Matchmaking from the Grave
As I stood at the wall of the park that overlooked Pilsen in the Czech Republic, I realized that I was hungry and that I should look for some lunch before hunting for the cemetery that I had come to find. I had set out that morning, driving from Frankfurt, Germany to the city of Pilsen in search of a cemetery where a very good friend of my sister’s had been buried six months before. She had died in a terrible accident back in the States, but her sister had wanted her to be buried back in her hometown in the Czech Republic. I did not know Becky very well, but her sister and my sister, Carol, were best friends.
When I had told Carol that I would be traveling to Frankfurt for business, she had asked me if I would consider driving over to the Czech Republic to pay my respects to Becky on behalf of her and Becky’s sister. Having been divorced eighteen months prior, I had no spousal commitment that would necessitate my hurrying home after finishing my business in Frankfort. I agreed to drive to Pilsen to see if I could find the cemetery and to lay flowers on the grave site. Now, standing at this overlook, map in hand, I decided to go into the city and have some lunch before continuing my search.
I found a café in town, parked and went inside. After ordering, I opened the map that Carol had given me and was looking at the area that she had marked for the cemetery. It looked to be about sixty kilometers from Pilsen and would take me about an hour to reach. When my food came, I asked the waiter where I could find a florist in town. He gave me directions to a flower shop, and I made myself a mental note to stop there on the way to the cemetery to pick up some yellow roses. Carol had told me that yellow was Becky’s favorite color.
After lunch, I stopped at the florist, bought a dozen yellow long-stemmed roses and headed for the cemetery. The cemetery was on the outskirts of a town called Nalzovy, which is where Becky and her sister Suzanne had grown up. When I arrived at the cemetery, I noticed another car parked close by, but did not pay much attention to it at the time. I grabbed the roses, buttoned up my coat and got out of the car.
When I reached the gate of the cemetery, I noticed that it was open. As I walked inside, I noticed a man standing over a grave site, looking down. I assumed he was a local, paying his respects to a family member or friend. Carol had told me the general area of the cemetery where Becky was buried, and I headed in that direction. As I was reading notes that Carol had given me about the location of the grave site, I noticed that I was getting closer to the gentleman.
He noticed my presence and looked over at me. He appeared to be English or even American like me, and strangely, he looked vaguely familiar. He waved at me and motioned me to come over. As I got closer to him, I noticed that he had a very puzzled look on his face as he was watching me walk over to him. As I looked at the headstone of the grave where he was standing, I was suddenly paralyzed. He was standing in front of Becky’s grave, and it appeared as if he had recently laid a bouquet of yellow flowers near her headstone.
“Hello, aren’t you Renee Alexander?” he asked.
“Yes, yes I am,” I replied. “And who are you, and what are you doing standing in front of Becky Stepanek’s grave site?” I asked.
“My name is Kevin, Kevin Naylor, and I was a good friend of Becky’s,” he replied.
“A good friend?” I asked, “Then why wouldn’t you just pay your respects at the funeral like most people?”
“Maybe, like you, I wanted to come see where she was buried, and pay my respect to her, much like what I assume you are doing,” he replied.
“Okay, but how did you know my name?” I queried, feeling a bit uneasy at his perceived familiarity with me.
“How about if we spend time paying our respects, and if you like, we can go back into town and get a cup of coffee. After we have had a chance to talk, I think things will be a bit clearer for both of us,” he said.
“Alright, but since I just got here, do you mind if I have some time alone with Becky? I will motion you back over when I am done, and you can return to pay your final respects,” I said.
Kevin agreed and walked away from the area where Becky’s family was buried, leaving me alone at the grave site.
I looked down and read the headstone. ‘Becky Stepanek’ ‘Born – Aug. 3, 1983 – Died – Feb. 19, 2018’. I bent down and laid my flowers on the grave, next to the ones Kevin had also put on the grave site. I stood up, bowed my head and recited the Lord’s Prayer to myself. When I was done, I again looked at the headstone and began speaking.
“Becky, I hardly knew you at all. We only met a couple of times. You were the sister of my sister’s best friend, and Carol always spoke very highly of you. I am sorry that we never had an opportunity to get to know each other. You were a beautiful woman, an intelligent woman, and in your short time on Earth, quite an accomplished woman. While we shared several of the same friends, for some reason, we never got to spend much time together.
