DORISThe Italian sun kissed my skin as I opened the large French doors and stepped out onto the patio.I could hardly believe it. I was in Rome! We were in Rome!"Rome!" I said. I lifted my arms high and wide and turned in a slow circle.We were in Rome, the ancient city of legend. "What amazing adventures await?" I asked the fresh air. "Historic ruins, amazing churches, and restaurants, museums I've read about?"Arthur joined me on the patio. He hugged me from behind and kissed the back of my ear. "And passionate nights you've only dreamed of?" He asked quietly.I twisted and looked at him over my shoulder. I turned so I could look at him.Arthur was just wearing pajama bottoms, and his beautifully sculpted chest muscles, tight abdomen and wonderful 'V' that was showing because his pajama pants were low on his hips were absolutely delicious and delectable in the morning light.Arthur’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. Mia woke up soon after us. As we expected, she was a bundle of en
DORISWe slept late on Sunday, a perfect lazy morning. Waking up wrapped in Arthur’s arms was just as incredible as I had imagined it would be.In the suitcase Arthur had packed for me, he'd included everything I would need, including new clothes in my size. However, he'd assured me we would do more shopping later in the day.We had breakfast on the back porch again. Then we went to the top of one of the smaller buildings in the villa. From the rooftop, we could see the interesting and oh-so-different from New York, skyline of Rome.We embarked on our daily family adventure. I was glad that Arthur had been thoughtful and planned the day out. Arthur had bought a kids' explorer pack that had maps, explanations, drawings, checklists, blank pages for notes.Mia was eager to see more of Rome and go to all the places Arthur had on his plan. Mia, our wide-eyed explorer, checked off everything on her little worksheet.Mia took notes and snapped photos with the cheap disposable camera Arthur
DORISI walked down the hospital corridor, feeling pretty good. I’m over the jet lag from the return trip from Italy, but I still have the high from the adventure.As I listen to my heels click on the clean linoleum floor. I’m happy with how the week has gone so far, although I haven’t seen Arthur. I made over 100 calls about real estate, and I signed a contract selling a small studio apartment on the upper Westside.I saw Mia twice, although just for a few minutes each time. Mia couldn’t stop talking about our Italy trip. One afternoon, we sang a Frank Sinatra song in front of the mirror, and I found myself wishing that Mia would be my daughter forever.As I approached the door to Noah’s hospital room, the huge black nurse was exiting."How’s Noah doing?" I asked."Good," the nurse said, in his extremely deep voice. "His blood numbers are good. His condition is stable. He’s had some more finger twitching.""All the nurses and I have been reading to him. I always hope all my patient
DORISAnother package arrived for me. It was a really beautiful gold necklace that matched the bracelet Arthur gave me a few weeks ago. There was a note from Arthur. He apologized for being absent since the Italy trip and promised that he won’t do it again.I held the note in my hand for a while. Again, I wondered if this was a pattern. Was Arthur retreating for a few days after a period of intimacy?It hurt less this time, and I thought I understood it more. Arthur's promise that he wouldn’t do it again made me feel better.I continued to scour all of the New York City government websites, especially all of the ones regarding building news and building permit departments.I found one that announced a small charity ball that was celebrating some private donations. With Arthur’s help, I managed to get myself invited.I wore the Dior limited edition dress. I was very glad that I had it back in my possession.Arthur said he would make it to the ball if he could but told me the possibilit
ARTHURI kissed Doris's ear, jaw, and neck. It was like she was becoming sweeter than ever, and I was becoming addicted to her. She arched her chest up into me, the silk of her nightgown rubbing against my bare chest.She let out this cute, throated moan, feminine and needy.I started rocking my hips into her. We felt it strongly, even through the thin fabric of my pajama pants and her silky nightgown. She was beginning to get so wet.Her little moans got louder. I releasee her wrists and clamped one hand over her mouth."Hush, Little Dove. We need to be quiet. You can be quiet for me, can't you?”She nodded.I used my other hand to knead her breast, and I rubbed my thumb around and across her nipple.Doris was so responsive. It just drove me higher."I'm going to squeeze you gently and get harder," I said, taking her pretty nipple and squeezing it between my fingers."You like that, sweetheart?" I knew she did. I also noticed she liked me talking about it when I did it.I plucked one
ARTHURIt was 5:30 p.m., and for once, I could wrap up my business day at a decent hour.I looked out my office windows from AmeriCapital. It had been a good business day.I leaned back in my deluxe office chair. I took a moment to breathe deeply and think about how the past few weeks had gone. Not bad overall.My phone pinged to let me know I had a text. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at it. It was from Doris.'I’d like to talk to you about a few things. Do you have time tonight or tomorrow to meet?'Even though the text should be neutral, it didn’t sound good. When a woman said I want to talk, that was never good.I paused for a minute. 'Today is better.' Who knew how tomorrow would go?'Sure, do you want me to come to your apartment?' I texted.The three dots indicated she was typing. The dots appeared and then disappeared. After a minute, they reappeared again.'Can we meet at the diner? I’ve barely eaten all day.''Of course, and you better take better care of yourself,
DORIS I took my time sauntering over to Arthur. I pulled my skirt up to my thighs and swung one leg over so I was straddling him. He yanked me closer to his body so my crotch was up against his. “That’s what I’m talking about,” Arthur said. He grabbed my waist with one hand, speared his fingers into my hair with the other, and moved my head where he wanted. “You’re my favorite meal to devour, baby. Tonight, you’re mine.” Then he kissed me. Right away, it was explosive. I moaned into his mouth and started rocking against him. It was like whenever he kissed me. I was powerless to do anything but his wishes. Our kisses went on as if they were timeless. Arthur reached between us and started rubbing me through the gusset of my panties until I soaked them through. “Oh yeah, baby. You are so wet for me. I love it so much. We are so perfect together. So, so perfect together.” He nuzzled my breasts through the fabric of my blouse before he coaxed me to raise my arms so he coul
DORIS The limo stopped, and the chauffeur opened my door. I got out and looked around. We were in front of the Baccarat Hotel, the most expensive, luxurious, and nicest hotel in all of New York City. "We’re going to dinner here?" I asked. "We are, and I rented the Executive Suite for the night. Nathan is babysitting Mia, and I am going to give you a night you’ll remember." I reached out and held Arthur’s hand. "Every night with you is a night I’ll always remember." Arthur's smile was tender and sweet, and so was the kiss he gave me. "I feel the same way, little dove. Come, let’s start our date and have a wonderful meal." Just like every moment with Arthur, the date was magical. He fed me dessert and then showed me again he was a creative and attentive lover. He held me in his arms until sunrise. * Friday at lunchtime, a big bouquet of red roses arrived for me. Kate, my mentor, came