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The characters in the following story are real; I am one, the other is a mature gentleman that started corresponding with me, after he read my narrative “Sunrise My Darling”. Enjoying his letters immensely led me to the inspiration to write the ensuing tale. What takes place is only a flight of fiction, using real people and places, although I have woven many of my own facts into the story. I would like to thank my e-mail partner “Bill” at this time for kind use of his character (Bill, being his true first name — has granted me written permission allowing the use). Somewhere in the story I will give a small hint to who he is, so those of you who are amateur sleuths pay attention.

Once again I will be writing mostly about myself – and who else do I know better. Rather than constructing a fictional personal backdrop I will use my real background. Most facts about Bill are correct, with the exception that I will not describe him as he is, in order to preserve his privacy. With my first work, you read about the true account of my sexual relationship with my uncle. Now I will be revealing a rich array of my sexual fantasies. Please note because I did choose to use myself and Bill as the characters, this is only a fantasy and I am not in anyway licentious. I will be honest though and admit that I enjoyed sharing my desires and I do enjoy Bill (hi Bill). There will be no deep philosophical messages in my text, so sit back, leave your world for a while and enjoy.



To all the lonely older men that have learned of loving and caring from a life time of experience and now have no one.

* * * * *

San Diego

As the pitch of the aircraft turbines dropped, I awoke from my short nap and realized we were descending into Lindbergh Field.

Shannon turned to me looking excited, “Here we go, Jane.”

It was the first work break in months for the two of us and we both readily signed up to attend the medical trade show — three days of nursing displays and seminars. We had been given time off work to attend, and I had decided to take my three weeks vacation right after to go on to Hawaii and visit with my family. I need the break badly. After the show, Shannon was off to San Francisco to meet with her boyfriend and drive back together to Seattle.

We had booked a rather expensive hotel and split the cost. This had been my idea, preferring an expensive up scale large chain hotel for better security and safety. The plane turned in a wide banked and I could see the Pacific stretched out endlessly westward, the sunset shimmering golden off the water. Home is somewhere that way I idly thought.

I was excited for more than the break and attending the show. Several weeks ago when planning our trip I had e-mailed my best Internet friend, Bill, informing him that we would be down and I would collect on the lunch he promised me. E-mails screamed back and forth between us as we chatted about details and more. Bill had virtually swept me off my feet a year ago with several very detailed and compassionate letters. The two of us continued our communication until it had grown into a warm relationship. Pictures had been exchanged and we had settle into a weekly routine of close letters. We were always there for each other. The anonymity of e-mail and the distance had had the reverse effect and brought us closer and Bill started to know everything about me. He was thirty two years my senior and I told him details about myself that only my doctor or therapist (if I had one) may have known. Yes, we were close and yet had never met.

With a solid thump, the big aircraft tires hit the concrete. Shannon, grabbed my hand and looked relieved – she was a very nervous flier. Funny how she could be cool as ever in the ER around the worst cases, but bothered by this. Both of us were junior nurses in the ER and had trained together. You could say we had become very good friends, but I had not told her about my secret Internet life and Bill.

Disembarking, we worked our way through the terminal and picked up our luggage.

“OK, Shannon, lets catch a cab downtown to our hotel,” I suggested. As I started to walk towards the line of waiting cabs to pick up the first one, Shannon pulled on my arm.

“Wait, Jane, I don’t like the looks of that first driver, let’s take the third one down,” she cautioned.

I looked at the line and the drivers and I asked, “How can you tell, Shannon, they all look alike to me?” She was insistent and we took the third cab much to the annoyance of the first cabby.

During the ride I informed Shannon about wanting to meet my friend Bill. Truthfully I told her I had met him on the Internet.

“Jane is that safe?” she questioned.

“Yes Shannon, he’s an older man and a kind and gentle person,” I replied.

“But you have never met him in person Jane?” she continued.

“Shannon, trust me, it’s OK, plus all we are going to do is meet for lunch. I tell you what, since your being a mother casino siteleri hen, you can come along,” I consoled her.

“You don’t mind me joining you, Jane… Really?” she asked.

