Mature Man & Maiden Maureen Ch. 05

Other than allowing me to feel her tits and ass, I loved spooning together with my arm around her and my hand cupping her big tit and fingering her erect nipple. While my cock was firmly pressed against her ass crack, she didn't want me to touch her pussy or to give her a sexual orgasm, not yet. Hopefully, tomorrow, she allow me to give her multiple, sexual orgasms. Hopefully, tomorrow, I'll see and hear her cum.

Yet, holding her naked body was what I loved doing the best with her, anyway, so I was happy. To me, foreplay was what connected me with her and the rest was anti-climactic. I just loved the feeling of her in my arms, the intimacy, and the closeness of cuddling and spooning her beautiful, naked body.

We had yet to even French kiss and I so wanted to explore her mouth with my tongue. Something that I loved to do, I desperately wanted to make out with her. I suspected she feared that if we started making out, she'd want to go all the way and she wasn't ready for that. Maybe with her just dumping her boyfriend, it was too soon. I hoped she wasn't thinking about returning back to him.

Nonetheless, it was wonderful having her there with me. I looked forward to the mornings where we sat with our coffee while watching the dogs play. The afternoons were the same, sipping coffee, while watching the dogs, and talking. Now, instead of takeout food, Maureen cooked. Every night, she made something different and something delicious. She wasn't a great cook, but after living alone for a year, her cooking tasted way better than, what I was having delivered to the house most evening or when cooking for myself.

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After a while, our relationship changed. I felt it. We grew closer. There was a bond between us, only with me being so much older than her, I didn't know if it was a bond of love or a bond of companionship.

Then, one day, it was a day like any other, when she looked at me differently than she had before. The change in how she looked at me was obvious, I thought. Only, I hoped I was reading her look correctly.

Before, whenever she looked at me, she looked at me as if I was her best friend. Now, every time she looked at me, she looked like Cupid's arrow had found her heart, I hoped. She looked at me with love and as if I was her lover, and she was in love with me.

We had been living together now for more than two months and Missy was beginning to resemble a small pony in size. She was a big dog but much smaller than a Great Dane. Even for a Golden Retriever, Maureen was right, she was going to be big and she was.

"I've been thinking about us," she said with a pensive look that frightened me at first.

Immediately, I suspected the worst and thought that she was preparing to tell me that she was moving out and leaving me for her ex-boyfriend. Suddenly, sadness overtook my mood and I couldn't say anything but stare at her. I was in love with her. I loved her. I always loved her. From the first time that I met her, love at first sight, I loved her. Even though I was old enough to be her father, I truly loved Maureen.

Nonetheless, it was gratifying for me to know that she was thinking about us and that she thought about us as a couple. Prior to this sudden conversation, I was beginning to feel like her man instead of her friend. Her man...I liked the sound of that. My woman...I liked he sound of that, too. Only, now, I feared that it was over. Perhaps, she found someone more her age. If she did, I'd be devastated.

"I've grown to have feelings for you, Mark. I've enjoyed our time together."

Oh, oh. Is this the kiss off? What is she trying to tell me? Is this her Dear John conversation? I was waiting and ready for the prerequisite but word that they say on the television show, The Bachelorette, when they're just about to give someone the boot.

"I like you and you're a wonderful person...but I don't see us continuing in this way," she said.

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Trying to keep a brave face on the outside, I was crying on the inside. I expected her to say that, I really did, but I was still surprised, shocked actually, to hear her utter the words. I couldn't bare her to leave me, not now, not ever.

'Fuck,' I thought!

I wished I wasn't so much older than she was. I wished I was younger. I wished she wasn't so damn beautiful. This is so cruel to have her in my life and to have to let her go.

'Why,' I thought? 'I don't understand. I thought we connected. What happened? What did I do wrong? What did I say wrong? What could I have done differently and better to make her love me?'

All of these things rushed through my mind at once. I looked at her, listening to what she had to say without interrupting her thoughts, hoping beyond hope that this was not the end and that I had misunderstood her meaning. I had a difficult time reading her. I feared hearing the words that it was over.

Now that I had experienced more of her, I didn't want to live without her. Now that our relationship had moved from acquaintances walking our dogs at the dog park to living together and sleeping in the nude together, I wanted more. I wanted it all. Hoping she wanted to continue, I hoped that this was her good-bye speech. I had cold sweats and my stomach soured with the thought of her leaving me.

"At first, I had a problem with the difference in our ages. You're almost the same age as my Dad," she said with a chuckle. "If he was to find out that I was living with a man his age, he wouldn't understand. He'd wonder what he did wrong. No doubt, believing that it was his fault, somehow, that I needed a Daddy figure in my life, he wouldn't understand."

She paused before continuing as if thinking more of what to say.

