Innocent Desires (13 page)

Kurt laughed, then laughed some more. His eyes were moist but now he seemed genuinely happy. "I
thought you would like it. It'll get better as it opens up."

The escargot and the salmon arrived, brought by the young and gorgeous server. As we shared the
plates, I asked, "Do you really think I look as good as her?" Normally, I wouldn't ask such a stupid
question, but somehow with Kurt, I knew I would get an honest answer.

"Kathy...she's young, has a bathing suit model's body and a make up model's face. She's stunning. And I
want to sleep with you tonight. May I?"

I blushed. Then I blushed some more. I looked down at my food and then at Kurt's even face. "If you
didn't want to sleep with me tonight, I would be very, very upset." And I meant it.
Kurt laughed and beamed at me. "So you see, Kathy, not only are you the most beautiful woman in the
room, I'm the luckiest guy in the room."

I raised my glass. "Here's to the luckiest guy and the luckiest woman at the resort. Make that, on the
planet." We tapped the glasses together and sipped the wine. It was like liquid orgasm.

The incredibly beautiful young woman, who wasn't lucky enough to have the future sexual attention of
Kurt, came to the table with a cart bearing the makings of the Caesar salad. She rubbed the wooden
bowl with a clove of garlic and added the anchovies, ground them to a paste, then added the rest of the
dressing ingredients and whisked the dressing together. She was very good at her job.

Kurt watched and paid more attention to the salad bowl than to the woman. That impressed me. Even
though her blouse was done up conservatively, she did have larger breasts and they jiggled a bit as she
bent over the bowl and stirred. I got a better look than Kurt. She added the romaine, the bacon, the
parmesan and the croutons, then mixed it. She took two salad bowls and served us both her creation.
"Enjoy," she said.

Sometimes I got a little annoyed at that overused word, but this time I was ready to enjoy. "Thank you,"
I said and meant it.

Kurt raised his glass to her and said, "If you ever want a job in Boulder Colorado, it's yours for the
asking." She smiled and said, "I'll think about it," and walked away with the cart, again with a sensual
sway to her hips.

Kurt only looked for a second this time. So now I knew where he lived, or did I? I took a mouthful of the
salad. It was delicious. I looked at Kurt who was also pleased with the salad. "Tell me," I started, "was
that a real job offer or were you just letting me know where you live?"

He looked at me and gave a wink. "Both. I own a restaurant in Boulder and yes, that's where I live. My
day job is at the university. I'm a professor of astronomy. I get paid well enough but my dad started the
restaurant. When he passed away, I inherited it. My wife did most of the business end of it...the books,
the advertising and such. My head chef does all the food and liquor ordering and the maitre de does the
hiring and firing. All I really do is go there every now and then...for quality control purposes."
I laughed at that. "I don't think I have ever had dinner with a professor of astronomy before," I said,
"and I'm not really sure what an astronomer does."

Kurt smiled at that one. "There's times I wonder myself. But for now, we're on vacation. No shop talk."

In a while, the gorgeous young woman returned with another cart, bearing the chateaubriand and the
trimmings. She expertly prepared the plates and served them. Then she topped up the wine glasses and
with a friendly smile said, "I ran away to this island to escape the big city life I had in New York. Maybe
it's time for me to consider another run."

Kurt just took out his wallet and handed her a card. "If and when you are serious, give me a call. I meant
what I said about a job." She thanked him, and said, "Please enjoy your meals," and walked away.

Kurt didn't look this time. Instead he said, "After listening to my dad about the restaurant business and
having it for the past eight years, I know an employee asset when I see one. It's true that sex sells, but
only for so long if it's incompetent. A beautiful young server who really knows the job would bring in a
lot of customers. It's all a matter of cash flow."

The dinner was wonderful, the filet done to perfection, the potatoes and vegetables also perfect. I gave
Kurt a conspiratorial smile. "Maybe you should give your card to the chef as well."

"Not a chance," he said, "chefs are mercurial and the ones I've got are good. Any hint that I'm looking at
hiring another and they all disappear. Running a single family owned restaurant is like herding cats. Best
to let the cats think that they are in charge."