“Shannon, it’s not a problem, and it will be fun. Besides you’ll like Bill, and really we are just great friends. Plus if it will make you feel better, mother hen, OK.” We both laughed, starting to relax a bit.

The cab pulled up and dropped us at the brightly lit, huge hotel lobby. A young doorman greeted us and ran a dolly around to pick up our bags. Shannon was all smiles to him, and flirted lightly.

Checking in, we headed to our room and unpacked our clothing. Shannon had the Med. show programs out with the times of the seminars we wanted to attend and was studying them closely.

“Shannon how about tomorrow just after one for lunch with Bill?” I checked.

“Well we only have the morning seminar and I thought we could walk around looking at the booth displays in the afternoon, but sure lunch would be great. Where are you thinking of going Jane?” she wondered.

“Let’s meet him here in the hotel restaurant. It has a nice look to it and, well, maybe I am a little nervous after all,” I replied with hesitation.

“Sounds OK,” Shannon replied, seeing I wasn’t so confident any more.

Somehow I felt better with her endorsement. I knew Bill would never hurt me, but anticipation can make you worry about anything. Nervously I picked up the phone and called the number I had so carefully copied down. The number rang four or five times and I was about to hang up when I heard the pick up.

“Hello,” the deep voice greeted.

“Bill, hi it’s Jane, I’m in San Diego,” I stammered.

“Jane! Hello, Jane! Thank you for calling,” came the very friendly reply. “How are you? How was the flight? Jane, your voice sounds great, just like I imagined.”

“Thanks, Bill, I don’t know where to begin, but how about lunch tomorrow?” I replied apprehensively.

“Lunch would be great, Jane, I will meet where ever you like, or I can suggest a very public place.”

“Actually Bill, would it be all right if I brought my friend Shannon along? She is another nurse I work with,” I inquired trying to sound polite.

“Of course Jane, I insist she joins us. It’s my privilege to have lunch with the two of you – on my card of course.”

Yes, this was the Bill I knew. I could feel his personality and it was so strange. The personality that was on e-mail was alive and dynamic. Here he was kind, caring and alive. We set the time and place and said good night.

It had been along day and I needed a shower and bed. Shannon read for a while and I wondered about tomorrow as I drifted off to a fine sleep between the cool clean sheets. The air conditioning hummed peacefully and contentedly away under the window, cooling our room and lulling us into dream-land.

The first morning seminar was interesting and both of us took light notes on the handouts provided. My mind was not fully on the program and I drifted off several times thinking of lunch. I’m not sure why it was so important to me – after all it was only a lunch.

We broke from the talk and Shannon turned to me and said, “Well, let’s go meet your friend.”

I had butterflies and just nodded.

We where about fifteen minutes early and sat drinking tea together.

“Jane, you seem a little apprehensive about meeting Bill,” Shannon noted with female intuition.

“A little Shannon,” I admitted. “He is a bit of a special person to me.”

“And you have never met him,” she probed.

I didn’t offer any more information — I couldn’t. I didn’t know how. Shannon did not know that I had had a relationship with my uncle and or much of my personal history; Bill did. He was special to me and that idea I could not explain easily.

I heard a voice call, “Jane,” and I look over towards the host’s reception area and there he was.

“He’s not bad for an older man, Jane,” Shannon observed.

I smiled nervously at her and stood as Bill approached. His eyes were bright, and he was trim. His hair was still fairly thick but fading to a dark gray. It was short in a clean military cut. His dress was smart and appropriate.

“Jane, hello,” he greeted and took my hand and held it.

“Hi, Bill, this is Shannon, the friend I mentioned… we work together,” I stated, trying to deflect some of the attention off myself.

“Hi, Shannon, very nice to meet you,” Bill offered.

He definitely was sincere and friendly. I was comfortable with him from the start. We lunched together and chatted about many different light topics. Bill did not pepper me with questions and avoided any private discussions. It was a bit strange; here was someone I had been intimate with in writing and yet we did not touch any more than the immediate situation. I was worried about some topics coming up in front of Shannon. Bill was great. He knew, and was not slow or deficient with his words… a true gentleman.

Lunch güvenilir casino ended and Bill sat back and chatted with us for a while, then asked, “Would you like to see a little of San Diego, ladies?”

