Foreword
The characters in the following story are real; I am one, the other is a mature gentleman that started corresponding with me, after he read my narrative "Sunrise My Darling". Enjoying his letters immensely led me to the inspiration to write the ensuing tale. What takes place is only a flight of fiction, using real people and places, although I have woven many of my own facts into the story. I would like to thank my e-mail partner "Bill" at this time for kind use of his character (Bill, being his true first name -- has granted me written permission allowing the use). Somewhere in the story I will give a small hint to who he is, so those of you who are amateur sleuths pay attention.
Once again I will be writing mostly about myself - and who else do I know better. Rather than constructing a fictional personal backdrop I will use my real background. Most facts about Bill are correct, with the exception that I will not describe him as he is, in order to preserve his privacy. With my first work, you read about the true account of my sexual relationship with my uncle. Now I will be revealing a rich array of my sexual fantasies. Please note because I did choose to use myself and Bill as the characters, this is only a fantasy and I am not in anyway licentious. I will be honest though and admit that I enjoyed sharing my desires and I do enjoy Bill (hi Bill). There will be no deep philosophical messages in my text, so sit back, leave your world for a while and enjoy.
Jane
Dedication:
To all the lonely older men that have learned of loving and caring from a life time of experience and now have no one.
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San Diego
As the pitch of the aircraft turbines dropped, I awoke from my short nap and realized we were descending into Lindbergh Field.
Shannon turned to me looking excited, "Here we go, Jane."
It was the first work break in months for the two of us and we both readily signed up to attend the medical trade show -- three days of nursing displays and seminars. We had been given time off work to attend, and I had decided to take my three weeks vacation right after to go on to Hawaii and visit with my family. I need the break badly. After the show, Shannon was off to San Francisco to meet with her boyfriend and drive back together to Seattle.
We had booked a rather expensive hotel and split the cost. This had been my idea, preferring an expensive up scale large chain hotel for better security and safety. The plane turned in a wide banked and I could see the Pacific stretched out endlessly westward, the sunset shimmering golden off the water. Home is somewhere that way I idly thought.
I was excited for more than the break and attending the show. Several weeks ago when planning our trip I had e-mailed my best Internet friend, Bill, informing him that we would be down and I would collect on the lunch he promised me. E-mails screamed back and forth between us as we chatted about details and more. Bill had virtually swept me off my feet a year ago with several very detailed and compassionate letters. The two of us continued our communication until it had grown into a warm relationship. Pictures had been exchanged and we had settle into a weekly routine of close letters. We were always there for each other. The anonymity of e-mail and the distance had had the reverse effect and brought us closer and Bill started to know everything about me. He was thirty two years my senior and I told him details about myself that only my doctor or therapist (if I had one) may have known. Yes, we were close and yet had never met.
With a solid thump, the big aircraft tires hit the concrete. Shannon, grabbed my hand and looked relieved - she was a very nervous flier. Funny how she could be cool as ever in the ER around the worst cases, but bothered by this. Both of us were junior nurses in the ER and had trained together. You could say we had become very good friends, but I had not told her about my secret Internet life and Bill.
Disembarking, we worked our way through the terminal and picked up our luggage.
"OK, Shannon, lets catch a cab downtown to our hotel," I suggested. As I started to walk towards the line of waiting cabs to pick up the first one, Shannon pulled on my arm.
"Wait, Jane, I don't like the looks of that first driver, let's take the third one down," she cautioned.
I looked at the line and the drivers and I asked, "How can you tell, Shannon, they all look alike to me?" She was insistent and we took the third cab much to the annoyance of the first cabby.
During the ride I informed Shannon about wanting to meet my friend Bill. Truthfully I told her I had met him on the Internet.
"Jane is that safe?" she questioned.
"Yes Shannon, he's an older man and a kind and gentle person," I replied.
"But you have never met him in person Jane?" she continued.
"Shannon, trust me, it's OK, plus all we are going to do is meet for lunch. I tell you what, since your being a mother hen, you can come along," I consoled her.
"You don't mind me joining you, Jane... Really?" she asked.
"Shannon, it's not a problem, and it will be fun. Besides you'll like Bill, and really we are just great friends. Plus if it will make you feel better, mother hen, OK." We both laughed, starting to relax a bit.
