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I couldn’t believe it. I lay in bed smelling her hair, her head resting on my chest, her arm draped across my middle and her naked thigh warming my groin. How did I deserve this? I’m not the most handsome, charming or richest man on earth, yet here I was in a veritable palace with the most beautiful woman as my lover. Lying in bed with her, dawn’s pre-light making the curtains glow, I thought back over the past few months as she slept gently in my embrace. Now I know what you’re thinking….sure this guy has fallen in love and thinks his new girlfriend is “all that.” True enough, but I’m old enough to know the difference between a pretty girl and a beautiful woman. Do you know the difference? A pretty girl will turn young men’s heads as she walks by. A pretty woman will also turn grown men’s heads, but beautiful women will make other women turn as she passes by. That was Beth. When we entered a room, the atmosphere changed. Conversation became a bit hushed, people changed position for a better view and I became an object of envy just by having her on my arm. She didn’t notice. Beauty had always been a part of her life. Her girlish good looks had blossomed in adulthood and now in her 30s she was not only stunning to look at, but also confident, intelligent and charming. A face like an angel- perfect nose, ruby lips and emerald eyes…if not for the Küçükyalı escort first signs of crows feet, she could easily have passed for twenty. I basked in her glow. For the first time in my life, I was the guy that made the other men think, ”what has he got?!” It also made me cautious- why would a woman so desirable be with me? “I just never met the right guy,” she’d said when I asked how she could still be single. There had to be something wrong with her- some dark secret that she was hiding, but I couldn’t find anything wrong…in fact everything felt right as we spent more time together. We’d been dating for about 2 months. Two glorious, passionate, unbelievable months full of new emotions as we explored each other’s bodies and drown ourselves in each other. Every moment apart from her was torture- I’m sure my work suffered from the Emails and phone calls that we exchanged, but I didn’t care. The only good thing about my job was that daily time apart fanned the flame of my passion for our evening rendezvous. We’d fall upon each other like wildcats- stripping as we kissed, unable to perform any mundane tasks (like making dinner) until after our bodies had merged. After the dishes were washed, we’d have time to make love- this initial contact was a desperate fuck, often on the floor of her entryway. No words needed to be spoken- our Kartal escort bayan bodies communicating mutual lust. One evening, while we were in my kitchen chopping vegetables for a salad, Barb asked if I’d like to go away for the weekend. “With you?” I teased. “Yes with me,” she said smiling as she tossed a cucumber peel in my direction. “I have a family thing I have to do and I’d like you to meet my parents.” I didn’t really know much about her family. I had seen pictures and could tell that they had a comfortable lifestyle. I also knew that she grew up in a well to do suburb outside of New York City . “I didn’t know our relationship had become this serious.” I pretended to be shocked. “Don’t be a jerk,” she said. “I always go to these things alone…” she reached over and grabbed my crotch still tingling from our earlier encounter, “It would mean a lot to me” she said stroking me. I melted, looking down into her eyes and soon our dinner plans were abandoned. All I needed to do was pack a bag, Beth took care of everything else. Friday night we caught a commuter flight into Newark , collected our bags and hailed a cab. “Can you take us to midtown Manhattan ?” Beth asked the driver. “No problem,” he said as he helped us load our bags into the trunk. We climbed in the back as the taxi left the airport and Escort Suadiye headed toward the Lincoln Tunnel. Contentedly holding hands in the backseat we enjoyed views of the skyline. New York may have Manhattan , but New Jersey has the view! “Where to?” the cabbie asked as we emerged on 34 th street . “ Central Park …The Ritz” Beth replied. I gave her a questioning glance. “My family likes nice places,” she said dismissively. A bellman met the cab and was loading our bags onto a cart when a well dressed manager came over to greet us. “Welcome back Miss Harrison” he said with a genuine smile. “Your parents are in their usual suite and I’ve put you and your guest next door.” He handed the bellman a key as we were escorted into the exquisite lobby. Heads turned. Even rumpled from our flight and cab ride, she looked terrific. We walked to a waiting elevator and were whisked to our room. I was speech-less as we entered the opulent suite. The oversized windows in the sitting room looked out over Central Park which stretched north from our feet. She seemed completely at ease, but I wasn’t used to such luxury and I was nervous about being with her. Alone in a hotel room larger then my house I asked, “Beth- is there something you’d like to tell me before I meet your family?” In full view of eight million people, she turned in my arms and gave me a long slow kiss. “I love you” she said. “I mean is there something you haven’t told me….about your family….about this,” I said gesturing to our surroundings. “Would you like me more if my family was poor?” she asked. “No, but your parents may care that I am,” I said defensively.
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