Affair of the Heart

So, like a fool I drove him the airport and thanked him for dinner. He gave me a sensual kiss before walking away. Inside my mind, I was screaming, “No! Don’t go!” But I only said, “Good-bye Gordon. Call me sometime.” Then I drove away without looking back. I remained in control until I got home. That was when I broke down in tears.

There was a message on my answering machine from Gordon. His words started the tears which didn’t stop for half an hour. He said, “I miss you already and I’m not even on the plane yet. I am standing here remembering how good it felt to hold you this morning. I can’t get you out of my mind. It is going to seem like an eternity before I get to look into your beautiful blue eyes again. Til we meet again, I will be thinking of you, my lady.”

I ran to my bed and fell on it, crying hysterically. “Why do I always let the good ones get away?”, I yelled at myself. I hugged my pillow and rocked myself to sleep. I awoke six hours later with my face feeling crusty from the dried tears. I turned on the tv, not being able to stand the silence in my house and went to take a bath. I half listened to the news as I soaked in the hot water. Suddenly words on the tv caught my attention, I heard the reporter say something about a plane crash over the Atlantic Ocean.

I jumped out of the tub, nearly slipping and falling on the tile floor as I wrapped a towel around me and hurried to the tv. My mind raced as I tried to remember what time Gordon’s connecting flight in New York was leaving for the U.K. “Oh shit!”, I cried out when they said the flight was in route to Scotland. I sank to my knees and prayed that it wasn’t his plane. I jumped when the phone rang and crawled frantically toward it. “Hello? Gordon is that you?”, I shrieked into the receiver.

“No, It’s Linda. What’s wrong Jackie?”, my dear friend asked. I began to ramble and cry so fast that she could not understand me. I had to tell her several times. She said, “Okay hon. Calm down. I’m sure there are lots of flights to Scotland everyday. Let me call the airline and see what I can find out. Then I will call you back.” I hung up the phone and began to pace. “Oh please be okay Gordon.”, I said repeatedly. I kept looking at the clock. Fifteen minutes passed, then thirty minutes. “Why hasn’t she called back?”, I said.

It was a full hour before the phone rang again. It was Linda. She said, “What is Gordon’s last name?”, She asked. I told her and she promised to call back as soon as she could. After another agonizing hour the phone rang again. A sense of dread began to overcome me before I picked up the handset. “Yes?”, I said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’m sorry, Jackie. It was his flight.”, Linda said. “Oh my God!”, I said as I dropped the phone and fainted, falling to the floor.

I came to sometime later when a frantic knocking sound came from my front door. I stood up on shaky legs and slowly made my way to the door. I opened it and fell into my son, Tim’s arms. He said, “I heard about your friend, Mom. Linda called me and told me that you freaked out and I should come check on you.” I began to cry again as he helped me back to my bedroom. I sat on the bed shaking uncontrollably as he tried to talk to me. “Listen Mom, they have pulled some survivors out of the water. Calm down, please!” He had to repeat it three times before I realized what he said. “How many people did they save?”, I asked. With a big sigh he said, “Only 14 out of 180.”

I started crying again barely noticing the doorbell ring. He went to answer it, letting Linda and Jayna into the house. They decided to stay with me until I got word about Gordon. I think Tim was grateful they were there so he could go back to work. He wasn’t sure how to deal with me since I was in hysteria.

I refused to eat and was barely able to eat over the next 24 hours. I was growing my impatient as each hour passed. My friends took turns sitting in my room with me, sleeping in shifts. It was a full two days later before the phone call came from the airline, to let me know if Gordon was on the deceased list or not.

When the phone rang I grabbed it on the first ring. “Hello? Is this the airline?”, I answered. “Yes, ma’am. We are calling to tell you that Mr. Gordon Steward was found alive and flown by helicopter to a hospital in New York City.” “Thank God.”, I said. I wrote down the hospital information and hung up the phone.

I barely took time to hug Linda and Jayna before I ran to my room and started packing a bag. “Do you need us to drive you to the airport?”, Jayna asked. I shook my head no and said, “There’s no way I am getting on a plane. I am driving to New York. Thanks for staying with me girlfriends. I will call you when I get there.”

