Cafe Romance (40 page)

When she turned he raised his hands to her back and shoulders, kneading them with his warm anxious hands. Lowering herself onto the sofa bed, she positioned herself at the edge and shifted slightly to afford him access to more of her exposed back.

Drawing close, he massaged the entire length of her delicate back, her soft neck and smooth shoulders. Unable to contain himself any longer he lowered his hot lips to the smooth texture of her neck and worked his way downward to her exposed back, kissing her, caressing her with his tongue, stirring up an erotic trail of sensual excitement deep within her loins. Not stopping there, he took her hands into his hands, as she rose up off the sofa bed, and for the longest time, they gazed deeply into each other's eyes. Both felt like they were dreaming. It was a dream neither wanted to awaken from for an eternity.

With supplication in his voice, he told her how thoughtful, how sensuous, how beautiful she was. She smiled back and told him a few wonderful things, too. He kissed her forehead tenderly and uttered her name softly and took her into his warm embrace. If he could he would merged their bodies. 

Within seconds he returned to undressing her, kissing her face, shoulders, hands, neck, whatever his lips came into contact with along the way. Oddly, though both were falling in love with one another, tonight held little promise of confession. 

After a brief pause he undid her bra and admired her beautiful round breasts, which swayed in his face. The moment was electrifying for him, after all, he had given her breasts a lot of thought and visual attention in the past. Drawing closer to her he unfastened her form fitting skirt and she stepped out of it. She was wearing lacy black panties. Kurt nodded his approval. It was his turn now.

With her heart pounding wildly, she studied him as he slowly, almost burlesque-like, peeled out of his shirt and trousers.

What a delightful tease, she thought as she admired the sexy black briefs he wore which barely contained his swollen prize. Talk about a complete turn on. What he carried was a work of art. The two embraced again, their shadows casting a theatrical-like silhouette against the flickering candle lit wall. Slowly, they lowered themselves onto the sofa bed to savor more of each other.

He found her feet and began to give her a soothing foot massage, first the right foot and then the left one. Quite masterfully, he worked his hands along her well-defined calves, then her thighs. Minutes later he positioned himself above her and brought his hot mouth over her breasts, stimulating each nipple until they were swollen beyond what most women could handle this side of consciousness. He kissed her playfully and she kissed him back. The two rolled across the bed, one over the other, until she was positioned on top of him.

Reaching over to her lamp table she grabbed a plastic bottle of scented body lotion, dabbed some onto her hand, then set the container down and rubbed his massive chest down, kissing his neck, his heaving muscular chest, and his inner thighs along the way. The musk-scent was intoxicating, instantly arousing. She had purchased the imported lotion for his birthday but never got around to giving it to him. Lowering herself to the area below his ear she inhaled his scent again and again.

There was a slight pause as he rolled them over until he was on top. Very tenderly he led her into a world of unspoken bliss. It had been a while and they intended on savoring every second of this.

As his muscular frame worked its magic from above, beneath him, her undulating form matched his pace and intensity. Waves of ecstasy throbbed through her. She could feel an orgasm slowly building inside of her as her body bucked and squirmed beneath him. Just before she surrendered completely, she closed her eyes and burned into her mind the image of his pleasure and pain filled face as he neared his climax. Then it crept up on her like slow gin. The big eruption! Moaning loudly, she managed to make it through the first wave of her orgasm but it was the second wave that caused her to nearly pass out from ecstasy. Arching his back, his orgasm quickly followed. Beads of perspiration covered their nude bodies.

Exhausted, they collapsed alongside of one another, as the fierce howling winds and rain clashed against the bricked building unmercifully. It was as if the storm had reached its own summit.

Yvette closed her eyes in an effort to fall asleep in his protective arms. As she lay there, she thought ahead. By morning the power would be back on and the two would shower, she would fix him either country buttered biscuits, with eggs and bacon, or country spiced sausage and hot cakes, then sit down with him to eat breakfast. They would watch the news together to get an update on the hurricane that was now passing over the city. And just perhaps, the two just might make love again. Aaah, to be in love, she thought.