“Those friends always spoke very highly of you and were so saddened by your untimely death. Your memory is one that I trust they will always carry with them. Be at peace, Becky Stepanek, and know that you were loved and respected by many people. Goodbye.” With that, I turned to see where Kevin had moved off to and found that he was standing just a few feet behind me and had probably heard everything that I had just said.
“Were you eavesdropping on me while I was talking to Becky?” I asked him. He responded that he had been listening to me, to figure out why I was there. “Don’t you think that was a little rude, especially since I asked you to move away so that I could have some time by myself with Becky?”
“I am sorry,” he replied. “If you like, you can stand close by while I say my last remarks to Becky before we head back to town.”
I asked him if he liked the flowers that I had brought for Becky. He responded that he thought they were beautiful and that he knew that Becky was smiling right now, knowing that I took enough time and effort to find yellow flowers for her, as they were always her favorite. I moved over to where Becky’s parents were buried to say a short prayer for them. As I finished my prayer, Kevin began to speak.
“Becky, my love, as always, people are wanting to give you adulation for the life you led. This woman, Renee Alexander, who it appears you barely knew, has come all the way from the United States to pay her respects to your life. It is a testament to the life that you lived, as you touched so many lives with your kindness, your wit, and your beauty. Words can never truly express my feelings for you, though I tried many times while you were alive. Our life together had just barely begun, and yet we were so comfortable together. It was as if we had known each other for many years. Thank you for every bit of happiness that you gave me, and for all the wonderful memories I have of you, now that you are gone. I will miss you every day but promise to come back every year to see you and to remind you of just how much I loved you.”
“Now, I must figure out why Renee Alexander is here as well. Perhaps you know, but I will ask her to tell me so that I may know the connection between the two of you. So long, Becky Stepanek, until I see you again…I love you.”
I could see that he was crying, and I walked over and for some reason, put my arm around him. He responded by putting an arm around me as well and we stood there, staring at the grave site for what seemed like a long time. Finally, he moved away from me, took two flowers from the bunch that he had brought and laid one under each of Becky’s parent’s headstones.
We began walking back to our respective cars. As I got to my car, Kevin called my name. When I turned around, he took me in his arms and gave me a hug and thanked me for coming to visit Becky. He told me how much it meant to him, that Becky had touched me in such a way that I was moved enough to come see her. I told him that it wasn’t exactly an original idea, but that I would explain more when we got back into town. He told me there was a café at the hotel where he was staying and that we could get something warm to drink there and talk.
It was beginning to cloud up and looked like it could begin snowing as we drove back into town. My plan had been to drive back to Germany tonight, where I still had a hotel room in Frankfurt. I figured I could spend an hour or so with Kevin and then drive back before it got too late. We arrived back in Pilsen and pulled up in front of an inn. We went inside and Kevin led me into the café, found a booth where we could sit and talk privately. We both ordered hot chocolate to drink.
He slid back against the back of the booth and asked, “So, who tells their story first? Maybe it should be ladies first?” I responded that I would be happy to go first as my story might be shorter than his, based on what I heard at the cemetery.
I began to tell him that my coming to Pilsen was a combination of two factors. I was self-employed as a business consultant and had clients all over the world. I was going to be in Frankfurt, working with one of my clients, so the trip to Europe was already part of the plan. I explained to him that Becky’s sister was my sister’s best friend and that Becky had recently begun spending time with our circle of friends, including my sister.
The period of time that Becky was beginning to be part of our group of friends, also happened to be when I was estranged from both my sister and our friends. This had been caused by the deterioration of my marriage. Because of this, I had very little contact with Becky, having only met her a couple of times.
However, when my sister found out that I would be in Frankfurt, she told me what had happened to Becky. Carol told me that after the funeral, Suzanne, Becky’s sister, had decided that Becky should be buried with their mom and dad back in the Czech Republic. Since I would be relatively close by, Carol suggested that I drive over and pay my respects since I had missed out on really knowing Becky when she had really become close to our circle of friends.
I had agreed to do so, and Carol gave me a map of Pilsen and the surrounding area and had marked the map with the location of the cemetery, as well as directions to the grave site within the cemetery. I told Carol that if Becky had meant that much to her and the rest of the group, then I would be happy to drive over and pay my respects. I told Kevin that finding him in the cemetery as well, standing at Becky’s grave site had really thrown me for a loop as I never expected to run into another person, let alone a fellow American, standing there grieving.
