Julie Meets Her Prince Charming

Hi, I’m Julie. I’m sitting in a large auditorium witnessing a boring wedding ceremony. I look around at the faces of the people also in attendance. They are seem to be in the same predicament as myself judging by the bored expressions on their faces. It’s like the faces are saying ‘let me out of here.’ To which I agree. Nothing like a ritual religious wedding ceremony to turn people off. A ‘no life’ ceremony. It leaves me wondering why I am even here. Why was I invited? I hardly even know the bride, haven’t got a clue who the groom is. Certainly nobody I know. The answer to my “why” question is, a girlfriend of a girlfriend of a girlfriend asked me to accompany her. This is why I am here and bored out of my mind. Besides, I can’t stand the young men involved with this wedding charade. From what I’ve witnessed they are a bunch of self entitled half drunk jerks. Not the type of men I associate with not that I’ve associated with any lately. I prefer my men more mature, much more mature and older in age. They tend to love and have more compassion for their female companions, treating them with respect. Not something these young men would know anything about, in my opinion.

Looking around again I see a man seated in the back looking down at his lap, probably a cell phone. Bet he’s bored too. When this so called wedding wraps up I’m outa here. I’ll leave on the false pretense of a washroom break.

In the back of the church, last row, sits a well dressed gentleman of about 55 or 60. No one else sits near him, a camera case on the chair next to him. Ken, like Julie, is bored with the proceedings. He can’t wait to get outside in the large flower gardens and begin photographing, which is the only benefit of being here. The Horticultural Gardens building is a popular spot for weddings and, especially, the afterwards photo session. The flower gardens making for the perfect Wedding Photos.

After all, he’s only at the wedding out of respect for a long time railway friend who is the grooms father. Speaking of the groom, he is a total asshole in Ken’s opinion. Spoilt brat of a kid who grew up to be a spoilt brat of an adult. Imagine being partially drunk at your own wedding. Disgusting.

Finally the ceremony draws to an end. Julie makes her way to the washroom.

Ken slips out the back door heading straight for the flower gardens, wanting to begin his photography before the horde of wedding guests arrive.

At the washroom door Julie looks around, see’s no one looking, and keeps going out the back door. Not paying much attention to her surroundings when she arrived, she now notices a large flower garden off to the side. Walking in that direction, she enters the garden. Her mouth drops open in surprise as her eyes take in the colourful beauty.

Coincidently Julie is wearing a floral print summer dress, formed tightly over her breasts and flaring out from her waist down. The dress falls along her thighs halfway to her knee’s. It’s a super cute summer dress.

Wandering about, cell phone in hand, Julie snaps photos of the numerous flowers. She is focused so much on what she is doing she doesn’t see the other flower photographer in the gardens until its too late. She bumps into the man, hears an “ah shit” and quickly turns around.

“OHHH, I’m sorry!!”

“Ahh, no big deal it’s just a photo. I’ll take another,” the man says.

“I’ll move on and get out of your way,” Julie says.

“Don’t you dare leave me alone out here. I’ll fit you into some of my photo’s.” The man says. “You’ll blend in beautifully.”

Pleasantly surprised with the mans reaction, Julie’s face breaks into a wide smile and she holds out her hand, “Hi, I’m Julie. Pleased to meet you.”

Smiling broadly, the man takes Julie’s hand, shakes it and adds, “I’m Ken, a pleasure meeting you also Julie. My goodness, you are beautiful and very photogenic.. May I?” holding the camera out for observation.

“Of course you can,” smiling, “you are very complimentarily.” Changing the subject, “Some wedding eh. What a disaster. I give them less than 6 months.”

“Not me, I bet they won’t last until the honeymoon,” laughing. “The asshole, excuse my french, the groom was plastered. Can you believe that? At his own wedding. And, the only reason I’m here is for my friend, the grooms dad.”

“Doesn’t that sound familiar. I’m here only because a girlfriend wanted me to accompany her. Thank god this beautiful garden is here to entertain us.”

We walk about amongst the flower beds, Ken clicking away with his camera, photographing me with the flowers. From time to time issuing instructions.

“Twirl around and let the dress flare out.”

“Good, good, good.” Click, click, click.

“Undo a couple buttons and do it again.” Click, click.

“It’s good, being daring, adding a little risque into the mix. You don’t mind do you? I’ll stop if it offends you Julie.”

“Of course not Ken. As long as you don’t want me naked,” giggling.

Ken laughs, “Not here amongst the flowers Julie. It might upset them to be upstaged.” We both laugh.