C
hapter 23

Y
vette was the first to awake the following morning. Looking down upon her handsome guardian angel, turned lover, she kissed him affectionately on the cheek.

Kurt stirred and opened his eyes and smiled into the sunshine of her gaze, as he brought her into focus. Sitting up, he continued his gaze with the warmest of summer smiles, and reflected silently on the previous night's activities. That thought produced a bigger smile.

Taking a cue from her, he followed her into the bathroom and they showered together. Breakfast followed. It was hotcakes, scrambled eggs, and country sausage, for him. It was a malt weight-loss drink and a slice of toast for her.

Though the Tampa area was heavily hit, the brunt force of the hurricane ripped through Sarasota, just south of Tampa, the newscaster had said.

Peering out of the kitchen window both could see that the street was littered with broken tree limbs and branches. Trash was scattered about the area too. Less than a yard away, two stray dogs sifted through a torn bag of garbage. The news report also stated that there were several power lines down and most of the coastal city was still without electricity. There was flooding in some areas and damage to numerous homes and businesses, though not as bad as the city had expected. Fortunately, the severe storm system had weakened a few hours before landfall and had been downgraded to a category two before it struck the region. Public schools and most businesses were closed for the day to assess the damage.

Later, Kurt headed out. Driving along roads that resembled obstacle courses, his first stop was at the tutoring center he had founded, which had opened up weeks earlier. The center was the one major thing he felt he had done with his money that was worthwhile; aside from the assistance he had provided to his family and friends. He was extremely proud of it. He gave a visual inspection from outside his car. Everything appeared fine.

Removing his dark shaded sunglasses, he walked over to the building to take a closer look. There appeared to be no structural damage. Just a few overturned trashcans and severed tree limbs lying nearby.

Getting back into his car, he drove off. His proud face soon turned to deep concern as he drove home to see how well things had held up there. He arrived there minutes later.

With the exception of several broken tree limbs and branches, and several overturned outdoor chairs and a patio table, which was now submerged in the pool, he was pleased that his estate had survived the high winds and heavy rains virtually unscathed. He got to work right away and started cleaning up the grounds. He called Roxanne later to see how she had weathered the storm then he took a nap. He spent the better half of the afternoon trading stocks over the computer and thinking about Yvette. What had transpired between them, would certainly be an event he'd remember for the remainder of his life.

R
oxanne had just slipped on a pair of brown panty hose, brown shorts and an oversized cotton shirt when her phone rang. As she fastened up the last two buttons, she hurried over to the phone to answer it. It was her guardian angel Kurt. He said he was on his way over. Fine, she thought.  She had been wanting to talk to him, to tell him she had grown tire of being alone and cooped up and wanted to return back up North to start a new life. “I want a divorce,” she had told Don a few days before. Dishearten, he insisted that she meet with him so that they could work things out. Roxanne was not having any of that, though. She had been his enslaved wife long enough and had no plans of revisiting that role or letting him come back into her life. The only time she wanted to see him was in court. In the meantime, she was ready to do something with her life. But what?

When he arrived, Kurt listened empathetically, having taken a seat across from her. The two had not seen each other in over a week. But that’s the way Kurt wanted it. He was not about to give her false encouragement or hope that the two of them could ever get back together. Still it pained him to know that she was wrestling with her career choices along with her failed marriage. It pained him also to know that what she really needed, he could not offer her. The challenge was finding out exactly what she wanted to do.

After some deep probing and coaxing, she narrowed her choices down to acting. Aside from being some rich man’s wife and companion, she had always wanted to be an actress, especially having watched all of those Grace Kelly movies in her youth. Kurt wasn’t optimistic but it was a start. He assured her that he would make inquiries about the best acting schools in the area and get back to her. Thanking him endlessly, Roxanne walked him to the door.

