We planned and planned our first meeting. We were going to meet in Myrtle Beach and be together for a week. Jack had a cottage there and it was close to the ocean. The way he described it sounded like a small piece of heaven.
He picked me up at the airport and we made our way to the beach. We made small talk, occasionally touching each other. Jack was an older man but age meant nothing to me. He was just as sexy and desirable at the age of 59 then he was at the age of 30.
We finally arrived at the cottage. It was a quaint little cottage that had a screened front porch facing the ocean so you could sit out and enjoy the night without being bothered by pesky insects. I helped Jack take the bags and supplies in that we would need for the next week. Inside the cabin was a small kitchen with dinning room. In the living room was a fireplace that looked like it had hardly been used. Jack noticed that I was looking at it with curiosity and he told me that his late wife didn’t like to use the fireplace.
Heading down the hall with the bags we went into the bedroom. Inside was a king size bed that faced the big bay window so that in the morning you can watch the sun rise and still lay in bed. It was a beautiful thought.
