Authors: Stella White
He didn't answer, he bent down and kissed her. At first, it was just an
exploratory peck
, but when he came back for more, their mouths locked in passion. Soon their groins were grinding against each
other,
and they began to paw each other with their hands.
''Not here,'' she said. ''Come with me.'' She took his hand and headed out of the
filed
towards a steep incline.
At the end of the field, there was a path through a rocky gap in the hill. Kerry began to hear the sound of water. A few minutes later they reached a pool with a spectacular waterfall. The water was crystal clear.
''Here.
This isn't
a bad place for our first time is it?'' Celia said.
''No, not bad at all.'' He picked her up and threw her
in
the pool, fully clothed. ''That's for making me travel all this way,'' he said as she rose to the surface.
'I want to see your cock again. Ever since that day when I walked in on you, I've dreamed of seeing it hard again. Take your clothes off.''
He took off his T-shirt and dropped his shorts. His member wasn't
hard,
but it slowly began to rise as she gazed at it. ''Wow that such a beautiful sight. Seeing you cock rising like that.''
''Get up here,'' he said.
Celia scrambled out of the pool. She stood in front of him, water cascading from her clothes, as she took hold of his cock and gently rubbed until it was fully erect.
''That's what I wanted to see. That's my cock,'' she said.
He put his hands on her shirt and ripped it open. She gasped and rubbed him harder. He thrust his face between her breasts and took in her scent.
''God you smell so good,'' he said.
His hands slipped into her pants and unfastened them. He pushed them down and knelt in front of her. He took her panties between his teeth and lowered them just past her groin.
''Fuck,'' she gasped when his tongue slipped between her legs. She pulled his head into her urging him to take more of her. When she realized his tongue couldn't reach, she bent down and took off her shoes. Her pants and panties followed. Once she'd unhooked her
bra,
she was as naked as him.
''Give me your tongue again,'' she said.
He
willing obliged, pulling her buttocks to him and planting his face into the V between her legs. As he licked, she ran her hands over his smooth back, feeling his muscles. He was bronzed and lean, and the sight of his back as it tapered to his taught ass turned her on.
Her legs soon began to shake. ''I'm going to fall soon,'' she said. He gathered their clothes together and made them into
a bed.
''Lie down and open your legs,'' he commanded. When she did, he lay in front of her and ran his tongue over the full length of her folds.
''Shit, I can't bear much more of this,'' she exclaimed. ''I'm coming.''
''Fucking come,'' he mumbled as his tongue danced on her most sensitive spot. He wanted to see how his future bride would orgasm. Would she scream and buck her hips or would she silently clench her muscles and roll her eyes. When she cried out and shoved herself against him, he knew.
When he stood up, she had the most
wonderful
view of him. His
long,
lean legs
were covered
in soft blonde
hair,
and his
chest,
and stomach were flat without a gram of fat. Most of all she liked the way his stomach transferred into his groin. It was just like in the men's underwear ads. The kind she used to
masturbate to
.
''Take me into the water and fuck me,'' she said. ''You can do anything you want with me now, I'm yours.''
Once again he picked her up and threw her into the pool. He loved the way her breasts jiggled as she flew through the air. When she emerged from under the water, he waded in as far as he dared and stopped.
''Shit I forgot you can't swim. Then you'll have to fuck me in the
shallow
bit,'' she said. She walked to him, lay down on her belly and pushed her ass in the air.
He bent down and entered her immediately. She gasped
and water
splashed around her body as he began to thrust.
This what
she'd wanted for so long. The cock she'd seen all those weeks ago, the cock she'd dreamed of, deep in her.
''I'm coming again,'' she gasped. He held onto her hips and thrust as hard as he could. She squealed and shook her head violently. ''Fuck,'' she bellowed when she couldn't stop coming.
''You like that?'' he asked.
''Yes, keep going.'' He grunted with the effort as he slapped against her buttocks, making her come time after time.
''I can't anymore,'' she whimpered.
''Do you love me?'' he asked.
''Yes. Always.''
