Reflections Ch. 04

Thank you to those who are following this story. A couple of chapters to go. Again I would like to thank Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read.

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I would like to go back and repeat some of the things I have mentioned previously. My name is Bud Brown. I'm sitting here in the church office and reflecting on my life. I was married for a year to a cheating woman and can say I never thought I would marry again. At this point in my reflections, my kids have grown up and now are in college. Financially, I am a wealthy person. Money can buy you a lot of sex, but it can't buy you love.

I've dated throughout the years but never came across that special woman until I went to Paris some twenty years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the time I met Victoria Du Bois. Well now that you are caught up I'll continue on with the story.

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I picked up Vicky and she was dressed so beautifully. Her dress was form fitting and accented her perfect shape and other assets. I told her how gorgeous she looked. She told me I didn't look so bad myself. I did wear a tux. She had told me it was a dressy affair. She wasn't kidding.

After we ate dinner we went to the huge theatre. Everyone was dressed to kill but I still have to say no one looked as good as Vicky with her long hair over her shoulder and her bare back all the way down to her hips.

The only thing that bothered me was other men staring at her. I was never the jealous type and this is the second time that I felt it being with her. I needed to come to grips with my thoughts. It was just suppose to be a date but felt like so much more.

At dinner Vicky said she had a confession she needed to make. It caught me a bit off guard. "Buddy, I told you that I was coming to the play with one of my girlfriends: that wasn't true. It was actually a male friend. It is true that he had seen the opera before. I wanted to go with you and called him to let him know. I don't want lies between us. I had to tell you the truth."

"Do you care for him or he for you?"

"We have dated before but I only like him as a friend. He might feel differently but there is nothing I can do about it. I know you were going home tomorrow and wanted to be with you tonight."

I wasn't sure how to react to what she said. Did she possibly have feelings for me? What did she mean by wanting to be with me tonight? Was it for the date or possibly more? I have to say I was quite confused.

While we were waiting to be seated in the theatre she introduced me to a number of people. Later she told me that many of the men were not with their wives but with their mistresses. She said it was quite common to see older men with younger women in France.

I asked her if she thought that might be what other people might have thought of us being together.

"Probably, but that's not why I'm with you. I really like you and want to be with you. I can see an odd look on your face. In case if you are wondering, I've never been anyone's mistress."

"I wasn't wondering," I said. The truth is I really did wonder about her past but didn't want to tell her so.

"Have it your way, but I know men," she replied. "So you know, I have a very busy schedule and travel a lot. I don't have time for much dating, let alone being someone's mistress. That's why I hope to settle down and have a normal life someday."

Before I could say anything more the doors opened and we were being seated. I have to say that this was one beautiful opera house. I've never been to any kind of opera before but wasn't going to miss being with Vicky. What was getting into me?

I have to admit the opera was fantastic. I would never have thought I would have enjoyed it so much. Vicky cried through half of it and held my arm or hand the whole time. I have to say I got a bit teary eyed myself. I wasn't sure if it was the play or the fact that I saw Vicky crying.

It was late when the play let out. I wasn't sure what to do next. I would be going home the next day and Vicky told me she had to work also. In fact she would be traveling somewhere else in France.

We got in the car and I looked at her. "Where do you want to go?" I asked.

First she stared at me for a few seconds even though it seemed like minutes. "Take me to your hotel if you don't mind. I want to be with you."

I didn't say a word but drove straight to the hotel and the valet took the car. As we headed up the elevator, I held her hand as we went to my room. I opened the door and she walked in first. I followed and closed the door. When I turned back around she came to me and kissed me.

I felt goose bumps like I'd never felt before. "I want you to make love to me Buddy."

We both quickly undressed. It was then I noticed she had on neither a bra nor panties. I was down to my briefs when she took her purse and stepped into the bathroom. When she came out I dimmed the lights and we kissed again. I couldn't get enough of this beautiful angel.

We lay on the bed and kept kissing. "Make love to me, I've wanted you so bad," said Vicky.

I began kissing her neck and worked my way down to her breasts. She was so damn gorgeous. I continued sucking on her nipples as they became harder. I worked my way down her belly and licked and kissed every inch of her. She was on fire. "Oh God! Lick me, kiss me, make love to my body! I want you so much." She kept talking like this, repeating herself over and over.

I was rubbing my face all over her tummy just below her belly button when she pushed my head down to her trimmed muff. I ran my face all over it and I could smell her sex. I lowered my face and could feel the wetness coming from her. I moved between her spread legs until I had my whole face buried between them. I was busy licking and tonguing her wet pussy.

She held my head against her pussy and pumped her hips up and down against my face. "Make love to me! Make love to me!" she cried out.

I wasn't sure what to do about a condom. I had them in the nightstand. "Vicky, I should get a condom."

"You can if you want but I put a diaphragm in when I was in the bathroom. I haven't been with a man in quite awhile so I'll leave it up to you."

Right then I didn't care about wearing a rubber. I got up close between her legs and rubbed my rock-hard cock up and down the crack of her pussy. Every time I went past her opening I would push an inch of my cock into her.