"There is no way that he'd believe that I could ever fall in love with an older man, a man twice my age, and a man nearly the same age as my father." She frowned. "He'd be mad. He'd be disappointed in my choice. He'd try to dissuade me from being with you."

I nodded my head in agreement of her.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Maureen," I said not knowing what else to say.

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Yet, what does she mean? Does she love me or is she leaving me? She referred to the L word. Her mouth was moving, but I didn't hear what she said, after the word love in reference to me, an older man.

I know that I love her and have loved her from the first day that I met her, when she appeared from behind some shrubbery with her puppy. Expecting the worst, I was sick to my stomach with dread. Fearing the rejection, I almost didn't want to hear what more she had to say.

"He'd be pissed at me and mad at you."

She paused to look at me, while watching how I received what she had to say. I remained motionlessly quiet, stunned actually, while waiting for her to finish. Expecting the worst and expecting this to be the end of us, my emotions were a rollercoaster of emotional pain. Feeling ten feet tall with the thought and the hopefulness that she, indeed, had fallen in love with me, I felt crushed that she was leaving me, perhaps, for someone else, someone younger, no doubt.

"I know my Dad would want me to be happy and he never liked my ex-boyfriend. He thought he was a prick and if I ever told him that he hit me, he'd kill him with his bare hands."

She smiled at me as if she loved me.

"My Dad would like you and would be happy for me to know that you have treated me well, with respect, and have been very kind to me. I could see you being friends, good friends, with my Dad."

She walked over to where I was sitting and sat on the arm of the chair taking my hand in her lap. She mindlessly played with my fingers, as she thought of what next to say. I tensed trying to read her. Was her sitting beside me, while playing with my fingers a good sign or a bad sign. I didn't know. I had no idea. I hoped that with her relaxed, body language, and with her touching me was a good sign.

"Tonight, when we go to bed, I want to make love."

Make love? What? She wanted to make love with me. So, that's what this was all about? I was ecstatic. I was in Heaven. She was falling in love with me in the way that I had already fallen in love with her.

She gave me such a soulful look that I had the urge to scratch her ear and pet her head. I had the urge to rub her belly. I've been around the dogs way too much and I don't think she would have understood if I suddenly said...'Good girl.'

"I never had sexual intercourse with anyone unless I had strong feelings for them," she said giving me a look that melted my heart. "I stopped having intercourse with my boyfriend months before we ended it at the dog park. For me, it was over long before that day that he hit me for the last time."

She lifted my hand to her lips and kissed my fingers.

"I'm ready to take the next step with you, Mark, that is, if you're ready to take the next step with me."

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If I'm ready? Are you serious? Pinch me. I'm dreaming. What time is it, 4pm? Can we go to bed now? Suddenly, I'm tired. I'm so very tired, sleepy, actually. I can barely keep my eyes open. I can barely stay awake.

'I really need to sleep naked with you, now,' I thought.

I couldn't wait to make love to her. I couldn't wait to kiss her, French kiss her. I couldn't wait to make out with her while touching, feeling, and fondling her naked body everywhere that a much, older man should never touch, feel, and fondle a much, younger woman.

I wanted to yawn, but I didn't. I didn't want her to think that I was bored with her confession and not interested in all that she had said. All of these thoughts flashed through my mind like an electrical current, but I didn't dare utter any of them back to her as humor. I didn't want to make light of the seriousness of our relationship and this moment, with levity, as always I do at the wrong time.

"Maureen, I couldn't be happier. Yes, of course, I want to see where this will go." I looked up at her and smiled. "I have feelings for you, too, deep feelings."

I couldn't resist. I grabbed my cock and we both laughed. I couldn't help but inject some humor. It was suddenly feeling a bit too melodramatic.

"I'm so happy, Mark," she said giving me a kiss.

Tempted to part her lips with my tongue and stick my tongue in her mouth, I didn't. I controlled myself. Better that I wait for the right moment than to rush and ruin everything.

"In the short time that I've known you, you've touched my heart." I put my arm around her waist. "At first, my attraction to you was physical because of how gorgeous you are and because of how young you are. I've never been attracted to younger women. Then, when I met you, I was flattered to think that someone as beautiful as you, someone as young as you, would be interested in an old man like me."

I coughed and wheezed while pretending that I was feeble and she laughed. Music to my ears, I loved her laugh. I loved making her laugh. I loved it when she smiled. I loved it when she was happy as she seemingly was now.

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"I'm going to get dressed," she said.

I followed her to the guest bedroom. I wanted to watch her dress. I watched her step into and pull up her panties. I watched her put on her bra. I loved seeing her in her sexy, low-cut bra and her white, bikini panties.

My hand lightly massaged her back moving from the back of her bra to the top of her panty, as I formulated my thoughts. I loved touching and feeling her underwear. I find it so erotic to outline her bra and trace her panty with my fingertips knowing what pure pleasure lies beneath those thin layers of silk and satin fabric.

