HI Readers,
I can't thank you all enough for the wonderful feedback on my first story. You sure know how to make a girl feel special.
So here's chapter 2 in the story of Ben and Mia. I hope you all enjoy it - and again - feedback please!!
Special thanks to Gapster7 for editing this for me - you are the best!!
Happy Reading!
-Rain City Child
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I woke up to the smell of coffee and the bed shifting as Ben sat down next to me. I opened my eyes, slowly, and groaned.
"NO! Did I mention how much I HATE mornings?" I groaned and rolled away, covering my head with the pillow.
A chuckle came from Ben as he lifted the pillow off my head.
"Good morning, Mia. Time to get up, you've missed half the day!" he joked, brushing my hair away from my face.
I scrunched my face and kept my eyes closed tightly, but couldn't hide my smile.
"What time is it? And if you say anything before 11am, I'm going to HURT you!"
Another laugh from Ben as he pulled the blankets off my naked body.
"It's just after 9am..." he paused as his hand moved up and down my exposed back.
SMACK! His hand spanked my ass, then rubbed and squeezed.
"Mmmm, now that is how I like to be woken up in the morning!" I laughed, turning over and sitting up.
"Seriously, though, 9am? The game doesn't start until one. There are HOURS of sleep to be had. Oh, and speaking of the game, I need to get home to get dressed. I HAVE to wear my Lynch jersey for every game. And since you insisted on waking me at such an ungodly hour, let's go get breakfast and then..." I trailed off.
I didn't want to assume anything. Yesterday into last night was such a wonderful surprise. But today, I didn't know what was going to happen. Maybe last night was it. I figured I'd let him decide on how things should go.
"Breakfast sounds good. 5 Spot shouldn't be too crowded right now. Then, yes, I'll get you home to get your sacred jersey." He rolled his eyes and I smacked his arm. "And then we come back here to watch. I have a bit of work to do, so you can watch the game while I do it."
I smiled at his plan, looking at the gorgeous man sitting next to me. In the morning light his blue eyes sparkled behind his wire rim glasses. His hair, white/gray/silver, was cut short, but looked so dapper. He smiled at me as I took my time looking him over. I leaned in to kiss him - a quick one as I had not brushed my teeth - and he reciprocated, his hands in my hair holding me close.
"I need to pee and brush my teeth. Give me two minutes!" I said, pulling away and getting up. "Can I borrow a hoodie or sweater?"
Ben watched my naked form as I moved across his bedroom to the bathroom.
"Yes, I'll have one out here for you whenever you're dressed."
"Thanks, babe!" I called over my shoulder, laughing softly to myself at the pet name that I suddenly decided to give him.
His bathroom was huge, dominated by a shower stall with multiple shower heads throughout and one of those rain heads that sits in the middle. It looked heavenly, but we showered - together - the night before and I was in a hurry to get ready as he was waiting. I brushed my teeth with the extra toothbrush that I found sitting on the counter. Looking in the mirror I sighed. I had that "just got fucked face" that everyone talks about. My hair was rumpled, my skin had a beautiful glow, and I couldn't wipe the stupid smile from my face. Flashes from the night before flooded my mind as I freshened up. I giggled when I noticed a few "love bites" on and around my breasts, one at the base of my neck, and one on the back of my shoulder. I remembered each one, my fingers brushing over the bruises. My pussy clenched with each memory, my nipples hardening in the warm room.
Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself and headed out to get dressed. As promised a grey hoodie was folded on the bed next to my clothes. I quickly pulled on my jeans, sans panties, my bra and his hoodie. A quick brush through my hair with my fingers and I was ready to go. Ben was sitting at the kitchen counter reading his phone and sipping on coffee when I finally emerged. I walked up behind him and set down my cup, having brought my coffee from the bedroom. My hands, now free, wrapped around his back, hugging myself to his strong body. My lips kissed his neck as he set down his phone and cup to hold my arms. He turned his head and we kissed again. It was a long and lingering kiss this time and I never wanted it to end. He turned around on the stool and pulled me close between his legs. We kissed some more, my arms wrapped around his neck and resting on his shoulders while his hands gripped my ass.
"We should go eat before it gets too crowded," he whispered against my lips, our foreheads pushed together.
