[Note: This is a romance story with some erotic scenes. It is
not
a story with erotic scenes in every chapter. Some chapters have incredible sex scenes, but many others have none.]
Chapter 7: Tuesday
This would be their last evening together.
Harry put on a brave face as Goldie hugged and kissed Harry in the lobby of the Hilton. Goldie must have seen the sadness etched in his face but she chose to ignore it. This time they had dinner first. Harry tried to remember every moment of their time together.
They were in a fancy seafood restaurant. The way Goldie sat there, in the chair, looking so poised, so elegant, she could have been a painting on the wall of Harry's bedroom. She looked so beautiful with her dark blonde hair spilling onto her bare neck and shoulders. Goldie was wearing a dress which showed plenty of skin, Harry noticed. The sides of her breasts looked soft and creamy. He wished he could take another image of her, but was worried she might get offended. He just sat there, drinking her all in.
After dinner Harry took her to Carnegie Hall. They had expensive side balcony seats. Expensive, but very private. Goldie found herself in a small balcony, with only seats for two. She smiled at the implication.
The lights dimmed, and the performance started. Goldie found herself captivated by the music. It was one thing to hear music, but another to actually see the musicians, to see their hands lovingly playing over their instruments, to see the movements of their hands and lips which actually created the music, to see the intense look of concentration on their faces as they created it.
At one point, flutists started to play a beautiful melody.
"That reminds me of you," Harry whispered.
"What?" Goldie asked.
"The music... the softness of your hair," said Harry, gently touching her head.
Goldie turned to Harry and opened her mouth. He leaned forward and they kissed. The music was a wonderful accompaniment as Goldie felt Harry's firm lips against her own.
And then, later, when the cellos were playing, Goldie turned to Harry and said, "They remind me of you, Harry."
Harry looked questioningly at her.
"Rich, wide ranging. Sad. Full of complexity." And then it was her turn to lean over and kiss him.
Later, when the trumpets were playing high pitched, loud notes, rapidfire, Harry said, "That's you again, Goldie. Brash. Loud. Bold. Unafraid."
He took her hand, and they kissed again.
And then Goldie returned the compliment when they heard the French Horns. "So rich... so deep... so masculine...." And her lips found his again. Their hands were all over each other. Harry could feel the warmth of her body. He could smell the richness of her hair. He heard Goldie groaning. Or was it him?
When he pulled back, he started to say, "Goldie, I... I...."
"Yes, Harry?" she said.
Harry remembered the Second Rule of Alexandra. But if he didn't say it, he might never get the chance. He felt like he would explode, if he didn't say it. He had no choice.
"I love you."
She stared into his eyes for a long moment. Harry held his breath. Then she said, "I love you too," she said, and pressed her lips against his again.
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Harry's heart beat heavily in his chest as he walked Goldie back to her hotel, arm and arm. As her high heels clopped against the sidewalk, he willed himself to remember this moment. The moment when he said his sad goodbye to her.
As they walked into the lobby, Harry decided this is where he would go every evening from now on, instead of the wharf. He would come here, and sit in the lobby, because it would remind him of
her
.
Goldie turned around and faced him. "Harry, I had the most wonderful time tonight."
"I did too," Harry practically whispered.
"So tell me you'll say yes. Tell me you'll come to Boston, and work for The Foundation." She had such a pleading look in her blue eyes.
"I... I...."
"Harry, please!"
"I... I'll think about it," said Harry.
She looked at him. They both knew what that meant.
"Perhaps there's a way I can help you think more clearly," she said, and she took him by the arm, and pulled him towards the elevator.
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As he stood in her hotel room, Harry simply stopped and took the opportunity to marvel at his situation as Goldie took off her coat. She removed it slowly, methodically, as if she were savoring the moment. She did it with a certain weight, as if she were stripping off all her clothes, when only her outermost layer was coming off. There was something almost... vulnerable? in her eyes as she completed this simple act.
Harry couldn't believe he was all alone with a very attractive woman in a hotel room. Just standing there, alone in this room, alert to all the possibilities, Harry felt a tremendous crush of intimacy. Never in any of his fantasies had he imagined a scenario like this. He would have to add this to his script of imaginary girlfriends after he and Goldie parted ways.
"Would you like anything to drink, Harry?"
Harry shook his head.
"Here, let me take your coat," said Goldie. The tension was so thick in the room that it could be cut with a vibroblade. He felt her hands on him as she removed his coat and hung it up.
Goldie looked at him for a long moment, as if deciding what to do, or, more likely, getting up the courage to do what she was going to do next. Goldie's face never looked more beautiful than it did at that moment, framed by her thick dark blonde hair and round breasts which were peeking out of the sides of her dress. She looked at him for a long moment, as if to tell him silently, that yes, this was going to happen.
And then Goldie took him in her arms and kissed him. Harry kissed her back. It was wonderful. They did that for some time. And then Goldie went into the bathroom, and came out with a towel.
A towel?
Goldie looked him squarely in the eye as she dropped the towel by her feet and opened up her shirt, one clasp at a time. She loved the look on Harry's face as he watched her undress, the look of intense excitement, the intense focus of his eyes on her hands, as she opened each clasp, one by one, as, bit by bit, her chest slowly became more apparent.
When Goldie's shirt was open, Harry could see her breasts, cupped in a white silky bra. Goldie stared at Harry without emotion. Somehow, that made it all the more sexier. He watched as she opened the front clasp holding her bra together. And then suddenly, it just came apart and... her mammaries just burst out of confinement!
Goldie's breasts were round and firm. She had large areolas. She stood there proudly, letting Harry take it all in.
"Would you like to touch them, Harry?"
Harry just stared, open mouthed, as if he were in shock. Goldie came closer and wrapped her hands behind his neck. "Go on, Harry. You can do it. Touch them. They're breasts, Harry. They were made to be touched by men."
Harry slowly reached out and, with trembling fingers, touched her breasts. He moaned as he started to squeeze them gently.
"Yes, Harry, just like that," said Goldie. "Have you touched women's breasts before, Harry?"
"Yes," Harry whispered, still unable to take his eyes off her breasts.
"How many women, Harry? How many?"
"Two," Harry whispered. It felt so wonderful to touch them. It had been so long since had last touched a woman's breast. Too long.
"Two breasts, or two women?"Goldie teased.
"Two... women," said Harry.
"What were they like, Harry?" said Goldie, staring into his eyes. "What it feel like, touching their breasts?" One on level it seemed odd for Goldie to ask Harry about his experiences fondling other women while they were doing this, so intimately; but on another level it just made the whole experience that much more sensual.
"One were... smaller than yours," Harry whispered, as he continued to knead her breasts.
"Oh oh. We don't like smaller breasts, do we, Harry?" She had that cute half smile on her face!
Harry shook his head.
"And the other woman?"
"She... hers were a little bigger, but hers... they pointed down."
"And how do my breasts point, Harry?"
