After a long, strong marriage, Jeff was finally going to fulfill a lifelong dream. He waited patiently in the busy Airport depot waiting to board a planing machine to London. He had always been a history buff, and when he had researched his ancestry, he had traced his category linage to Scotland. It had always been his dream to go his motherland to trace the footsteps of his sire.


He had wanted to cause it a household stumble, but his category never found it a priority. His now ex-wife never found anything about him a priority. At first, as most, their wedding was skillful, but as fourth dimension went by, they became more like business sector collaborator that husband and wife. When their finis shaver left for college, both decided to go their break mode.


That was three years ago. It had taken him that long to relieve the money up so he could take a calendar month long holiday to chaffer his homeland. Now that it was finally happening, he was so excited and skittish.


The loudspeaker system announced it was time to board his aeroplane. He turned off his mobile phone telephone set and slipped it into his carry-on bag, stood and walked down the ramp. A friendly flight attendant directed him to his prat. He walked down the narrow aisle and sat down.


He enjoyed to people watch. He sat in his gangway buns and observed the other passenger. The number one rider were a Loretta Young menage. The way they were clinging to each other, he assumed they were newlywed. The look in the young woman's eyes was a look of passionateness and love life. He remembered seeing that look before.


The youth couple walked passed him. He smiled as they passed. The adjacent passenger was a family. A mom, dad and two kid made their way down the aisle. The dad was busy trying to find their seats while mom was trying to sooth the uncertain heart of the nestling. He remembered the family vacation to New York and how his youngster had been spooky about flying. The family sat two seats up from him. Mom and one kid on one side and Dad and the other on the early side.


Many former passenger filed onto the planer. Some were old, some were Edward Young. Jeff smiled at everyone that passed by him. An senior lady stopped at his seat and looked at the ass recording label above him."I have the window seat,"she politely said. Jeff rose to his substructure and allowed her to sit before he returned to his seat.


Within the next half hour, the carpenter's plane was full and taxiing down the runway. Jeff laid his head back and closed his eyes. He had not problem flying, but it was the first time he had flown over the ocean. He was a bit uneasy, and hoped to be able to sleep most, if not all of the flying. However, his posterior pardner had other architectural plan.


"No doughnut I see."The elderly peeress started."Either you are 1 or you want citizenry to believe you are."


He lifted his school principal and smiled."Yes ma'am I am single. Divorced actually for a lilliputian over two years."


The lady, Sylvia, smiled and looked out of the window."I am single too, recently single. My husband of fifty-two old age passed away about a month ago."Jeff saw tears begin to establish in her optic."I am going to his place of origin, outside of London, to spread his ash tree over a little pond that he loved when he was a small lad."She pulled a tissue from the side sack of her purse and wiped her centre.


For the succeeding few hours, Jeff and Sylvia talked. They talked about their kids, their life, and pretty a great deal anything that they could think of. Jeff listened as she talked about her late husband. She told him how much in love they were, and how they had never let their passion die. Jeff was so envious of them. What they had was what he had always wanted.


The plane landed and people began to exit. Jeff stood in the aisle and allowed Sylvia to take the air in front of him. He accompanied her to the baggage pole and helped her get her old bag and helped her to the car that was waiting on her. She thanked him for helping her. When she sat in the back prat of the car, she looked up at him and smiled."Jeff, you are a practiced boy. You will notice love again, when you least ask it."


He smiled and thanked her, then closed the doorway and she was off. He took his bags, and walked caught a cab to his elbow room he had rented for the month. Once he was settled he went to get something to eat, then returned to his room to project out his for the first time good day in a new country.


Sleep did not derive very quick. He had never been one to log Z's well in a strange place. He sat up in the bed and looked at his watch. He got up and slipped his apparel back on and went out. He had chosen to persist in a modest village outside of London mainly because it was tatty and restrained than being right in the middle of the city. He was n't sure as shooting if there was a bar near by, but he needed a crapulence to unlax him.


He walked a few blocks and found a quaint little pub and went inside. He sat at a mesa and ordered. While he waited for his drinkable he scanned the structure of the pub. The stone walls and his inquiry of the area suggested that the pub had been build in the later 1800's. The environment was friendly and welcoming.


The hostess sat his Bourbon on the mesa and smiled. As she walked away his inspection of the pub continued. In the back there was a pool table. The sound of a cleaning woman laughing caught his tending. He adjusted his tooshie to see better.


There was several, untried people standing around the pool table. He quickly found the one for which the laugh had come. She had his attention, and did n't even jazz it. Jeff looked at her and tried not to ca-ca it conspicuous. She was beautiful in his oculus. Long blond hair with the dismal oculus he had ever seen, but her most key characteristic were her superlative, and long legs.

The new noblewoman was close to six human foot tall, with the four inch dog she was wearing. Her legs looked like they went on forever. He looked away, before returning his regard upon her jean covered legs. She wore a longsighted tee shirt that covered her hindquarters and was very modest. Then his eyes moved to her beautiful expression.


