Felicity Ch. 06

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I asked for the flowers to be among their first deliveries since the guest was checking out that morning.

I was back in the coffee shop when my son joined me.

"So tell me," I asked. "What happened after the old people left?"

"Actually I would not know. Karen said she had a leg cramp after the Thriller dance and asked me to help her to her room. I was massaging her leg when I somehow let it slip that you expected that she and I would be married. I meant to say it as a joke but it did not come out that way.

She told me that we should not disappoint you.

It took me a second to realize I had just asked Karen to marry me and she had said yes. The rest of the night is a blur but we did agree that in one very important respect we were a perfect match for each other. We confirmed that with a variety of different experiments. All of them successful."

I gave my brilliantly blushing son a hug and congratulated him. Then I sent him to the flower shop so he could send Karen a dozen red roses in a box so she could take them home. I told him that the card had to say "I Love You." Nothing else would do. He nodded and was ready to go home in ten minutes.

Our drive back was uneventful except that each time I though of The Redhead I got an erection. An aftershock from the sex almost made me drive off the road.

My son tried to sleep but he got three phone calls that kept him awake, all three from Karen. The first to ask if he was already on the road and to say that she had his dress shoes, the second was to gush about her flowers, the third was to ask if he had told me what had happened between them.

"Yes I have", he said to her. "He thinks that it is the most intelligent thing I have ever done. I have to admit he is right, this time. The roses were his idea too. He has had a good brain weekend for a change. Owww!"

The last he said as I gave him a mild punch to his bicep. The conversation between them degenerated into whispers of endearment and I stopped listening.

As I drove on I realized that The Woman had taken over most of my thoughts. I regretted not putting my name on the card. Hell, I regretted not putting my phone numbers, address, e-mail, IM, social security and drivers license numbers on the card.

I had begun to fervently wish it had not been a one-night stand.

Once with her had not been nearly enough.

*

Wendy MacDuff was the middle child, the soft one, the loving one. She had seen more than her share of tragedy in her life. Yet she was the rock that anchored her very large extended family.

She had divorced at twenty-six, had become childless at twenty-eight.

In a large family of teachers and lawyers she was an artist. She at times sang with the City opera and at times played her oboe with the symphony. Her forte was designing and making jewelry and had acquired a nice following.

She had relied on her family and close friends for all the love she needed for twenty years. She was happy and as secure as an island fortress.

She was now forty-five years old and terrified that she may have fallen in love for the first time in her life and yet didn't know his name.

Wendy's sex life for the previous twenty years consisted of mostly one-night stands with men and women with women being the majority. Picking up a strange man to fuck had stopped years before. Picking up strange women to fuck was not yet a rare occurrence. She laughed often.

In the company of strangers she was a different person, she stayed in the background and studied people. Her one-night stands may have thought they had been chosen spontaneously but in fact they had been scouted for some time.

It had been more than a couple of months since her last sex with anyone but Wendy was not particularly horny. She had a very special toy that her big sister Martha had brought for her from Amsterdam and it did a fine job of satisfying her sexual needs. Its name was Lance.

Her present predicament began the previous Saturday when she had been a bridesmaid at a wedding. She had tried to convince the bride and groom that she was too old for such a thing but they had insisted. They adored Wendy and really wanted her to be part of the ceremony.

The bride was her niece Margaret, the groom was a photographer named Jason that was already making his reputation in the field. Wendy in fact had several of his prints on the walls of her townhouse.

It was at a show of his work that a conversation between them brought Jason and Maggie together. Wendy had been present to see the first sparks between them.

Her problem began as she stood by the altar with the other bridesmaids waiting for Maggie to make her entrance. She had suddenly felt eyes boring in on her and searched the pews to make sure she was just imagining things.

She wasn't.

A man about her age or a bit older was looking at her as if he was lost in the desert and she was ice cream. He quickly averted his eyes when he saw her look at him. She saw him blush. She saw his dimples. "Very cute," she thought.

