The Gold Rush Days of Guinevere Goldie Jones III

THE GOLD RUSH DAYS OF GUINEVERE “GOLDIE” JONES PART III

The atmosphere at the villa just outside Nice was bittersweet. Goldie clung to the memories of her recently departed husband partly due to undeserved remorse and partly because she wanted to hold on to the most cherished part of her life.

She had the groundskeeper install a perfectly smooth putting surface so that she might keep up her short game. She had always believed her short game was the key to her meteoric rise in the professional ranks. Goldie did not know if she would ever return to the circuit. It all seemed so far away now.

The downstairs maid disturbed her concentration on a difficult 20 foot putt by announcing,

“Madame, a telephone call for you. Paris, I believe.”

Goldie brushed back the loose hair over her ear and took the receiver from the maid’s outstretched hand. Who could it possibly be? She didn’t think anyone had her number except the solicitor and her mother.

“Hello, who is calling please?”

“Cherie, it is Alain. We met at the Gold Rush tournament. I saw in the newspapers you have taken up residence in Nice and I wanted to invite you to a party I am holding on my yacht tomorrow night. We will be in the harbor at Nice for the entire weekend.”

Goldie remembered the distinguished gentleman from the competition in El Dorado Hills and she blushed as she recalled the close dance that so excited her that she had rushed to her husband’s side to instigate sex in the secrecy of their bedroom suite. She knew Alain was not aware of her secret marriage to Simon and was not aware of her sense of loss.

Goldie paused for a split second before answering,

“I would love to go, Alain. I have been a bit of a recluse ever since I arrived here in this beautiful city. A party is just what I need to cheer me up.”

She absentmindedly rubbed her finger in the little circle of liquid left on the glass tabletop in front of her. She was nodding her head in agreement even though the Givinchy co-owner could not possibly see her at the other end of the line.

“Yes, Alain, I did enjoy our dance.”

“No, Alain, I was not angry at you.”

“Yes, I love lobster. It is my very favorite of all. I plan to make a pig of myself.”

“No, not at all, Alain, I don’t think 56 is too old for thinking of a relationship.”

“I don’t care that your daughter is the same age as me. How do you know how old I am anyway?”

The last was said in a mock falsetto accompanied by some very unladylike giggles.

Goldie wore the Oscar De La Renta number Simon bought for her on a shopping expedition to Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. It was the same gown she had worn when she first met Alain at the opening dinner just before the first round of play of the Gold Rush Open only 8 short months ago.

She carefully choose her sexiest undies with a rueful smile on her face. Eight months was a long time to go without the solace of loving arms wrapped around her vibrant and demanding flesh. Her bath was both long and relaxing. She could feel the tension of sadness and sudden loss drain from her body like a shroud being lifted to let the sun shine inside.

The servants were pleased to see their Mistress finally going out for some fun. They were concerned her reserved air would result in long-lasting depression and cast a pallor over the bubbling atmosphere of the French Riviera. She looked so beautiful and her classic beauty needed no artificial support system to reflect her youth and sparkle.

The yacht was tied up to the long casino pier easily accessible to the dinner guests. She was glad it was not anchored in the harbor. She was not certain how her heels would manage getting in and out of the launch necessary for an offshore boarding.

Goldie thought she might have been a little overdressed for the party but was relieved to see she fit in perfectly with the elegantly attired dinner guests. Even the crew was in formal dress adding a sense of a “beautiful people” happening.

Alain was at the Captain’s table with his daughter, Misty. Misty was accompanied by her University tutor, a geeky-looking young man called simply, Tony. The Captain was a retired Naval Officer happy to assume command of the multi-million pound luxury vessel. The table was rounded out by an attractive deeply-tanned older woman with obvious designs on the yacht’s owner. She was introduced to Goldie as the Countess Renault. She smiled at Goldie with a patently false Cheshire cat grimace that sent shivers up Goldie’s back.

Captain Otto stood up and tapped his wine glass.