At that point, Kevin said he wanted a refill on his hot chocolate and asked if I wanted one as well. The hot chocolate tasted good, so I gave him my cup and he went to the counter to get refills. When he came back, he handed me my cup and then stared at me. He then told me that he now knew why I looked familiar to him when I walked into the cemetery.
He began explaining that he had known my circle of friends for several years as he had worked on many projects with Marcia. Marcia was sort of the ringleader of the group and was the glue that kept it together. Marcia and her partner Brenda were at a golf course one Saturday, looking for a couple of people to join up with for a round of golf. Carol and Suzanne had walked up and joined them for a foursome of golf and had been close friends ever since. Kevin told me that through Marcia, he had become good friends with my sister and her husband, Suzanne and her husband, as well as Brenda and Marcia.
Kevin told me that he had been looking for someone to join him in his business and Marcia had suggested Becky to him. He interviewed Becky and found that she had a terrific mind for business, and he thought she would be someone to whom he could ultimately turn over his business. Becky was finishing her MBA and Kevin had arranged for her last semester to be a work-study semester. They had spent the semester working with a company, visiting their many global locations and examining how to make the locations more successful.
After spending a semester with Becky while she was finishing her Masters, Kevin found that he was beginning to have romantic feelings towards Becky, and her for him. There was a rather large age difference between them, but there was a ‘magical’ feeling between them that they could not deny. They had several discussions about whether they should pursue a romantic relationship rather than a business relationship. Ultimately, they decided to move in together and were very happy as a couple. Unfortunately, Becky had been murdered in a hit and run ‘accident’ perpetrated by a man who had been stalking Becky for quite some time. I was so moved by these last events that I had tears running down my cheeks by the time Kevin had finished telling his story.
He pulled out his handkerchief and offered it to me to dry my eyes. I accepted it and apologized for crying. I used his handkerchief, drying my cheeks and my eyes and handed it back to Kevin. After looking at my watch, I realized that we had been sitting there for about three hours. It was beginning to get dark and I could see out the window that it was snowing. My plan to drive back to Germany that night was going by the wayside and I would have to figure out a Plan B.
“I didn’t realize we had been sitting here so long. I was planning to be back on the road to Germany by now,” I told Kevin.
“So, what are you going to do?” he asked me.
“I don’t know. I had not planned to stay over, as my clothes are all back in my hotel in Frankfurt, and I obviously don’t have a place to stay in town tonight,” I replied.
“Listen, I have a room reserved here for the night. Why don’t you stay in my room and I will talk to the manager about getting me a blanket and I will sleep down here in the lobby. You can get up early in the morning, get ready and come down here. I will go up to the room, grab a shower and you can have breakfast with me before you head back,” Kevin said.
“I cannot make you sleep down here in the lobby. You’d wake up all sore and cramped. There is not even a piece of furniture you could comfortably sleep on for the night,” I told him.
“I know there are no vacancies here or anywhere else in town. I don’t think it would be wise for you to try to drive back, now that it is dark and snowing. I would not be a gentleman if I let you set out on your own at this hour. Let me suggest one other alternative. I know we have just met, but we are both responsible adults here. I have two queen beds in my room, so why don’t you come stay in my room in the other bed. We can get a blanket or something from the manager and hang it between our beds so that you can have privacy,” Kevin said.
Now, I looked at him with suspicious eyes. He looked to be at least ten years older than me, if not more. He was acting the perfect gentleman, looking out for my welfare, but now he wanted me to come sleep in his room. It did not look like I had a lot of choices in the matter; driving back, as he said, would not be a good idea and there were no rooms left in town.
“I am sorry, but this may be your only alternative. Come up to the room and let’s figure how to give you some privacy and maybe even build you a separate area within the room so you will feel safe and comfortable for the night. It’s either that, or I sleep down here in the lobby tonight,” Kevin said.
I was getting tired and knew that I really did not have any other choice but to try and make do the best I could. I could sleep in my clothes, get up early and get on the road back to Germany. “Let’s go up to the room and figure things out and then come back down here and have some dinner,” I told him.
