Geoff's Love
By Suzie Samuels


What had been a large eight-hour candle only a week ago sputtered crackling in its
death throes. Misty and Geoff had picked out that candle and several others the last
time he was home matching the colors perfectly to their bathroom's deep green and
pretty pink décor. It was a passion for both them that everything in their home had to
be perfect maybe not the latest in decorating trends but the colors and styles they
loved. If it didn't fit their décor plan for the room, it was left in the store no
matter how much they liked it. Fortunately they shared very similar tastes in just
about everything, but when the buck had to stop it always stopped at Geoff. He had the
final word in everything. 

The candle's sputtering was sufficient to rouse Misty out of her reverie, looking
around the dark room she realized the summer evening's deepening dusk had turned into a
truly dark, starless night.  The clouds had rolled in right on schedule. Out of the
corner of her eye she picked up the flash of lightening in the distance through the
open bedroom door it. A visible shiver ran through Misty at the realization of how
close she was to being caught in the bathtub by a fast moving thunderstorm, fear raced
through her veins. Misty's fear of thunderstorms was a telling remnant of her troubled
childhood. It was anything but rational the source unknown yet still haunting,
something that time and professional help had been unable to identify let alone
dissipate. Just as the accompanying thunder reached her rumbling ever closer an
unnatural sense of foreboding rolled quivering up her back.

Her sense of well being created by the long soak was momentarily lost as she quickly
moved to turn off the tub's jets. She shook off the unease scolding herself for being
such a big baby; maybe it was because she was home alone. The ensuing quiet enveloped
her as she placed a hand on either side of the tub and lifted herself up out of the
water just as another streak of lightening lit up the bathroom this one so much closer.
Misty caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirror on the north wall snapped like a
photograph in that split second of luminosity. Her wet skin causing every curve and
angle to be exemplified, white bubbles cascading down over her still firm tits, sliding
unimpeded until caught in her dark bushy triangle. Reaching for the towel she felt a
patch of fluffy bubbles break loose and start its slow path down her long well toned
leg.  "You would have liked that snapshot view won't you, Geoff?" she said aloud to
herself frowning. She was sad that yet again she would sleep alone.

Misty could make almost anything dainty and as she stepped out of the water onto the
tub skirt it was the epitome of feminine daintiness just has the thunder rumbled
through the house. She jumped. A shiver; no more of a shudder ran through her when the
glass block wall surrounding the tub turned blue and the room took on that horrible
ultra blue white hue that only a really close lightening bolt can cause. The thunder
rumbled through the house vibrating it to its soul. Instantly the house became as quiet
as a tomb a sure sign the electricity was out. "Damn that is the second time this week.
Oh well, it is bed time anyway." Misty thought aloud, flipping her mass of wet curls up
and over her head the swinging wet hair scattered water droplets putting out yet
another candle, deepening the darkness. With an ease that comes from years of practice
Misty flipped a pink towel around her wet hair and quickly fashioned a turban-like
headdress. Grabbing the matching bath sheet she patted her delicate skin starting with
her left arm first, then right, next came her left breast. As she dried her tits then
moved down her torso, her thoughts drifted to all the times she and Geoff had shared a
bath then dried each other escalating their foreplay. There was nothing as erotic to
Misty as being totally babied by her husband of twenty years.

Geoff had been her only man. She knew he had previous girls, she had heard all the
gossip of his school escapades. Geoff had been a varsity football quarterback and he
had lived up to the jock reputation until Misty came to town. She had come to visit
with her roommate and to attend the homecoming dance. One year to the day after
meeting, they exchanged rings in the local Methodist Church. To this day, they never
passed the church but what they would not reach for the other's hand. Their love was
real and deep. It was as if they shared one soul.

Even when the twins Becky and Brent had come along, nothing interfered with their
romance. The babies had only been another indicator that they knew how to do things
right. The twins were about four when one Sunday afternoon the doorbell rang while
Geoff and Misty were making love. Geoff froze with his big thick cock pushed all the
way up, deep in Misty's pussy. Their eyes met. Neither moved, no words were spoken but
they wished whomever was at the door would just leave. 