Those were the words he needed. He shoved into her so hard she began to slide along the soft sand. Exhausted and unable to bear it anymore, she thrust her hand between her legs and reached back to squeeze his balls.
The feeling of her delicate hands on him made him cry out. Moments later, he slumped on her, sated.
''Fuck that was nice.
You are so beautiful,'' he said.
He kissed the back of her neck. It
took
a while before his cock slipped from her. When it did, he rolled onto his back and enjoyed the water as it lapped around his body. Celia lay next to him and put an arm
over
him.
''I want to teach you to swim,'' she said. ''Here, now. There's no one here. Nobody to laugh. I bet
in an hour
you'll be able to.
He felt so relaxed with her, he decided to try.
''Okay, I'll try. Just don't fucking drown me.''
*****
When Kerry dove into the pool at the
mansion,
the others ran outside thinking he'd fallen.
''What the fuck?'' Vance said.
''Look, he's swimming,'' Joe said. ''Where the fuck did you learn to do that?'' he shouted.
''My fiancee taught me,'' Kerry replied.
''Wow. And where is the lovely girl?'' Rufus asked when he arrived on the scene.
''Somewhere in India, photographing elephants,'' he answered proudly.
*****
THE END
''She's nearing the final phase now,'' Dr. Ellis said.
Aaron looked at the doctor through misty eyes and held on to his wife's hand. How could all this have happened?
She'd been so healthy, so vibrant, and full of life.
But now, just three months after telling him she felt unwell, here she was, lying in front of him, emaciated and about to die.
They had all the money in the world. A huge mansion, more luxury cars than they knew what to do with, a sixty-five-foot yacht and an army of servants. It all had no significance whatsoever. He’d put so much hard work
into his business
to ensure they had a wonderful life. It meant nothing now. All he was going to have left were memories of his beautiful wife.
Aaron felt nauseous but avoided going to the bathroom for fear she would be dead when he came back. A few people close to him, his mother, his sister, and Pastor Evans, had told him she would soon be out of pain, and he knew that, but it was of no comfort.
The doctor moved away from Lindsey's bed and watched her from afar as Aaron sat in the chair next to her and waited. Why couldn't he do something to help? He'd always solved their problems before. But this, this was beyond him, and the whole of medical science.
''Mom,'' Aaron said when Jean arrived in the room at St Edward's Infirmary. She put her hand on his shoulder and looked at her daughter-in-law. ''She's going,
mom,
and there's nothing I can do about it. Nothing at all.''
Jean turned her head away and bit her trembling lip as her tears began to flow. She'd seen people die before, her husband and her father, but this was infinitely worse. Lindsey was just
thirty-two,
and she was leaving a loving husband and a wonderful son behind. ''What did the doctor say?'' Jean asked.
''He said she's in the final phase. That means it's imminent.'' Aaron's voice
broke,
and he leaned his head on his mom's breasts as she stood next to him.
''How's Matthew?'' Jean asked.
''Devastated. He's with his nanny. I can't believe
it. The
callous bitch handed her notice in three day's ago. Just as his mom is about to die. Can you believe it?''
Jean shook her head in disbelief. How was Matthew going to cope with losing his mom and his nanny in the same week? Autistic kids didn't react well to change, and at five years old it was likely to affect him very badly.
When Lindsey opened her eyes, Aaron stood up. He felt her grip his hand as hard as she could. ''Aaron, I'm sorry if
at any time
I said or did anything to hurt your or Matthew,'' she whispered. Her voice sounded cracked and dry.
''You didn't. Not once. We love you more than anything in the world,'' Aaron said, hardly able to speak as the lump in his throat threatened to choke him.
''I'm going now. Tell Matthew I love him and look after him as I know you will. I love you. I'm sorry I let you down like this.''
''You didn't, you didn't,'' Matthew said as he stroked her forehead.
Lindsey's
eyes
closed, and Aaron heard the sound he had been dreading as her last breath slipped from her.
He lay across her limp body and hugged her as huge sobs racked his body. After a few minutes, Jean took his arm and pulled him to her. He cried like a baby on his mom's shoulder, for the first time in years.