“Renee, if there was any other way, I would certainly suggest it. I promise on Becky’s grave to be the perfect gentleman tonight,” Kevin told me.
I explained that I did not have any of my normal toiletries or even a change of clothes. He told me that the hotel had a small store and that I could buy the things I needed, like toothpaste, a toothbrush, etc. which I did.
When we arrived at his room, he unlocked the door, opened it, but then moved back so that I could go in first. I looked for the light switch and I could tell there was a lamp on in the room. There were, in fact, two queen-sized beds in the room, a desk, a chest of drawers with a TV on top of it and a nightstand in between the two beds. As we moved inside, he said that he could talk to the manager about getting a large blanket or two and running a line between the two beds to make separate areas. I told him that wouldn’t be necessary. We were two adults and I felt like I could trust him to behave himself. I told him I wanted to put my things in the bathroom and to use it before we went down to dinner.
Kevin moved to open the door and again, held the door open so that I could walk through first. We got to the elevator and the doors immediately opened. Again, he stepped aside and let me walk in first. As the elevator took us back to the lobby, I was thinking that this guy was the consummate gentleman and had been since I first met him.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked me. “You have such a pensive look on your face.”
“I was just thinking back on the events of the day and how all this is just a bit surreal. I mean, I hardly knew Becky, but came to pay my respects at the wishes of my sister and Becky’s sister, since I was on the continent,” I replied. We arrived back in the lobby and went back into the café. We walked over to a table and he pulled a chair out for me and let me sit down. Now, I was trying to decide whether he was just trying to impress me, or if this is just the way he was all the time.
There were menus on the table, and I picked one up and began to read over it. It was written in both Czech and English and was quite extensive. Kevin looked at me and suggested the goulash, which he had eaten the night before.
“A bowl of goulash and a glass of red wine will be perfect, if you want a recommendation,” he stated. "You do drink alcohol, don’t you, and you aren’t driving until the morning.”
“Sure, I love a glass of wine with dinner and perhaps it will help me sleep tonight. Why don’t you order us a bottle and I will have the goulash as you suggested,” I told him. The waiter came over and took our order and said he would be right back with the bottle of wine.
Soon after, the waiter brought a bottle of red wine and two glasses. He uncorked the bottle, let Kevin smell the cork and then poured him a small amount in his glass. Kevin handed me the glass and told me to taste it, to make sure that I liked it. I took a sip, held it in my mouth a moment and then swallowed. I could tell this was an excellent wine and told Kevin that I liked it. Kevin smiled and nodded to the waiter, who then poured glasses for each of us and moved away.
Our dinners came, and we ate, drank our wine and talked about our respective jobs. After dinner he suggested a peach dumpling for dessert, which was delicious. The waiter brought the bill and I reached for my wallet to draw some cash to pay my half of dinner. Kevin raised his hand and said it wasn’t necessary, that he was happy to pick up the tab for dinner. I told him he needn’t do that, but he insisted.
“It’s still pretty early, why don’t we get another bottle of wine and go up to the room and relax before calling it a night,” he said. “I want to hear more of the Renee Alexander story, while enjoying another glass of wine or two.”
The waiter brought his receipt, another bottle of wine that had been uncorked and two new glasses. Kevin got up first and came around quickly to pull my chair back for me. We went back up to the room and he invited me to have a seat on the sofa, while he sat at the chair that was at the desk. I told him it wasn’t necessary to sit so far away, so he came over and sat on the sofa as well. He poured himself a glass of wine and asked me if I would like a glass as well. I told him it was fine, as I thought the wine was very good.
We sat and talked for what seemed like hours and somehow during the evening we managed to finish the bottle of wine. When I looked at the clock it was 2am and I knew I needed to get some sleep soon or I was going to struggle in the morning. I was tired and told him that I needed to get to sleep. He asked me if I wanted to wear one of his shirts to bed rather than the nice clothes I was wearing. He told me that he had both a tee shirt and a buttoned-down shirt that I could wear. Thinking that the tee would be more comfortable, I asked him for that.
He pulled a tee-shirt out of his luggage and handed it to me. Kevin told me to go ahead and use the bathroom first and he would turn down the two beds. He again asked if I wanted him to hang up a cord with blankets over it to separate our beds for privacy. I told him that I was so tired that I did not think it would matter, at this point.