“Ken, you are such a sweetie. I bet your wife is a very happy woman.”

“My wife passed away last year. I wear the ring out of habit and to remember her. If I were ever to meet another woman to marry I’m sure I’d remove it.”

“Oh Ken. I’m sorry to be have been so insensitive. Please, please forgive me.”

“Already done sweetie. Do you mine me calling you sweetie? I actually prefer ‘babe’ much more but then I’d be taking liberties I’m not entitled too.”

“Actually, ‘babe’ has a ring to it. I’ve never been called babe. I like it, but only after a romantic dinner.” Giggling.

Ken’s eyes light up.

“Oops. was that too forward?”

Ken laughs, “Yep, it was, and I know the perfect restaurant, an Italian restaurant.

Great cuisine, dim lighting and soft background music. Very romantic. Are you up for it, after only knowing me for an hour?”

“No moss growing under your feet Ken.” Giggling. “I’d love to join you. It is so refreshing meeting you, especially on such a disastrous day as today has been.”

“Me too Julie. I have a good feeling about you. More photos?,” a bright smile on his face.

I do another twirl for him and finish with a curtsy, “As you wish kind Sir.”

We both giggle.

An hour later with several hundred photos taken and plenty of laughs and giggles mixed in with our chatting, my phone rings. It’s my girlfriend informing me she has met a guy and is staying for the wedding reception.

Ken looks at me after I finish the call, a frown creasing my face.

“My slutty girlfriend is staying for the reception so she can get laid, leaving me without a ride home.”

“No problem. Easy solution.” Ken smiling. “I’ll drive you home. My pleasure. Actually, I’d love too. Besides, here come the wedding party for their photos. Good time for us to split.”

“Oh Ken,” Walking over to him, “You are a doll,” Leaning into him, standing on my tip toes and kissing him.

“My goodness. I’ll need to give you more rides.” Laughing. “I’ve enough photographs for today and we need a change of activities anyways. I think we’ve both managed to put the wedding behind us, we’ve had a wonderful time with the flowers becoming acquainted with one another and now it’s moving on time. A drive to your house, dinner in a romantic Italian restaurant and a walk along the sea wall later.

You up for it Julie?”

“Only if you call me ‘babe’ henceforth.” Laughing. C’mon we need to splitsville.”

I guide Ken along the way to my home, which in actual fact is a fourplex in the university district. Ken eyes the building up, looks at me and comments, “Student residence?”

“Only if that student is a professor. I teach here Ken,” laughing, “How young do you think I am?”

“Obviously older than you look. My mistake,” Looking embarrassed.

“I’ll drop by in an hour to pick you up for supper. Okay?”

“Perfect. Time for a shower and wardrobe change. See ya in an hour Ken.”

On the drive home Ken is elated with himself and somewhat confused. Elated for the lovely photographs and having met Julie. Confused because she actually seems to like him. They communicated, laughed and got along wonderfully. Except for the ‘student’ gaffe he did quite well associating with such a young person. Thinking, I wonder how old she is? Obviously not 20 or 25, which was his guess. At least my error was on the right side, guessing younger. He laughs to himself.

Julie, as she enters her apartment, smiles to herself. He thought I was a student, giggling. What a sweet man. A student. That would make me 20 to 25 years old and not almost 30, my actual age.

Undressing, going thru the shower and drying herself off, Julie ponders what to wear. Something attractive for supper but not slutty and warm enough for later, a shawl for over her shoulders, for a walk along the sea wall. High heels and sneakers for later. Thinking, the dress she wore for the wedding would be perfect but she’s already used it.

Standing in front of the mirror admiring her almost 30 year old body, she smiles.

Standing at 5 feet 7 inches, her face with a cute expression, shapely lips and dimples surrounded with shoulder length brunette hair. She has an ample chest, rounded breasts, no sag, C cup in size with thick 1/2 inch nipples, a rippling flat tummy from too much working out at the gym, long shapely athletic legs and muscular thighs, the result of pushing weights and cycling. Her vagina, covered with a muff of hair, seems to be smiling back and winking approval. By far, her greatest asset is the pronounced bubble butt bum. It certainly seems to draw lots of attention from ogling men which she doesn’t mind one bit. Its kinda appealing and naughty to tease them, from a distance.

Julie smiles and walks over to the clothes closet, picking a dress and shawl.

Meanwhile, the same ritual is playing out at Kens abode. He laughs at himself for miss guessing Julies age, undresses, showers and redresses. His decision of what to wear much simpler than Julies. A white dress shirt, black slacks with a sports jacket and loafers on his feet.