We made it through most of the meal before feeling pleasantly full. The wine was truly incredible. I was
a bit sorry when Kurt poured the last of it into our glasses. "Don't worry," he said, noting my expression.
"I have four cases of this at home. My dad didn't know squat about the good stuff but the head chef
certainly does." Now I understood the 'old friend' comment.
The young woman appeared to clear the table. Knowing enough to let us take our time, she didn't offer
anything else, but left us to ourselves. Kurt looked at me and smiled. "Kathy, besides my wife, you are
the only woman I have ever been with, sexually I mean. I have never asked another woman to sleep with
me. I'm not going to ask you about your past but I suspect it has been more.....varied than mine. All I
really know is that you have brought me farther back to the land of the living than nine months of
professional help. Without any disrespect, when my friend suggested that I needed to....get laid, I had
no idea he was so right. I really don't know how to put it any other way. When I said I wanted to go
home, I was being honest. Now, I would be happy to stay another month. I had forgotten just how good
it felt to have an orgasm that involved someone other than myself."

Now it was my turn to get a bit misty eyed. "Kurt, it would be an honour and a pleasure to sleep with
you tonight."

 

After an appropriate interval, the young woman appeared with a dessert menu and the list of after
dinner drinks. Kurt looked at me again. "Do you like chocolate?"

 

I nodded 'yes' and smiled. "Okay," he said to the young lady. "Two orders of 'Death By Chocolate'
and....." He looked at me again. "Cognac?" Again I nodded yes. "Two glasses of the Louis the Thirteenth."

 

The young lady said, "My pleasure," and walked away, still with the sensuous sway.

 

"More of the good stuff?" I asked. Kurt just smiled.

Over the delicious dessert and the cognac, I was thinking as we chatted. My past certainly was more
varied, especially since coming here. It was only last night that I had had my first double fuck and my
first anal orgasms. Isabella came to mind, as well as the horse back riding and the young girl at the beach
shop. Sitting with Kurt, enjoying the fine food and liquor, I felt almost sleazy, recalling the two incredible
anal sessions I had just experienced. All I wanted to do now was avoid Sarah and get back to Kurt's
room. I had condoms and lube in my clutch and that meant going back to my room was unnecessary. I
silently prayed that none of my lovers of the past few days had seen us enter the dining room. I was sure
Kurt didn't know of my recent sexual exploits and hoped it stayed that way.
I finished the dessert and sat back, very content, except for the anxiety of someone like Sarah walking in
and blowing it for me. I didn't know enough about cognac to appreciate the one I was sipping but it did
taste like...cognac. I felt a certain appreciation for Kurt's knowledge of finer things.

"I must say," I began, "you certainly know a thing or two about the good life, Kurt. A girl could get used
to this."

He smiled in a knowing way. "Kathy, it's only food and booze. They make this stuff every day." I thought
about that. As good as the dinner had been, it really was just food and booze. It was the company and
the atmosphere that really counted. I had forgotten that somewhere along the line. The young woman
appeared at the perfect moment. "Is there anything else I can bring you?"

Kurt looked at me and I said, "I'm just fine."

He then looked at the server and said, "Thank you, but no. It was wonderful. Just the check please." The
young woman had anticipated that. She produced the bill from behind her back and Kurt didn't give it
more than a glance. He added a tip and signed for it. The woman didn't look at the amount of the tip.

"Thank you," she said.

 

"And thank you," replied Kurt. We walked out hand in hand. I gave Kurt a quick kiss.

 

"Take me to your room." He did.

We had been trying not to be overtly excited on the way to his room. On stepping in, he shut and locked
the door, then took me in his arms and kissed me hungrily. I returned it and my hands went to his back
and down to his butt, pulling him in. His pelvis was moving into mine as we kissed. Then he pulled me to
his bed and down we went, kissing, fondling and taking off clothes. As my bra came off, Kurt's mouth
sought out a breast and took my nipple in, sucking and running his tongue around, making me moan
with real pleasure and anticipation. Deciding to let him have the lead I just went with his wants and he
continued with his mouth at my breasts while his hand sought and found my already wet vagina. With
two fingers in he moved them out to moisten my clit, then back in and massaged my clit with his palm as
he fingered me.

I still had my panties on and went to pull them off. He helped and with better access, went back to
working my pussy. I had one hand down his shorts, massaging his stiffening cock. I was so turned on; I
knew I would come quickly with Kurt's attention to my clit. "God, Kurt, yes...yes...don't stop..."

