A Second Affair
         Submitted By Bobjj123

As I had boarded the plane for the flight home, I noted that it was almost empty of passengers and soon found adjoining empty seats in which to lie down but as the plane prepared for departure, I found I was too distraught to sleep. My sudden split with Lorrie had left me rather saddened and depressed.

Meanwhile, as the plane prepared for departure, a beautiful, blond, flight attendant proceeded to explain the aircraft’s safety features and I watched with disinterest. Actually, the woman was rather the thing that held my interest.

A few minutes into the flight, I felt myself losing my composure and tears came to my eyes. It was at that moment that the flight attendant came by asking if I was ready for a drink and I was caught in the act. "I’m sorry," I said as I struggled to regain my composure and respond. The flight attendant smiled as she departed and soon returned with my mineral water. I drank as I returned to my melancholy.

Sometime later, the flight attendant came and sat down in the seat next to me. "Hi! I’m Ginny and it’s a long flight. I could use some company. Are you up for it?" she said. I lied and said I was.

So we talked. Ginny was an expert at drawing me out and she soon knew the whole story of the source of my melancholy. She kept on the subject of me for the next three hours. . . even as I tried to extract her story! Gradually, my depression abated and I regained my composure so that by the time we arrived I was feeling tired but happy. Lorrie had become a pleasant memory.

As I departed the aircraft, I said goodbye to Ginny and went home. For the next several weeks, I was deeply engrossed in a new project and life was filled with work. Then, just as the project reached a slow, protracted phase, I was walking to the dry cleaners when I saw her - Ginny!

She recognized me immediately and we fell to talking. Then, when I suggested we go into the coffee shop instead of standing in front of it, she grew cold and distant! "I think not!", she said with no explanation. I stooped to pleading.

Finally she reluctantly agreed and we soon sat in a booth, facing each other. I asked, "What did I say or do that turned you so cold when I suggest the coffee shop?" Ginny responded that she wasn’t much on men. . . ." and remained cold and distant. "What don’t you like about me? I responded. "You really want to know?. . . ." She responded.

After some more jockeying, she asked, "What do you really expect from you and me?" and I responded, "I expect to get to know you and understand you and friendship." "Nothing more?" she asked. "Of course there’s more. I just don’t know how much until we get to know each other better." I responded.

"You’re not just trying to get me in the sack?" she asked and I laughed at her directness. "You’re a sexy and desirable woman. Of course I’m interested in getting you into my bed but I’m also a gentleman and I keep my passions within due bounds." I responded. This time she laughed.

"You don’t know me." she spoke and I replied, "I’m trying but you’re not making it easy."

It was at that point in our conversation that I felt a certain warmth come between us - we were friends! Talk became easy and we sat for over an hour exploring our new friendship. She spoke openly.

She told me she had a seven year old son, Tad, who would always be first in her life. He was the only thing good to come from her "had to" early marriage and subsequent marriage. She had hated men. . . .perhaps still did! Don’t expect too much of our relationship. There would be no sex and no strings! The bitterness and hostility she had hidden so well surfaced in all it’s ugliness. Still, she needed a friend and so did I.

We agreed to go to dinner on Friday before her flight. It would be a quick date at an informal restaurant. "Bring Tad", I said. "I think not," she replied. The date was rather fun as Ginny’s natural hostility eased a bit over dinner. We danced a few dances and she was home before nine o’clock. As I left her at her door, she said, "Thanks for a lovely evening. You’re trying hard and I appreciate that.

We dated frequently after that and after several dates, she brought Tad along. This time, she had left the baggage she carried behind. The hostility was gone and for the first time the ugliness of her hostility was gone. She was incredibly beautiful! It was then that our relationship changed. . . . .friends still but I wanted more.

Still, an agreement is an agreement. . . . I kept my wants to myself! We continued to date and Tad frequently came with us. . . The boy and I became friends! Ginny remained friendly and we kept to our agreement as summer turned to fall and I sensed something between us. . . Something ugly! Of course, there was nothing I could point to. . . . just something that I could not explain.

It was after Tad’s school carnival and we had returned to Ginny’s home where she put Tad to bed and we sat in the kitchen to talk. Ginny seemed hostile. . . .! "We agreed that if either of us wanted to call our relationship off it was over. . . I want to call it off!" she said.

I was stunned and asked, "Why." "I don’t want to see you any more. I guess I’d like to see some other guys." she replied. There was really nothing left to say. . . .it was an agreement and I had no alternative as I said, "I’m sorry. I thought we were good together. Goodbye!" and left.