Ruggedly handsome, with a hairy chest and muscular arms from working out over the years, 6 feet tall, long athletic legs from miles and miles of walking, muscular thighs from pushing weights. His hairy genitals sufficiently large enough which pleases him.

On the drive to Julies he stops at a florist shop.

An hour later Ken is walking up the steps and ringing the doorbell for Julies apartment. She buzzes him in. Walking up the flight of stairs to the second floor, he finds her door, knocks and waits.

One last look in the mirror, a smile and thumbs up, Julie hears the knock and almost runs to the door. Her first date in forever awaits.

Opening the door, a bouquet of yellow roses greets her, and a face looking thru them, ” Hey there,” and as he observes his date, utters, “WOW!”

Julie smiles, takes the flowers into her hand and steps to the side, “Welcome to the students residence,” laughing as she lays the flowers on a small table.

“Come here, you” she says, holding her arms out. Ken steps into her embrace and they kiss, again, his time not a peck and run but a longer more passionate lip brushing kiss. Julie finally pulls back saying,

“Thank you for today Ken. I’m so happy we met and, I am starved.”

At the risk of being caught ogling her, Ken takes in the beautiful vision before him.

Julie, in another floral summer dress with spaghetti straps which falls to mid thigh. She is absolutely gorgeous, lips with red lipstick, her shoulder length hair with curls. Ken stares until finally Julie pipes up, raising an eyebrow, “You approve kind Sir?”

“Sorry. Sorry…. ” at being caught at staring, “Yes, I definitely approve. Have I told you today, ‘how gorgeous you are’?”

Giggling now, “Ken, you so cute. I’m not a new age woman or a feminist. You can compliment me as much you want. I love the accolades.”

“Thank you Julie. Well, my Lady, dinner awaits us.” Ken pulls the door open allowing me to pass through before closing it. He takes his arm and links it through mine to walk me down the hall.

At the SUV, Ken opens the passenger door for me. I slip into my seat as the door closes.

We drive off and once on the main thoroughfare Ken rests his hand on the console between us. I slip my hand into his. Our chatter is about nothing in particular.

Arriving at the restaurant, Ken parks the SUV, jumps out of his seat and comes around to my side and opens my door, lending me a hand to step out.

Standing and facing him, smiling, I say, “You are such a gentleman Ken,” and give him a kiss on his cheek, “Thank you.”

“My pleasure Julie,” smiling back.

Arm in arm, we walk across the parking lot to the restaurant, Ken being the ultimate gentleman for me, opening doors and allowing me to lead until we reach our table toward the back of the dimly lit establishment. Pulling out my chair and seating me before sitting himself, I can’t ever remember receiving treatment like this. It is almost mind boggling.

We order a bottle of wine and our meals. We are both ravishingly hungry and chatting is kept to a minimum. With the taste of red wine in our palates and a delicious pasta dish in our tummy’s we sit back after eating to engage in conversation.

“Today has been a day of contrasts, hasn’t it Ken. A crappy wedding followed with a wonderful garden experience, meeting you and, now, this delicious meal. Three to one in favour of positive vibes.” Taking Kens hand in mine, “I am so blessed in us meeting. Please tell me about yourself.”

“Readers Digest version. 57 years old. Born into a railway family, I hired on at 18 years old after almost completing high school. Worked my way up thru the ranks until finally achieving Superintendent. When my wife became ill two years ago I asked for a less demanding job with more time off. I was refused, so chose early retirement at 55. A reduced pension. Pam and I had a great marriage, 30 years, and raised three boys. Because of the nature of the business, transportation, I was away much of the time while they were growing. I regret that now. After my wife passed I regressed into a hermit lifestyle. It was a very good friend, father of the groom, who ruffled my feathers and encouraged me to get back into society and the public. Until today I wasn’t sure I could even associate with another woman. I returned to my love of photography. Accidently meeting you today in the Gardens was pure fluke and, I might add, a precious moment. The rest, as they say, is history. If there is a future for us, it is yet to be written. So, as lousy as the wedding was, without it we would never have met, turning a crappy day into a blessing.”

Ken smiles over at Julie, “Your turn.”

I have a tear in my eye, running down over my cheek. After hearing how his wife’s death affected him and for the love they obviously had, my love goes out to Ken. I grip his hand, holding it tightly and bringing it up to my mouth and kissing it, “I’m such a suck for sad stories. So sorry.”

