The traffic was terrible...we hadn't moved more than ten feet in the last half-hour... Yes, the traffic was terrible but the company was terrific!! There we were together, watching the scenery not going by - enjoying our conversation, enjoying listening to some great music on the car's stereo...laughing, talking, getting to know each other better...simply ma...
This is the second part of my first story. Things in this part get a little bit darker. All characters are well over the age of 18. ***** The Saturday after the episode when Toni revealed the true nature of Marion's "business" I woke to find another hand written envelope on my doormat. It was addressed to "Jane" in the familiar black italic hand writing....
With thanks to my proofreaders, I and S - to I for inspiring me to write, and to S for "talking me down from the ledge" when I messed up my editing. * * * * * I felt his glare before I met it. I looked up into his steel blue eyes. They seemed to be looking through me. I was suddenly aware that my hard nipples were brushing almost painfully against the sea...
It's a different train platform, a different day, a different city, and even a different country. It's slicker and more antiseptic than Hamburg was, but still is definitely Gallic. The hum of conversation sounds different, the smells are different, and the feeling is different. Liz certainly feels different than she did--somewhat undone and definitely tired...
First of all, I'm what you would probably call an intelligent man. Several degrees behind my name and I.... well, lets just say I hold an important position at some certain research laboratories doing "scientific" stuff. Yeah, I'm proud of it, too. I hate telling stories that make me seem foolish. In this case, my therapist suggested it's a way to confront...
I don't think that I moved the entire night. I had no dreams that I was aware of, there were no walls closing in on me – nothing! I was still lightly dozing when I felt a hand on my shoulder shaking me gently and heard Glenn's voice saying, "Wake up, Judy. You've got a tour to take." I sat up, half awake, as he went on, "Nick will be here and you'll still be...
It started when I was commuting to work along a major interstate that skirts the city. Men blatantly check me out as they drift ahead and back in amongst the traffic. Business attire works well with my short, layered sandy hair. I wear a lightweight dress coat over thin turtleneck sweaters that nicely hug my upper half. The top stretches over my medium, ski...
I had been driving since early that morning. As I have been known to do in the past, I took an exit off the interstate, and drove the back roads for quite a way, enjoying the scenery, and stopping places that I wanted to. Finally, after getting back on the interstate, and reaching a larger city, I decided it was time to stop for the night, and get some rest....
Note: Please consider reading the first chapter of this story. It can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/the-book-tour In the first chapter, Nathan and Marissa, in their mid 40's, rediscover each other after 25 years. ***** Marissa and I spent the first few days of the tour locked down in our hotel rooms in Vancouver and Calgary. What I remem...
Part I: Fantasy Becomes Reality You know how sometimes you can remember an event in your life that at the time didn't seem important but turned out to be life altering? The event I am thinking of happened nine years ago and I remember as clearly as if it happened yesterday. My wife Barb and I had been out drinking and dancing that Saturday night and return...