Authors: Curtis Bennett
“That’s deep, man.” Kurt added, with a somber gaze.
"You see, to Sharon, the point was not so much that my brother failed to keep a shared confidence. It was that I said anything at all. I tell you, Kurt, I felt like a complete ass that day. It was one of the lowest points in my life. Believe me, I learned my lesson well, though it nearly cost me the most important woman in my life, at the time."
"You guys got back together?" Kurt was curious to know.
"Well, it took quite a while for Sharon to put her complete trust in me again, but she eventually did...about a year and half later, if my memory serves me right. It was never quite the same after that, though."
"I guess not. But Sharon was right. Trust is important in a relationship, any relationship," Kurt accentuated. "I will even go as far as saying it is everything in a relationship," he added.
Earl chuckled reminiscently, then more seriously, "My advice to any man is this, and this is the bottom line - if she's worth it, keep her to yourself! Don’t let others ruin a great thing. And never be the one to ruin your good thing."
"Well spoken," Kurt quipped. "It reminds me of an old saying by Norb Otto
"None are so fond of secrets as those who spread them!"
"Who's Norb Otto?"
"Hell if I know," Kurt replied, then added, "But I remember the saying."
"I think I’ll remember it too," Earl smiled. "Enough of me. Let's get back to your love life. It sounds as if you lost someone very dear," Earl said, his large hand wrapped around a cold brew he had just pulled from the refrigerator. "You know, it's been a while since we updated one another about our love life."
"Yeah, you're right. And it's true. I did lose someone special. I dropped the ball on this one and big time but my hope is that she will come around and realize how much I truly care about her."
"If you feel that strongly about her, then go after her, Kurt," Earl advised wisely. "I mean, it's not like she's married to the other guy."
"Well, you have a point there," Kurt replied softly. “But I’m still married.”
“That can be remedied. Just the same, if you love this woman, go for it! Put Leslie behind you.”
After a pause, Kurt asked, “How’s your love life coming along?”
“If I told you, you’d want to laugh,” Earl replied with a grin.
For such a short visit the two dove deeply into their conversation. Kurt had mentioned his dilemma with Roxanne but Earl dismissed her as a possible money grabber. He remembered Roxanne from their school days. He warned Kurt to keep his guard up around her until she returned to Virginia with her husband. “Bed her, if that’s what she wants, and bed her down good…but never ever fall for her again, you got that?” Earl warned his friend.
“It’s not even like that anymore,” Kurt said, his voice fading.
After that, the two business partners and friends brought their dialogue to a close and Earl departed.
C
hapter 17
I
t was one of those lazy Saturday afternoons everyone dreams of having. The skies were overcast, the dark rolling cloud formations huge. In the distance a summer storm was in the making. Inside Kurt's place, all was calm. With an early morning eight mile bike ride and refreshing warm shower under his belt, he had quietly dozed off, an open paperback lying across his bare heaving chest. There was a knock on the door, followed by several more knocks.
Rising up, abruptly, from his sleep, he scrambled to compose himself, and get his bearings. Setting the book down, he headed for the door. It was Roxanne his neighbor who lived in the 36-foot Vectra Grand Tour motorhome, a Winnebago luxury model, on the lot next to his. She had the day off too and was bored to death. While watching a mediocre made for television movie she remembered her interesting and charming neighbor named Kurt. What a good time to be neighborly, she thought.
"Hello, Roxanne," said Kurt, with a warm captivating smile.
"Hello neighbor!" she replied, her eyes gleaming. "I thought I'd drop by to see what you were up to, and to chat. That is, if you aren't already preoccupied. I wouldn't want to impose or anything."
"Oh no. Please, do come in," he said, stifling a yawn. "I was just reading a book and I guess I dozed off."
"Thank you!" she beamed, as he held the door open for her to passed through.
"Looks as if it's going to rain," Kurt said, gazing up into the vast gray ether before closing the door behind him. She nodded with a smile.