"Now, everything is so right with you, with us. Everything is so natural. I can't imagine you not being part of my life. I can't imagine you getting up and thanking me for my hospitality and leaving suddenly for another man, a younger man. That would kill me," I said.

She gave me a warm and loving smile.

"That will never happen, Mark. You're stuck with me," she said with a laugh.

I chuckled.

"Well, if having you in my life is being stuck with you, I'm glad to be attached to you at the hip." I stood and grabbed my car keys. "This is an occasion to celebrate. I'm going to drive to the liquor store and pick up a bottle of champagne."

She clapped her hands.

"Oh, goody," she said. "I love champagne."

I turned to her.

"Tell you what; I'll stop by the market and pick up a couple of lobsters, too. Let's make this a night to remember."

With that, I was out the door and on my way to buy all the fixings to celebrate a new beginning with a new woman in my life. I was so happy.

In the excitement, I inadvertently left my wallet home. I didn't realize that I didn't have it with me, until I was standing in the checkout line ready to pay for the champagne. Normally, something like that, forgetting my wallet would put me in a foul mood, but I was in such a good mood that I didn't mind the drive home to get it.

Even the thought of the return drive back to the liquor store didn't bother me, as it normally would have. Normally, just thinking about driving back and forth would have made me tired. Now, with her in my life, I felt younger and didn't feel as beaten down as I did before. Life, suddenly, with Maureen in it was good.

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There was an old, battered pickup truck parked out front, when I pulled up to the house. I don't know why, but I sensed something wrong and instead of pulling in the driveway, I parked the next house down the street. The trees in front of my house gave me plenty of cover, enough to sneak around back where the light was on the back porch and where I heard voices.

It was him, her damn ex-boyfriend pleading his case and wanting her to take him back. How he found where I live, I have no idea, but it took him more than two months to do it. Maybe, he followed us home one day from the dog park. Wanting to know if she was still interested in him, I stood there listening to them.

"Maureen, I know I screwed up. I treated you like shit and called you names. I hit you," he said. "I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry, Maureen. I'm so sorry. I really am so sorry" he said. "I promise never to hit you again. I swear that I will never hit you ever again."

He was just inside the back porch with one foot on the top step. He stood with his back to me and she sat in front of him with his body blocking her view from seeing me peeking around a tree. I was glad that she didn't allow him in the house. I figured he must have come around back, when she saw who it was and didn't answer the door.

"I love you. I'm lost without you. Please, come home. Please. Let's give it another try. I love you, Maureen. I really do love you."

Maureen gave him a hard, cold stare. She gave him a look that I've never seen on her face, and hope that I'd never see when she looked at me. She looked at him as if she hated him instead of loved him.

"I'll never go back with you. I don't love you. It's over between us. I'll never allow you to hit me again."

In the way that she said that with her cold and detached stare, I believed her. Only, I hoped I never hear those words from her lips when she talked to me. Then, she said it.

"I'm happy with Mark. He's good to me. He makes me laugh," she said smiling while pausing as if rethinking what she was about to say. Then, she said the words that I hoped she'd say. "I love him."

When she told him that she loved me, it sent goose bumps down my arms. She loves me. Roses are red and violets are blue, Maureen loves me and I love her, too. She really loves me.

# # #

Only, the look on her boyfriend's face was instant rage. Maureen didn't see it, but I did. He covered himself almost immediately with his sincere and trusting face. This guy was a sick bastard, a real psycho.

"Maureen, I'll be good to you," he said taking a step closer to her. "I'll treat you better. I promise that I'll never hit you, again."

She stood from her chair seemingly ready to defend herself against him.

"You'd better leave, John, before Mark gets back," she said practically growling at him. "He's not going to like you on his property. And I can't be responsible for what he does to you, especially after I told him that was not the first time you hit me."

'John. His name is John,' I thought.

It's funny how she never mentioned his name and I never asked her his name.

"Fuck him," he said. "Who the fuck does he think he is?"

Instantly, he turned from the apologetic boyfriend to the raving, lunatic artist that he really is. I'm glad that she saw through him and realized who he really was, a real prick. Some people will never change.

"You'd better go, now. Mark will be here any minute."

He laughed.

"He's an old man. What's he going to do to me, bleed on me? He got lucky that day, when he hit me. I wasn't expecting that. He sucker punched me and if he ever tried that again, I'll kill him."

He took a step towards her; actually, walking onto my back porch. He grabbed her by her arm and tried pulling her down from the porch and down the back porch steps.

"You're coming home with me, now," he said yanking her.

With the dogs barking their heads off in the fenced in backyard, he never heard me walk up behind him.

To be continued...