Chance Meeting Pt 02 1

So many 'ANONYMOUS' (Cowardice) negative comments; funny most positive comments are from people with names. I said before, negative comments are ignored. Not anymore, now, I treat them as if they are fuel, motivation to continue, I will not stop. I have at least another 100 stories to publish. Oh, I just got another idea! LOL!

**** Vern ****

I shared more personal information about my marriage than I intended, it was emotional; but for some reason, I feel compelled to be totally honest with Pauline, I sense a deep connection between us.

{Is it fate, is it possible someone can have 2 soul mates? AND, be doppelgangers?}

Wow, I didn't expect this, she strips and suggests we fuck. I'm stunned, she's got a sensational body, and she's so provocatively bold. Yes, I want to proceed; she's right the first time can be awkward, and we should get it out of the way, but this is just too fast for me.

I stand take her hand, embrace her, "Pauline you do light up my world, I'm flattered by your approach, your gorgeous." My left hand took her right, I lifted it to my cheek, my right went to her lower back, and I led her in a waltz and softly sang in her ear.

"The first time we danced,

As we swayed to the music, and held each other"

I waltzed around the sofa.

"Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

Could you be my partner every night?

When we're together, it feels so right

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?"

I stopped dancing, kissed her intimately. "Pauline, please understand, I do want to proceed" I held her at arm's length, letting her see me taking in her beautiful nakedness "you present quite a quandary, please understand my dilemma; you being nude makes me struggle to think rationally, as so much blood is leaving my brain, engorging my other head, the one between my thighs; it is screaming at me to hurry and copulate." I kiss her cheek.

"I don't want to tarnish memories in my marital home," I pick up her dress, "how about we go for a nice meal and then to a hotel."

Pauline smiles, her eyes sparkling, she kisses me, "Of course that sounds wonderful." She swiftly redresses, "Sorry, that was rather uncouth of me, that's not at all who I am, but I've been fantasizing about us for days, I accepted the reality I'd never see you again, and now that I have, I was caught up in an emotional moment and I wanted you to know how I feel."

Vern embraced her tightly, "Oh you certainly got my attention," placing her fingers on my erection, restrained down my pantleg "all of my attention, I also heard you."

She squeezed my member gently and we kissed again.

"Let me make a couple calls; I just got a wicked idea; I'm sure you'll love." I picked up my cell and pushed the contact I wanted. Pauline sat back on the end of the sofa; I held up the empty wine bottle, raised my eyebrows as a gesture to see if she wanted more. She rocked her head from side to side, to indicate maybe, so I nodded and went for another bottle. As I returned, I got an answer, so I passed the bottle and corkscrew to Pauline.

"Hello, Gerard, it's Vern .... fine and you? .... Great, hey Gerard, is your mistress available? ... well, I was hoping tonight, maybe a few more if she's available .... Oh great, that's awesome .... Yeah .... Ok.... just a moment, I'll ask."

I sit beside Pauline, "Do you like surf and turf? And do you have any food allergies?"

Puzzled, Pauline replies, "I like most foods, and no allergies."

Vern returns to his call, "All good.... ok great, thanks .... uh if she's ready, then likely about an hour .... You're the best Gerard, thanks ... we'll treat her like she was mine, thanks so much mate." I hung up. Pauline looked bewildered.

I tap her knee, "Trust me Pauline, I just arranged a great evening, this will be such a special night, 'New Memories' ... you're gonna love it." I put the cork back in the wine and take it to the kitchen.

**** Pauline ****

Well ... I made a brave move, I thought my moment arrived, I stripped and asked him to fuck... he took my hand, but didn't ravage me as I'd hoped; but he again made me feel special, complimenting me once more; then not surprised, he was a gentleman, we waltzed, he sang Anne Murray's 'Could I Have This Dance.' It was perfect, he wants to proceed, but not in his family home; I understand and obliged.

He called someone named Gerard and made some plans for his mistress. Is his idea of a special night thinking I might enjoy a threesome to start a relationship?

Vern is very excited, "C'mon let's go." He holds out his hand. "Our first date, our evening is arranged."

He leads me to the garage, "You may choose your ride, ma'am."

There is red convertible or a grey Jeep.

I head for the convertible; Vern opens the door, holds my hand as I enter, he puts the top down and off we go.

Several minutes later we're at the Marina,

He looks at me with a glint in his eye. "Ever dined on a yacht?"

I rub his thigh, "No, I've never anything, on a yacht!" Wiggling my eyebrows

"Then there'll be a lot of firsts tonight." As he pulls into a parking spot.

The top back in position, we walk arm in arm to the pier.