On my way out of town I fueled up my car and stopped at the ATM to get some cash. Then I started out on the long drive. I only stopped a couple times for short breaks and was in New York City within thirteen hours. It took me two hours to find the hospital though. By the time I got through all the traffic my head was throbbing and I was relieved to get out of the car. I stopped at the gift shop to buy Gordon a card. Then I headed for the elevators. I had to wait for five minutes before getting on because they were all so crowded.

I got to his room just as visiting hours were starting. I almost started crying when I saw him laying there with his head bandaged up. His eyes were closed so I assumed he was sleeping. I tiptoed into the room and gently set down on the foot of his bed. I put my hand on top of his, careful not to bump his I.V. line. I whispered, “Thank God, your alive. I never would have forgiven myself for letting you leave, if you had died. I wish I had told you how much I wanted you to stay.”

I stood up and walked over to the window, looking out at the city as tears poured down my cheeks. I promised myself that I would tell him how I felt before I left the hospital that day. I was lost in thought when Gordon spoke. He said, “You don’t know how good it feels to hear you say those things to me. I wanted to stay but I thought that if I said anything it would scare you away.” I turned to look at him after wiping the tear streaks off my skin and said, “For pity sake Gordon, I’m not that easy to scare off!”

I moved back to the bed and leaned over him, hugging him the best I could with his current predicament. I said, “How bad are you hurt? I was so scared that I had lost you when I heard about the plane crash.” He chuckled and said, “Not to worry, my lady. I’m a tough old bird. It would take more than a plane crash to kill me off. I just have a few bruises, a broken arm and a concussion.”

“Oh you poor thing. I hope you will be okay.”, I said as I tried to mother him. I smoothed his blankets out and made sure he was covered up good. Then I fluffed his pillows. After a few minutes of this, in a teasing voice he said, “If you keep this up, you’re going to spoil me. Then I will have to take you home with me to be my nurse-maid.” I smiled and said, “Really? Would you like a sponge bath?” The look on his face answered my question.

I walked over to the door and shut it. Then I filled a plastic tub with water and grabbed a wash cloth. He looked at me in disbelief when I pulled the covers back and lifted his hospital gown. My eyes widened when I saw that he had no underwear on. “Tell me, Gordon... Is this what you wear underneath your kilt too?”, I asked. He started laughing and said, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

I slowly began to wipe his skin with the wet cloth. Washing his legs first, careful to avoid his groin area. As my hand gradually moved up his legs, I noticed his body was reacting to my touch. “Oh my.”, I said when his manhood swelled and stood up. Gordon gave me a sly grin and replied, “It’s good to know that didn’t get broken in the crash.” I winked at him and said, “Well, if it had been hurt, I would have kissed it and made it feel better.” He groaned as his muscle grew larger.

I sat down on the bed and gently wrapped the wash cloth and my fingers around his girth. Then I started gliding my hand very slowly up and down his length. All the time I kept my eyes locked on his. He moaned in pleasure as I stroked him ever so gently. I said, “Can you imagine how good it would feel if it was my mouth doing this?” He groaned and said, “Yes.”

I quickened my pace and seductively licked my lips. His eyes rolled back in his head when I used my free hand to caress his balls. I felt his rod stiffen even more and twitch. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he finished. I removed the wash cloth and resumed stroking him with my bare hand. Just as he was about to shoot his load, I pushed his foreskin back a bit.

His hot cream spewed out, covered my fingertips. He moaned in pleasure as I massaged him a few more strokes, draining every drop he had to offer. When I released my grip from his softening pole, he gasped and tried to catch his breath. I lifted my slippery fingers to my cleavage and began to massage the cream into my skin. His eyes followed the movement of my hand until I finished.

Then I picked the wash cloth up and wiped the sticky residue from his skin. I pulled his gown back down and covered him up just before the door to his room opened. The nurse gave me a strange look when I picked up the tub of water and walked into the bathroom. When I returned she was taking Gordon’s blood pressure, pulse and temperature. She smiled at me and said, “I’m glad someone came to visit Mr. Stewart. I was afraid that he would have no company since he is from Scotland.” I nodded my head and said, “I drove 13 hours to see him. He is very dear to me and I would do anything for him.”

