Simon touched my shoulder to wake me about 6:50 am, then leaned over to kiss me. He whispered, “Thank you and good bye.”
I sighed and whispered back, “You made it very special, Simon. Thank you.”
He was headed to airport right after his meetings, so he left the keys and told me not to lock myself out. He checked to be sure he had his belongings. And he was gone at 6:55 am.
I marveled that he had wanted me. It gave me a huge boost in confidence!
If you missed the other parts of Simon’s story, click here
As I started to pull away, he kissed me quickly on the lips. Just a peck. And then another. And then he wrapped him arms around me and pressed us together side by side on the bed. The kissing went on and on… he finally let me get a breath and whispered in amazement, “Whoa… you are an amazing kisser!” I nodded and winked, “You are pretty hot stuff yourself.” He kissed me a bit more, then whispered in my ear, “I could do this all night.” I chuckled, thinking “Yeah, right… not likely.” I’ve only been with men who were in a big hurry to climax, especially the first time, so I was very confused by his lack of going on to other things.
[If you missed the first part of Simon’s story, click here.]
— Part 2 Simon’s Hotel Picnic
- Shrimp Cocktail and sauce
- Popcorn (for the movie he’d suggested we watch)
- Cape Cod Potato chips (for local flavor)
- Meats – Turkey, Ham and roast beef slices
- Cheeses – Swiss and Monterey Jack slices
- Pasta salad with peas, celery and tomatoes
- Taramousalata Greek cavier dip
- Fruit – sliced mango and strawberries
- Sweets – Chocolate covered potato chips and Lake Champlain chocolates
- Sparkling Apple Cider for a festive beverage
He said there was no way he could eat much of this. I said not to worry… I brought stuff from home and got an assortment because I had no clue what he’d like. He asked for the Whole Foods receipt and repaid me in cash. I felt odd having him pay, but it was much cheaper than a lobster dinner! I was so nervous, I forgot to take a photo of the food!
For a special Valentine’s week treat, I will tell you the story of Simon, my Valentine for 2012.
We made plans slowly, focusing on little details day-by-day. It turned out that his flight would get in late… dinner out was going to be tough. So I volunteered to bring a picnic to his hotel room. I know, I am an idiot, saying I’d go to the room of a strange man. But I had been talking to him for 2 months, and I checked with my friend, who said he is a shy, nice guy. We were very clear that it would be fun to talk and if more developed, fine. And if not, fine. We joked about how it might be the only way either of us would get a hug on Valentine’s Day. I had no expectation that he would want more.
I whispered, “I love you,” and he hugged me tightly but didn’t say anything. So I still have never heard him say it, even though he types it now and then online. Ah, well.
I thanked him for a lovely visit, said I hope I wasn’t too much of a bother and he said “No bother at all. It was great to have you here. And I’ll be back, you can be sure. We’ll go try out those great places you found.” He kissed me once more and was gone.
I explained, “You forget that I don’t get to do any of this when you’re gone, so it makes me very sad when you leave,” touching his arms, and he sighed. “But I am so happy I got to, for a little while…” He turned me around, wiped the tears off my cheeks, gave me a deep kiss and walked away. I walked over to the window and stood staring at the countryside for awhile.
The lesson here is that two nights are enough. Will try to remember that. That’s about as long as I can pull focus away from his work. But I have to leave space to do things like going to Bristol, use the time away from home to do fun things on my own.
Wednesday, September 14
8:35 pm You find good cheap food, girl! Heading back. See you soon.