She had apparently stared back at him a bit too long because she saw him lift his eyes back towards her. Suddenly a chill ran up her spine raising the hair on the back of her neck as their eyes met. She quickly averted her eyes and felt herself blush.

"Get a grip old broad, you are acting like a schoolgirl," she mentally chastised herself.

She was saved any further fluster by Mendelssohn's March and beamed as Margaret strolled down the isle.

During the ceremony Wendy noted that she felt a bit more at ease in her role as bridesmaid. She was flattered that for at least one man she was the pretty one.

The passionate kiss between the bride and groom had everyone around her giggling and she glanced at the man with the dimples. He had a big grin on his face as he looked at the spectacle by the altar. When he glanced at Wendy he had a shy smile for her.

They nodded to each other as she followed the procession out and again she saw him blush which was OK since she felt herself blush too.

She had many duties to perform as soon as the ceremony ended as her main role was lead wedding coordinator. She had to round up everyone for the photographs then rush to the hotel and get the caterers and bartenders ready.

A small disaster slowed her down when a bottle of champagne that was being opened erupted all over her forcing her to go up to her hotel room and change clothes. Feeling rushed she did not bother putting on any underwear but that was not a rarity for her.

Her hair suffered the worst of it and she hurried to repair it but was late getting back. By the time she made it to the reception the party had already started.

After getting something to eat she strolled through the reception to make sure all was going as planned. She also added a discreet search for the man with the dimples to her perusals.

She found him by a wall next to an exit. She was not surprised to see that he was a people watcher. He had blushed more than once when their eyes met so he also struck her as a shy man.

She suddenly felt she was in a hurry, she feared that he would soon bolt out the handy exit and vanish before she got a chance to make contact.

Wendy quickly walked over to the bartender nearest him and asked her if she knew what the man in the black suit and gray shirt was drinking.

"Crown on the rocks," she said. "I remember because he is one of the few people tipping me."

Wendy got two crowns and walked over to him and handed him one. She turned her back to him and joined him in his vigil.

She heard him catch his breath. That made her smile.

The crowd around her forced her to adjust her spot and she ended up directly in front of him with her ass against his crotch.

Wendy again felt a chill up her spine when she felt his cock harden and begin its journey up. She was wearing a satin dress with no underwear so it felt to her as if she was naked. Her pussy lubricated itself as her nipples tried to stab their way through the dress. She was suddenly as horny as she had been in years.

The wedding party's Thriller dance forced Wendy further back into him. She was suddenly happy that she was not taking part in it. Her lead wedding planner duties had allowed her little time to rehearse and she had not been able to learn the steps.

Her greater closeness to him increased the contact between his cock and her ass. She could feel it throb.

Wendy was the boldest woman most of her friends and family knew but what she did next was well past her most outrageous stunts. She slid a hand behind her, grabbed his cock and placed it against her pussy lips.

She soon decided that was not nearly good enough for her so as soon as she saw the opportunity she took his hands and led him up to her room.

She was grateful that as soon as she was naked in bed the man dove for her pussy and stayed there until she had several orgasms.

He then kissed his way to her tits and loved them as he gently caressed her pussy. Wendy cut short his homage of her tits and urged him to fuck her. Her orgasm from his fuck was very much needed, very satisfying. He gave her time to recover as he kissed her. She drank in his kisses.

Wendy was hoping he would stay and fuck her again but expected the usual awkward exit.

Instead he spent the rest of the night loving her, pleasing her. He made her feel adored. She felt like she was the most important being in his world.

Twice they slept and twice they awoke to fuck again,

Near dawn he got dressed and readied to leave. He stopped to kiss her even though she was pretending to be asleep. He wanted to tell her goodbye, a much appreciated but seldom received courtesy.

She returned his kiss. The ardor of the kisses kept escalating until he undressed again and gave her the most intense orgasm of her recent life. He stayed until she was asleep.

The next morning a dozen roses were delivered to her. She instantly knew whom they were from; the card had a drawing of an exhausted smiley face on it.