A natural pause came to the table.

I thought for a moment and replied, “Yes, Bill that would be nice.” My eyes connected with Shannon and she understood.

She responded, “Jane, I think I would like to catch the afternoon seminar.”

We both knew that there wasn’t one.

“Sure Shannon,” I replied.

At this moment, Shannon turned to Bill and asked, “Will you take care of her?”

I almost died, but clamped my mouth shut, uncertain what to say.

Bill smiled, “Shannon I promise. I’ll tell you what… ” Reaching for his pocket Bill pulled out his wallet. “Shannon, please copy down all my information from my driver’s license. You can have my address and here is my phone number.”

It was the same number I called him at.

“I will also have Jane call you and this afternoon and leave a message,” he continued.

I sat still through this exchange and bit my tongue. I didn’t know whether to be mad or grateful to Shannon. I decide she really was taking care of me. I left with Bill and headed out the door.

“Bill, I’m sorry, Shannon is just worried about me that’s all,” I explained.

Bill smiled at me. “Jane, I’m happy she asked, and that I could take you with me without any worries. She is right, we are in an odd position here.”

I smiled back. I liked Bill. He was the man I thought he would be. He had the same personality as in his letters. Oddly and because of me, we never did talk on the telephone. I did not want to. I wanted to know Bill though letters and writing because this was a unique experience to me. Our first ten minutes together was a bit awkward, neither one of us knew where to start. Yes, it was awkward, but there was something I could feel — something I understood and had felt before. Breaking the silence, Bill asked if I would like to visit Sea World. I agreed and off we went.

“Bill could you park several blocks away? I need to walk with you a little,” I requested.

“Not a problem Jane,” I understand.

We left the car and walked.

“Bill thank you for being discreet at lunch with Shannon. She doesn’t know much about you or my past or how our friendship started,” I noted to him.

“I wasn’t sure Jane, so I did not say anything out of concern that it may embarrass you.” he added somewhat fatherly.

“Thanks Bill,” I smiled back. “I can’t believe we are here together.”

“You are well… great, Jane. I don’t know you, yet I know you like a daughter. What do we do here? I would like to spend as much time together as you care to give me. I have pages of discussion to review with you and I can’t think of any of it now. And, Jane, you are so pretty, you make me nervous.”

I blushed and smiled at the compliment.

I thought about his words for a minute and then looped my arm though his and said, “How about we start at Sea World and the beginning.”

Bill broke out in a huge smile and the tension melted between us. Words came like an easy rain, cool and refreshing. We connected and communicated. Sea World was splendid. Bill knew much about the undersea world and we chatted about fish, shrimps, sharks and sea anemones. The stress of the last few months was lifting off my shoulders. Bill was like a rejuvenation tonic to me. We spent dinner together and walked in a beautiful park. Our conversation deepened and became intimate. Bill stopped and pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. I felt a bit neglected, but was patient.

He carefully handed me the phone and said, “Our call to Shannon I promised her, Jane.”

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I told Shannon I was OK and would be back in an hour or so. My eyes locked to Bill’s and I knew this man. There was no questioning that now.

Bill dropped me off and I promised to call him the next day. When I came in the door Shannon was in bed and watching TV.

“How was it Jane? I thought you would be back an hour or so ago?” she questioned.

“It was fabulous Shannon, sorry for the late call, but we really connected,” I answered.

Shannon smiled and went back to her show. I loved her. She was considerate and didn’t pry. The next day I called Bill and told him I was free after ten in the morning. He agreed to pick me up at the front lobby. Shannon asked if I was going to see any of the displays. I begged her forgiveness and she smiled and told me it was OK, one of her old class mates was at the show in Medical sales and had invited her to go for dinner.

The Comfort of Love

Bill was right on time for our meeting the next day. He asked if I would like to go to the zoo with his granddaughter and I jumped at the chance to met her. I knew she was only four years old and very cute from the pictures he sent me.

We visited the zoo and had a great time. canlı casino Bill’s granddaughter was adorable.

At one point she said, “pee-pee, Grandpa,” and I watched as Bill started her heading towards the men’s room. I stopped him and took her to the women’s washroom. I gave him my, ‘I’m a nurse,’ look as he started to say he would do it. Smiling, I told him us girls always pee together anyway (or at least men always like to think so).

