Eight agonizing months had passed since she had left for London. Since that day, every time I heard the roar of a jet engine, I recited the flight details to myself.
“Departing - 8:55am. - Toronto (YYZ) - arriving 9:00pm. London (LHR) - 7hr 05mn - Nonstop.”
She had been offered an incredible career opportunity at TBWA London. When had she told me of the offer, she did so with tears in her eyes. She said she couldn’t imagine her life without me in it. I told her she had to accept the position. It was a once in a life time opportunity. And I had no doubt she would be brilliant at it. At twenty six years of age, she was the youngest person to be offered a Senior Vice President position at her new firm. I am proud of her. I miss her madly.
Beth had been my sub for over two years.
I had driven her to the airport and watched the plane she was on as it disappeared into the clouds. I had stared at the sky through dampened eyes, long after the plane was no longer visible and the vapor trails had faded to nothingness.
Joy had been replaced by aching in my heart.
The walk from the departure gate to my car was surreal. It was as if time had stopped for everyone but me. I floated past, stationary, faceless shapes and colors. I heard nothing, not even my own footsteps. I got in my car and started it. The dashboard lit up and the stereo came to life.
Robbie Robertson greeted me with a somber chorus of, “Out of this world. Out of this mind. Out of this love, for you.”
His voice and lyrics sent a cold shiver through me. I wiped my eyes dry and drove home.
Every day, for almost two months, Beth would call me and we would talk for hours. She would tell me that she was sad, scared and unsure of what she had agreed to take on. I would always assure her that she had made the right decision and that she is brilliant. She would always end our conversations by telling me not to be sad. I would always reply that I would stop being sad when she was happy again.
One day it happened, almost three months had passed. I heard it in her voice. I could picture her smiling as she told me that she was happy. She had settled in and had made a lot of new friends. She had decided she was ready to do her absolute best and blow everyone away. I told her I never doubted her potential and that I was no longer sad.
Our conversations became less frequent over time. Our jobs kept us both incredibly busy. I had noticed that all my clothes had become tight on me. I was stressed and working too many hours every day. I was not eating properly and drinking far more than my share of scotch on the weekends. I decided to start working out again and begin a healthier eating plan.
I had booked the entire month of August off for my vacation. That would give me twelve weeks to lose the weight I had gained. All I needed to decide was a destination.
Every Sunday afternoon I listen to the Psychedelic Psunday radio show, on Q107 FM. From noon to six pm, they broadcast songs from 1965-1975 only. One Sunday afternoon I turned on the radio and heard Robert Plant declare, “Made up my mind to make a new start. Going to California with an aching in my heart.”
I decided then and there that if California was good enough for Robert Plant and his aching heart, it was good enough for me. I booked my flight and accommodations for San Francisco online right away. I also rented a vehicle for the month.
I had always wanted to cruise down Taylor Street in a Mustang. Taylor Street is where Steve McQueen had roared down, in greatest car chase scene in the history of film.
I arrived in San Francisco early Sunday morning, picked up my vehicle and drove to the private apartment I had rented. My travel clothes of shorts, running shoes and a t-shirt were perfect for the day’s activities. I grabbed a towel, purchased two bottles of water and headed to Golden Gate Park.
There were a lot of people in the park, enjoying the warm summer morning. I laid down on the grass and closed my eyes. Minutes later, a warm wet feeling on my right ear brought me out of my slumber. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at what had awoken me. A bundle of brown fur and two big black eyes stared back at me. It was a puppy, an incredibly cute puppy.
In the distance I heard a woman’s voice calling, “Lady, come here!”
I lifted my head and looked in the direction the voice was coming from. The puppy placed its front paws on my chest and began licking my face, as its short tail wagged back and forth quickly. I watched as a shapely redhead walked towards me.