Kurt could not help but notice the form fitting white shorts she wore and waist-length camisole with spaghetti straps and lace grommet front. By the way her camisole was loosely laced, exposing a fair amount of cleavage, it was easy for him to see that she was not wearing a bra. He began to wonder what exactly she had on her mind. Her voluptuous body, green eyes, even her walk, had a seductive quality about them today. And it brought to mind a previous visit, some weeks earlier. During that visit she coerced him into rubbing sunscreen lotion all over her back, thighs, and shoulders. The woman was a stick of dynamite waiting to explode.
"Well, what have you been up to lately, Kurt?" she asked, as she sat down and crossed her shapely legs. Kurt seated himself on a swivel recliner across from her. Damn! What nice looking legs, he thought.
"Not very much," he replied, surveying her jewelry for the first time, several gold wrist bracelets and diamond earrings, three on each ear.
There was a loud crackling and roar of thunder in the distant skies.
"You know Kurt, days like this are good for only one of two things," she proclaimed, with daring eyes that teased and hinted of unspoken promises of things to come.
"And what may those two things be?" Kurt retorted, his pulse beating faster.
"Sleeping is one of them," she answered, giving him a provocative and daring gaze.
"And the other?" he swallowed.
"I think you know what the other one is," she purred like a cat in heat, tearing her gaze from his eyes and training it on his crotch. Rising up from the sofa she took his hands into hers and guided him up off of the chair. She then stroked his heaving chest with her hands and sighed.
"Forgive me Kurt, but I’m just so horny," she said with sultry bedroom eyes.
Kurt was speechless.
Turning herself around, she rubbed, then pressed, her firm round bottom teasingly against the bulge forming in his tight denims and took his arms and wrapped her slender form in his embrace. As he bear hugged her, she ran her fingers through her curly hair and cooed softly, sensuously. She was a bundle of passion, an animal burning with unbridled desire.
Without fanfare or shame she grinded her bottom hungrily against his growing mass, still cooing sweet seductive animal sounds. Caught completely off guard by her spirited seduction, hot body grind, and intoxicating perfume, Kurt found himself kneading her breasts, cupping them in both hands, teasing and taunting them until her nipples grew hard and erect through the soft material. She was not wearing a bra.
It had been nearly a year and half since Kurt had engaged a woman sexually. Right now, it appeared that he was about to be re-baptized in the waters of wanderlust and passion. No doubt, he was as weak as any man could be with desire. Roxanne’s devilish taunting and hot femme fatale body made his state of arousal that much more obvious. Her firm but soft bottom, which was still grinding against his manhood unmercifully, posed a challenge to him. But today Kurt was no match for this skilled temptress. Today he would fall victim to primal instinct.
Without ceremony he slowly, but deliberately, unfastened the spaghetti straps of her camisole, removing the one barrier left between his eager hands and her heaving globes. And as he massaged and caressed her ample mounds, he left a trail of wet kisses along the base of her neck to just below her earlobes. Taking charge, he spun her body around until she was face to face with him. He eased her close to him, his hands gripping her small waist gently, and kissed her hard and long...hungrily. Then he pulled away, momentarily.
"Are you sure this is what you want Roxanne?" he asked, his eyes gazing down into her steamy gaze, her face now glowing in a mixture of lightly beaded sweat.
"Yes, and baby, I want all you have to give!" she quipped, with a sense of urgency in her voice, as she tugged at his trousers.
Dropping to her knees, she took him. All of him! Like the skilled seductress she appeared to be, she worked her hot mouth all over him, adding intensity and passion to his already aroused state, an intensity and passion within his manly loins, which would remain unrivaled for some time to come. As she serviced him, she became more than steamed herself when she gazed up at him and saw his face stark in pure sexual bliss. His normally well-chiseled and masculine face was now a mask of pain, pleasure, and surprise, all rolled into one. This bewitching temptress, knew the effect she was having on him and it pleased her. Before long she knew she had to have him completely.
Standing up she worked her fingers feverishly until her clothes hit the floor. She then helped undress him. Standing nude, both fine chiseled specimens of the male/female anatomy, the two about-to-be lovers embraced and caressed and ravished one another.
