Heather, My Sweet Love! - Sex Stories

Heather, My Sweet Love!

... received a job offer to work and live in Europe, and he, apparently, loved that idea more than her, and so they broke up, she has not heard from him since. She immersed herself in her painting and all of the re-marketing the gallery was requiring due to the recession. She said if it wasn't for the other downtown buildings and apartment houses her parents owned, they probably would have had to close the gallery. She said things were recovering nicely now, people were buying more art. She was selling a lot more of her art and was gaining more recognition for her work, especially internationally. I was certain we had connected. She reached for my hand and squeezed it several times during our conversation, especially when we spoke of something we had in common, the last time holding on longer than before. After she moved her hand, I put mine on her's letting her know I liked the contact. She complimented everything about me and all of my accomplishments. She loved my coloring, my hair, eyes, and skin, saying a genuine strawberry blond was unique and my blue-green eyes were like a calm coral sea. I thanked her for the compliments, saying she was the beautiful one. I told her though I loved the outdoors and sun, I didn't go out in the sun much, but when I did it was the morning, with lots of sun lotion, so much easier on the skin. It was only a short walk back to the gallery, and there were only a few people on the street. We were both still giddy and tipsy. Without saying ...

... anything to each other, we held hands for part of the walk, smiling at each other several times, both with that knowing look. My window screen was flashing visions of us in bed naked, holding each other, kissing, and then becoming deliciously intimate all night. My heart was beating like a well pump and my mouth was getting dry, I was overcome with lust for her. If we didn't make love tonight, it would be my fault. The door to the apartment was to the left of the gallery and had its own address and mail slot. Heather unlocked the door and we walked into a small entry hall leading to a flight of stairs. She re-set the security alarm, explaining the apartment and gallery each had their own security system and there were two stair cases, the one from the street door and one inside the building she had shown me leading from the office area of the gallery upstairs. Doors at the bottom and top of each staircase made the apartment secure and private. She took me on a tour of the apartment and it was absolutely exquisite, I just loved it and told her so. Her living and dining rooms were elegant, as were the kitchen, bedrooms and baths. My bedroom was spacious and well furnished, it was going to be a pleasure to stay there, though I was hoping I wouldn't be needing it. She said she had planned coffee and cheesecake for dessert and would love to serve it with after dinner drinks and we could chat some more. I thanked her and said that would be lovely, the coffee more than welcome, I was still ...