She said to herself, "Yeah, that's how I feel too."

Her grin turned to a frown when she looked at the back of the card and saw it was blank. He either did not want her to know who he was or he thought she already did; she hoped it was the latter although she truly had no idea who he was.

She berated herself for not even asking him his name. She suddenly realized that they had never said a word to each other. Not one.

She added one more possible reason for the blank card; he thought it was what she preferred.

It had been two days after her tryst when she decided that just a one-night stand with him was unacceptable.

At the most inopportune time she felt his kisses on her lips, she felt his cock sliding into her pussy. She wanted him.

It took just one more day to find out who he was.

After her sisters Maggie's wedding Wendy's niece Karen had at last become engaged to the guy she adored. His name was Mike and he had adorable dimples. When they came by her Jewelry shop to pick out a ring Wendy led the conversation to Maggie's wedding and the guest list.

She mentioned that the groom's side had few people in it. Mike agreed and commented that his Dad had told him he did not know anyone around him. Most were likely photographer friends of Jason.

Before Wendy had the chance to ask which one was his Dad Karen volunteered, "He was the one in the black suit, the cute one with the dimples, which Mike gratefully inherited. His name is Jim and has known Jason for years."

Wendy doubted that the two had heard her sigh of relief or noticed her markedly increased humor as they selected a ring.

As Karen debated between her ring choice finalists Mike told Wendy that they would be grilling at their house late Saturday afternoon and her attendance was mandatory.

The engagement ring Karen finally chose needed minor adjustments but Wendy promised Karen that she would have it by the weekend.

Mike said that would be perfect as they were on their way down the coast to do some "fishing."

Karen confessed to her Aunt Wendy that they had decided to get out of town for a couple of days because they kept getting interrupted by friends and family while she and Mike were trying to get "better acquainted."

After some hugs and kisses the young couple left which allowed Wendy to indulge herself in her little happiness dance. She and her man with the dimples were about to enter into a relationship one way or another. Her niece was marrying his son.

She danced her way to the red roses at the end of her display case and inhaled their aroma.

They had been with her every minute since Sunday, she brought them to work each morning and took them home each evening.

By the end of the following afternoon Wendy had finished with the ring and called Karen to tell her. Karen pleaded for Wendy to bring it out to them promising to treat her to dinner. Wendy's weeknights did not encompass anything more interesting than laundry and she loved the beach town they were in so she agreed. The town was just thirty minutes away.

When Karen and Mike returned that Friday they stopped at her shop and Karen pretended that Wendy had not seen the ring and fished for compliments. Wendy humored her then passed Mike an envelope to give to his dad. His pet shop would be their next stop on the way home as Mike had equipment to drop off.

When asked Wendy told them that she was just asking Jim for a good time to get together. As she expected Karen and Mike assumed that it was about his role in their wedding.

"He is going to be at the grilling tomorrow afternoon too, you could talk to him then," Karen said.

"Good, but give him that anyway so he will know what to expect," Wendy countered. She tried to keep her grin and voice free of mischievous overtones.

As soon as Mike and Karen left Wendy began to shake. The contents of the envelope was going to place her at the mercy of a man, something she had swore to herself years before she would never do again.

The only thing in the envelope was the card that came with her roses the previous weekend. She had added one word next to the exhausted smiley face. "Again?"

She had suddenly worried that the answer could be, 'No, thanks."

*

A week had passed since Jim's fuckathon with the mysterious Redheaded Woman after a wedding reception. On his long workday that following Monday his obsession with her took hold. On Tuesday he started a discreet search for her identity.

He had no luck in finding out who she was but figured that he only needed to wait for his future daughter-in-law Karen to return to town. She and The Redhead had been bridesmaids at the wedding. His son Mike and his fiancée were on a "fishing trip."

The following Friday morning Jim was at work. He owned the only pet shop in the coastal town of Felicity and needed to get to work early and check on his creatures. He seldom kept high maintenance pets in his shop; he kept no dogs or cats.