"Hi Gram and Poppa. You will have to wait for Mommy and Daddy, Daddy is pleasuring
Mommy again." It started as a high-pitched embarrassed giggle from Geoff's mother and
quickly turned into a knee-slapping belly laugh from his Dad. Misty and Geoff knew they
finally had been caught. Their eyes started to crinkle and Misty could feel Geoff's
cock jump as he tried to keep from letting loose his infectious belly laugh. Misty bit
her lower lip in the effort.

Not one to ever let her brother have the last word, Becky piped up, "Be real quiet and
good, Gram and Poppa, OK." Mrs. Sharp snorted as she always did whey she got carried
away. Geoff and Misty heard every word through the paper thin walls of their first
home. 

Geoff looked at Misty and smiled then continued pumping furiously in and out of her
still tight pussy. He leaned down and whispered, "I will not let this hard-on die until
you have milked me dry. I love you, Misty." The bed springs creaked. Misty felt her
climax rekindled in spite of herself. She raised herself up to take Geoff's face in her
hands and to kiss him sucking his tongue into her mouth. The best feeling was having
her man enter her at the same time from both ends. "MMMMMM" she moaned against his
exploring tongue. They orgasmed only their kiss keeping them silent as he emptied his
balls into her hot cunt, her spasming hole milking him dry. After a quick shower
together, soaping each other's backs, they went to face the laughter they knew his
parents would not be able to hold, sure that the whole family would soon know how they
spent their Sunday afternoons.

Misty blushed a deep crimson; she remembered feeling the heat race up from her chest.
Even now she remembered thinking that she must have glowed like a neon sign when they
walked into their living room.  Geoff's Dad congratulated his only child on taking
after the "old man", while his Mother came up and gave Misty a quick hug, "I wish I was
being pleasured right about now, those were the days." She whispered ending with a
chuckle. That gesture made all the difference and through the years they had often
laughed at words of wisdom spoken by their precocious four year olds. Geoff III was
born nine months later completing their family. 

The twins were now in their first year of university each attending the school of their
choice but on opposite coasts, separated for the first time. Now only Geoffy was still
had home, tonight even he was staying at his best friend's home next door. 'Where had
the years gone?' Misty mused to her reflection as she cleaned her teeth in the glow of
a single candle. The heavy moist air of the bathroom smelled that unique smell of
candles just extinguished mixed with the lavender from her bubble bath and the mint of
her toothpaste.

Carefully setting the candle on the dressing table she uncoiled her towel turban, and
hung the towels to dry, she plopped down nude to comb out her mass of auburn hair. She
was proud that she had inherited her father's genes that seemed to hold in abeyance the
appearance of gray hair and wrinkles. Geoff loved when friends and clients complimented
him on his young wife's looks. He would whisper to her when appropriate, "If only they
knew .. you had robbed the cradle, not the other way around." 

Misty's standard answer was to hold up five fingers. She was five days older than her
handsome outgoing husband. Misty always felt so fortunate to have snagged this football
star's heart. Their love had only grown with the years, tested and matured with life's
trials.

Giving up on her hair, Misty picked up the body lotion, her favorite a citrus smelling
concoction adding another element to the room's scent. Misty always started on her
breasts, circling around and around each one in turn, the nipples hardening in
anticipation. Fortunately since Geoff traveled about half the time, Misty's body
responded easily to her practiced hands. There had been a time, when Geoff had first
taken the big promotion that kept him out of their matrimonial bed that Misty had
almost tumbled into bed with his best friend. Only a well-timed call from Geoff had
brought her back to her senses. That is when she had decided to learn her body as well
as Geoff did.

Misty crawled into their bed on Geoff's side, she needed to bring him as close to her
as possible, she really felt his absence tonight and with the storm, she would have
given anything to be sharing the bed with her soul mate. The house literally shook with
the last crack of thunder, the blue white light of the lightening arriving only
milliseconds ahead. It lit up the room but Misty did not see it, she was buried under
the covers like a child shaking from head to toe. She lay frozen while the storm raged.
Her only saving grace was that she knew later tomorrow Geoff would be coming home.