Kurt took great liberty in exploring her body with his hot eager hands, sending ripples after ripples of pleasure throughout her soul and being. He squeezed her buttocks gently and tenderly stroked her thighs, and told her how beautiful a woman she was. He also told her how wonderfully soft she felt, how turned on he was. How she was his dream come true.
By now she was ready to go nympho on Kurt, as she felt herself being engulfed in a current of erotic stimuli as his probing hands continued to set her off, one touch after another. She was burning with passion and desire, no doubt, and thought she had come close to passing out when he lowered his hot mouth and kissed her throat, the curve of her shoulder, and finally her moist lips. He was definitely a great kisser, she concluded, as he probed and titillated her mouth craftsmanly until she began to moan softly and cling to him tightly. Kurt, too, was overwhelmed by the pleasure he was receiving from her hot kisses. A kaleidoscope of erotic emotions rose in him as his heart pounded madly inside of him: anxiousness, fear, lust, pain, desire, anticipation, excitement, and sheer pleasure.
Finally, the moment came when their eyes met and they both knew it was time to take things to the next level.Then as quickly as she had appeared at Kurt's door, she was gone, leaving Kurt to wonder what was going on. If he remembered anything at all, it was slipping back into a deep coma-like sleep
.
Peace of mind. It seemed to last an eternity until a loud nearby knocking shocked him out of the solitude he had just enjoyed.
Rising up from the sofa Kurt appeared confused, disorientated. At first he did not know what to make of it. He did not know the time of day, nor where he was. His awakening had been abrupt. Seconds later he heard another series of loud knocks in the distance and a familiar voice.
"Kurt, it's me!" a woman's voice announced. "It's me, Vanessa, your neighbor!"
Walking hurriedly over to the door, he squinted into the peephole, waited for Vanessa’s face to come into focus, then opened it and greeted her warmly, realizing that what he had just experienced was nothing more than a dream, a
fantaisie d'extraordinaire
. One that was all too real to him, he mused. Now that his head had cleared of all the fog he suddenly realized that his dream was actually based on his attractive neighbor Vanessa, whose role as seductress in his dream was played by Roxanne. Talk about latent desires. The women in his life were definitely having an effect on him.
As in the dream, Vanessa lived in the lot next to him. Vanessa Santiago was her name. A young, beautiful, and attractive woman in her late twenties, Vanessa had met him a month earlier.
God, he did not need another woman in his life to complicate matters, he told himself. But sometimes you just could not escape being a good neighbor.
A faulty water valve in Vanessa’s motorhome, a month earlier, precipitated her first visit. Not knowing where or whom she could turn to she ventured over to his motorhome and introduced herself to him and asked him if she could use his shower that evening, and the following morning, just until she could get her water valve problem fixed the following day. And like an understanding neighbor, he obliged her. It wasn’t easy for him, though, hearing the sound of running water filter through the bedroom door, knowing that a warm and young chiseled female body was inside of his most private and personal space.
Later that day, the two talked and even wound up having dinner together at his place. She was as impressed with his motorhome as he was of hers, and she told him so.
During their quiet dinner, he learned that she was a widow who had once been married to an older and wealthy investment banker. Her husband, who was twenty-five years her senior, died from a heart attack a year earlier. He had no surviving children. Fortunately, Vanessa, who was twenty-seven, at the time, had a good head on her.
Being a financially savvy woman, she had managed to invest $400,000 of her husband’s $600,000 life insurance in high-tech stocks and bonds, along with a few blue chip stocks. The remainder of the money was invested in a business venture. She used some of the money she received from the sale of their $400,000 home to purchase the luxury motorhome she now lived in. She even had the benevolent mindset to donate fifty grand to local charities.
Vanessa had always been a free spirited person, very independent, and did not mind living out of her dainty wide-bodied palace on wheels. After all, it boasted many of the amenities one would find in a site-built home, and it was just as cozy and relaxing. Low maintenance too. It suited her and her short hair cat Diamond, very well.