Jim could get his customers good dogs and fancy cats from reputable breeders in the area but the bulk of his trade was in aquarium fish, some reptiles, and the better brands of dog and cat food. His shop carried a full complement of pet supplies.

In truth the pet shop was not much of a money making proposition, It paid for itself and his few part time employees and maybe for a nice trip somewhere once a year. He hired a manager full time each summer, normally a college biology or pre-vet major. Jim's primary shop income came from leasing aquariums to offices and homes. He had customers as far as sixty miles away at the edge of The City. Many of his aquariums were in Dentist's waiting rooms.

After his shop manager arrived he did his usual Friday rounds and when he returned to the shop around noon he was surprised and pleased to see Mike and Karen waiting for him. Mike said that they had just returned from their trip but stopped by on their way home to say hello and return some of his equipment.

Mike said, "Come to our house Saturday at about four, we will be grilling some steaks and showing off our pictures."

After a short euphemism filled conversation between father and son that made Karen blush she said to Jim, "Here, Aunt Wendy sent you this."

She handed Jim an envelope as they were getting ready to leave, which he put on his desk assuming it was something about his role in the upcoming nuptials. Her Aunt Wendy was the lead wedding planner. Jim had not met her but had heard the name mentioned when a conversation had veered towards the event.

The envelope told him she was the Wendy in Wendy's Custom Jewelry and Antiques. He passed by her shop on the days he headed towards the freeway but had never seen its doors open. He went past it early in the mornings and early in the evening.

Mike and Karen had left before Jim had a chance to ask Karen about his redhead but he figured that conversation would seem less suspicious Saturday.

Jim lived in the midst of ten wooded acres that contained six large old houses. A wildlife preserve surrounded the forest around him. He thought of it as camping out with all the conveniences.

He had bought the place three years before, right after Mike had secured his first teaching job after his college graduation. Most of the restoration and improvement were done and he had already decided that was where he was going to die. His first career had demanded that he and Mike move often and he had decided he was never moving again.

It was a beautiful night as he sat on his screened back porch and ate supper as the neighborhood deer trooped through his back yard. After he was done he cleaned up and returned to the porch with a Dos Equis and waited for Celia to come get her dog biscuit. Celia was the friendly neighborhood raccoon.

He was back inside on his recliner watching the news when he remembered the envelope. As soon as the news was over he picked it up and slid its contents out. It immediately cost him most of a night's sleep.

The only thing inside was a card, the type of card you send with flowers. It had his drawing of a smiley face with a goofy expression. Next to the smiley face was written one word. "Again?"

Wendy was his Redheaded Woman! She was asking for seconds!

Jim felt his entire body blush, his erection was instantaneous. He took off his gym shorts and went to the back porch to masturbate. Even though his ejaculation had been worthy of natural wonder designation it had taken less than two minutes and he was still agitated.

It suddenly occurred to Jim that he would see her the following day at his son's house and that made his agitation worse so he channeled his energy into cleaning his mostly clean home.

He followed that by washing any garment he had that had the possibility it would be worn Saturday afternoon even if it was already clean. He had decided that he was going to be as handsome as a forty-nine year old man could be. OK, fifty two.

It never occurred to Jim to ask himself why his reunion with Wendy was so all-important to him, he just knew it was. It was two in the morning and another masturbation later before he could get to sleep.

Even though his Saturday was very busy he found the hours going by in slow motion. He did call Karen early that afternoon to see how they were doing and to casually ask if she knew for sure that her Aunt Wendy would be there. Karen told him that yes she would be.

Jim knew he had plenty of time and could relax a bit but found that to be impossible. He made it to just past two in the afternoon before he gave up and asked his manager to close up for him.

Jim called Mike and asked if he needed anything.

"Yes, Dad. Glad you called. There are a lot more people coming than we expected. We need six more steaks, and more hot dogs and buns, and a case of beer. A couple of bottles of Ste. Genevieve Sweet Red wine would be a good idea too. And some ice. And some chairs."

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