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SEARCHcopywrite Chapter 1 Give Faith a Chance
The wind rolled down the narrow street, as it tortured my body, with a chill. I wished I had taken my scarf. London has sudden changes in
climate. I was still a sunshine Floridian use to the comfort of constant warmth. The Sunday morning queue had two dozen people waiting to buy tickets at the tube stop. The right line was moving a little faster, so I made one of life's quick decisions. I switch lines.
She was stunning. Her evening dress, wrapped around her tiny waist, as it loosely flared around her hips. What had happen to this five foot two
inch blond haired lovely woman? Why was she traveling the subway in an evening ? Her sparkling blue eyes captured the images of impatience people as they unconscious waited. She was a
damsel in distress. Where was her wrap? My imagination was stimulated by her exceptional body curves. I took my coat off. Without making a sound,
I covered her exposed milky bare white skin shoulders, which had turned blue from the chilling wind.
" While we are waiting for tickets my jacket will take the chill away." This is a frosty day to be without a coat."
Falling half turned almost fainting into my arms, she looked up at me. A warm smile took over her disappointed original expression. Ironically the situation was, no one had offered her the warmth I
gave offered.
She whispered her gradituted, "Thank You"
Holding my tube map, I decided I wanted to get to know this lady.
"Where are you going?"
Still to chilled to speak she opened the subway booklet pointing to a station over the two circle stops north of my destination.
"You have an ink mark before my stop."
With a satisfied sexy smile, she looked deeply into my eyes.
"Wonderful, we are traveling together."
She playfully brushed her chilled, slightly blue face into my jacket, as if it were the finest Russian sable fur coat.
She appeared very pleased with her traveling companion.
day, and fate changes your situation. Life always presents a fork in the road you
have no control over. Life continues to be a mystery to me."
"Why are you so dressed for evening on a Sunday morning?
Smiling at my remarks she replied, "My friends abandoned me earlier this morning. I'm going home, to change for a show. There is an exhibit at the British museum that is fascinating."
We continued to talk. Our journey, took us from one tube station to the next.
She was tired, but apparently her chill had disappeared. "Lay your head on my shoulder and relax. If you go to sleep, I will wake you when we reach our stop."
Two wide-open crystal clear eyes again looked deeply inside of me. She cuddled, moved a little to the right, then to
the left, finding her comfort zone. I waited for her to talk.
"Ummmmm" was her reply
I had been dating mature women. The English lady carried herself with attitude and confidence. You
could not guess her age. She was a young absolutely beautiful woman. I took a guess hoping she could not hear my thoughts. Probably 23. I wasn’t going to fool myself; I was doing what any English gent would do, assist a lady in a difficult situation. It was exciting to offer a knights chivalry, from an age
long gone. She pressed her head into my shoulder.
"Ummmmm"
Surprised at her responses, I worried about the over exposure to the cold. I remembered the theatre tickets, and I wondered if she would enjoy
a Phantom of the Opera performance. She was so comfortable on my shoulder. I thought she would be fun to be with.
"Umm"
We were both a little warmer, and my mind sensed the curves of her body pressing against me.
"Ummmmm"
She looked up into my eyes and her mouth opened slightly as our lips softly touched. Gwenaver's payment for a good deed was her first kiss. Since I was Sir Lancelot a knight from King Arthur’s court, I accepted her passion graciously. She excited me as our lips pressed and kissed again. She turned her body into mine, this time our tongues wildly explored erotica. Our French kiss exploded into a sexy conversation. She made suggestive body movements, as we kissed again. To our surprise we
were approaching our destination with our bodies pressed against one another. Now standing off balance with one leg up and her tiny waist in my hands, her body weight was introduced to my aroused penis. She spoke in her British accent.
“UMMMM”
She was wonderful in my arms, as if nature had designed every curve just for me. She was a tailored suit from the Gods. We embraced again. We both pushed our bodies
together as hard as we could, trying to imagine what magic our bodies would deliver this glorious day. I hoped I had found a friend, and a lover. Sex, is more enjoyable that way. I wondered if our chance encounter, would give us both the faith to pursue a romancantic
relationship.
The train stopped. Quickly we exited, to get our bodies united again.
The platform embrace had me praying for a bed. I wanted to finish what we had started. It was still early; we still might get to see the museum exhibition. I said to myself, "only if we set an alarm clock." I wanted to satisfy her. I contemplated my first intention. All the sex we could possibly experience without passing out.
She spoke to me again, "Ummmmmmmm”
She had not spoken a word since she rested on my shoulder. Occasionally she purred her answers to questions I did not ask. "Umm." As our lips seperated she said, “You are my knight in shinning armor. My favorite song is, K Sara, Sara, What Will Be Will Be. My flat is just up the street. It’s cozy, and very warm for this chilly day. Kiss me some more.”
I filled her request.
End Chapter Two
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