so he said, “go on” in a very soft voice.
“And then on a horrible day in February of ninety-five, while trying to get home during one of the worst snow storms in Boston area history, Alexander lost control of his car on I-90. He was a little banged up but okay, I know because he called me and then he got very tense, said I love you and to make sure our children know how much he loved and wanted them.” trying desperately to keep from bawling like a baby she stops talking for several minutes, kicks at the water, takes several deep breaths, and Keiran takes off his shirt so that she can dab her eyes and nose. He takes her hand, grateful and squeezing as if trying to hang on for dear life, she continues, “loved, he had said loved, and immediately I knew something was terribly wrong I just wouldn’t find out how wrong until the police knocked on my door three hours later. Upon hearing them say it aloud I collapsed into shock and my doctor was summoned.” Another deep breath, “Alexander was gone. Although he lived through his own vehicle careening out of control, he did not stand any chance at all when the semi truck lost control and plowed directly into him. He saw it coming and could not do a damn thing about it, he knew he was about to die which must have been so awful for him.” she sobbed, “the police told me that his leg was pinned from his accident so he sat there and faced death head on.” Racked with heaving sobs she hangs her head, shoulders shaking violently.
“Oh my God, Kathryn!” Keiran said stopping and pulling her into his arms, “I am so, so sorry. What a devastating loss for you.” He holds her tight, wrapping her in his strong embrace, stroking her hair, “Shhhh, it’s okay now Kathryn, I’m here, shhh” he soothes. He holds her for about five minutes or so as she regains her composure, she pulls away, wipes her face and looks up apologetically at Keiran saying, “I’m sorry Keiran that was such a difficult part of my past that I haven’t shared with others in detail so I have never become comfortable talking about it. Usually when people inquire I just tell them Alex passed away and move on.”
He pulls her back into his arms and whispers, “Shhh, no apologies are ever necessary with me. I especially understand how painful it is to lose someone.” And then realizing that last statement would focus the discussion on him instead of her, and he wanted to learn everything about her first, he tries to bring some levity to the discussion changing the subject by mentioning her children, “So your children are twelve years old now, right?”
She smiles lightly, pulls out of the embrace and continues walking, “Yes, they were born without complications a few weeks early in June of ninety-five. They are nearly thirteen and are the loves of my life. I gave all three of them the middle name of Alexander after their father. Their names are Brady, Aiden, and Dylan, which were names on the short list before Alex passed. They are spending the night tonight with a friend. She takes a deep breath and continues, “Basically for the past decade, I have lived the same life year after year. Every time I would think about moving away his parents would make me feel extremely guilty. Finally, about a year ago I decided to go for it, to do the things that I wanted to and to stop not doing things just because I was afraid of what people would think. A friend in Boston told me that the Sheik of Dubai was looking for a translator to help in his business dealings. Of course, the Sheik is very talented with languages as well, but sometimes I think it’s better for him for people to assume that he is only fluent in Arabic and English. So I travel the world with him when necessary and handle the communications for his companies.”
“Which languages do you speak, Kathryn?”
“Fluently I speak Arabic, French, German, Russian, Italian, Portuguese, and Spanish. Conversationally I can get by with Vietnamese, and I’m currently studying Mandarin. Oh, and of course English.” She said with a smile.
“Wow, that’s quite impressive” he said nodding.
Suddenly self conscience, she blushes and says, “I’m not trying to brag by any means, I was simply answering your question.”
He takes her hand, stops and turns towards her and tilts her head up by placing his index finger under her chin and as he leans in to kiss her he whispers, “I didn’t think you were darling.” Very unsure at first she slowly responds and then she reaches up placing her hand on the nape of his neck. The kisses start out as tender whispers, getting more and more fervent with each passing moment, finally their lips part and their tongues seemed to dance, warm, wet, and urgently. Suddenly she pulls away walking back towards the cabana. He just stands there confused for a moment and then with a few quick strides he catches up to her and asks, “What’s wrong? I didn’t mean to…” She interrupts, “I cannot do this, public affection is frowned upon here and any attention called upon myself would be embarrassing for my employer. It’s not you, Keiran, it’s definitely not you. It’s the place.”
They reach the cabana, entering and sitting down as before, he says, “Oh, that’s okay. I understand. I didn’t mean to put you in an awkward position. Would you like some more champagne?”
“Yes please.” She said relaxing again, “I’m sorry. You must think I’m being awfully silly.”
“No, really I understand. Let’s just chat and enjoy the view.”
“That sounds lovely, thank you.”
“You have the most gorgeous green eyes I have ever seen.”
Blushing she responds with “It’s far too dark for you to even see them but thank you.”
“There was plenty of light at the restaurant I know very well what your eyes look like.”
“Oh I’m sorry, I suppose you do know.” Then trying to shift the conversation she asks “Tell me about your family. Brothers, sisters?”
“I think that can wait for another time, don’t you?” as he leans over kissing her on her neck, cheek, and then her lips.
“I guess it can wait.” She says responding to his kisses.
He pulls her against him as he gets up on his knees, forcing her to follow. Holding her there, tightly against him, kissing, not wanting to ever let her go while she responds with every ounce of her being concentrating on the here and now. She gently runs her hands over his bare back and sides, down his arms and back again. Every muscle in his body is rippled with an urgent need to have her and she says, “I think we should go up to my place.” and he responds, “later, I’ve got to have you right here, right now.” she starts to pull away but he doesn’t allow her a chance to think things through as he continues kissing her and her body aching, arching into him, she manages, “you can’t possibly be thinking of here.” she says with a tinge of terror in her voice, “if we get caught this is punishable by a lengthy prison sentence not to mention it would embarrass…” she trails off as she notices that her sweater is off, he’s lifting her camisole while kissing her neck, her collarbone, her chest, and now her left breast. His mouth warm on her cool, soft body, his tongue playing with her nipple, she shudders and can’t remember what she’s saying. She finally gives into him completely letting him lead. He lays her back gently, never taking his mouth from her body, she tries to grab onto him but he keeps sliding further and further away while his hands, mouth and tongue inspects her body, searching for all of her pleasure points…down her torso, her bellybutton, her pubic area. Rubbing her thighs with his hands, raising her left leg above his shoulder and wrapping his arm around her so that his hand could still caress her torso then he slides his hand under her firm buttocks and lifts her to his warm mouth and tongue. She bites her lip to keep from screaming out in an excitement and pleasure that she has not felt in far too long. She arches up at the sensation of Keiran’s tongue playing with her clitoris, sucking ever so gently she thinks she is about to shake with an orgasm when he stops and starts his migration back up her body. When she’s able, she undoes his pants and helps him out of them, as she did so, his hardness dropped