I was working my pussy into his hand and he was pressing back. His mouth went from my breast to my
own mouth and we locked lips as I started to tense, shudder and then come. I kept kissing Kurt as the
climax took me. My hand was still around his fully ready cock. Even before the climax finished I went for
my clutch and took out a condom. I opened the wrapper and had it on Kurt in seconds. I lay on my back,
spread my legs, knees up and said, "Take me. Take me now."

Kurt moved in, guided his cock to my wet vaginal entrance and eased in. I groaned and Kurt went
straight into fucking mode. Nothing gentle, which suited me just fine. He wasn't pounding, but was
stroking deep and steady, fast but not frantic. He looked at me with lustful eyes and I just pulled my
knees back further. I was trying to keep his cock aimed at my G but he wasn't co-operating. No problem.
It felt like molten lust anyway.

Kurt was lost in his fucking, likely the first fucking he had done in a long time. Her wasn't going to last
very long by the facial expressions and his rapid breathing. He wasn't vocal and I wanted him to feel very
good about his efforts. "Yes, Kurt....yes....don't stop...just like that....oh my God......oh my God.." And
with that, he started to fuck me in earnest.

His strokes were pounding me now. The bed was rocking and his hips were slapping into my ass as I
pulled my legs back as far as I could. He was grunting now, "Ughh, ughh, ughh," with each stroke. His
face was a grimace of effort and lust. His skin glistened with sweat. He was very close.

"Come in me, Kurt. Come for me. Come for me now." And he did. He was bucking into me and his body
was as tense as if he was being electrocuted. Still, he didn't cry out. Just a series of gasps, passed over
clenched teeth. He pushed into me and held as his cock spurted and he jerked. It was if a lifetime of
sexual frustration was being shot into me. He pounded into my vagina a few more times and went still.
His cock deep into me, he held my thighs as if letting go would make him drown. Then he seemed to
come back to reality and looking at my eyes, he collapsed onto me and was panting. He lay on me for a
minute, still in me and I held him tight. His weight was heavy but I took it. I wrapped my legs around him
and just kept him close. When his breathing settled, he sighed deeply. Then again.

He lay on me, my arms and legs holding him and he started to talk. "My wife told me...her name was
Nancy ..before she died....she said...'Live for me. Live for me and don't stop living.'......It's taken a
while....but I'm living again....thank you.....thank you...."

I held on and my tears mixed with his. After several minutes, he rolled off me and lay on his back. I
cuddled up to him and putting a leg over his, I settled into him and he held my head. "What ever you
do," he said, "don't leave without saying goodbye."

I ran a hand over his chest. "I will say goodbye. In the morning. Now, let's get ready for bed." We got up,
did the bathroom thing, brushed our teeth with his one toothbrush and got back into the bed, both
naked. I lay on my side and he was spooned up to me, a hand cupping a breast. We lay there, relaxed
and happy. "Good night Kurt."

"Good night Kathy." I was as content as I had ever been. In a minute I was asleep.

At first I slept soundly, like a woman at peace. In the middle of the night I woke up. Kurt was on his back,
murmuring and moving his head side to side. I couldn't make out the words but he was obviously having
a bad dream. I moved close and ran my hand over his chest. With my lips close to his ear, I said,
"Shush...shush...It's all right...." He continued to toss but after a minute of my hand on his body and my
quieting voice, he seemed to relax. I listened as his breathing slowed and his body went calm. I settled in
close and went back to sleep.

I had vague and uncomfortable dreams. I was with Isabella and Sarah burst in. She was laughing at me,
sarcastic and hurtful. "Aren't I good enough for you? Guys not good enough? Have to get it on with the
little girls?" In my dream I felt so ashamed. Kurt was looking at me, shocked. I felt abandoned and my ex
was there. He pointed at me. "Slut. Whore. Kiddie fucking ass fucker." I felt like I was falling. Falling and I
knew it wouldn't stop. I felt a pressure build up, smothering me, cutting off my breathing....I waited to
hit bottom, but just kept falling, suffocating...dying...
"Kathy, wake up! Wake up!" I felt myself being shaken. I struggled to come back. With a sudden gasp
and a sitting up, I was awake. The bedside lamp was on. I was cold with sweat. Kurt was looking at my
eyes. "Kathy?" I was in his bed, in his room. I was back. I collapsed back on the bed, panting.