“Not entirely sad Julie. I’ve met you, we are having dinner together and enjoying our time together. Don’t be sad baby.” Ken stands in the restaurant, walks around the table and embraces me, hugging me close, “We need to blow this place. There’s a bright moon lit sea wall waiting for us.”

Leading me by my hand we exit toward the front. At the cash register Ken pays our bill with a generous tip. Pushing open the exterior door we are welcomed outside by a cool sea breeze.

I finally manage a smile, “You are so positive. I think I’m falling for you,” sniffling.

“Compared to you Ken, my life is pretty vanilla. Only 30 years of living and my life has been consumed by schooling. Somewhat like you after your wife passed, I recluse myself from society. I just got so fed up with the way men are today. Wimps and sissies. As a university professor in training, I attend my teaching lectures and study.

My only social interaction is almost nil, except with a few girlfriends. And no, we aren’t lesbians, we just enjoy the company.” Laughing. “Men can be so cruel.”

Ken chirps in, “I never, for a moment, thought of you as a lesbian and living an alternative lifestyle, a gay lifestyle. Please don’t lump me in with these other men.”

His voice raising.

“Sorry Ken. I get a little defensive sometimes.”

“Time for us to move on. C’mon babe.

Ken has an arm around my shoulders, trying to keep me warm, guiding me to the SUV. Opening the door and grabbing my shawl, he wraps it over my shoulders, “There you go babe.”

Settling into my seat, I am overwhelmed with positive emotions, thinking, ‘Is this guy for real? I haven’t been treated so kindly in a long time, if ever at all. I am overwhelmed. Maybe he just wants to get into my panties. Huh, good luck with that Ken. Not on a first date.’

Smiling over at Ken, “It was a wonderful meal Ken, and a lovely time together. Thank you.”

“My pleasure Julie. I’m glad I bumped into you today. A stroke of blessing.”

“As I recall, it was me bumping into you,” laughing.

“You’re right. I wasn’t going to mention that. Still feel like a walk along the sea wall?”

“I’d love that. A great way to finish off our evening together,” suspiciously thinking, ‘in case you thought you have other plans Ken.’

Arriving at the park by the sea wall, Ken parks our vehicle. I slip out of my high heels and into a pair of running shoes, pulling my shawl tightly around my shoulders.

Ken opens my door, offers a hand to help me out. Then, walking hand in hand toward the sea wall walkway. Once there, Ken slips his arm around my waist and we walk along the path overlooking the huge lake. The moon, not quite full, reflects off the calm water presenting us with a beautifully romantic scene. Stopping at a lookout, leaning against the railing, Ken holds me tightly. I snuggle into his warm body. Our chatting is kept to a minimum as we enjoy the artwork before us. Then, out of nowhere I utter, “I don’t sleep with anyone on my first date, Ken,” and immediately thinking, ‘where the hell did that come from? Have I ruined our first date together?’

Ken saves the day with “I wouldn’t expect a classy lady like you would. Actually, I’d be disappointed if you did.”

Again, I am met with the thought, ‘Is this guy for real? How can I not like him,’

smiling to myself. Wanting to correct my misspoken statement, I instead remain silent.

An hour later we return to the SUV, drive home in silence as we are both tired. Its been a long tiring day.

Stopping at the fourplex, Ken walks me to the front door, and with both hands on my shoulders, arms stretched, he gives me an innocent peck on my cheek.

“Thank you Julie for an absolutely fantastic day. When I have the photo’s downloaded I’ll send you copies,” handing me a card with his name and contact info. “Call me in a couple days, or put your phone number here on the back of the card and I’ll phone you.” I do as he wishes, handing the card back.

I unlock the door, Ken opens it for me and we go our separate ways.

It truly was a fantastic day, more so because it began with a disaster. Smiling to myself, I am wondering, ‘Is this guy for real? He is definitely an ‘old school gentleman’, very good looking, compassionate and friendly. The fact he is 27 years older should be a deterrent but is it? Hmmmm. If I don’t hear from him about the photo’s, I’ll wait a couple days and give him a call myself. Ask him out for a coffee.’

With these thoughts in her mind, Julie gets ready for bed and is soon sound asleep.

Ken, on his drive home is also reflecting on the day. ‘Such a lovely lady. So blessed to have met her. And very photogenic. Very pleasant to be with. What on earth does she want with an older guy like me? Contrary to her ideas about young men, they can’t all be bad, can they? Their loss, my gain. I’ll just have to be cautious in case here is something else in play here. My paranoid nature kicking in. Ken laughs at himself.

Arriving home, undressing and hitting the hay, he is soon fast asleep.