As I returned to room, I wondered why I seemed to be so unlucky in my choice of women. Of course, Ginny was beautiful and she could attract any number of men. . . some that were probably better choices than me. Still, it hurt!

I soon got my life back together and life went on.

It was an evening the week before thanksgiving when Tad called me. I recognized his voice immediately and asked, "Tad! How are you? Does your mother know you are calling me. The boy was taken aback and responded, "No. My mother’s not feeling well. She needs help. Would you help me?" I’ll be right there! I said.

It was an evening the week before thanksgiving when Tad called me. I recognized his voice immediately and asked, "Tad! How are you? Does your mother know you are calling me. The boy was taken aback and responded, "No. My mother’s not feeling well. She needs help. Would you help me?" I’ll be right there! I said.

Within the hour I was at Ginny’s home and Tad met me at the door. "My mother’s in here." he said as he led me to her bedroom. "Hi Ginny, it’s me." I said as I entered the bedroom. The room was a shambles of empty bottles, dirty dishes, filth and scattered clothes. "Go away," she said and I responded, "Like hell I will. It was Tad that called me and I intend to help him. . . Now, get your lazy out of that bed and get dressed. We’re going to get you moving again." She did not respond.

After repeated attempts to get her out of bed, I splashed her with a pitcher of ice water and she flew up at me with a fury like I’d never seen before. "You bastard!," she screamed and struck me with her fists. I held her arms and withstood her feet kicking me as her anger slowly abated. Then, as the anger left her, she slowly melted into my arms and I was supporting her. She spoke, "I’m sorry. I’m just not doing well." she said. "Yes, I can see that." I responded as I placed her in the shower and turned on the cold water. She reacted quickly and I saw the anger again. "Get the shower temperature adjusted and get out of those pajamas.

Tad and I’ll be cleaning up the mess in your room. It was nearly an hour later when Ginny came into the kitchen, fully dressed and primped and looking as beautiful as ever. Tad ran and hugged his mother as I looked on. "Coffee," I asked after a decent interval. I’d like that," she responded. Then, she remonstrated Tad, "Why did you call Pete. You could have called . . . ."

Tad interrupted to say, ". . .because he’s my friend!" It was at that point that I interrupted to say, "Look, it’s no big deal. You needed help and he called me. . . . ." "Dammit, it is a big deal! I’ve been months trying to get over you and now you’re in my life again." she spoke. "That’s funny," I replied, "I’ve just spent months trying to get over you. What is it with us crazies?" I said, "Something’s not right here." "We had an agreement. . . " she said and I interrupted. "We made a mistake. Damn the agreement. . . ."

Suddenly, Ginny flew into my arms and we embraced as she pressed her lips to mine. "Tad, Go to your room," she said and the boy was gone. Our tongues met and danced a firey dance in our mouths as we held each other close. Then, after an interval I suggested, Perhaaps it’s time for a new agreement." Ginny spoke quickly, "Damn the agreements. Just don’t hurt me! please?"

Then, there was a hour of pleasant kissing and light caresses and intimate conversation as we waited for Tad to go to sleep. Then, after another cup of coffee, I said, "I’ve waited a long time for this and I want you to be sure so I’m going home and give us a time to reflect." Ginny protested, "But I’ve got a flight tomorrow and I won’t be home until Wednesday. "Think about me while you’re gone and we’ll get together on Wednesday." I replied.

She said, "My plane arrives at 1651 so meet me at the airport at 1652. . . . It was about 4:55 p.m. when I saw Ginny hurrying down the passage in her uniform. . . and toting her overnight case. Tad and I stood waiting as she arrived and immediately kissed me, then Tad with a warm greeting.

She was smiling as we entered the car for the drive to their home and she said to Tad, "Honey, Tonight I want to be alone with Pete. I’d like you to stay with with the sitter." Tad seemed to sense the situation and readily agreed to it. "First, dinner. . ." I said. After a quick dinner at Tad’s favorite McDonalds we dropped Tad off at his sitters and went directly to Ginny’s where her room mate kept me company while she changed for the evening. The room mate eyed me with amusement as she said, "I thought you were history around here." I replied, "History sometimes repeats itself."

Then, Ginny came out of her room dressed to the nines and carrying her overnight airline bag. As we left her home, I asked, "Where to. . . dinner? dancing? show?" and she responded quietly, "Why don’t we go to someplace nice quiet and we can order champagne like a nice hotel room.