After dropping her off with her parents, he invited me to his home mentioning it was only a few blocks away. I hesitated, being a single girl one never looses that deep guard. Bill caught it immediately. He popped out the cell phone and called the hotel number. He passed me his phone once again as the lobby clerk answered. Bill requested I leave a message for Shannon, where I was going and for how long. I quickly complied.

Bill’s home was immaculate and well kept. The front yard was lovely and I could see someone who likes gardening and had the time. Going inside I could see the military man at work. Everything was polished and in its place.

“Bill,” I quizzed, “How long has your wife been gone?” I knew it was many years but not how many.

“It’s been four years Jane”

Satisfying my womanly curiosity I peeked around as Bill fixed us some juice to drink. I looked into the bedrooms and the house was spotlessly clean. One room had a large desk in it and what appeared to be several pieces of complicated electronic equipment. I wandered in.

“Bill, what is an oscilloscope?” I quizzed loudly from the room.

Bill replied from the kitchen, “It’s a piece of electronics measuring equipment, dear.”

“What does it do?” I continued.

“Measures amplitude varying signals in the time domain, Jane.”

I knew I shouldn’t have asked. It looked like an old style heart monitor to me. Continuing the tour we walked out on the back porch and I could see several flower beds unfinished in different parts of the big yard.

“Bill, what are you going to plant in those beds?” I queried. Yes, I was curious about everything.

“Haven’t planned anything yet Jane. Do you like gardening?” he asked.

“Yes, love it,” I promptly responded.

“Let’s go look,” he suggested.

Being female I took the initiative and started helping him plan.

“I think I would like to see Daylilies here in the sunny area. Yes, that would look good with pink and white Daylilies. Then we could put geraniums over there,” I said, motioning with my finger.

Bill laughed and said he had just bought the geraniums. One thing lead to another, and we spent the next hour turning up the beds together. Bill drove me back to the hotel that evening tired and very happy.

Shannon was not in yet, but was still out for dinner. I jumped into the shower and afterwards wrapped in fresh towels lying on the bed, phoned Bill.

We talked for the next hour and Shannon had come in and was just finishing her shower when I hung up.

“Shannon, I have decide to stay in San Diego for a few more days after tomorrow.” She nodded and asked if it was Bill. I answered honestly, “Yes.” I told her I was involved in a gardening project and he had offered to put me up for a few days. She did not lecture. She heard the tone in my voice and just asked me to call her in a week or so to let her know I was OK. I agreed and reminded her I was going straight on to Hawaii and my parents afterwards. I then called to rebook my flight and then climbed into bed happy and very sleepy.

I spent the next morning with Shannon, then we checked out that afternoon. I hugged Shannon goodbye and I waited for Bill to come. A few minutes later he pulled up and off I went home with him.

We worked in the garden more, that late afternoon, Bill having been busy picking up plants all day. Later, after cleaning up he took me out for a splendid dinner at a Mexican restaurant around San Diego’s Old Town area. Bill was fun to be with. We continued to become more comfortable and accustomed to each other.

I slept in the spare bedroom that night and had a fabulously restful sleep.

In The Garden

Waking up early the next morning, we jogged several miles, and then had a light breakfast before starting our gardening work. We worked the soil together digging, lifting and turning. The yard was quiet, with only the chirping of the birds and I focused with a purposeful singularity on the job. A work out I needed — to be lost in nature, to forget the past and future for a time. The smell of the fresh earth brought me back to my early adolescence and my love for gardening in Hawaii. Bill hauled the new soil in and I shoveled, my hair tied back in a bandanna. I caught his eyes watching me several times and I smiled back, once with the flutter of my eyebrows. A warm morning sun built too hot and we stopped after an hour of labor and sat on the back porch steps drinking water.

“Jane, are you going to be charging me for all this hard work?” Bill quizzed jokingly.

“Yeah, I’ll be sending you my invoice Hon,” I teased back.

I slid my hand over to the inside of his leg just below his shorts and gently touched him. I felt his slide arm around my waist and we sat quietly for a moment enjoying each other’s touch.

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