“Look, Kurt.  I am truly grateful for all that you have done for me,” she began, gazing up into his dark caring eyes. “I only wished things were different between us. I know you’ve got this thing going for Yvette. In many ways I envy her. She’s a very lucky woman. By the way, I was wondering, did you ever tell her about your vast fortune?”

Casting his eyes upon her inquiring gaze, he replied, almost reluctantly, “No, not yet.”

“Well, when do you plan on telling her?”

“Soon, Roxanne,” he grimaced. “Very soon.”

“Well, good luck.  I hope she is everything you’re looking for in a woman.”

“Oh, she is,” he added. With that he took a kiss on the cheek and departed.

A week later, he drove over to Yvette's place to meet her son Terence, who was visiting for the weekend. It was to be their first meeting. The three decided to dine out, and afterwards they attended the state fair. After their carnival fun they retreated to Yvette's condo for a game of Trivial Pursuit. Video games came next. 

An hour later and the two computer whizzes still had yet to re-surface from the study. Yvette could have easily felt forgotten and abandoned but she was very pleased the two most important men in her life were hitting it off well.

While her two men bonded, she ironed some clothes for the upcoming workweek. When the two finally emerged from her study and joined her, Yvette was watching a television sitcom. Eventually, the two lovers retreated to the kitchen. As soon as Kurt sat down, she positioned herself behind him and allowed her hands to rest on his shoulders with her long fingers.

“You seem a little tense, darling,” she said, as she began to knead his shoulders. “Don’t worry. This massage is just what you need.”

Kurt smiled and leaned back against her. Her hands were warm and soothing. Picking up the daily newspaper on the table he began to read the front page. As she massaged him, she glanced over his shoulder, and said, “I see that Bob Gates is in the news again. What’s he up to now?” 

“Who’s Bob Gates?” Kurt asked, as he drew the article closer to inspect.

“Bob Gates is probably the richest man in Tampa. He’s an investment banker. He presides over one of the largest chains of banks in the state of Florida.”

“Is that so,” he sighed deeply, reveling in the massage he was getting.

“Yvette paused briefly, saying, “Look, he’s just another rich guy, that’s all.”

“Doesn’t sound like he’s one of your favorite persons.”

Yvette did not care for rich business types. She felt that they were self-centered, self-serving and power hungry. Few cared about the little guy. Sure, she admired successful people, people who made it up the ladder through hard honest work, she just did not care much for those who conned, bullied and wrangled their way to the top. It went double for those born into wealth.

“Well, it looks like his banking firm is about to merge with another local bank.”

“I’m not surprised,” she leered. “It’s probably more like a takeover, if you want to ask me. The rich are never satisfied with just being rich. Rumor going around, at one time, was that he was thinking about purchasing the
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“What happened?”

“I’m not sure, but he probably found a better deal to go after,” she said, in amused contempt.

Kurt sat up straight. The look in his eyes was one of contemplation. Though he fully intended on telling Yvette about his wealth, he decided that tonight was not the night. He would have to tell her soon, though.

“Look, enough of Bob Gates and the likes,” she said, walking over to the refrigerator. “I know you probably wished you were rich, baby. Don’t worry, though. I just want me a good hard working man who’s down to earth. That someone being you, sweetie,” she purred, walking back over to him and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

Enlighten, he decided to take her up on her offer of sliced apple pie a ’la mode. He had put it off earlier. 

T
hursday evening was hair saloon day for Yvette. Juanita also had an appointment. It had been two weeks since the two had gotten together, other than over the phone. Though they usually visited the hair saloon twice a month, both had been either too busy or too tired to keep faithful to that schedule in recent weeks.

After the perm session the two women stopped by Juanita's apartment and continued their early evening chat. Yvette wasted no time updating Juanita on the events of the past week, the main event being her romantic re-involvement with Kurt.