Okay, so a little about me. I am 48 years old, 6'1", 185 lbs, single (divorced many years ago), live on Cape Cod but love to travel and am an independent investor.
Last September, I drove to one of my favorite North American cities, Montreal. My intent was to research several local companies and as well as to soak up the local culture. I am convinced that many of the most gorgeous women in the world live in Montreal. Unlike most parts of the States, many of them dress in a sophisticated manner and show real outward personality. Their accents also drive me crazy. Unfortunately many of them smoke cigarettes but that is a complaint for a different venue.
I checked in to a small hotel east of downtown that I have stayed at several times before, intending on staying for three days. On the second day, I had a mini crisis of sorts with my credit card company. The end result was that I needed the services of a local bank to receive some local currency. I wandered in to a downtown office of one of the big Canadian banks. A young gentleman listened to my needs and was able to take care of my transaction very quickly and efficiently. While walking out, I passed the manager's office and thought I should let him or her know how pleased I was. As an investor, I always pay attention to customer service, both good and bad. It is often an indication of the strength of management.
The manager was a really attractive woman. I guessed mid forties, perfect blond shoulder length hair, blue eyes, maybe 5'4" and slender. She was dressed in a corporate style, black business suit, skirt brushing her knees, red blouse, maybe 3" heels, some non-flashy jewelry and non-flashy makeup including perfect red lipstick. Again very corporate but certainly nothing sexy. And clearly someone who cared about her appearance. I walked in, introduced myself and she stood to shake my hand. I got a slight whiff of her perfume that I couldn't place but was very nice. My intent was only to stay a minute but we started chatting. It was one of those magical meetings where both parties know about five minutes in that you have an interest in each other. After forty five minutes, Yvette reluctantly said that she had to attend a meeting. I took that as my cue and asked her out to dinner. She readily agreed with the provision that she choose the restaurant. She asked if she could call me after her meeting.
I picked up Yvette at seven. She was absolutely stunning. No longer the corporate type, she wore a short black dress with spaghetti straps (yes, the quintessential little black dress!), hose, much higher heeled sandals, long sparkly earrings and a blazer. Her makeup was borderline slutty but classy if that makes any sense with lips that just shimmered, begging to be kissed. I was stuck by the ease in how she walked in the heels. So many women who wear heels struggle to walk in them and the sexiness is somehow lost.
She lived in an older neighborhood in Montreal itself. The house had a lived in feel and I guessed that she had lived there for many years. Yvette explained that we were going to a family style Chinese restaurant that did not serve alcohol and asked if I would like a drink before we left. I accepted and we started to talk. Her husband and son had died five years previously in a private plane crash which clearly had devastated her. Her daughter had just started grad school in Chicago after having earning her under grad degree locally at McGill while living at home. Yvette was three weeks in to living by herself without family for the first time in many years.
I explained that I had worked on Wall Street after college, got married to a corporate attorney and then divorced at 31 when I suddenly decided that I did not like the life that I was leading. I am still very friendly with my ex-wife but she is now going through her third divorce which only reinforces my decision. I struggled to invest on my own for a few years but am now very successful. This in turn allows me to travel whenever the urge presents itself. I am very close to the children of both my brother and sister and family is a big part of my life. I have a number of casual lady friends, some of whom are "professionals" (no, I did not admit that to Yvette!) but haven't had a serous relationship in ages.
The Chinese restaurant was truly a unique experience. Loud and raucous, various dishes were served directly from carts wheeled through the dining room. I was impressed that Yvette spoke enough Chinese to communicate with the staff. As the evening progressed I just desired her so much on so many different levels. She was clearly a knockout physically, she was sexy beyond belief, she was intelligent, worldly and every other good thing. I fell in love that night and she did too.
When we arrived back at Yvette's house, while nothing was said, it was clear that I would spend the night. Once in the door, we immediately started kissing softly. Within minutes, she led me by the hand to her bedroom. We proceeded slowly, touching each other, savoring every minute of the experience. After a good fifteen minutes, I unzipped her dress and found incredibly sexy black lingerie, bra, panties and garters which I hadn't seen since I was married. Her body was just wonderful, soft and thrilling and responsive. I just couldn't stop touching her, holding her, loving her nor could she. We went at it until at least three in the morning. We were both very glad that I had been presumptuous enough to buy condoms!
The following morning Yvette asked me to stay with her for a week so I retrieved my belongings from the hotel. At the end of the week, it was clear to both of us that we would never leave each other. So despite some misgivings from both of our families especially Yvette's daughter, Kristen, we drove to my home on Cape Cod and I packed up many of my belongings and brought them to Montreal. The trip also afforded my family the opportunity to meet Yvette and all loved her almost as much as I did.
I gradually met Yvette's large family. A few were suspicious of me and could not understand how I made money. One uncle clearly thought that I was out to get her money but I was friendly with all and became especially good friends with her brother. I still had not met Kristen but had spoken with her on the phone a number of times. I had seen numerous pictures of her. She was taller than her mom, still very slim at 23, and according to Yvette, very outgoing and funny and a bit of a wise ass. Her undergrad degree was in journalism and that is what she was studying in grad school.
Kristen was due home for a month long semester break about ten days before Christmas. As the day approached, Yvette clearly was becoming anxious about whether Kristen would accept me. I loved Yvette so much that I was determined to do anything that I could to make Kristen comfortable. And while Kristen and Yvette talked on the phone daily, I knew that Yvette missed her very much.
Kristen's flight was due midafternoon on a weekday. Yvette was going to take the afternoon off from work and we would pick her up together. An issue came up at the bank and Yvette almost tearfully called and asked if I could pick her up by myself.
