CHAPTER 29

Apparently, she couldn't either. She pulled me from the table and pushed me down to the floor. Her fingers tore at my belt and then my jeans. Her Capri's were almost ripped from her body and her expensive silk thong actually was. I lay on the rug, motionless as I waited for her to fuck me. And fuck me she did, grinding her clit into my abdomen relentlessly. Her almost bare pussy and my neatly shaved cock and balls glistened with droplets of her nectar. Up and down, forward and back, side to side, and round and round she moved on me. No living man could resist those movements and—for the life of me—I couldn't think of a single reason why I would want to.

Using my thumb and forefinger I gripped her clit tightly and pulled and twisted. "OH, GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD," she screamed and I was glad that our nearest neighbor was more than 200 yards away. She came violently, her body shaking and twisting as she completely lost control. Only my hands tight on her hips kept her head from striking the heavy wooden table or one of the chairs. She was still shaking when my balls emptied into her vault. Slick white semen oozed slowly from her cunt as I pulled her down to my chest. My hands gently stroked her head and neck and back until she rose up and asked, "Do you think we should finish dinner?" I laughed and helped her up. We sat naked and dripping onto the seats for the next ten minutes while we ate our cold steak and baked potatoes. We cleaned up quickly, I took the trash to the curb, and we meet again in the shower, again taking the time to express our love for each other.

We were lying in bed—naked, as usual—when I decided it was time. "I think we should go shopping tomorrow right after work…maybe even before we finish so we can go into the city."

"What are you babbling about, John?"

"I'm talking about buying you a ring…a big and really expensive engagement ring. Will you marry me? You'll make me the happiest man on the planet."

Sara's response was to grip my head strongly and pull me into a long tongue-laden kiss. "Your answer is emphatically YES! I'll be the happiest woman on earth. We'll be a perfect pair. In fact, I feel that way right now."

"Good; let's take the day off. I don't have anything pressing tomorrow." Sara agreed. We kissed again and tried to sleep, but we were too excited. Instead, we kissed and stroked each other for an hour before I slipped into her and we made the sweetest most incredible love imaginable. We moved slowly, extending our time together as long as possible. Sara did cum twice before my cock dribbled semen into her. I wrapped my arms around my love, pulling her closely to me as we finally fell asleep.

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Of course, I had forgotten to phone my mom so that was the fourth thing I did the next morning right after telling Sara that I loved her, kissing her deeply, and phoning Cara to tell her I was taking the day off, but not telling her why. My phone call began like this: "Hi, Mom, would you like to come for dinner Saturday or Sunday?" She commented briefly on my cooking skills or lack thereof before inviting me instead. "Okay, Mom—would you mind if I brought someone with me?" I continued a minute or so later with a laugh. "No, Mom—it's definitely not Daisy. That train has left the station and it's never returning. I'd tell you more, but I have to run to catch a train into the city. Okay, see you Saturday afternoon around three. Bye, Mom…love you."

"There you go—you'll meet my folks around three Saturday afternoon…more than enough time to get over any nervousness."

"That's easy for you to say." I just laughed and pulled Sara from the bed and into the shower. By now we were completely familiar with each other's bodies, not that we had ever been shy with each other. We washed, rubbing soapy hands over chests and abdomens and over sex organs until we were squeaky clean. Only then did we exit and dry each other with loving tenderness. We dressed quickly so I could get a cab to Huntington Station. I knew that finding a place to park would be nearly impossible without a permit. Bottom line—taking a cab was easier and possibly cheaper than a parking ticket.

I bought round trip peak tickets leaving for Manhattan around 9:15 while Sara bought us two coffees at a shop next to the station. We were relaxing on a bench when Sara asked where we would go for her ring. "I could take you to Harry Winston or to Tiffany's, but we'll do a lot better in the Diamond District. I'll save a lot of money there so I'll be able to buy you some other things, too."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, Oh! But if I tell you there won't be any kind of surprise. What do you think—take a cab from Penn Station or walk? It'll be about fourteen blocks…the short way."

"The what? I don't know anything about Manhattan."

"Okay. Blocks running north and south are shorter, maybe a third of what they are running east and west. We have to go about fourteen blocks so do you want to walk or shall we take a cab?"

"It's a beautiful day. Why don't we walk? Maybe we should take the cab on the way back, you know, to be safe." I agreed even though her concerns were silly. Walking in Manhattan was probably as safe as walking in our backyard, maybe even safer.

We caught the train and an hour later we stepped out of Penn Station onto 8th Avenue and 33rd Street. I pointed to the right and off we walked. Neither of us had dressed up so it was sneakers on both of our feet—perfect for a leisurely stroll.

We held hands all the way up Eighth until I stopped us at 46th where we crossed the street, continuing west until we reached the doorway I wanted. "Do you know where you're going…where we're going?"

"Yes, if it's okay with you I'd like to use the same jeweler I used with Daisy. He told me the ring's appraisal would be at least twice what I paid and he was right. Trust is very important in this business." I pulled the door open and held it for Sara. I took her hand again and led her through what I knew from experience was a maze of vendors.

The Diamond District has several hundred vendors each with one or two showcases, a work area for making or fixing jewelry, and a huge safe probably weighing a ton or more. We had passed maybe thirty such showcases when I saw Sam and his daughter Nadia. Sam was a Russian Jew whose family had left Russia for the United States when the Bolsheviks ousted the Tsar in 1917. As bad as conditions had been under the Tsar his grandfather knew they'd be even worse under the communists. The family worked their way across Europe, relying on other jewelers and diamond merchants for food and shelter—even loans that enabled them to eventually reach New York and Ellis Island where they were granted refugee status.