Whatever happened during the night while they slept and, or, dreamed, both Julie and Ken wake up thinking good thoughts about the other. Julie is first to phone, beating Ken by a couple minutes.

“Morning babe” she says, “wanna go for a coffee?”

Laughing, Ken says, “You beat me to it, you stinker. I’d love to have a coffee with you. When and where?”

“There’s a lovely coffee house near to campus” giving Ken the name, “Meet me in 30 minutes. Their coffee is excellent, from very strong to puke weak,” laughing.

“Never mind 30 minutes, I’ll be there in 15.” Ken disconnects.

Fifteen minutes later Ken pulls up in the SUV and parks.

Julie walks around the corner at the same time, sees him parking and runs over to him as he climbs out of the vehicle. Dressed in a V neck tight, white T shirt and daisy mae denim shorty shorts she reaches out her arms and hugs him pressing her body in tight and kissing his lips.

Ken, in his denim cut offs and a red T shirt responds to Julies affection, arms around her waist, hands resting on her butt and returning her kiss. Oblivious to the activity around them, people passing by or staring at them, they are in their own world.

“Let’s get our coffee ‘to go’. I know a place” she smiles.

Five minutes later they are in a nearby park walking down a secluded trail through a copse of trees. Finally stopping, Ken says, “Over there.” They make their way off the trail, through some trees and finding a flat area to place their coffee cups down, they stand and turn to each other.

Looking and smiling, Ken steps forward, sweeps Julie off her feet, catching her by surprise. A squeal as he lifts her off the ground and then sits himself down cross legged on the grass still holding Julie. With Julie sitting across his lap Ken bends forward and kisses her. Lips brushing, tongues greeting, mouths locked together, a long passionate kiss follows. Julie clasps her hands behind Kens neck. Kens hands brush over her rounded breasts distinctly displayed in the tight T shirt.

Whatever qualms or apprehension they have regarding the other is forgotten.

Continuing their long kiss, tongues twirling, teasing and sucking, their hands exploring. Kens reaching under the T shirt, sliding up and fondling Julies globes.

Julies hand under Kens T shirt runs her fingers over Kens hairy chest.

The coffee cups all but forgotten. Ken lays Julie down on he grass on her tummy. A low growl escapes his mouth as he looks down on her. Her rounded butt, a bubble butt, claims his attention, arousing him, “Oh my goodness” whispering as he crawls closer, his hands reaching out and caressing her pronounced ass globes accentuated by the skimpy tight daisy mae shorty shorts.

Another growl escapes.

“OOOO, feels so good”, Kens hands caressing my bum. “You like?”

“No Julie, I love,” Ken slips his fingers under the shorts and over the fleshly bubbles. “I think we need to go home to enjoy each other in private.”

“Hmmm. I agree,” Julie responds, lifting her body and sliding her legs forward under her body, lifting her off the grass into a sitting position before jumping to her feet and standing. Reaching down a hand to Ken, still on the grass, “Come baby!!”

The coffee cups all but forgotten, they walk briskly back up the trail to the SUV.

Climbing into the SUV, Ken driving as fast as he dares until reaching his house, the closest one to the park. Almost running, they enter the house, catching their breath before engaging in a kiss, mouths locking, hands grabbing for clothing and pulling it loose and off. Julies pulls her T shirt over head, Ken unbuckling the belt on his shorts, Julie unhitching her bra, Ken pulling his T shirt off over his head. Their motions frantic. Stepping out of their shorts and kicking them to the side. Breathing heavy, they look at each, both almost naked, Julie in only her panties pulled tight over her vagina, a camel toe displayed. Ken in his bulging boxers displaying a largely aroused cock dressed in cotton. Julie, so beautiful, her chest rising and falling with her breathing, large rounded breasts standing out, topped off with thick pinkish 1/2 nipples.

Ken, his 6 pack hairy chest on display, both with long athletic legs and thick muscular thighs.

They instinctively move toward one another, arms stretched, stepping into an embrace of mutual affection. Bodies pressing together, arms wrapping around neck and waist, their mouth locking in yet another long passionate kiss, tongues meeting and greeting, twirling and teasing, tasting and sucking.

Ken lifts Julie into his arms and walks toward his bedroom, entering and placing her down on the sheets. He smiles down at her as climbs onto the bed between her outstretched legs.

Smiling up at him, lowering my eyes to the bulging boxers, reaching my arms toward him.

Then suddenly yelling, “Stop. Please stop. I can’t,” sitting up in the bed.