The doctor discreetly closed Lindsey's eyes and folder her arms across her body. Aaron looked down at her and blew her one last kiss.
''We'll take Lindsey to the Chapel of Rest now,'' the doctor said. You can visit her there again today if you like.
''No doctor, thanks, but I made my mind up not to visit her after she'd died. I want to remember her the way she was,'' Aaron said.
Dr. Evans put his hand on Aaron's arm. ''That's very wise. Speak to Pastor Evans
later. I
'm sure he'll be able to offer some words of comfort to you and Matthew.''
''Thank you for all you have done for us, doctor. You made her very
comfortable,
and I appreciate that,'' Aaron said.
''Come along Aaron. Let's go and leave the doctor to do what he has to,'' Jean said. She put her arm around him as they walked out of the room.
Aaron went to his office before going home. He wanted to tell the people who worked for him. When he walked through the glass door, the receptionist knew just by looking at his face. She got up and hugged him.
''I'm so sorry Aaron.
If there's anything I can do you will tell me won't you?''
''Thanks, Jan. Just keep up the good work, that's all I ask.''
He walked along the corridor and into his office. He closed the door and sat behind his desk. I've built all this singlehandedly, he thought. But what difference has it made? Now I'm a
widower,
and Matthew doesn't have a mom. When he looked out of the
window,
he could see for miles down the Hudson River. He loved New York, but on that day, it looked gray and uninviting. He owned the whole building in downtown Manhattan, a ninety-story maze of offices, retail and residential real estate. It wasn't the only building he owned. He owned similar properties all over the States and Europe.
''Aaron, I'm so sorry,'' Megan said.
''Come in,'' Aaron said when he saw her hesitating.
She walked to his desk and hugged him. After she'd dabbed the corner of her eye with a
tissue,
she sat down in the chrome and leather chair opposite him.
''Do you want to talk?'' she asked.
''I don't know. I'm just numb.'' He looked at the woman who'd been his PA for the last fifteen years. He was glad he'd chosen a more mature lady to look after him. She'd been a wonderful PA. He remembered back in the days when he'd just started his business how many beautiful women had applied for the post he'd advertised. But despite being turned on no end by the mini skirts, long legs, and low cut tops, he stayed focused and chose someone purely on merit. Megan was fifty-six and marvelously efficient. ''I couldn't have done all this without you, Megan,'' he said.
''Nonsense. You've done it all yourself.''
''Not bad for a kid from the wrong end of town,'' he said with reference to his upbringing in a squalid apartment in Brownsville, NY.
''Not bad at all,'' she said. ''But I think it's not despite your background it's because of it.''
''What do you mean?''
''You know how you got to the top. You had to kick ass and push people around. You had to bend the rules, break a few bones and never take no for an answer. A boy from middle-class
America, who'd been to private school,
and then Harvard wouldn't have been able to do that. And do you know what the best part of it is?'' she asked.
''No.''
''You're still only thirty-two. I'm so sorry about
Lindsey,
and I know it will take you a long time to get over it.
But you're still so young.''
''It doesn't feel that way at the moment,'' Aaron said.
''Of course not. Without wanting to demean Lindsey's memory in any way, I just want to say that time is a great healer.''
''I guess. Will you call the undertaker and make the funeral arrangements, I don't think I can?''
''Sure.''
''You know what I want, we've discussed it often enough.''
*****
Aaron had asked people not to wear black. Black wasn't the color he associated with Lindsey, and although it was tradition, he wanted people to wear bright colors. He wanted her funeral to be a celebration of her life. It was impossible for it to be a joyous occasion, but he wanted it to be a thanksgiving of what Lindsey had given to the world. Her charm, intelligence, beauty and the most wonderful gift of all Matthew.
He looked at his five-year-old son playing with some building blocks in the corner of his playroom and wondered how he would react when he saw his mom's coffin. Aaron had agonized about letting Matthew go to the funeral, but he'd read an article about a woman who hadn't been allowed to go to her father's funeral and she'd said it had deprived her of the ability to mourn. So he'd decided to let him come and to try and explain what was happening.