I noticed even as hot as she was that she didn't tell me to fuck her, or stick my cock in her. It was always, "Make love to me Buddy."

We were both wet with perspiration when I slowly pushed my cock into her. God! I wanted this to last. She wasn't just some woman that I was having sex with. She was someone that for the first time I felt I loved.

I held her legs up while I fucked her. I watched my cock go in and out of her. I just couldn't get over the way I felt. She screamed out as I came in her. I lay across her holding myself up on my arms while I kissed her, my cock still buried in her. I'm not sure but I thought I heard her say, "I love you" after our kiss.

It was way after midnight and I lay next to her and covered our damp bodies with a sheet and fell asleep. It was a night that I would never forget.

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I must have dreamed for the first time in a very long time. I remember waking up with a smile on my face. It was then I noticed that Vicky wasn't in the bed. I quickly called out for her but there was no answer. I got up and quickly checked the bathroom. There was no sign of her or her clothes.

On the desk there was a note to me. It read:

Dearest Buddy, I had to leave. I have to go out of town this morning. I didn't want to wake you up to say goodbye. It would have been too hard to say. You looked so happy and content lying there with a slight smile on your face.

I loved being with you and hope that someday we may meet again. I'll be on the road for a month going from town to town. I'm giving you my rooming house number in case you want to call me in a month or so. It was wonderful spending time with you and I will miss you.

Please take care of yourself and I wish you the best. Au Revoir, which means 'Till we meet again'.

Love, Vicky

I felt like my heart just fell into my stomach. If this was love, I didn't know if I wanted any part of it. Damn it! Here I was a forty-four year old professional person wondering about a woman I had met three days ago. I couldn't help myself but I did call the boarding house number she left and could hardly understand the person who answered the phone.

From what I could make out, Victoria left to go on tour and would be gone a month. I should try and call back then. Hell, I knew that much. There wasn't much I could do but write it off to a nice time and get packed to go home. I tried to make myself believe that I didn't care, that she was just another woman.

I met Max and Deanna for breakfast, and we stopped by to say goodbye to Ron and Barb. We thanked them for everything they did for us and I even told them when they saw Vicky to tell her thank you for everything. I did my best not to elaborate. I wasn't sure if my friends could tell if I was hurting or not.

On the flight back Max and Deanna talked about the whole vacation. I did my best to join the conversation. As soon as we got back I jumped right in to my work. Dad asked me if I enjoyed Paris and I told him it was a beautiful city. Dad was one person that could read me like a book. It was hard to hide things from him.

"What's wrong, Buddy?" he asked.

"I met a woman in Paris, Dad. She took me on tour of the city and we spent some time together. I guess I'm just missing her."

"Paris will do that to you. At least you have the memories."

Life went on and about a week after I got back I had a package delivered to the office. My secretary Ruth brought it in and said it was from Paris. I opened it and it was my suit, my Paris original.

"My gosh, Mr. Brown, that is one beautiful suit. You have quite the taste and I love the shirt and tie."

I laughed. "A lady friend picked it out for me. I kind of forgot about it coming."

Seeing the suit just brought thoughts of Vicky back to my mind. I wanted to shake them but it wasn't easy. I kept telling myself that I was too old for her anyway.

I took the suit home and hung it in my closet. I figured I'd wear it for a special occasion but more than anything I knew it would remind me of Vicky.

Two more weeks went by when I received a postcard. Ruth brought it in and said it was from somewhere in France.

I was a beautiful picture of a French town by the water. I looked at the note and it said, "Hi Buddy, didn't want to bother you. Just thought I would let you know I'll be home in Paris next week for a couple of days. Love Vicky"

"Who's Vicky?" asked Ruth smiling.

Ruth has been my secretary for over twenty years. She's been a great asset to the firm as well as a good friend. My kids always called her Aunt Ruth. She was married and had a nice family of her own. She was in her late fifties.

"I met Vicky in Paris. She's a model and travels the world."

"Is she the one that picked out that gorgeous suit you bought?"

"Yes, she's kind of a special person to me."

"I hope to meet her someday," replied Ruth. I just smiled back at Ruth. I had no idea what to say.

Another week went by and I happened to open my desk drawer and the card from Vicky was setting there. I picked it up and read it a half dozen times. I couldn't shake her memory out of my mind. I reached for the phone and called the number of her rooming house again.

I got the same woman I got the first time. She said in broken English that Vicky wasn't home but took my number and said she would let Vicky know I called. I figured that meant she was back in town but not home at the present time.

About two hours later Ruth peeked in my door. "Mr. Brown, there is a call from a Victoria Du Bois from Paris on the line. Do you want to take this call?"

I was almost in shock. "Yes, please close the door and I don't want to be interrupted. Thank you, Ruth."

As she closed the door I took the call. "Vicky, is it really you?"

"Hi Buddy, yes it's me. I didn't know whether to bother you. I just felt something special those few days we were together. You have to understand that I don't chase after men."

