Introduction:
Lance is 18 and Sandy is 33. They been in love for 5 years and finally have been able married. the trails and tribulation seem to be over
THE HONEYMOON
By TrueWriters
With the moving and school starting we never had a chance to have a real honeymoon. We were able to get away for a long week-end. We went to the Smokey Mountains and stayed in a country lodge. It was a wonderfully marvelous time for the both of us. We were able to focus on each other to the exclusion of everything else. We arrived on a Thursday evening. The desk clerk looked a little surprised when we arrived. I told him we had reservations for the honeymoon cabin in the name of Mr. And Mrs. Lance Thompson. Sandy was hanging on my arm like she was never going to let go. I admit it was a little strange looking. I had just turned 18 but looked like I was 16. Sandy was radiant but she still looked like she was about 25. We registered and the desk clerk asked if we needed any help with our bags. I started to say no when Sandy interrupted me.
She said, "We sure do, and I want my husband to save all his strength for tonight."
I don't know who turned redder, the desk clerk or me.
The desk clerk managed to respond, "Certainly Mrs. Thompson".
He rang the bell and a bus boy came in. When the desk clerk told him to help Mr. And Mrs. Thompson with their bags to the honeymoon suite, he put the emphasis on the Mr. And Mrs. The bell boy gave had the same surprised look that the desk clerk had, and followed us to our car.
When we got to the room, I just told the bellboy to put the bags down by the door. I tipped him $20 which was a huge tip in those days.
He smiled, winked, and said, "If there is anything you or the Missus needs just ask for Billy Bob."
I looked at the clock on the dresser and it said it was 4:30 in the afternoon. At this point I am reminded to say that one of the wonderful things about Sandy was she respected my independence as a man in-spite of our age difference. She never tried to tell me what to do, nag me or acted like she was my mom. She always let me take the lead out of respect for my manhood and she always considered me head of the household. Everything we did was done with her money but she never criticized my spending. She let me have an equal say in how the money was spent for housing, cars and all the big expenses as well as the day to day things. In other words, she thought of it as our money never her money. Those made me feel really good.
After the bellboy left, both Sandy and I burst out laughing.
I turned to her and said, "Did you see the expressions on their faces when I said the honeymoon suite."
She came over to me and gave me one of those wonderful kisses of hers that always warmed my heart.
She stepped back and said, "The greatest thing was when he called us Mr. And Mrs. Thompson. My heart was swollen with pride. I can't think of anything that makes me prouder than being called Mrs. Thompson. Darling, I'm so proud of you. You are the kindest, most loving man in the whole world and I'm so lucky to be Mrs. Thompson."
Tears welled up in my eyes. I pulled her to me and put my hand under her chin, tilted her head back until we were looking directly at each other.
"Sandy, I've looked forward to this day for 5 years now. I spite of our difference in ages and backgrounds plus all we've been through, I know you are the only woman in the world for me. Without you I'd be like a ship without a rudder. I know God means for us to be together forever."
I bent over and kissed her. It was a kiss full of love, tenderness, passion and forgiveness. We must have stood there holding each other for ten minutes just kissing. No lust (yet) just that warm tender feeling that a couple gets when they are truly in love. I was the one to break the kiss as I had to come up for air. We looked into each other's eyes and knew that our souls had merged again.
Sandy looked around and said, "Lance this is a wonderful place for a honeymoon".
As we looked around, we saw that the cabin was two stories tall. The living room was two stories tall with a massive stone fire place at one end. The second-floor balcony was the entire length of the living room. The interior was made entirely of wood. The cabin looked like was at least 50 years old. "Quaint and wonderful" were the words Sandy used. It was furnished with the most comfortable turn of the century furniture. I glanced at Sandy. Her face was lit up with this wonderful glow. I'd never seen her look so sweet, so gentle and so vulnerable. There was no sign of the woman that could pull the trigger and kill a man that threatened the one she loved.
My heart leaped into my throat. Again, I thought of how lucky I was to be married to this beautiful woman. I was overcome with awe that I was going to have her for the rest of my life. She absolutely looked like the most gorgeous woman in the world. As I looked at her I wanted this moment to last forever. Her dark hair was carefully piled on top of her head. She was dressed in a tailor-made dress that was conservative yet showed all her wonderful curves. On her left-hand ring finger was a two-carat diamond wedding ring. Her full lips were painted a bright red color that went well with clear green eyes. As I stood there frozen in time, I heard Sandy calling me from what seemed like another world.
"Lance, Lance are you alright?" Sandy was saying.
I told her sure that I was just caught up in the moment and her beauty. As typical with Sandy, she was never one to mince words.
She said, "I'd rather you be caught up in my pussy". I grinned at her took five steps to her and swept her 105-pound body up in my arms.