The look of disappointment on Kens face, a look of rejection, bewilderment and dejection, he slumps back on his legs.

“I’m sorry. So sorry. I’ll catch a taxi home, and like that Julie grabs her clothes from the floor and runs out of the room.

Ken doesn’t move, an assortment of negativity flooding his brain.

When he does move, Julie is nowhere to be seen. He hears a car pulling away, and looking out the window sees a taxi disappearing down the road.

Muttering to no one in particular other than himself, “That girl has been seriously damaged. Hurt by someone she trusted.” Ken sits on the floor sobbing and wondering what he can do, if anything, to help her. He cries.

In the taxi and later at her apartment Julie relives an experience from the past, a particularly bad experience in which the boy she loved at the time performed an indignity on her and stabbed her in the back to such a degree it affects her to this day. She cries and cries, sobbing until she falls into a restless sleep.

The next couple of days sees no attempt at communication between them.

Finally on the third day, Ken sends her a text, ‘going away with my son for the weekend.’ No response.

On the day Ken and his son are to leave, Ken receives a text from his son, ‘have to cancel our trip. Work emergency.’

Another disappointment for Ken. He considers cancelling the trip for himself but realizing how much it cost them he decides to go alone.

For some unknown reason he texts Julie again, ‘going alone, leaving now, son cancelled, cya on Monday?’ He has no explanation why he bothered sending this text to Julie, figuring they are probably done with one another, but he did.

Jumping into the SUV he is heading out of town and about to hit the freeway when his cell dings. Pulling over to the side of the road, he looks down at the cell. Its a text from Julie, ‘can I come?’

Ken ponders the text. Confused in his mind. Is she for real? Playing some nasty game? Genuinely hurt? Reaching out for help? What do I do? Go back and get her? Keep on going?

In the end, knowing how much he likes Julie and wanting their relationship to work, he texts, ‘will pick u up, 30 mins.’

He is greeted with a happy face emoji.

Arriving at Julies fourplex, seeing her standing on the front sidewalk with a Large shoulder bag, Ken stops, climbs out, greets her with a smile and then loads her bag into the back seat and holds the door while she gets into the vehicle.

Driving off in silence, Ken recognizes that Julie is plagued by guilt from what happened during their last time together, Finally, breaking the silence,

Ken says “I have a friend who flies his own small plane He’s taken me up several times to photograph. One day Joe, my friend, crashed his airplane and was severely injured spending several month in hospital and having numerous surgeries. When he was finally released and feeling better, the first thing he did was traipse down to the local airfield and go flying again. His friends, not me, queried him, ‘why would you do that’, ‘don’t you know how lucky you were living after the first accident,’ all kinds of negative input. Joes answer to them all was, “I have to beat the fear of flying. If I don’t go back up now, I’ll always have excuses for not going. I need to conquer the fear.” He flew again, overcame the fear and is still flying to this day. Julie, life doesn’t always hand us a rose garden. It is our obligation to handle life best as we can, forgive if need be and move on.

I love you Julie, believe it or not, and I want us to work. Whatever terrible incident you suffered through needs to be dealt with, forgive, forget and move on. End of story and lecture.”

Listening to Ken speak, telling the story and realizing its his way of reaching out to me, I reach my hand across and place it over his, “Thank you Ken. I love you too.”

The rest of the two hour drive is in silence. Pulling off the freeway Ken finally says, This place we are going to is on the edge of a mountainous forest area with hiking trails thru out. My son and I come up every year for a weekend of hiking and enjoying the scenery. We rent a fully stocked cabin, hike and relax. Kinda what I figure we’ll do too.”

Ken parks our vehicle, checks us in, then drives to our weekend cabin. We unload ourselves and our two nite bags, walking into the beautifully furnished rustic cabin.

My mouth drops open, “Ohh Ken, it’s gorgeous.” A high V shaped ceiling with a floor to ceiling rock fireplace, with a deep plush rug facing it, assorted soft chairs and a sofa, surrounded with windows A kitchen off to the side overlooking another window overlooking distant mountains.

We kick back with a bottle of wine, which after a few sips knocks me out, falling asleep on the couch.

The next morning I am awakened with a sizzling noise and the aroma of coffee. Ken is making bacon and eggs, sees me awake and brings me a cup of coffee. “We’ll try this again,” laughing, “Our last cups didn’t fair so well,” referring to our experience in the park.

After a wonderful cup of strong black coffee followed with a bacon and egg breakfast, we pack a bag of snacks and water for a day of hiking. Both dressed in loose fitting shorts and a loose T shirt and hiking boots, we are ready for a day of adventure, hiking and beautiful scenery.