He remembered the day the doctors had told him and Lindsey that Matthew was autistic. They hadn't noticed at first, but when he was about
two,
they began to see some suspicious behavior. He never made eye contact, and when they smiled at him, his face would remain blank. He was generally so unlike other
kids; Lindsey
had persuaded Aaron to come with her to the doctors. They hadn't known what to think at first. The more they read about the condition, the more confused they became. But they had spoken to some other parents with autistic
kids,
and there seemed to be three of four things that were vitally important to the child's welfare. They gave Matthew his own secure area, they held to a very strict schedule and rewarded him greatly for good behavior.
''Hey little man, are you ready?'' he asked.
Matthew looked at him and stood up. ''Mommy?'' he asked.
''Yes. Mommy,'' Aaron replied.
The funeral cortege soon got to the church, which was close to Aaron's home. When Aaron got out of the limousine holding Matthew's hand, women began to wail. Not because they had known Lindsey particularly well, but because the sight of such a handsome man holding the hand of such a cute boy at his mother's funeral was too much to stomach.
After the funeral, Aaron did the usual thing and thanked everyone. He had no idea how it had affected Matthew because he'd shown no emotion at all. He hadn't even made any of his customary noises. Aaron assumed he would find out in the fullness of time.
''Thank you, Pastor Evans, it was a wonderful service,'' Aaron said as he shook his hand.
''You take care, Aaron. I'll be along to see you at regular
intervals,
and if there's anything you need, please let me know.''
''I will,'' Aaron replied. ''You're coming to the house for refreshments aren't you?'' he asked.
''Yes. Thank you. I'll just say goodbye to the
mourners,
and I'll be there.''
The house was full of well-wishers who'd come to Aaron's mansion to have a drink and something to eat. Matthew sat quietly in the comer and observed what was going on around him.
''Aaron, I heard Matthew's nanny has handed in her notice,'' Pastor Evan's wife said.
''I'm afraid
so,
and she chose a very unfortunate moment to do so,'' Aaron said.
At that moment, Matthew began to make the most deafening screeching noises. Aaron went to him and tried to comfort him. People started to move to another room to protect their ears.
''Hey Matthew, it's okay,'' Aaron said. ''I'm here.''
''Sally,'' Matthew shouted.
''Sally's leaving us. I told you. We're going to find a new nanny. Someone really nice.'
''Want Sally,'' he screeched. Aaron took hold of him to prevent him hurting himself on the wall as he flailed his arms and legs.
''Come on little chap,'' he said. He picked Matthew up and withstood the pounding Matthew's fists and feet were giving him. Eventually, Matthew calmed
down,
and Aaron was able to put him in his playroom.
''How do I go about getting a good nanny?'' he asked Kayla. Kayla had been Lindsey's best
friend,
and she knew everything about domesticity.
''Where did you get the last one?'' Kayla asked.
''An agency.''
''Don't bother with agencies. There is only one place you will find a great nanny and that's the English Nanny School. I'll text you the number over. You need a well-trained nanny who knows about autism, not some bimbo from a local agency.'' Kayla had always had a way with words, he thought.
That evening after everyone had gone and Aaron's staff had cleared up, Aaron went upstairs and took one of Lindsey's nightdresses from the chest of drawers. He lay on the bed and cuddled the material.
*****
Aaron yawned and leaned back in the armchair. ''I don't know about you, but I'm really not sure about any of them,'' he said.
''No, I must say I was expecting better candidates. Perhaps I was lucky when I got my nanny,'' Kayla said.
Aaron usually worked on
Saturdays,
but he'd taken the day off to interview potential nannies to look after Matthew. The school had sent him six
applications,
and he'd decided to interview every one of them. Five had been and gone, and none of them had made any impression on him at all. Only one of them could answer in any detail about autistic children, and she'd told him she could only promise to stay a year because she planned to move
to the Bahamas
to teach diving.