Authors: Susan Harris
“A woman?” he
replied and Frank’s mom said yes.
“Son, we’re so
happy for you, of course you can come, just confirm the dates and we will take
the time out, anything for you son, you know that, just can’t believe you will
finally be coming over”
He handed mom
back the phone.
“Son, she’s
not, you know”
“No she’s not
pregnant mom.” Frank shook his head as he laughs to himself.
“Miss you son”
she said. Frank paused, feeling guilty that it had taken him meeting someone
for him to hop on a plane to see his parents.
“Miss you too
mom” and with that he kissed the phone and told her he would see her soon.
You
know they’re up to something when they keep smiling.
I was now back
at work after two reluctant weeks off. So much seemed to have changed and I had
a lot of work to catch up on. At least the last time off was classed as
holiday.
Rebecca was
also back and lucky for me, our friendship did not suffer. I had slept so well
over the past few weeks and I knew in my heart that my ordeal was over.
I was so happy
with Frank and the amount of love and attention that he showed me. I told
Rebecca that I had decided to book the trip for him to visit his parents but
would do it nearer Christmas time and that would be my Christmas present to him,
which was going to be four months away.
She also told
me that she and Julian had become a lot closer over the last few weeks; he even
came out to visit her when she was off. I was pleased for them both as Julian
was a nice guy, she couldn’t ask for more.
When Frank
came home that evening he had the biggest smile on his face.
“You’re
happy?” I said, “Is there something I should know about?”
“Just had a
good day at work, that’s all” before he kissed me and swooped me up.
“Ok” I said,
looking even more puzzled.
We ate and
Frank still had that smile on his face. What was up with him?
He spent the
next few hours in his study and I retired upstairs and checked my emails.
There were one
hundred and twenty eight in total, but I took out the junk ones and names I
didn’t know. I sifted through what was left but there was nothing much in
there.
He came up
late as I was resting, and I felt him brush his nose by my ear and kiss me on my
cheek. I turned to face him, breathing in his aftershave.
“Are you
asleep?” I nodded my head, and wrapped my hands around his neck. He lifted me
up and I wrapped my legs around him as we kissed.
My tongue was
so deep inside his mouth I moaned as the pleasure built up inside of me, two
weeks without this.
He placed me
back on the bed and started to undress, but I stopped him, this was my job to
undress
him
and I wanted to enjoy seeing every part of him bare.
I’d missed
this over the weeks but he knew I wasn’t ready; I tried to undo his shirt
buttons slowly but Frank interjected and not far from ripped his shirt off,
yanking at the cuffs, I smile.
I unzipped his
trousers as he stepped out of them, his bulge plain to see and I looked back up
at him.
“He missed
you” and I laugh.
“Tell him I
missed him too”
He lifted up my
top and my excitement was also plain to see, my nipples already hard and
waiting, the need to be sucked, licked, pinched and bitten, I wanted it all.
I pulled down
his boxers and his cock bounced free. As I looked at it, it rose even more.
My bottoms
followed shortly. He grabbed my breast and fitted as much of it in his mouth as
possible. He bent down and widened my legs as if the world was coming to an end
and this was his last fuck, but what a way to go, he buried his head there
licking and sucking, just at the right level, soft but sensual as he dragged me
down to the floor placing me on my back and lifting me high enough so that my
bottom was off the floor and my legs were hanging over his shoulder, I go to
take in a breath as Frank rams his cock into me.
“Ahh” as the
pain hit me first and the pleasure took over soon afterwards. This was what I
loved the most, the way he fucked me, hard and fast, his balls thrusting
against me.
The noises Frank
was making was pushing me even closer to climax, “more” I said as he pulls out
of me and turns me over, I was now on all fours as he enters me from behind.
I meet his trusts
by pushing back upon him, he gives my bottom a smack and I make a noise as the
pleasure goes through me again.
His pace never
slowed and I was sure I was going to get carpet burns at this rate, nothing a
pair of trousers wouldn’t hide I thought to myself.
We stopped again
as we change positions Frank now lying on the floor as I straddled him, his
cock shooting straight up my insides. I’m sure it was trying to find another
way out.
We both moaned
together, our bodies both hot and clammy; this was what sex should be like.
I rode him
over and over, bouncing on him as he rammed his cock further in, his hips
lifting off the floor as his hands gripped my waist pulling me down to meet his
thrust.
The hardness
took over as he swelled inside me, his breathing telling me that he was about
to burst.
I squeezed my
clit tighter as he grabbed hold of my ass and he came, shooting hot juice right
in me over and over; I came not long after, my insides throbbing and sucking
all that he had left inside to give me, before collapsing next to him on the
floor.
We stayed like
that for some time, with him still inside me, still semi hard as I rested my
hand on his chest, waiting for his breathing to go back to normal.
We cleaned
ourselves up and went to bed, but Frank was not sleepy at all so we talked.
“I’ve booked
us a little break away, nothing fancy, we leave next Friday”
I shot up out
of bed, “How long for?”
“Two weeks?”
“But I can’t,
I have a lot on at work, I can’t replan that much in such a short space of
time, plus I have not been back long, what must they think of me?”
“I’ve already
cleared it”
“Don’t tell me
you have given it all to Rebecca?”
“Nope” I
didn’t know what else to say, he was smiling again and I had no clue why.
“Where are we
going?”
“You’ll know
once we get to the airport” and with that he kissed me and said goodnight.
He was leaving
me to stir and I knew that he was still smiling even though his back was
towards me. I lay back down and thought of all the places that I would love to
see, Barbados, Antigua, Turks & Caicos, the list went on but it had to be
as a tourist and not via a business trip as you never truly can spend the time sightseeing,
so could it be what this was, a business trip he was taking me on?