An hour later we are reaching our first summit. Ken allows me to pass him, wanting me to see for myself the grandeur of the area on display before us.

The scene doesn’t disappoint, taking my breath away. There are not enough words to describe the sight before us.

My mouth drops open, I’m at a loss for words to describe the majesty.

Feeling a hand, then two hands, on my waist, the warm breath on my neck, “Its pretty incredible isn’t it,” a kiss on my neck, “almost, but not quite, as beautiful as the woman standing with me.” Before I can react, Ken spins me around to face him, and leans down with a kiss, his lips brushing mine, his tongue teasing me and sending shivers through my body. My mouth opens and his tongue slips inside teasing its way and twirling for my tongue. Reaching my arms behind his neck, clasping my fingers and pulling myself tight into his chest, his hands resting and caressing my bubble butt, Ken moans, “Beautiful, gorgeous, a delicacy waiting to be eaten.”

I succumb. “Please eat me,” and needing no further incentive, Ken drops to his knees kneeling before me and pulls my shorts down to the ground. Tossing them aside, he reaches for my hands and pulls me to the ground, laying me out on my tummy in the grass.

I arch my back, bend my legs and flare my bum upward. Ken, behind me, his hands holding me by my thighs, leans his head into my bum and commences kissing my ass cheeks and running his tongue down my ass crack and along my pussy lips. A low growl, he licks harder, his tongue probing and exploring my pussy.

Licking faster and more aggressive, he reaches a hand to my clit, fingers circularly rubbing the nub.

A deep intake of breath. A gasp. A shiver. My body reacting to his tongue caresses, his fingers stroking my clit. The artful stimulation sending wave after wave, tremor after tremor through my body. I shake, I shiver, an orgasm building within me. I YELL out, “ARGHHHHHHH, OH MY GAWDDDDD,” and I CUM.

“One mans sin is another man good fortune. I LOVE YOU,” Ken SHOUTS out, “Julie.”

Slumping in the grass, in the afterglow, Kens words ringing in my ears, I cry. So many emotions running through me, a past disasterous relationship, unforgiveness, forgiveness, Ken…. I’m overwhelmed and the only release I know is crying.

The sobbing shaking my body. From an orgasmic climax to this.

Ken sits down next to me, lifts me up onto his lap.

What a sight we must make, a half naked woman, sitting in the lap of a fully dressed man on a hill top trail. One crying, one comforting.

“Baby, baby, its okay to cry. Let the tears flow. Let it all go. You’ve been through so much.”

Ken removes his T shirt and covers my nakedness. Always the gentleman.

After a while I whisper, “I’m okay.” Ken leans across, grabbing my shorts and handing them to me. I look around before standing up to slip my shorts back on.

Ken giggles, “No panties, naughty naughty girl.” The comic relief is exactly what I need, and I begin laughing. “Going commando in the bush,” I respond.

Standing with me, Ken embraces me and whispers, “We are going to make it through all this Julie. Your past is your past to dispose of.” Ken smiles.

We continue our hike, descending into a valley which borders a large lake.

An hour later we are standing beside the lake. I lean down and dip my hand into the water, “Ooooo, its cold.”

Ken jokingly says, “Wanna go for a skinny dip?”

I stand and punch his arm, “You first,” giggling. This prompts him to pull his T shirt over his head, “Okay,” he laughs.

“Are you kidding me,? I was only joking. Its freezing.”

I watch Ken, his T shirt lying on the grass, now slipping out of his shorts and running toward the water, he runs into the lake before diving under the water and re emerging, yelling back at me,

“C’mon, its beautiful, refreshing. Wakes a person up.”

Not wanting to be shown up as a sissy, I slip off my T shirt, slip out of my shorts and run into the water, clad only in my bra, before diving under and emerging next to Ken. “You liar,” laughing, “its freezing.” Shivering.

“My gawd, you’re beautiful, especially in the cold. Come to daddy.” Reaching over for me and tweaking a stiff nipple.

“Trust a man to be thinking of sex when he’s freezing.”

Ken smiles and pulls me tight into him. “Speaking of which, thank you for this mornings appetizer. You were delicious.”

This brings a smile to my face. I’m beginning to understand how Ken thinks and operates and loves. And, I like it. So much different than anything I’m used too.

Back on the shore, Ken lends me his T shirt, “Wipe yourself dry as much as you can. The sun will do the rest babe. We shouldn’t see anyone else along the trail this time of year this early in the day. We should be safe.”

