . my boss, he’s totally different! In El Paso, he’s businesslike, serious, and withdrawn. Oh, my God. What am I going to do?

This setting isn’t helping my situation any. Have you seen Munich at Christmas time? The city is decorated for Christmas, snow is falling from a gray-white sky –
 
it looks like those snow globe scenes. People are walking up and down the streets with bags of groceries in their arms. As big as Munich is, it’s still possible to walk from one neighborhood to another, so we see a lot of Germans bringing their shopping home. It’s also a very clean city. Despite the recent snowfalls and the snow that’s falling today, the sidewalks are clean and clear, making walking so much easier and safer. I think it’s because the shop owners sweep the sidewalks every day. Now, the cobblestoned streets are a different matter altogether. I have to wear my low-heeled boots so I don’t slip and hurt myself. Nate holds tightly to my hand as we walk – I have to admit that feels good.

This doesn’t make my situation any easier to figure out. I need to know what he’s thinking or feeling, but he’s not going to say. I’m with a happy-go-lucky man right now –
 
and, when we return to El Paso, I’ll be dealing with the remote businessman again. I’m just going to have to push on resigning. It’s too late for my heart, but I can still get away so I can get over him.

We’re in our hotel room, when he suggests having dinner at a very swanky restaurant.

“You didn’t bring anything formal with you, so let’s go to a dress shop and buy something beautiful for you,” Nate suggests to me.

“What? I can make do with what I brought!” I tell him.

“Oh, no, not in this restaurant! Come on. I’m going to find a dress that is “Corey” all over,” he says. When I see that light in his eyes, there’s no saying ‘no.’ “Okay, let me put my boots on and grab my purse,” I tell him, sighing.

“Just leave your purse here,” he tells me. Twenty minutes later, we’re in an exclusive dress shop – one so exclusive, I feel a bit scared. I look for the dresses with lower Euro prices. I know the exchange rate, so I quickly do the conversion. Nate figures out what I’m doing, and taking my arm, he steers me to the dresses with prices that make my breath catch in my throat. He takes one off the hanger. It’s beautiful, and when I get a look at the price, my breath whooshes out of my lungs.

“No, Nate, that one’s too expensive,” I tell him. That is one Serious Dress! It’s a silvery gray, made with velveteen and silk. The bodice is form-fitting and the skirt, made with layers of velveteen, falls to the floor. The sleeves are long. Like the bodice of the dress, they are made of two layers of fabric. The neckline plunges in both the front and back. It’s . . . daring.

“Try this one on,” Nate orders quietly. Looking at his eyes, I know he won’t accept my refusal. Gulping, I take the dress and try it on. It fits me beautifully, and its color sets off my hair and eyes. I look at my image in the mirror. I love it . . . but the price! I’m going to have to find a way of getting Nate to allow me to select something different. This one –
 
is nearly one weeks’ pay for me! I walk out slowly so Nate can see it on me. His eyes widen, and his mouth drops open slightly. He nods slowly and says, “That one. We’re buying that one.”

“But Nate! It’s too . . .”

“Perfect. It’s perfect on you. Don’t worry about the cost. I’m enjoying myself,” he says.

I look at the juncture of his legs. Oh, yes, he is enjoying himself! He’s raising a tent in his pants. He must realize this, because he shifts his jacket to cover himself. Looking me straight in the eye, he smiles wickedly.

The next night, after we see the sights, we’re in our room. I shower and, as Nate is showering and shaving, I fix my hair and put on some makeup. Walking to the beautiful Serious Dress, I put it on and gaze at my reflection. Shortly after I slip my heels on, Nate walks out, wearing a dress suit. Oh, my God, he’s too good-looking for my heart. At the restaurant, he’s very attentive, asking me my opinions on politics and . . . of all things, . . . child-rearing!

Back in our room, Nate approaches me, and gently lowers the zipper to my dress. Kissing my neck and all the way down my spine, he slowly removes the dress. I sigh at the feelings this brings out of me –
 
my heart melts just as easily as the center of my body. As he walks around to face me, he kisses and suckles my breasts. I see reverence in his eyes as he kisses them and me, then lowers the dress down my arms. I try to untie his tie, but he places his hands gently over mine, wordlessly telling me that his turn will come later. His thumbs hook under the waistband of my pantyhose and thong panties. As he lowers them, he kisses me, going lower and lower on my body until he’s kneeling in front of me. He raises his eyes to look at me, then he extends his tongue and begins to lick at my clit and pussy. I have to hold onto his shoulders or fall to the ground. The sensations! Looking at his eyes, my body’s conflagration grows even higher.. He brackets my hips with both hands, wrapping his thumbs around my upper thighs in front. I need to open my legs more to him, so I move one foot out. He grunts in satisfaction, and one hand moves to my breasts, loving them and tweaking my nipples, making them stand at attention.

“Nate, let me make this good for you!” I moan.

“In time, honey. In time. This one’s for you,” Nate says softly, as his mouth returns to my clit. Very soon, I am coming into his mouth, with my pussy walls contracting convulsively. My hips undulate in concert with the waves of my orgasm.

“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” I choke out. I try not to wail, aware that guests are in other rooms surrounding ours. Finally, his tongue stops and he stands up. I begin untying his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, as he removes his charcoal gray jacket. I move to his pants and open them, reveling in the feel of the bulge concealed by his dress slacks. As my hand moves slowly over his massive erection, my eyes are fastened on Nate’s. He continues looking at me and moans, as I make contact with his distended shaft. As I feel the throbbing hardness, fluid leaks out of my pussy. I kneel down in front of him –
 
I want to give him the same gift he just gave to me. Once he’s revealed, I take him into my mouth, looking up at him. His hand goes to the back of my head, guiding me. He looks down at me with something –
 
different – in his eyes and on his face. After only a few minutes, he stops me.