I gave up
after a while and drifted off to sleep.
At work I told
Rebecca about Frank’s trip but she just kept saying don’t forget to take lots
of pictures if you get time and get some sexy bikinis and don’t forget to buy
sun block.
It was only
then that I realised I didn’t even know if we were going to Europe or further
afield, so I planned to ask him tonight at home.
“Frank, this trip
we’re going on, would I need to take some sun block?”
“Whatever you
think you may need dear” He was smiling again.
“Will it be
hot?”
“I think they
said the weather should be pleasant.”
“Ahh Frank,
just tell me, I need to plan.”
This drama
went on for days and I gave up in the end. He was being so cagy but I loved how
he looked and how “this trip” was making him happy, he radiated and that made
me love him even more.
It was time to
pack and I tried to sneak a peak at what he was packing but he shooed me out
every time. When he was in his study he would lock his case; he could hear me
screaming as he shouted from downstairs.
“Knew you
couldn’t keep away”
I took
Rebecca’s advice and bought some new things for a beach holiday just in case.
If it was too cold I could buy things once I was there. My sun block and hat
were packed and before I knew it we were at the airport.
Frank took a
call and I was shocked he was still talking shop, and that he had brought his
phone along with him.
“I thought we
were going to have a relaxing holiday?”
“We are, just
making sure things are in order”
“Will you now
tell me where we are going?”
He took me by
my hand and told me to shut my eyes. This is hard when you’re pulling a very
heavy suitcase, but I did as I was told.
“Open”. At
first I felt silly as the first thing I took in was the people around me, and
then I looked up, above the check in desk to see the destination.
“Bahamas”
“Were going to
see your parents?”
“Yes I hope
you don’t mind, I suppose I shouldn’t have sprung this on you but I wanted it
to be a surprise”
“Glad I never
booked my flight then”
“What do you
mean?”
“I also wanted
to surprise you, to say thanks for everything you have done for me and was
going to surprise you at Christmastime to see them”
“You would do
that for me?”
“I love you
silly, it was the least I could do”
We travelled
business class and the service was excellent. I’ve never travelled business
class before and boy this really was in a class of its own.
The journey
went by quickly and I was awake for most of it. I wanted to find out more about
his parents before we got there. I forgot how nervous it could be meeting
someone’s parents for the first time as I knew first impressions count.
Our luggage
came out quick and we headed through customs. I started getting jittery as I
knew that they would be waiting on the other side of the doors.
He took my
hand as we went through, “you’re shaking?”
“Nerves”, I said,
“let’s hope they like me”
“They will”
Can
men be romantic? of course they can.
“Frank, we’re
over here.”
Frank looked
around the crowd that had gathered waiting for friends, family and loved ones
and he spotted his mother’s beaming face followed by his dad.
We made our
way towards them and Frank’s mother greeted him with the biggest mothers hug
and kisses, something Frank had not had in a long time, but then again, for his
mom, it had been a long time.
She finally
let him go and looked at Autum.
“Mom, dad this
is Autum.”
They looked at
me for some time as my heart started to pound, then she grabbed me in a bear
hug and said “we’re so glad to meet you Autum.” His dad then gives me a slight
hug and a kiss on the cheek and I blushed.
“It’s lovely
meeting you too.” I say back.
Frank’s dad
gave his son a man hug and a few pats on the back. “Nice to see you son”
“You to dad”
and with that we headed towards the car park introductions over.
His mom was in
her fifties with short blond hair and a fringe. She was elegantly dressed in a
pink dress but no additional jewellery except her watch and kitten heels her
English accent still coming out now and then as she spoke.
His dad was
around the same height as Frank, with mousey hair, more casual than his wife in
pants, a shirt and sandals and probably around the same age as his mom.
Our drive lasted
around forty, five minutes and his mom was in full swing. She mentioned how hot
it had been over the last few weeks and that we have picked a great time to
come over, how well the business had been doing, and how close the beaches were
to where they lived, she was bombarding us with information and sites as we
made our journey to there home, it was only when Frank started to laugh that
she said “too much?”
“It’s fine
mom” Frank said, as his dad shook his head.
We pulled up
outside a large cream house with plenty of windows and balconies and little
palm trees outside the front lawn. The house itself boasted five bedrooms and
four point five bathrooms even though I never understood the point five. The
dining hall curved around the house and then blended into another room with a ground
floor bedroom with en-suite shower room just off it.
The kitchen
was huge with white units, large American fridge and all the mod cons that you
could need. She obviously loved this room you could tell.
Upstairs had a
further four large bedrooms all en-suite.
“I hope this
room will be ok for you both”
“It’s lovely
mom and thanks again.” She left us to put our things away.
“See they’re
not that bad? And that was the easy bit”
“What do you
mean?”
“Well you’ve
got to get through a whole heap of food next” and I laughed. I changed into
something more comfortable and we headed downstairs, Frank then heads off into
another room with his dad and gives me a wink before he leaves.
“Do you need
any help with anything?” I asked
“No dear,
you’re my guest have a seat and relax, would you like a drink? You must be
thirsty?”
“Yes please
anything will do”.
“Ice tea?”
“Thank you.”
I looked
around lost for a bit but then his mom said “he talks very highly of you, he sounded
so happy and I think you have something to do with that”
I smile,
thinking of how he had spoken highly of me to his parents. His mom, or Elena as
she liked to be called, mentioned a big family gathering on Saturday night and
that she needed to do some more shopping. I could understand why she wanted to
do it, her only son had come to visit with his girlfriend and she wanted to
show us off, well maybe more him than me to her friends and relatives that
lived in the area.