“May I welcome you all to the “Lady of Spain” Welcome to all the special guests of Mr. Alain Dupree and the Dupree Enterprises International. All of the staterooms on the starboard side are open for relaxation and bathroom facilities. The port side staterooms are reserved for family members and special guests.”

Other than a quick wave of the hand and a warm smile, Goldie had not been able to talk to Alain. He was besieged by old friends greedy for his ear and his attention. His daughter Misty ventured a tenuous conversation with Goldie, but she was on uncertain grounds for her father had not given her any details at all about his unannounced guest. Goldie could tell the girl was “testing the waters” with her to discover if she had any type of hold over her reclusive father.

Before the main course was served, Alain beckoned to Goldie to follow him to the wheelhouse to see the extensive radar system the ship used to sail into deep waters. She found it all very interesting as the largest ship she had ever been on were the little canal boats that plied their trade not far from her country home. When they moved to the chart room, Alain showed her the myriad charts used to navigate around the world. The quarters were close, causing Goldie to press up against Alain momentarily as she turned to leave. The distinguished older man caught her elbow and pulled her in tight against his body. He tilted her head up and kissed her lips with his mouth tenderly applying enough pressure to make her open her mouth for his exploring tongue. Goldie started to breathe rapidly almost panting with pent-up sexual repression.

This man was able to play her body like a violin. She wanted to make the finest of music for him. She wanted to offer him the deepest secrets of her female core. Goldie desperately hoped he would not think her to be a bad girl lacking in morals but she could not help her heartfelt hunger for his touch.

She could feel his hands slide under her gown and cup the delicate cheeks of her bottom. Thank God she had worn her best undies. She felt the wetness inside her deprived slit and wished they were safely in a secluded room away from prying eyes.

“You are so good to me, Mon petite; you give me a taste of paradise itself. You make me want to keep you and hold you in my arms forever.”

“Alain, I must tell you right up front, I am not a virgin. I was married to a wonderful man for almost 3 years and his accidental death filled me with despair. You make me feel alive once again.”

The muscular mature man wrapped his arms around Goldie and she felt so safe and protected that she never wanted to leave his side. They both heard the Captain clearing his throat discreetly at the same time.

“Getting ready to serve the lobster, sir, unless you want me to tell the galley to delay things a bit longer.”

Both Alain and Goldie laughed and the yacht’s owner declared,

“We have waited long enough, I think, Captain Otto. Time to chow down and get those lobsters in our bellies.”

The other guests were well aware that when Goldie and Alain returned, they were holding hands. Several knowing looks were exchanged and there was a distinct glimmer of displeasure on the face of the Countess.

Alain’s daughter was somewhat tense and a noticeably nervous. Her father had not looked at another woman, at least to her knowledge, for the many years since her loving mother had passed away.

The very next day, Goldie was in her bedroom suite assisted by her bedroom maid in packing 2 rather large bags for a “Sea Cruise” with Alain on the “Lady of Spain”. They were chattering excitedly with the maid telling Goldie all the best Islands to visit and where the best restaurants and beaches were located. Her new male friend was to pick her up promptly at noon. Right on cue, she saw his sedan pull up outside right on the dot of twelve. Even up to the last minute, she was expecting it all to end with an apology for a rash mistake or some other excuse to break his promise.

Alain bounded up the stairs like a much younger man and before he grabbed the two valises, he handed Goldie a small box. She would never forget his words,

“This was my grandmother’s ring. I want you to wear it forever as my future wife, Mrs. Alain Dupree.”

There was no need for this beautiful man to ever ask her a question about her desire to be joined to him in marriage. He could tell just by looking into her guileless eyes and by the way they fit together like the inner workings of a finely crafted timepiece to know that answer.

Goldie knew she was in for an entirely new chapter in her life when both Alain and Misty both put their arms around her as they sailed out of the safety of the harbor at Nice. She looked into the reddened sky of the setting sun and silently whispered a final “Goodbye” to Simon.