"Or we could stay here and do this all day..." I said with a smile, my fingers caressing the back of his neck and down his back.
"Food. Now. Let's go." he said, each statement punctuated with a playful smack on my ass.
"FINE. Ugh, you're a morning person..." I grumbled jokingly, letting him go and walking to the door to get my shoes. "I hate mornings - and I hate morning people..."
Gathering up my purse we left his place and walked up to the 5 Spot, a popular breakfast place. It was crowded, but we were able to get a table pretty quickly. Sitting down at the small table, we ordered our food and sipped coffee.
"So," I said, "tell me more about you, Ben. I mean, I know some stuff, but...well, tell me more."
Ben set his cup down and reached over to hold my hand. It was such a simple gesture, but I loved it. It was like he didn't like not touching me. I could see when we were seated that he was trying to figure out how to move our chairs to be next to one another. But the restaurant was small and our table was tiny, so we sat across from one another.
"Let's see..." he began. "I'm 58 years old. My birthday is in August. For work, I own an IT company that I started with my good friend, Brian, about 30 years ago. He and I started it in our apartment and eventually moved into a small office. After about 10 years we were able to move into the Rainier Building downtown. We now have over 50 employees and have been quite successful. I've enjoyed owning, running and working at the company, but I think it's time I transition to a more background position. Let Brian take over."
The waitress brought our food out and we began to eat, still holding hands. At one point I had to use both and reluctantly let go of his. He moved his hand back to his lap, but I felt his leg against mine and sighed. Contact.
"But it's still my company, so I'll work as more of a consultant and all of that. Can't let go fully just yet, but definitely time to step back. As you know, I'd like to do other things - like photography and maybe some writing too," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "What about you? What do you do besides tend bar at Purple and go to school?"
I smiled at him, loving the way he looked at me when he spoke, genuinely interested in the conversation we were having. Taking a quick sip of water, I put my fork down to dive into my story.
"Well, I'm in my last year at UW getting my Masters in Sociology. I should be a teacher, professor even if I wanted to go get my PhD, but I don't know. Teaching was my first love, or so I thought. But after all these years of school, I'm just not sure i want to go into education anymore. I love my classes and professors and all of that, but just not sure I want to keep going after this quarter ends. So, in the meantime, I'm at Purple most nights and weekends - except this one - and go to school 4 days a week. Not much else to tell about my work life, really."
He smiled as he listened and ate, sipping his coffee slowly, watching me. His leg was up against mine and never left. The waitress came by to refresh our drinks and take away our empty plates. As soon as the table was cleared, Ben was holding his hand out for mine.
"Ben...have you ever been married? Kids?" I blurted out, instantly blushing at my brashness. "Sorry - you don't have to answer that...I'm just, well, curious."
He smiled warmly at me and squeezed my hand before answering me.
"I was married a long time ago. My ex-wife and I met as teenagers and fell in love. Married young, we were happy for a while. But we parted ways after 20 years. No kids." He paused for a moment.
"Life just got in the way of our marriage and we drifted apart. Thankfully, we were both mature enough to admit it and we divorced quietly and amicably."
I tried to hide the shock on my face, but knew I wasn't doing a good job of it. Again, my face reddened.
"I'm sorry, I'm not shocked that you were married, I'm more shocked about the amicable divorce and all of that. I guess I assumed after 20 years it would be messy. That's very cool. And since then, you just date or girlfriends?"
At this point I had already opened Pandora's box so figured I might as well go all in. I wanted to know everything about him. He fascinated me on many levels and, honestly, I wanted to know if there was someone else in his life, or if maybe...it could be me. But I wasn't naive enough to think that a man of his age would want a relationship with someone almost half their age. I figured last night was our night and today, well, it was just icing on the cake before saying goodbye. If I had my way, it wouldn't be the end, but I wasn't about to assume anything.
Ben eyed me for a minute before he answered. "I don't date, to be honest. I haven't really met anyone I wanted to spend time with. A few friends have set me up throughout the years, but in general, I like my time alone. Dating can be so much work and then lead to nothing. And although a night out with someone and maybe a little more is nice from time to time, it's not really my thing. It's nice to come and go and do whatever it is I feel like doing, whenever the mood hits. People usually think it's lonely, but I think it's quite nice."