The nurse looked down at Gordon and said, “Looks like you have an admirer. I wonder if she is the reason your pulse is racing right now.” When she pulled the thermometer out of his mouth, he laughed.

I stayed at his bedside the rest of the day, not leaving until visiting hours were over. I promised to return the next morning. I gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before heading out to find a nearby motel. I found one within an hour. It was a bit costly but I didn’t care because I wanted to stay close to Gordon. I took a long bubble bath and called my friends back home to let them know what was happening. Then I ate a late dinner and went to bed.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and got ready to go to the hospital. I knew that I wouldn’t be allowed to see him at that hour. But I figured I could sit in the waiting room watching tv and drinking coffee. I was surprised to see Gordon in the hallway when I got there. A nurse was holding his arm while he slowly walked, dragging his I.V. pole with him. When I approached, he said, “I’m glad you’re here. Tell this nurse to stop tormenting me and let me go back to bed.” The nurse let me take his arm and said, “You have to walk around so you won’t get stiff Mr. Gordon.”

After she walked away, he turned to me and said, “I don’t mind getting stiff.. well not for you anyway, my lady.” I blushed and smiled. I spent half the day with him then headed back to South Carolina after making him promise to call me the moment he got home. He was to be released from the hospital in the next few days. But I wasn’t able to stay in New York City any longer because I had to get back to work. The rest of the week went by at a snails pace. It was Friday evening before I heard from Gordon, again.

He had flown home the day before even though his doctor had advised him against flying. He called me and assured me that he was okay. The flight went without incident. He promised to keep in touch and would let me know when his next trip to the states was. I didn’t hear from him over the next several weeks. I became grumpier as each day passed. Everyone’s patience with me was about to run out.

Then one morning at work when I was feeling particularly grumpy, a knock sounded on my office door. I had told my secretary that I did not want to be disturbed. I stomped across my office and whipped the door open to yell at whoever was standing there. When I saw Gordon standing there with an ear to ear grin on his face, my mouth fell wide open and my chin dropped. He said, “I’ve traveled thousands of miles just to hug you.” I smiled and opened my arms for him. We embraced there in the doorway for several moments until my co-workers began to stare and point.

I invited him into my office, locking the door behind him. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming?, I asked with slight annoyance that I hadn’t been given the chance to primp before his arrival. “I wanted to surprise you, my lady.”, He replied. I said, “Well you did just that. I must look a mess. I have been doing paperwork all morning and I’m feeling a bit stressed out.” He shook his head no and said, “I think you look beautiful.” I blushed and said, “How long are you staying?”

“Well, let me explain the main reason for my trip to the states before I tell you that.”, He began. I listened as he went on, “In Scotland I own a clothing business. I have been selling my clothes to dealers all over the states for many years now. Over the past month, I did a lot of thinking about my life. I guess you could say that plane crash really opened my eyes. I am a wealthy man. I am thirty-five years old. Never been married. All my family is busy with their own lives. All I have had to pre-occupy my mind and heart for years has been my businesses. But something has always been missing.” He paused for a minute giving me the chance to ask, “What is missing Gordon?”

He stood up and walked around my desk, pulling a chair up beside me. Then he took both my hands in his and said, “My lady has been missing from my life. Which is why I spent the last week moving all my belongings to the states. I bought a house here in town. I am going to run my business from here so that I can always be close to you, my lady.” I felt my mouth go dry. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest right then and there. All I could say was, “Oh my God.”

I didn’t even try to hold back the tears of joy that began to trickle down my face. He said, “If you will have me, I want you, Jackie.” My lower lip began to tremble as my tears increased. The whole room was a blur. All I could focus on was his bright blue eyes. “Please don’t cry, Jackie. I promise to never hurt you. We can take things as slow as you need to. I won’t rush you.”, He told me. “Oh Gordon!”, I said collapsing into his arms. He held me tight as I cried and said, “You’ve made me so happy. I didn’t think it was possible to ever feel this way.”

True to his word, Gordon never hurt me. Over the next two years we dated regularly when he wasn’t away on business. He still had to travel the states making sales. But he tried to be home as often as possible. He never pressured me to make our relationship sexual. He knew I was to scared to become fully involved with him. We did mess around a bit, lots of touching and kissing. But the actual bonding of our relationship did not come until I had a life changing unbelievable encounter.