She was wearing a loose light blue hoodie over a white t-shirt, a 49ers cap, baggy track pants and white joggers. She wasn’t wearing any makeup. I guessed she was in her mid-forties. Her large breasts were accentuated by the light blue hoodie and white t-shirt. The zipper of the hoodie was pulled up just below her breasts. The white t-shirt strained against her full breasts. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra, by the way her breasts moved freely under the t-shirt.
She obviously took pride in looking after herself. She was a very fit and sexy looking lady.
“Lady, get down. Leave the man alone,” she called out. She turned her big green eyes to me and said, “I am so sorry she disturbed you. She has never strayed this far away from me off leash.”
I sat up, petted the puppy and replied, “No worries. She is adorable,” and asked her, “what breed is Lady?”
The redheaded beauty smiled and answered, “She’s a cockapoo, part cocker spaniel and part poodle. I am taking care of her while my daughter and her family is on vacation.”
I looked down at Lady and said, “I am pleased to meet you, Lady. My name is Gil.”
“Lady, come,” the redheaded woman called.
Lady jumped on my lap and sat down.
“Lady, what’s gotten into you?” the woman laughed.
I gently placed Lady in my arms, stood up and handed her to the woman.
Before she took the puppy from me she brushed a strand of loose hair off her cheek and pulled it back behind her ear. She had suddenly become self-conscience of her appearance.
“Oh my, you are a big boy. You looked a lot less intimidating on your back,” she thought out loud.
I smiled, gazed into her eyes and waited for her reaction to her comment.
“I am so sorry!” she blurted out as her cheeks and nose turned instantly red. “I meant to say that I didn’t think you were so tall and big.”
I kept smiling at her and gazing into her green eyes.
“I am not going to talk anymore,” she stuttered.
“I like the sound of your voice, that would be a shame,” I grinned.
“Thank you for being so nice to Lady. I want to apologize for disturbing you, Gil,” she replied.
She deliberately avoided acknowledging my compliment. She wasn’t interested in talking to me anymore, I concluded.
“No apology necessary,” I assured her. “Thank you for allowing me to play with her. Have a nice day,” I replied in a neutral and polite tone.
Not wanting to make her more uncomfortable, I turned and walked away.
The next day I decided to go back to Golden Gate Park and explore. I wanted to visit the Japanese Tea Garden. It was Monday. The sexy redheaded woman would probably be at work, so there would be little chance of running into her again. Too bad, I thought to myself.
I walked past the same spot I had been the day before. I found myself scanning the park for a redhead and a bundle of brown fur. I laughed to myself when I realized what I had done. It’s Monday, I reminded myself.
As I walked towards my destination I heard a dog bark. I turned around to see if it was Lady. I smiled when I saw her trying to pull away from her leash and run to me. The redheaded woman threw her free arm up in the air as if to say, I give up, and let go of the leash. Lady bolted towards me. I kneeled and greeted her as she yelped and wagged her stubby tail. I petted her and rubbed her back as she licked my hand.
“Hello again, Gil,” the redheaded woman greeted me.
“Hello,” I smiled.
She was dressed very differently than the previous day. She wore a white strapless summer dress, with a green and pink flower pattern on it. The hem of the dress fell just above her knee. The white joggers were replaced by white sandals. The dress hugged her slim waist and hips. It flared over her tanned thighs. I couldn’t stop staring at her exposed tanned chest.
“Day off from work?” she asked with a smile.
I chuckled and replied, “I’m on a long and overdue vacation,” and asked her, “And you?”
“I have every summer off. I’m a school teacher,” she answered. Then she asked me, “Is this your first time in San Fran?”
“Yes, first time visiting here. I arrived yesterday. So far I love it. If the greeting I got from Lady is an indication of things to come, this could turn out to be the best vacation ever,” I answered as I rubbed Lady behind her ear.
She laughed and replied, “I don’t think I should let you near her anymore. You are a very bad influence. She refuses to listen when you’re around.” After a moment she asked me, “We are not keeping you from any plans you might have?”