The look in her eyes said the rest. . . . I called ahead and reserved a suite at Grouveneur; then, drove slowly as I enjoyed the company of the beautiful woman at my side. Half an hour later, we had left the car with the valet and registered for suite 1605 before taking the elevator to our room.

The room was plush with all the comforts, ideally suited to our purpose. As we entered, Ginny suddenly became quiet. . . not angry or upset! I sensed it immediately and quickly dismissed the bell hop who had accompanied us to the room before taking her by the hand and leading her to the window where we could look out to the lights of the city. "Are you all right with what we’re doing?" I asked.

She responded, "I’m OK!" and I knew she wasn’t. "Look, I want you to be ready when we do this. If you have any reservations at all, I can wait." I said only half way meaning it! She turned and kissed me on the lips. . . . A soft, meaningful kiss that sopke of intimacy but not passion. "Why do you put up with me and my problems?" she asked and I responded. . . . Hey!

We all got problems but your body’s one in a million!" I laughed as I spoke, ". . . and a mind to go with it too!" Ginny turned and went to the closet where she pulled the dress over her head and hung it on the hanger.

Then she removed her half-slip and shoes all in my plain view. Her face was devoid of expression as she undressed for me and I had no idea what she was thinking as she went into the bathroom and closed the door. I removed my trousers, shirt, shoes and socks and turned back the covers on the bed. After turning out the light I took the rose from the vase on the table and placed it on her pillow as I climbed into bed. In a few minutes, Ginny emerged from the bathroom.

She was dressed in a black teddy with a black bra and panties visible through the shear nylon of the teddy. She was beautiful . . . .more beautiful than any woman I’d ever seen! I said so. . . . In a second or two she had crawled into bed and under the covers. . . .her body tense and looking grim.

Finally I understood- she was scared! "Look Ginny, we don’t have to do this unless you want to. We can stop any time if you want. I can only enjoy us together if we are truly together." I assured her. "I’m sorry," she said, "I want to. . . more than anything but I’ve got things in my past. . . . . " We talked and kissed and caressed as Ginny talked out her troubles. "I want you to do me. . . .even if I say no. I want you to take me. . . .you deserve it!"

She said with determination, "We’ll still be friends in the morning, I promise," So the conversation went and the hours passed as we sipped champagne and talked. Then, suddenly and totally unanticipated, I felt her come close to me and kiss me on the lips, passionately and our tongues met in a dance of love.

I felt the heat of her body through the thin teddy as we embraced. She became a tigress. . . .wild and passionate! I responded by opening the teddy and snatched away the bra to expose her perfect breasts.

The rest was wild foreplay as we engaged in cunnilingus and fellatio as wild and uninhibited as I could never have imagined before. I touched her everywhere and caressed her from her toes to her hair as she meowed and showed her approval in a hundred ways.

Finally, it was Ginny who climbed over me and positioned herself over my erect and willing cock. It was she who lowered her well lubricated orifice over my pole and proceeded to fuck me. Again, she was insatiable and I worked to meet her thrust for thrust. Of course, the action was too soon over. . . We had both experienced our peaks at the same time and the afterglow was exquisite! Ginny was again strangely quiet and I expressed concern. "I never knew it could be so good," she said. "Oh! That was only the first time and it’ll get better next time." I replied.

For the first time, we were lovers, complete and open with each other. There was no baggage - simply the here and now! We talked intimately and made plans for us. In scarcely a half hour I was recovered and ready for a second coitus which Ginny sensed and rolled into position for the encounter.

There was no long foreplay, none was needed. From on top I entered her. Later, Ginny said, "You were right, it gets better." and rolled to spoon with me before we slept. The following days were glorious days filled with love and laughter and kindred spirits. Even though my work had become demanding, there was always time for Ginny and Tad.

We made plans. . . . A month passed; then, two months as Ginny and Tad moved from their shared townhouse to my house which was larger and with a yard suitable for Tad. For appearance, Ginny had a guest room next to Tad but she spent her nights in my master bedroom.

Then, as we gained confidence in our relationship we began to plan our marriage. A date of March 5th was set for the wedding to give us ample time to plan it. It was on the 29th of January that the two men appeared at our door with the news that Ginny had died in an accident at work. . .

Today I wonder, "Is it better to have loved and lost or to never have loved at all?"

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