I'm extremely excited, like a teen walking into prom with my crush.

Arriving at the far end of the dock, he says "here we are."

There's a large yacht in front of us. I'm stunned, this is all so exhilarating. A handsome, silver haired gentleman in a white sailor's uniform standing at the top of the stairs. "Welcome aboard 'The Mistress', I'm Captain Mason." He actually saluted us, like we were his superiors; I felt so special.

{Oh! relief surges through me, the yacht is 'the Mistress'}

The captain led us to an open-air area at the rear of the yacht, a young waitress arrives in a blue and white sailor's top, and white skort, "Welcome aboard," she curtsied slightly, I'm Jaqueline, please call me Jackie, or Jack; may I get you something from the bar?"

Vern looks at me, his hand takes mine, "How about champagne, Pauline?"

"Please." He nods to Jackie.

Pauline asks, "So, who's Gerard?"

He assists me to sit, we recline on two lounge chairs beside the jacuzzi. Vern replies "Gerard's the fellow who bought my finance company, we've remained friends, he bought this mistress, the same year he got married; they took it on their honeymoon. He hardly uses it anymore, occasionally to entertain special clients and for company parties, but he keeps the Captain and Jackie on board, the chef usually works in their home, he is on loan to us."

Jackie arrives with a bottle in a chrome ice bucket on a stand, she pops the bubbly and pours 2 flutes of champagne. "Supper will be served on the upper deck at 8." She snuggles the bottle down into the ice.

Vern holds his glass up, peers intently at me. "To New Memories," He twists his arm intertwining mine and we take a sip, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes.

"You really had me bewildered when you were making arrangements for a mistress."

Captain Mason arrives, "Would you like to go for a cruise, or remain docked?"

My eyes light up, Vern reads my delight, "let's take her out Captain."

Captain bows, "Are you spending the night onboard? Should we find a bay to anchor?"

I feel an excited flutter, and quickly answer before Vern "Oooo, Yes, and yes."

Vern puts his arm around my shoulders, I snuggle close, give him a passionate kiss, "This is fantastic, I love it."

I'm so comfortable in his arms, but what's he thinking about us? He's not been forthcoming, is he really into me, or is it just my resemblance to Stella, triggering memories? I need to know.

"Vern ... I'm perplexed;" I twist my head to gauge his reaction, "I vulnerably put myself out there, I mean literally, I bared myself to you. Shared how I feel about us, expressed my feelings toward you ... and you responded with a dance. The song you sang ... were those just Anne Murray's words or were you expressing feelings?" Am I reading something into us, that you're not feeling?"

Vern, twisted to me, almost on his side,

"You disclosed you coveted for me; fantasized a future with me for several days, even though you thought you would never see me again." I hug her "You made it clear how you feel; I know you requested we consummate this quickly; you think the first time might be awkward." I take her champagne flute, setting both beside me; I stand, extend my hand, she rises, I hold her tight to me as we begin to waltz, I sing softly, slow and seductively, attempting to impersonate Tracy Byrd.

"In the stars it was set

I thank God that we met

Pauline, I know it to be true

fate, made it... me and you?

Exalt in the way I stare

There's nothing to compare

The sight of you bare."

I lift my hand and twirl her,

"You made me weak

We danced cheek to cheek

You yearned for a week

Let me love you my way

I'll love you forever and a day

We'll take our time

You'll be mine

Together we'll stay,

Making new memories our way."

I dipped her, paused, gazed wide eyed, when lifting her, we passionately kiss. I move with her to the rail, my hands on her hips.

"Those are my words, that's how I feel." We embrace, hugging for quite a spell.

A make out session, then we turn, looking over the water, as the sun setting changes the color of the sky, in the glow of red twilight, she rests her head on my shoulder, our arms around each other's waist.

In a low whispering voice, "Trust me, tonight won't be awkward, it'll be another precious progression of New Memories we make together."

From behind us Jackie's voice, "If you'll follow me, chef has your meal prepared." Jackie has a broad smile.

We follow her to the upper deck, the stars beginning to twinkle, in the black sky. There is a round table set up, 2 chairs, a white tablecloth, silver cutlery, crystal goblets, complete with a candlelight, rose centerpiece. It's absolutely the most romantic setting I ever encountered.

Jackie pours 2 wines.

When our hors d'oeuvres are finished, the chef arrives with 2 bowls of soup, explains what he's serving tonight for our, multiple course surf and turf meal. "Bon appetite," he bows and departs.

Soup finished, Jackie appeared with appetizers, removes our empty bowls. "Pauline, could we extend this date, or do you need to return to work tomorrow?"

