There were so many reasons why it seemed unlikely. Her life and his life was filled with complications. Time and distance worked against them. Events out of their control conspired to keep them apart but he knew one thing.
He loved her.
Patrick's flight landed in Florida. He had told her what hotel he was staying at and when he would be there. She made no promises. All he could do was hope.
He drove his rental car across the city and stepped into the lobby. And their she was. Caroline was dressed simply, yet elegantly in the black dress he dreamed about.
All the things he wanted to say froze inside of him. He was moved so deeply that he couldn't speak. So he walked over to her and kissed her slowly and deeply.
She was fragrant and fresh. Her soft skin was smooth and tanned. He held her so close he was afraid he might crush her and at the end of the hug he lifted her in his arms for another kiss.
He checked into his hotel and asked her to join him. He had no idea how long Caroline had to spend with him; an hour, 3 hours, a day or 3 days it didn't matter to him.
The entered his room and he opened the blinds to look out on the ocean view. The beach of their dreams was illuminated in the moon glow. It was as if they were living out the dreams they had shared.
Patrick turned and held Caroline tight in his arms. The passion built and it overwhelmed them. Their clothes disappeared as their frenetic kisses evolved.
At last they were naked and nearly entwined.
Patrick lifted Caroline and laid her gently on the bed. He knew one thing that he needed at once. He was on fire to lick that hot wet pussy.