One day I was out walking in the park and sat down on a bench next to an elderly woman. She was watching all the children playing. I noticed that she had very sad eyes even though she was smiling. I said, “Hi, Are you watching your grandchildren play?” She said, “No, I like to come to this park and think about the past. I like to watch the kids play while I think.”

When I didn’t respond she continued talking. “About twenty years ago, In this very town I met the love of my life. I had been scorned many times in my life and resisted his advances. I did not want to admit how much I loved him. I even pretended to hate him for a while. He eventually got tired of waiting on me and went on with his life. I lost him because my heart was blinded by pain. Now I sit here day in and day out, fondly remembering him.” Her words touched my heart. I felt sorry for her and said, “That is so sad um.. Can I ask your name?”

I kid you not, that old lady turned to me and looked me in the eye and said, “My name doesn’t matter, Jackie. Look long and hard at me, for I am a prediction of what is to come if you don’t stop being afraid. You are going to lose him if you don’t open your heart and let him in.” I turned my head away, momentarily to try to absorb her words. When I turned back to ask her how she knew my name, she was gone. I sat there for a long time, feeling very confused and wondering if it had all been a dream.

The rest of the day was spent with me walking and thinking about my life. I wasn’t sure if I would ever understand what happened in that park. But I knew it was a sign that I had to make a choice. I went home and took a long bath. Then I dressed in my nicest clothes and went to see Gordon.

He looked surprised when he opened his door and saw me all dressed up and holding a dozen red roses. I handed them to him and said, “I need to talk to you.” He laughed and said, “Flowers for me from my lady! It must be my lucky day.” We walked into his living room and sat on the sofa. He said, “What’s on your mind? You look troubled.” I shook my head no and said, “Gordon, I should have told you this a long time ago. I love you with all my heart and soul.”

He froze and looked totally stunned for a few seconds. Then he said, “You don’t know how much I longed to hear those words come out of your mouth, Jackie. I have dreamed of this since the day you came to see me in the hospital. I have loved you since I opened my eyes and saw you standing at the window crying while I lay there all wrapped up in those bandages.”

As he spoke to me, tears began to pour down his face. I had never believed a man before when he said, I love you. But I knew Gordon was telling the truth at that moment. I started to cry to and wrapped my arms around him. “I don’t ever want to let you go. You are the most important person in my life.”, I told him. He said, “Well then don’t let go. Marry me, Jackie.” I sat back and stuttered, “Ww-ha- tt?” He slid off the sofa and knelt on one knee in front of me and said, “Please marry me, my lady.”

“Oh my God!”, I cried out. Then I said, “Oh yes, Gordon. Let’s get married. I love you so much.” I fell into his arms, knocking him flat on his back on the carpeted floor. Our lips melted into a heated kiss as we began to fumble with each others clothes. All the sexual tension that had built up over the previous two years came rushing out of both of us.

We were both naked in less than a minute. He slipped out from under me and scooped me up, carrying me through his house to his bed. He lay me down and crawled next to me. He began to nuzzle my neck, planting soft kisses on my skin, working his way around to the other side of my head. He gently blew in each of my ears before kissing my mouth sensually again.

Then he gradually began to work his way downward, leaving trails of butterfly kisses across my soft skin. He was so tender with each touch, it was as if he was trying to savor every moment with me. I gasped in pleasure when he cupped my full breasts in his hands, covering each of them in numerous soft licks. As he moved on down, he paused at my belly button to flick it with his tongue.

I arched my back and squirmed, wanting him to continue his journey down to my nether regions. At last he ended my agony by burying his face between my legs. He carefully began to lavish me with gentle licks. Taking his time like it was his last meal. Each time I responded to one of his touches with a moan or cry of pleasure, he repeated it. He seemed to thrive from giving me pleasure. His long tongue swirled delightfully through my pink folds.

Gordon did not let up with his persistent licking until I squealed in ecstacy, releasing a flow of hot juices into his mouth. He greedily lapped up every drop and then licked me clean. Then he moved up the bed and lay down next to me. I gasped for breath until my heart rate slowed then I smiled and said, “If memory serves me right, I owe you a tongue bath from that day at the hospital.” I saw his eyes twinkle at the thought of it.