I smiled at her, “I am on my way to the Japanese Tea Garden. Would you like to join me…?” I paused and hoped that she introduce herself.
“Oh, forgive me, where are my manners. My name is Florence. Pleased to finally meet you, Gil. I was beginning to think that you only put up with me so you could be near Lady,” she chuckled as she extended her hand to me.
I took her hand and I replied, “Pleased to finally meet you also, Florence.”
We looked at each other in silence, still holding hands. Her skin was soft and her hand was delicate. I felt my cock swell and the familiar throb of an erection coming on. I pictured Florence naked and screaming as I held her wrapped in my arms and pinned to the floor as I fucked her hard.
I continued, “As I was saying, would you like to join me, Florence?”
Florence pouted and replied, “Lady has an appointment at the groomers today.” She paused and scanned my face for a reaction.
I smiled and waited a few seconds before I replied, “I really don’t like tea. I prefer coffee. If you don’t think it too forward of me, is there a place close to the groomer’s, that we might have coffee or perhaps lunch together?”
Florence thought about the offer, smiled and answered, “No, yes and yes.”
“What time is Lady’s appointment?”
“Whenever we get there, the groomer is a close friend of mine.” She lowered her eyes to my hand that was still gripping hers and jokingly asked, “I assume you want your hand back now?”
She motioned me to follow her. I watched her hips and firm ass sway and slightly jiggle as she walked ahead of me. Images of her on her hands and knees flooded my mind. I imagined grabbing her hips and sliding my cock slowly inside her. Wrapping her long red hair in my hand and pulling her head back as I fucked her from behind.
It took twenty five minutes to walk to the groomers and another five minutes to get to the restaurant.
We were seated on the patio and told that our waitress would be right with us.
Florence looked at me and said, “Thank you for yesterday, Gil.”
“What exactly are you thanking me for?” I asked her.
“For leaving when you did. I could tell that you noticed I became uncomfortable and you were sweet about it,” she explained.
“Hmmmmm…I don’t know how to feel about that, Florence. We had just met and you couldn’t wait till I left you alone,” I light heartedly replied.
Florence laughed and replied, “You are a funny man. Truth is, oh I can’t believe I’m telling you this. I had fallen asleep on the couch while reading my book the night before. Lady woke me up and wanted to go for her morning walk. I splashed some water on my face, put on a cap and left my house. I must have looked hideous.”
I smiled and said, “I can assure you that many adjectives popped into my mind and hideous was not one of them.”
Her smile broadened and she asked, “How long are you staying in San Fran, Gil?”
“All of August. It’s been many years since I went away on vacation. I think I’ve forgotten how to relax and enjoy myself,” I replied.
The waitress came to our table, introduced herself and asked if we were ready to order. We both ordered the daily special. She took our menus and informed us that our order would be out shortly.
We continued to talk, ask and answer questions about each other. She told me she had married young, her husband left her shortly after their daughter was born. She had gone back to school and became a teacher. She said it was the most difficult time of her life. She had been determined to stand on her own two feet and is proud that she achieved her goal.
She also told me that she had been in a few long term relationships since, and they all ended for the same reason. The few men she had dated were more interested in being mothered, than treating her like a woman with wants and needs.
I told her about Beth, my divorce and my two kids.
“I’m curious, how did you decide on San Fran for your vacation?” Florence asked me as she sipped her coffee.
I grinned and replied, “Robert Plant.”
Her eyes widened, “You know Robert Plant?”
I confessed that I didn’t know Robert Plant, and explained how I decided on San Francisco.
“What if, Back In The USSR, happened to be playing on the radio instead?”
My grin widened, “I’d be in Moscow right now.”
Florence put her coffee cup down and leaned towards me, “Don’t take this the wrong way, Gil.”
I chuckled and replied, “I will try not to.”
“You scared the shit out of me, when you stood up yesterday.