In my next short story, Fondue, Enchiladas & Love… Chicago Style, I’m spinning a realistic “look-see” into the lives of two really nice people — a man and a woman in mid-life — who met on Facebook. Yeah: Facebook!
Over a period of several years, Lynn and Rob learned a great deal about each other. Like millions of us, they use FB to connect with family and friends and share personal, national and world news. They chat, bitch, moan, groan and laugh about their worlds, their families, their political and religious beliefs, their preferences in music, movies and books, and even wine. Lynn and Rob are members of huge networks of like-minded friends that crisscross the nation and sometimes even the world.
Rob and Lynn are healthy, active, attractive people; they are in good physical shape and look half their age (or at least a decade younger). They’ve survived divorce and have grown kids, careers, homes, and Lynn even has a fiance — her comfortable, sure-bet, Carl. Neither Rob nor Lynn are looking to upend their well-ordered worlds when they have an opportunity to finally meet in Chicago. Neither expects more than a quick dinner but what they get is pure spontaneous combustion that burns all night!
There was one thing Lynn knew for certain: “What happened in Chicago was damn well going to stay in Chicago…”
But with dawn comes the realization that something more is happening between them… and something has to give if they are to make it work in a responsible, mature way… but what? How?
Clearly, we cannot easily make the same decisions at 50 that we might have made at 20… life is different now… and it gets complicated fast.
This is a contemporary adult story about the unique challenges responsible adults face when trying to tack together a new life in middle age; it’s about family and the expectations adult children have about how their parents should live, as well as careers and real estate and broken promises and a ton of baggage and even the limits of parental obligations. But most of all it’s about passion! I’ve written several erotic scenes in this story and one of my favorites is the following one where, as they are dining, they begin to realize there is a very special magic between them — and that magic weaves it’s own spell over dessert and then continues after dinner:
(Note: the story is written in first person; Lynn is telling you their story.)
The dessert was an elaborate presentation of luscious, velvety melted chocolate kept warm in a small fondue pot and served with a variety of little cubes of cake (yellow, white, chocolate, lemon) and large juicy strawberries, delicate apricots, and salty pretzel sticks.
As Rob’s hand stirred the fondue I realized he was stirring me, stirring my heart, stirring my senses… and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. No: Strike that… there wasn’t a damn thing I wanted to do about it. I was enjoying the most romantic, and totally spontaneous, night of my life with a man who was quite obviously sweeping me off my feet.
What could be the harm in that?
Of course, everything…
I leaned forward so Rob could feed me little cakes dunked in warm melted chocolate and he leaned toward me so I could feed him strawberries and apricots I dipped in the fondue. Rob also dipped pretzel sticks into the melted chocolate and held them to my lips and I laughed at the sparkle in his eyes as I knowingly teased him by licking off the dripping warm chocolate with my tongue.
“You’re killing me,” he moaned.
I laughed, “Nice to know…”
I wiped strawberry juice and warm chocolate from his lips with my fingers but wanted to lick those treats off his lips with my tongue. Every time I ran one of my long painted finger nails gently over his lips Rob’s eyes told me he was wishing for the very same thing. I knew I was being preposterously seductive but I did it anyway; after capturing the sweetness from his lips, I put my finger in my mouth and sucked. His eyes were glued to me.
We were falling into the fondue pot…
Our legs were locked together, our hands fed each other fondue, and our eyes spoke volumes.
Oh my God, what is happening here?
I knew exactly what was happening and I made the deliberate decision to go with it: I wanted that man – and I wanted him badly.
And I loved that he wanted me… oh yeah: I definitely loved that he wanted me.
I want you Rob… I want you more than I have ever wanted any other man in my life.
…. and then later….
Rob opened the back door and I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into me; I kissed him passionately as we stumbled into the house. He held me firmly in his arms and never removed his lips from my hungry mouth as he balanced himself on one leg and back-kicked the door shut behind us. We slammed ourselves into the wall and pawed at each other like the animals in heat that we had become…
He tasted like chocolate and strawberries and salty pretzels and I was hot melted chocolate begging to be stirred.
“Wow, just wow” he said as he stretched his arms over my head and pressed them against the wall. He peered down at me asked “Lynn, are you sure about this?”
We searched each other’s eyes and I whispered “Yes. Definitely.”
Gallantly he asked again, “Really? Should we be doing this?”
“Probably not but I don’t want to stop now!”
He exhaled and said “Well, damnit, neither do I.”
I pulled his head down and opened my mouth, welcoming his tongue, and clawed at his shirt. I helped him peel off his sports jacket; he shook it off and tossed it to the floor. My hands crawled over his muscular hairy chest and he threw his head back and moaned “Oh Christ… what you do to me, Lynn….”
Then he pinned me to the wall and nibbled my neck as he unbuttoned my blouse; I gladly slipped out of it and he flung it to the floor, on top of his sports coat. Then he stepped back so he could watch me as he slowly slid his hands under my camisole and felt my flesh. His touch sent shivers down my spine.
“Oh my God…” I said as he fondled my breasts. “I love your touch…” I whispered, “I just love it!”
Stir me, stir me…stir me I begged…
Slowly as if in a dream, he slid my camisole up over my head, exposing my naked breasts in the soft filtered moonlight that crept into the house. His husky, deep voice whispered “Damn you’re a beautiful woman” as his eyes studied my body as if I was truly a priceless work of art.
I watched in fascination as he lowered his head and began to suck… my knees buckled and I began to slide down the wall but he held me firmly; his lower body pressed mine against the wall and I moaned with pleasure.
Rob’s mouth crawled over me… upward and over my shoulders…then back toward my neck and up toward my chin until his lips reached my mouth again. I cupped his face in my hands and whispered breathless, frenzied things like “Oh my God, oh my God, Rob…” as I soaked up his kisses and felt his strong hands explore my entire body, from my breasts to my hips, taking my full measure.
He said “Oh damn you feel good” as he fondled my ass and pulled me even more tightly into his swollen groin. Rob unzipped my skirt and it fell around my ankles; he supported me as I kicked it away and then kicked off my heels. I was shorter by almost two inches once I stepped out of my shoes.
“Whoah! Where did you go!” he laughed as he lowered himself to kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around his strong neck and clung to him on tiptoes as he slid his hands up my thighs.
His eyes popped in pleased surprise. “You’re already wet, hon…” he whispered in a very gentle voice.
“Uh huh…of course I am. This is what you do to me.”
He played with me, gently and teasingly at first, and I whispered “I want you…”
…. and of course there is more….
This is just a tease!