The cab pulled up and dropped us at the brightly lit, huge hotel lobby. A young doorman greeted us and ran a dolly around to pick up our bags. Shannon was all smiles to him, and flirted lightly.
Checking in, we headed to our room and unpacked our clothing. Shannon had the Med. show programs out with the times of the seminars we wanted to attend and was studying them closely.
"Shannon how about tomorrow just after one for lunch with Bill?" I checked.
"Well we only have the morning seminar and I thought we could walk around looking at the booth displays in the afternoon, but sure lunch would be great. Where are you thinking of going Jane?" she wondered.
"Let's meet him here in the hotel restaurant. It has a nice look to it and, well, maybe I am a little nervous after all," I replied with hesitation.
"Sounds OK," Shannon replied, seeing I wasn't so confident any more.
Somehow I felt better with her endorsement. I knew Bill would never hurt me, but anticipation can make you worry about anything. Nervously I picked up the phone and called the number I had so carefully copied down. The number rang four or five times and I was about to hang up when I heard the pick up.
"Hello," the deep voice greeted.
"Bill, hi it's Jane, I'm in San Diego," I stammered.
"Jane! Hello, Jane! Thank you for calling," came the very friendly reply. "How are you? How was the flight? Jane, your voice sounds great, just like I imagined."
"Thanks, Bill, I don't know where to begin, but how about lunch tomorrow?" I replied apprehensively.
"Lunch would be great, Jane, I will meet where ever you like, or I can suggest a very public place."
"Actually Bill, would it be all right if I brought my friend Shannon along? She is another nurse I work with," I inquired trying to sound polite.
"Of course Jane, I insist she joins us. It's my privilege to have lunch with the two of you - on my card of course."
Yes, this was the Bill I knew. I could feel his personality and it was so strange. The personality that was on e-mail was alive and dynamic. Here he was kind, caring and alive. We set the time and place and said good night.
It had been along day and I needed a shower and bed. Shannon read for a while and I wondered about tomorrow as I drifted off to a fine sleep between the cool clean sheets. The air conditioning hummed peacefully and contentedly away under the window, cooling our room and lulling us into dream-land.
The first morning seminar was interesting and both of us took light notes on the handouts provided. My mind was not fully on the program and I drifted off several times thinking of lunch. I'm not sure why it was so important to me - after all it was only a lunch.
We broke from the talk and Shannon turned to me and said, "Well, let's go meet your friend."
I had butterflies and just nodded.
We where about fifteen minutes early and sat drinking tea together.
"Jane, you seem a little apprehensive about meeting Bill," Shannon noted with female intuition.
"A little Shannon," I admitted. "He is a bit of a special person to me."
"And you have never met him," she probed.
I didn't offer any more information -- I couldn't. I didn't know how. Shannon did not know that I had had a relationship with my uncle and or much of my personal history; Bill did. He was special to me and that idea I could not explain easily.
I heard a voice call, "Jane," and I look over towards the host's reception area and there he was.
"He's not bad for an older man, Jane," Shannon observed.
I smiled nervously at her and stood as Bill approached. His eyes were bright, and he was trim. His hair was still fairly thick but fading to a dark gray. It was short in a clean military cut. His dress was smart and appropriate.
"Jane, hello," he greeted and took my hand and held it.
"Hi, Bill, this is Shannon, the friend I mentioned... we work together," I stated, trying to deflect some of the attention off myself.
"Hi, Shannon, very nice to meet you," Bill offered.
He definitely was sincere and friendly. I was comfortable with him from the start. We lunched together and chatted about many different light topics. Bill did not pepper me with questions and avoided any private discussions. It was a bit strange; here was someone I had been intimate with in writing and yet we did not touch any more than the immediate situation. I was worried about some topics coming up in front of Shannon. Bill was great. He knew, and was not slow or deficient with his words... a true gentleman.
Lunch ended and Bill sat back and chatted with us for a while, then asked, "Would you like to see a little of San Diego, ladies?"
A natural pause came to the table.
I thought for a moment and replied, "Yes, Bill that would be nice." My eyes connected with Shannon and she understood.