Again he heard her laugh. It was a contractable laughter. He found himself quietly chuckling, not knowing why. He looked back at her and their eyes met. He smiled at her and she returned the smile. Feeling he had been caught staring, and not wanting to be tagged a stalker on his inaugural nighttime there, he downed his drink and paid his tab.


He looked back at the Whitney Young Lady as he opened the door to leave. She was talking with her friends, but he saw her blue eyes shift to his and she smiled. He smiled back and left. The drink had done its job. He was relaxed.


The future day, Jeff was well rested and cook to start his adventure. He caught a drive back to Jack London. He visited all the pop situation. He visited Big Ben, Buckingham Palace and ate lunch in a small café. After lunch he visited a couple museums and shops. Late in the afternoon he caught a ride back to his room.


He had enjoyed his day, but he could not shake the intellection of the young lady he had saw in the pub. Her grin had be hypnotizing, and every time he closed his eyes he could see her blue eyes looking at him. It had been a prospicient time since a woman had affected him like that, and he liked the feeling.


Once back at his room, he showered and dressed. He went back to the pub hoping that he would see her again. He sat their a couple of minute, and she never showed. He repeated this for the succeeding four days. He would tour the country in the day sentence, researching his family, and at night he would return to the pub.


When the fifth day rolled around, he left and visited Scotland. When he arrived back at his room it was late. He had mixed emotions about going back to the pub. He had gotten friendly with the bartender and the hostess. At that point they were his only friends there. So he showered and headed down.


He walked into the pub and sat on the pot at the bar where he had sat the premature few days. The bartender fixed his drink as they talked about his day and his determination. He was engaged telling the bartender the entropy he had discovered when he heard the familiar gag. He quickly turned around on the stool.


There she was. The Young, nameless woman who had been in every one of his intellection. There eyeball met, and she smiled at him. He returned the smile. He turned to the bartender."Do you know that untested lady ?"He asked quietly.


"Ahh yes, that would be Lisa, she lives nearby. She is a truelove, she is."He replied in a deep English people speech pattern.


Jeff turned back to look at her, but she was gone. He turned back to his potable and took the close swallow. He sat the shabu back onto the bar and starts to abide. When he does, he feels the presence of person near him. He turned.


In all her glory, there stood the object of his thoughts. He immediately became uneasy. His palms became sweaty and a ball formed in his throat. She was even more beautiful up close. He looked at her and smiled. She smiled back.


"You must be new here,"she said in the sweetest articulation.


"Y-Yes I am,"he replied with trembling representative.


"I am Lisa."


‘ Hi Lisa, I am Jeff."He extends his hand for her to shake.


"An American ? We do n't get many American language around here."She touched his handwriting to shake.


Jeff's hand held hers as they shook. Her deal were so sonant, she smelled so good. He offered her a bum beside him and she accepted. He reordered a drink and bought her a glass of wine-colored. They talked for hr until the barkeep said it was time to close. Jeff walked Lisa out. He had forgotten how magniloquent she was until she bowed her oral sex and kissed his cheek.


She gave him her routine. She wanted to take him on a hitch to post that were off the beaten path. He offered to walk her household, but she insisted that she would be OK. He stood there as she walked away. He smiled as he walked back to his room.


The next morning, he did n't finger like touring, so he pulled out his laptop. Even though he was officially on vacation, he logged into his email and began to put out fires before they grew any bigger.


When the java was make, he poured him a cup and picked up his phone. It was still betimes, so he took out Lisa's bit and programed it into his phone. Then he sent her a right morning time textbook. Immediately after he hit send, he hoped she remembered him.


His Hope were soon reassured when he received a reply. He went back to study, and texted her throughout the day. He asked her if she would like to have dinner with him, and she agreed. She chose a nice space in townspeople and they decided to come across later.


After sending some e-mail and having a television call with his help, Jeff showered and prepared to assemble Lisa for dinner. The night before, he had found out that she owned her own business and worked from plate. After today, he could see how inviting it would be to make in the consolation of dwelling.


Jeff was never one to be late, so he arrived at the eating house almost a half hour early. He sat on a bench outside and waited for Lisa to come. It had been almost twenty days since he had been on a escort, but could this really be considered a date, he thought. Lisa was a bright and beautiful unseasoned woman. She was probably just being nice, he sighed as he thought.


She did n't hold on him waiting long. She arrived about ten minutes after he had. He stood as she approached. She leaned in and kissed his boldness again. They talked for a few min and went inside.


The intellectual nourishment was keen, but the companionship was even better. The two talked like they had known each other for long time. Jeff had never laughed so often. Lisa had a great signified of humor and made jokes about the thing happening around them. As dessert was served, Lisa placed her paw on the mesa, and Jeff took a chance, and laid his on top of hers.