Rolled into the fetal position facing away from the windows though the first storm had
long since past Misty slept fitfully, she kept having dreams, unsure whether she was
wake or asleep. "Oh Geoff" she murmured softly her voice husky from sleep. She felt her
body relax as strong arms encircled her. Her nostrils filled with the spicy cologne
that was Geoff's favorite. She turned her face up to receive the kiss that was sure to
come. Geoff always tongue fucked her mouth first. Misty's mouth just ached, always did
ache when she thought of her husband's probing kisses making her yield to his wishes.
She murmured his name opening her mouth. She felt the heat of his naked body and she
wished she had not slipped on her old comfy nightie before climbing into bed. She felt
her nightie being pulled off over her head; they parted, only to come back together to
continue their kiss.

She relaxed under his practiced hands as they laid claim to their woman even though yet
another fierce storm was echoing through with its bright flashes periodically lighting
up the room. She felt safe; her Geoff was here, her world was right again. His left arm
slipped under her neck pulling her close. She could not remember feeling the bed creak
as he got in, but no matter he was home and he was awakening her body. His finger
circled her tit, around and around. He grasped it between his thumb and forefinger
pulling it hard and then twisting it. "Ah" escaped her. She held her man to her. She
moaned, as he again possessed her mouth. Her moans vibrated against his tongue setting
off tingles down their bodies settling in their crotches.  Misty felt his cock jump
against her leg leaving a wet sticky trail of precum.  Breathlessly they parted, she
took his face in her hands and gave him a slow passionate kiss, just a kiss of welcome.

"I didn't know you would be home tonight or I would have waited up for you. Everything
OK, Geoff?" Outside the storm was unbelievably close and violent; if it had not been
that Geoff was holding her she would have been frantic.

"Shhhh, my pet. I want to make love to you. Shhhhhhhhh." His right hand slipped lower,
leaving her tit feeling cold. A shiver of anticipation rolled through her, she purred
like a kitten having its belly rubbed as her husband's fingers explored her other set
of lips. She had naturally rolled over onto her back making it easier for him to enter
her. His fingers dipped into her hole checking her wetness. "MMMM, you are excited, my
pet, I am glad." His wet finger moved up to unhood her clit, rubbing hard just like she
liked it. She felt her climax building as she always had under his tutelage. She lifted
her hips to urge him on.

Misty's hands slipped down between them reaching for her treasure. His cock responded
to her touch growing yet harder. Gently almost reverently she massaged his balls. He
groaned, a deep guttural groan. She was not surprised to find his balls rock hard and
obviously super sensitive from their under use. She gave his cock a little pull her
signal that she couldn't wait another moment. "Now, please my darling, please."

He rolled up between her legs positioning himself.  The room lit up with that blue
white light giving Geoff an almost ethereal cast. She opened her legs wide, pulling her
knees towards her. Misty worked out daily and her flexibility was remarkable for a
forty-one year old woman. She was proud of her ability to open herself up to take all
of her man into her open wet hole. She could already feel herself spasming. As he
entered her, not stopping until he was all the way deep into her, they groaned in
unison. He drove in hard like they liked it. Misty relished a little pain and Geoff
loved to give it to her. They were truly a matched pair. 

She knew Geoff was so eager he could hardly keep from immediately exploding; she let
her climax mount quickly to match his urgency. His thrusts communicating his urgent
need louder than any words could possibly have done. "OH MY GAWD" Misty screamed as she
came. The windows of the old house rattled as the thunder rolled through in an
unstoppable rumble. She could feel Geoff going rigid as his cum shot out of his balls
and up out of his cock pushing it deep into her spasming cunt. She knew his eyes would
be huge, his mouth panting with the effort as his body became a cum cannon. She
couldn't stop her climax even if she desired. She pulled every ounce of his cum into
her hole planting it deep. She lay there gasping for breath. 

"Misty, I love you. I always have and always will love you. Remember that."