I put down my spoon, takes a sip of wine. "2 days after I met you, I decided I'd given up too much of my life to Brad, he wasn't going to change, he didn't deserve another chance, so, I contacted my lawyer to prepare divorce papers." Nodding, I smiled, "I let my boss and a couple coworkers know, I might take some personal time to find an apartment." I giggle. "I even started a profile on a dating app." I went on, "so, extending this delightful excursion would be fairly simple." I raise my eyebrows, bite my lower lip, "what are you thinking?"

We are now on the main course and continue our discussion.

Vern, sets down his utensils "I am thinking... after a robust night of copulation, and a leisurely morning of cuddling," with a mischievous grin, "having brunch, then going to a secluded beach, for some relaxing couple time; of course, dealing with any obstacle that might arise." He chuckles, lifts his wineglass, taking a sip.

Vern continues, "After tomorrow evening's dining, we'll do whatever you desire." He winks. "The following day I suggest we return to port; we pack and make any arrangements we require for an erotic cruise getaway. This allows the yacht staff to make any preparations they need." Finishing the main course. the dishes removed.

"I'd also like you to meet Suzie and Don, before we embark on said cruise, making new memories."

Pauline stands, drops her napkin, moves to Vern, sits across his lap, arms around his neck. "Oh, Vern, yes, yes, yesss." Smothering him with kisses.

I remain on his lap as we finish our dining experience feeding each other a delightful raspberry, pistachio, mignardise.

Vern asks for another Dom Perignon.

The ice bucket cradled in his left arm, his right arm around my waist; I carry 2 wineglasses in my right, we made our way to the master's quarter's.

Vern took the glasses, set them and the ice bucket on the side table, he started a playlist of love songs on his cell phone.

"Want a glass of wine, or is it time we get that first fuck out of the way?" He chuckles as he nuzzles the nape of my neck. His hands squishing my buttocks as we embrace. I didn't answer, I meld our mouths together and my fingers undo his zipper, he lifts my dress, I took it higher, over my head; he steps back; I toss my dress to the corner, he drops his jeans. I step forward, we both lift his shirt off.

'The Power of Love' is playing, Vern starts waltzing with me again, closer than before, swaying, our naked bodies rubbing sensually, whispering softly in my ear, "I choose you." He kisses my neck, nibbles my earlobe.

His arm around my lower back, our lips meet, he bends down, arm behind my knees, he lifts me; maintaining an intimate lip lock, carries me to the bed.

Gently lowering me near the center, he lays beside me, his right arm under my neck. His fingers knead my breast, mine caress his cheek; I'm already abundantly aroused.

Vern took his time, the foreplay was sensational, his hands were exceptionally pleasurable, as was the ice cube titillation. I'm certain every part of my body had been caressed, inspected, and stimulated. My entire upper body had been kissed, nibbled or licked to an incredible heightened state.

When he did maneuver between my legs, he rested on his elbows and knees, holding his weight hovering above me. He rolled slightly, resting on one elbow; his fingers rubbed his glans teasingly along my labia, after several stimulating strokes, once properly aligned, he rolled on top, unhurriedly, penetrating my waiting pussy. I moaned and rolled my hips, mashing provocatively with him. I came quickly but yearned more, he felt so damn good sliding inside me.

Burying my face against his neck, my arms over his shoulders, fingers grazed his back. Vern was a gentleman, a lover, calm, caring, making love to me; while previously, I'd only known male fuckers, focusing on their pleasure, expecting that would be enough for me.

My legs bent as much as possible, knees wide, giving myself, I wanted all of him.

This was dreamy, languorous, better than I imagined, Vern's stamina was astounding. I had more than a couple breathtaking orgasms, I knew by his breathing, and change of pace of his hip movements, he was close, I wrapped my legs around his torso, matching his movement, my arms were under his, I could feel the sweat materializing on his back, I felt tears of pleasurable emotion well up, I raked his back with my nails, gently bit his shoulder, "Vern, you're awesome!"

His hips held still, but his muscle spasms, spurting sperm. He emitted a low growling groan.

Several motionless moments, we were one, totally connected, united; it was electric, ecstatic.

He rolled to his side, I kept our amorous union, rolling with him, hugging tight, my ankles still locked behind, I writhed, adoringly milking him, until his dick diminished and is no longer inside me.

"Awkward be damned, Vern, that was spectacular, you are an adroit lover, masterful, never have I ever felt so loved." I kiss him so passionately. "So gratified."

I pulled my leg from under him, and we cuddled, basking in mutual euphoria.