"God, I missed you. Why didn't you wake me so we could have said a proper goodbye? I can't get you out of my mind. Every time I try something happens. I received my suit and then the post card from you. I wondered if these were signs if I would ever see you again?"

"That's one reason I'm calling. We are doing a two-month tour in the United States. We will be going to a dozen different cities. I don't know if any will be near where you live."

"Vicky, can you fax me a copy of all the cities you'll be in? I'll fly in to see you as much as I can."

"Are you serious, Buddy? Will you really come and see me?" It almost sounded like she was crying.

"I'm as serious as a heart attack. When does the tour start?" I asked.

"Next week in New York City. Are you close to there?"

"Only a couple of hours by plane. What kind of schedule do you have?"

She explained to me that the schedule usually was a moving day, a set-up day, two practice days, then the show. They would then get two days off to rest or to do what they wanted.

I told her that I would be there on her off days if she wanted to spend them with me. After hanging up I felt like a new man. I told Ruth that I would be getting a fax and it was of major importance. She just smiled at me. I guess my happiness showed.

When the fax came I asked Ruth to check the days Vicky had off with my schedule. Over the next two months I would be taking those days off as much as possible.

"Mr. Brown, I've never seen you so excited. You must think a lot of this woman."

"Yes I do, Ruth," was all I said to her. I was so happy to know I would be seeing Vicky again. I knew I really cared for her and I was fairly sure she liked me. Time would tell the real story.

I stopped by to see Dad and to tell him more about Vicky. I mentioned that I was going to take a couple of days off during the week to go see her. I knew it left Dad wondering. I told him I felt different about her than I had ever felt about any woman.

He told me to take my time and to make sure before jumping into anything. "Dad! I'm forty-four years old. I know what you may be thinking but Vicky isn't about money. I really care for her, Dad, and you will too, once you meet her."

"All I'm asking of you is to be careful and be sure. If you decide to jump in with both feet, make sure you have a pre nuptial agreement in place. That's all I'm saying. I do wish you the best."

I knew Dad was skeptical but he didn't know how I felt in my heart about Vicky.

Ruth came in with my schedule and the days I wanted off. There were two weeks when I wouldn't be able to see her. One was our annual review and I had to be here for that. The other was for our annual meeting. I had to be there because that's when Dad was going to announce that he was retiring and would be turning over the President's position to me.

The rest I would be able to make. I was already booked on a flight to New York and would be renting a car for two days. According to Vicky she had Wednesday and Thursday off. I timed it so I would arrive first thing Wednesday morning.

She called me earlier in the week and gave me her room number. She mentioned that when on the road she would room with three other women. I was to call her from the lobby and she would come down and meet me. I wasn't able to get a room at the same hotel she was staying at but was able to get into a Holiday Inn not far from her Hotel.

I called her from the lobby and another woman answered. She said her name was Lindsey and asked if I was Buddy.

"Yes, I am. May I speak with Victoria please?"

"We told her she's not allowed to go out with you unless we meet you first." I could tell it was all in fun. She gave me her room number and I went upstairs.

Vicky opened the door smiling. "I'm sorry Buddy but they beat me to the phone. These are my friends and roommates. This is Lindsey, Shania, and Frances."

They were all models and all, except for Vicky, were in their pajamas. They all looked so young. They asked me a dozen questions and joked about Vicky who they called the mother of the group because she was the oldest and always looking over them. Finally they said they gave their approval for Vicky to go out with me.

They began speaking French a mile a minute talking to each other. They looked at me and at Vicky and were smiling.

"Have her back early," demanded Lindsey.

"Early Friday morning," answered Vicky as we left.

I couldn't wait to hold and kiss her. As soon as we closed the door I hugged and kissed her. It was then that I knew I loved her without a doubt.

"What were they saying about me? I know they were talking about us," I mentioned to Vicky.

"They thought you were cute and Shania said if I got tired of you that she would do you," laughed Vicky.

"That's good to know," I laughed as Vicky hit me playfully.

Over the next two months we went to shows, plays, a ball game and sometimes jumped on a tour bus. During the day we spent time together and at night we made love. We almost always cuddled after our lovemaking.

There were times we even massaged each other. We learned every inch of each other's body and what turned the other on. The worst thing for me was when I would have to go back home after being with Vicky for two days. I was always afraid it would end.

The two weeks that we couldn't be together really struck me with reality. I wanted her in my life. She had two more shows to do and then would be heading back to France.

She would be in Columbus, Ohio for her last show and would be in my hometown of Cincinnati a couple of days before. When everyone found out she would be there they bought tickets to the show. After her modeling performance my parents were inviting my kids (who were in college), my brother from Indiana, my sister from Kentucky and many of my friends.

Everyone was going to be there to meet Vicky. She told me she was a nervous wreck. She always felt good being with me but wasn't sure if she could handle all the remarks of my friends and family.

I wasn't quite sure what she meant and I said, "Forget about them and just marry me. Vicky, I don't want to live without you in my life. I don't think a long distance relationship would work."

"Where would we live, Buddy? What about my work and your business? Buddy, I love you with all my heart but I just don't know."

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