“Are you refreshed babe?” smiling. “Certainly works the cobwebs out, doesn’t it?” laughing.

“I agree with you more on that note, but a brutal way to get rid of cobwebs,” trying to laugh.

By the time we reach the hill top again we are dry and an hour later we are walking through the cabin door.

“I’ll make dinner,” Ken shouts.

“And I’ll shower and warm up.”

In the shower the hot cascading water is delightful to stand under, and the steam created adding warmth to the trapped air. Thinking how much I feel embarrassed for the way I reacted and ended our time together in the park the other day. Should I make it up to him, I definitely should and I know just the way.. Stepping out of the shower and looking through my shoulder bag for the dress I brought. Drying my hair, dressing and making myself pretty, I’m ready to make an appearance.

Having made a salad, grilled a couple steaks and pulled down a bottle of red wine from the cupboard, Ken has pretty much prepared supper. A quick trip through the second bathroom to clean up and get dressed he awaits Julies arrival.

Julie is wearing her ‘making it up to him’ dress with high heels and her shoulder length hair in curls. Stepping into the large open living area off the kitchen she approaches Ken from behind.

He hears her. Turns around. And observes her. His mouth drops open. Finding a soft chair to fall into, he drops. He is both stunned and aroused.

“I thought you may enjoy another appetizer before the main course.”

Julie walks over and sits sideways in his lap.

“What sayeth you My Lord?” kissing him as she waves her legs in the air.

Dressed in a red strapless matte dress, a sleek curve hugging tube dress, a ‘fuck me’ dress, which stretches over her breasts, hugs every curve and stretches over her incredible ass before ending.

“I say, lets eat, I’m starving.” His aroused cock poking into Julies backside.

“Yes you are,” giggling.

“Words can’t describe how luscious you are tonight baby,” Ken rises from the chair, hands holding Julie in his arms, “Shag or bed?”

“Right here baby,” as Ken guides her down into the thick shag carpet.

Julie smiles up at him as Ken disrobes, shirt unbuttoned, shoes kicked off. slacks unbuckled and slid down his legs, socks tossed to the side and, lastly, boxers removed.

For the first time Julie sees her lover, her man, completely naked before her and she is not disappointed.

Kens cock stands at attention, thick, veiny and perfect in length. His large hairy ball sac dangling beneath the base.

Ken smiles, “You approve?” and drops to his knees at Julies feet, taking the big toe into one of his hands and sucking it into his mouth. The sucking sends a tingling sensation thru Julie, a bolt of electricity. Surprised by how erotic this is, Julie gasps.

Ken continues sucking, one big toe, the other big toe and Julie wiggles and squirms. Lifting her leg Ken licks along the back of her knee, igniting another gasp and more wiggling. Attacking these erotic zones with his mouth sends Julie into a sexual frenzy.

Her body squirming all over the rug, Ken unable to hold her steady, instead kisses her up her inner thighs, mouth nibbling, tongue licking and teasing until he reaches her labia.

One long lick along the lips and folds of her pussy brings Julies ass up off the rug, Squealing and shaking. Ken takes hold of the loose folds of skin with his teeth, nibbling and tasty her sex. Licking faster, probing and exploring pushing his tongue inside her pussy and sucking the vagina into his mouth.

Julie SCREAMS, “ARGHHHHHHH,” body writhing, sexual secretions discharging.

A hand on her clitoris, fingers circling whilst he licks and swallows, Ken sucks and swallows Julies sex.

Julie shakes again, SQUEALS and wiggles, tremors vibrating thru her.

Ken maneuvers his body kneeling upward for the finishing climax looking down on his lover, so cute dressed in her curve hugging red dress. So sexy. So fucking sexy and gorgeous, tasting so delicious, she oozes sexuality, so sensuous and inviting.

Taking his thick cock in hand, one last look into Julies happy face and pushes downward and forward. The mushy cock head rubs along her pussy lips before forcing them apart and entering her. The velvety sheath opening to the intrusion.

Her arousal lubricates his cock as it enters further sending a sensation through Ken he hasn’t felt for some time. Throwing his head back and reveling in the moment, he pumps and thrusts, fucking his lover.

Julie swallows and holds the rug in her clenched fists as she is drilled hard and harder, fast and faster, her body meeting the thrusts.

The naked man and his red micro mini dress lover grunt and yelp, orgasming simultaneously, CUMing together. Cock erupting in a forceful explosion of CUM, filling Julies womb with life giving seed.