He waited for her to twitch it away, but she did n't. She just smiled at him. They continued to talk, even after the waiter brought the bill. They talked about work, fellowship and aliveness in general. Jeff felt a connection that was strong, and only hoped Lisa felt it too.


Over the next couple of weeks, Lisa and Jeff spent a lot of time together. On the weekends she took him to places that interested her. During the week, they would text all day, then meet either at the pub or another place to eat dinner or just talking. Jeff had come accustomed to her being around.


Their relationship had flowered into a beautiful friendship. They held hands wherever they went. He had met her kinsfolk and her dogs. They had even kissed a few sentence, but only warm peep on the cheek or rim. He loved how we lips tasted.


The day came to mark his vacation one-half over. Lisa had invited him to her home for an early dinner and a movie. He arrived with a bottle of wine-colored. He was greeted by her and her dogs. He kissed her cheek, and she led him to the kitchen.


They laughed and talked while she cooked. Before long he was helping her. He moved from the stove around her to the sink. His body brushed against hers and they both froze for a moment. Jeff felt bolt of electricity shoot through his body.


He continued toward the cesspool. He placed the pan on a pad and turned towards her. She turned to look at him. Her blue eyes sparkled. He stepped closer and took her hand. She smiled.


Jeff's affectionateness was beating out of his dresser as their eubstance touched again. His arms slipped around her waist. Hers went around his neck. There lips touched. Their kiss lasted longer than any of the other one. He pulled her consistence closer as their kiss grew more passionate.


His hands moved under the outsized sweatshirt she was wearing and his hands touched her fond pelt. She moaned in their kiss. His hands moved up her back. He was pleasantly surprised that he did n't find shoulder strap to her bra.


He turned and pressed her against the counter and reached over and turned off the stove. His handwriting moved from her spinal column to her house breasts. He cupped them in his hands and gently squeezed them. He felt her hands drop to his waist, and they broke their kiss just long enough to remove his shirt.


He took her hand and led her to the sofa. She stopped him and shook her psyche, and pulled him toward a part of the house that he had not been, her chamber. Once inside, their kiss grew more passionate. He pushed her to the bed.


Their kiss broke as her sweatshirt slipped over her head. As she laid down he slowly pulled her leg covering over her hip and down her hanker legs. He gazed upon her naked, sexy consistence as he hurriedly unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them to the floor.


She teased him by moving away from him, once he crawled onto the bed. She moved up higher on the bed, but she was moving exactly where he wanted her to be. He kissed her stomach, and was rewarded with a easy moan.


He kissed lower, and her stage opened with anticipation. He continued kissing until he reached his destination. He kissed her pouty mouth. His natural language grazed her button. He then sunk his knife deep into her velvety love canal.


He loved how her long branch wrapped around his cover and how her heels wardrobe into him, pushing him closer. She tasted even better than he had thought and she smelled heavenly. He cupped her bottom with his helping hand as he feasted on her most intimate body parts.


He licked, sucked and nibbled her through respective orgasms before she took his implements of war and pulled him up. He smiled as he looked at her flushed human face, and twinkling eyes. He moved up her soundbox slowly, kissing it as he moved.


When his kisses reached her lips they kissed again. He felt her delicate hand position him. She pushed against his bottom as her coxa maneuvered with him. He slipped into her, and they both gasped with pleasure. He slowly pushed until he was completely in her.


They kissed as their bodies danced the most intimate dancing. Their passion coming to life in their love making. Her peg wrapped around his stern and his hands held her tight. Wave after wafture of pleasure washed over them both.


Their movements suit more passionate as their pleasures heighten. The bed moved under them. The head board tapped the paries like a drum. Jeff rose on his weaponry and look on Lisa as her pleasance climaxed. She gripped her muscles around him. Inside her, he could not hold back any thirster.


He looked down at her, and she nodded her approval. He thrust inside her and released his seminal fluid into her. The mavin pushed her over the edge again and the held each other close. When their undulation of pleasure subsided, he went wilted beside her.


She brushed his face and smiled. He smiled back at her and they drifted off into a relaxing sopor. Jeff woke up several times during the nighttime just to make water surely it was n't a dream. Each clock time he woke, Lisa was still in his arms.


The next morning, Jeff woke with Lisa straddling him. She lowered herself onto him as her caressed her breasts. Her hip joint rose and lowered as her muscle gripped him. He rose to buss her, but she smiled and backed away.


He let his hands drift down her body, over her breasts. He continued to lower his deal. He strummed on her clitoris as she moved her hips taking him rich. She tossed her head back and moaned as her orgasm washed over her consistence.


She continued to ride him until she felt him swell inside her. His respiration became swag and his groan grew louder. She sunk down just inside to feel him release inside her.


As their breathing returned to normal. She kissed him,"I am hungry,"she said with a smile.


She slipped off of him and off of the bed. She walked toward the kitchen. He turned and watched her defenseless body, he knew he had found what he had been looking for all his life. He also knew he was home .