Chapter 11.
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1991.
David woke up the morning with a new feeling. He had never felt so exhilarated, so excited as he did at that moment.
He opened the curtains and the sun came gushing in. It was a lovely day and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Should I go to the pool downstairs or should I go to Muizenburg. Oh I don't think I have a choice, Muizenburg here I come. He thought.
He got dressed, had something to eat in the restaurant then off he went. Today he was driving in a different direction. He was going south and the drive was just as pleasant as going in the direction he went the day before.
He passed Groote Schuur the hospital, where professor Barnard did the first heart transplant. He remembered the news headlines. South African surgeon Professor Chris Barnard does first open heart operation. Which, for a few days made the people proud and the press had something else to print, something positive instead of all the negatives especially the hated apartheid laws, which was the official government policy of racial segregation.
He parked the car, grabbed his kit bag with all his belongings and found a place where he could relax in the sun. He was among a lot of older ladies who he presumed were Jewish widows that had moved down to the Cape from the Transvaal after their husbands had died. He smeared some suntan lotion onto his body and lay in his deck chair till he was hot enough to go in the water. He ran into the water and dived in just as the wave was breaking.
When he walked back to his deck chair he noticed a few of these ladies with their blown up bellies in the one piece costumes, had sat up to look at him then turned to a friend, said something and looked back at him again with a broad smile. He wondered, what they were like in their prime. If I was a gigolo would I make any money today... then he laughed to himself.
He arrived on time at Kim's and when she opened the door he noticed right away that she wasn't wearing a bra. He followed her into the sitting room and handed her the present he had bought for her earlier. In the background he heard music and recognized it was Roger Whittaker."I like your taste of music." He said.
"Yes, I like his voice and the songs he sings. There is always a message in the words." She opened her present making sure she didn't tear the paper. "David how did you know that I love perfume. And it's Channel No 5. my favorite. Oh David you needn't have. Come let me kiss you." She gave him a peck on his cheek.
"I hope you enjoy wearing it."He said.
"I'll think of you every time I put it on. I'll go and spray a bit on."
"Well that's already made it worth it for me." He replied.
"We're having Tapas to eat tonight. Very simple, I hope you'll enjoy it. But before we go any further, can you open a bottle of wine for me please." She took a bottle of red wine off the table and passed it to him. "Oh, I'm sorry David, I didn't even ask you if you like red wine?"
"I love any wine as long as it doesn't taste like vinegar."He replied.
She brought the rest of the little bowls of tapas and put it on the little coffee table where we were going to eat. They sat down on the cushions that she had placed on the floor and he filled their glasses with the red wine.They were half way through when she said. "Open your mouth," then popped a prawn inside.
"Open your mouth," He popped a calamari ring in her mouth. They did that a couple of times and could feel the excitement swelling inside him.
David's mouth is dry, his heart is thudding, it is as awful and as thrilling as when he was seventeen when he touched Mrs. Reynolds waist.
"Okay, Close your eyes and open your mouth. Not so wide."As she did that he stretched over and kissed her.
She opened her eyes and saw his face in front of her. His heart was beating at twice the rate it should in anticipation of him being rejected. "Do that again David." She closed her eyes and he put his arm around her then kissed her again but this time she kissed him back.He has a little shiver of ecstasy.
The kiss was all passion. Their tongues were in each others mouths and they looked at each other with such feelings of wanting more. This is what they had always wanted, to feel love, real love. Kim could not hold back, she had not felt like that at any time in her life. She kissed him on his neck then he did the same. He pulled the dress strap off her shoulder to expose her firm brown breast and the nipple which was standing up. He cupped the breast in his hand, his mouth went around the nipple and he sucked on it like a hungry baby, then he kissed her. He kissed and sucked on her ear. "Oh...no...noo David," she sighed. And as he held her tighter and felt her body against his. His hand touched her leg then went under her dress and she brushed her hand over his trousers making him get harder he touched her thigh and when there was no resistance his finger touched her panties lightly and he felt the wetness of her sex. "Oh David...David,"she whispered the as his finger went inside her. The dress came off her other shoulder falling to her waist. He looked at her."You are beautiful my love." She undid the buttons of his shirt and ran her hand over his chest then tugged at his trousers. He stood up and took them off while she removed her dress. She looked up, saw his penis and taking it with her hand she felt the throbbing and stiffness.He went down on his knees."David." She said. "I'm not interested in performance...I don't want to be fucked, I want to feel something." He opened her legs to see her sex and then entered her."From now, you will never be fucked my baby, only loved." He said and then she raised her hips and he entered her as deep as he could go. She closed her eyes as she sighed with pleasure while he moaned with the pain of not letting go. Then it happened, his body spasmed as his muscles tightened out of control. They both felt the un-imaginable pleasure of orgasming together in each other's arms. And as she sighed, he cried with pleasure and when it was over they rested, their bodies stuck together from the perspiration, his penis still inside her.
"David don't move, I want to enjoy you as long as I can." She said as she raised her hips.He could feel the tightening, then the easing of her contraction around his penis. It was something that he never experienced with any other woman.
When he finally rolled off her, they lay side by side. "I feel like a new man, like I've just been born and right now there is no one who can feel more satisfied than me."
She rolled over on her stomach and looking at him said. "You are a wonderful man, Mr. Paterson," then rested her head on his chest.
She stood up and looking at him said."I think it's time to go to bed."She took his hand and Led him to the bedroom. She lay in his powerful arms and at that moment wanted nothing more from life. The last thing he heard before falling asleep was."I'me a stickler for organization...."
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