Finally she lay still panting as the spasming ebbed her sweat drying on her hot body.
She reached to give Geoff a kiss, nothing but an empty pillow. She leaned up on her
right elbow to find him. No Geoff. "Huh. Geoff." She called out. "GEOFF." No answer.
Flying out of bed in a panic, shaking, "GEOFF!" she ran into the bathroom, now frantic
she flew through the rooms of their home looking for her mate. 

Misty was convinced that her husband was home; he had just finished making love to her,
hadn't he? If he had not then who had? It had been much too real to be a dream;
reaching down to her slit she found she still was wearing her nightie. Sagging on to
the couch in the family room, she sobbed realizing that it had only been a dream. Her
lips were not bruised and swollen like they should have been if it had been real. How
was it possible that it could be so real, so very, very real and still just be a dream?
She had felt his heat, smelt his cologne, she had felt him enter her. "Damn." She said
to the empty house. She just lay there, remembering, reliving the dream. Finally when
she realized that she was shivering from yet another unbelievably close lightening
strike she hefted herself up, "Geoff, hurry home." She hurried back to their bed and
the covers as the house lit up yet again from the storm.

Crawling back into the tousled bed she looked at the digital clock, 3:04 AM. She took
Geoff's pillow and hugged it to her has she drew the covers up over her head to hide
from the lightening wishing she could block out the sounds of the crashing thunder as
every window rattled. 'I can't wait to tell Geoff about my dream, he will laugh his
head off.' She said as she cuddled his pillow to her. She fell into a deep dreamless
sleep.

She awoke with a start to bright sunlight, with a perplexed frown she remembered. The
doorbell that is what woke her, it was ringing yet again and again.  "Who the hell?"
she muttered to herself looking at the clock, 5:55 AM. She jumped up grabbing her long
hunter green robe off its hook. She belted it around herself as she ran bare-footed
down the steps the gown trailing on the steps above just as the bell ringing turned to
loud persistent knocking. "Coming" she yelled in that husky just woke-up voice. She
took a moment in front of the hall mirror trying to tidy her hair. With a wry look on
her face her hands on the locks she asked, "Who are you?" 

"Mrs. Sharp, we are Metro police officers. We need to speak to you, please open the
door." She undid the locks leaving the chain lock on wishing for a peephole. 'This
weekend Geoff will have to put one in.' She said with a sharp nod of her head.

Misty opened the door, two police badges were held up for her inspection. "What's
wrong?" She asked her voice breaking her palms immediately cold and clammy.

"We need to come in, ma'am."

"Just a minute." she said taking the chain off and opening the door. She wished Geoff
were here. 

The taller of the two said, "May we go in and sit down, ma'am, we have something to
tell you." The other older officer took her elbow and propelled her into the living
room; she sank on to the closest chair. She was afraid of what was coming, but it was
even worse than she imagined.

The tall officer stood in front of her and she just could not look up at him, willing
this too, to be a dream. "Mrs. Sharp, is your husband's name Geoffrey Samuel Sharp?" A
hand rested on her shoulder. She wanted to tell him to let go of her. She wanted to
run, to hide under those covers again. She did not want to hear what he was saying. 

'NOOOO!' She silently screamed. She nodded unable to find her voice. 

"He has a private plane?" It was asked as a question but she knew that they already
knew the answer. 

Misty jumped up and with fire in her eyes she spat at the officers, "Yes, but he is in
New York City right now, he is not due back until late this afternoon in time to take
me out for our anniversary. You have the wrong person." She was able to breath again.

"Mrs. Sharp, it was your husband's plane, honest. It crashed during that vicious
thunder storm just short of the runway." Misty crumbled into a heap on the floor,
sobbing. 

"NOOO, NOO. It cannot be. It can't be. Not Geoff, I love him. He was here last night he
told me that everything would be OK." Without thinking, "He made love to me." She
stopped clipping the  'me' and with a tear-streaked face she looked up at them. "What
time?"

She already knew. "2:59 this morning ma'am." A strangled sob escaped as she buried her
head in her arms on the floor sobbing inconsolably. 

Geoff had come to her as he was leaving this world. Her face buried in the carpet she
cried broken-heartedly. "Geoff, I will always love you." She repeated her mantra time
and again. He had made love to her for the last time. "Geoff."





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