Heather, My Sweet Love! - Sex Stories

Heather, My Sweet Love!

... her parents owned the gallery building and the apartment upstairs above the gallery was the family home while she was growing up. While she was away at college, her parents had it remodeled and updated. When she finished her MBA and returned home permanently to help run the gallery her parents bought a new home in the country and she took over the apartment. After awhile, her parents began spending less time at the gallery, allowing her to run it and make most of the decisions. She said the apartment was spacious, nicely furnished, and she was quite comfortable there. Over the next few weeks, Heather and I exchanged e-mails, Skyped, and talked and talked by phone and exchanged photos, getting to know each other very well. She was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. We exchanged life stories, college stories and other important life events. I explained where I was in my MBA program and my intentions for a career in investment management. I also explained my relationship with Randall and we were living together. She extended a personal invitation for me to come to the opening night of her exhibition, it was on a Friday evening, and she wanted to host dinner afterward at her favorite, nearby restaurant. She said I would not have to stay in a hotel, I could stay overnight at her apartment, she had a large, lovely guest room where I would be quite comfortable. I could drive home the next day or stay the entire weekend if I wanted. She said she would show me the sights and we ...

... could become better acquainted. I replied that was a lovely idea and invitation, I would plan on it. The drive down the central coast was over four hours, so I left at 10am that Friday. I had no trouble finding the gallery, it was in the middle of town, and Heather’s directions were perfect. Her show opening was from 5pm-7pm and she wanted me there at 4pm so we could have a glass of wine together, chat and she could give me a personal tour of the gallery. I arrived on time and she greeted me at the door, hugging me briefly, saying she was so happy to meet me in person and I was more beautiful than my photos. She was ravishing in person, tall and slender, quite shapely, beautifully made-up, coiffeured and manicured, looking like she just stepped out of a glamour magazine. She was stunning in her black and white silk dress, over six feet tall in her heels! I was so excited and pleased at the possibility she and I would become friends. She introduced me to her parents, a lovely, gracious couple in their mid-fifties who had already heard about me. She led us to the refreshment table and poured two glasses of chardonnay. She took me on a tour showing me all forms of genre. She spent most of the time on florals, botanicals and landscapes because of my interest. At the rear of the gallery, near the office area, she showed me her studio which was perfectly appointed with all the right artist’s stuff. There was a door leading to the staircase to her upstairs apartment, and she said we ...