I went into the bathroom and got ready for bed. I took my clothes off except for my panties and pulled his tee shirt over my head. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that the tee-shirt was long enough to cover everything that needed to be covered. I did notice that he might be able to see my breasts through the shirt, but at that point I didn’t care as I did not want to sleep in my bra.
I came back into the bedroom and Kevin went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. He came out later wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt. We both crawled into our respective beds, he turned out the light and told me good night.
I laid there and went back over the events of the day and realized that it had been a very pleasant day even though it centered around a trip to a cemetery. Suddenly, I wondered why I was spending all this time thinking about all of this when I should be sleeping. I turned on my side to listen whether I could hear tell-tale signs that Kevin was sleeping but it was very quiet on his side of the room.
“Kevin,” I whispered, “are you still awake?”
“Yes, I am,” he replied.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
“You,” he replied. “I have been laying here thinking how much you remind me of Becky.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked him.
“To be honest with you, it’s a good thing. Something just seems to have clicked with us and I was wondering what Becky would think about all of this,” he said.
“That is an incredibly nice thing to say,” I told him.
“It has been a wonderful day, as you brought great happiness to a sad occasion. It’s the first time I have been to the cemetery to see Becky and I was not sure how I would react when I got here and stood in front of her grave site. But then you showed up, and a wave of peace and comfort came over me for some reason. Who knows whether things like this really happen, but it feels like perhaps Becky brought you to me…to give me comfort while I visited her,” Kevin said.
His words were having a profound effect on me and soon tears were streaming down my face. I think Kevin heard me sniffle a bit and he asked me if I was alright. I told him I was very touched by what he said and that I also felt that there might be forces at work here, that we did not understand. I continued to cry, and sniffle and Kevin turned on the lamp, got out of bed and retrieved his handkerchief. He sat on the edge of my bed and handed me his handkerchief. I wiped my eyes and tried to get a grip on myself.
“Kevin, I am going to say something that you may find very strange, but I have never meant something so much in my life. Would you get in bed with me and hold me, at least until I get to sleep?” I asked him. I have no idea why I asked him that, but suddenly I felt so close to Kevin and I wanted to feel him near me.
“Are you sure that is what you want, or would you like for me to just sit here with you, until you fall asleep?” he asked. “I don’t want you to do anything that you might regret in the morning.”
“Kevin, please lay down beside me and hold me close. I just want to feel you near me,” I told him. I had not been with a man since my divorce and I just wanted to feel him near me, holding me.
Kevin got in bed as I rolled over and he snuggled up behind me and put his arm around me. He asked me if this was what I wanted, and I told him it was. I reached down with my hand and took his hand in mine. I told him thank you for a wonderful day and good night. I let my head sink into my pillow and quickly fell asleep.
I had been sleeping soundly but woke up during the night and had one of those feelings where I wasn’t sure where I was for a moment. I tried to rise and look around, but then realized I had an arm wrapped around me, holding me close. It was then that I remembered that I was in bed in the Czech Republic and that it was Kevin’s arm that was wrapped around me. I could hear him breathing gently and hoped he was sleeping soundly. I took his hand and gently placed it on my breast.
“Renee, are you awake?” he asked me.
“Yes, I woke up and felt your arm around me and pulled you closer. Is that okay?” I asked.
“Oh my, yes, your breast feels so good in my hand and your whole body feels wonderful next to me,” he responded.
What I did next surprised me, but after everything else that had happened, it seemed the right thing to do. I rolled over to where we were facing each other, and I kissed him gently on the lips. After kissing him, I pulled back a bit, but his face followed mine and he kissed me back. Our kiss lingered and I felt him put a hand on my hip. My eyes were open, but they had not adjusted to the darkness.
“Kevin, please turn on the lamp,” I asked him.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I want to see who I am kissing and I want you to see me,” I responded.
He rolled over and turned on the light that was on the night table between the two beds. When he rolled back over to face me, I moved up and kissed him on the forehead. After kissing him on the forehead, I moved my lips down to his ear. I gently blew in his ear and whispered that I wanted him to have sex with me. He looked at me with questioning eyes and I told him that this whole day had been surreal, but magical and it seemed that the best way to end the day was for us to have sex.
“If you are absolutely sure that is what you want to do,” he replied. “I know you are a long way from home and that this has been an emotional day for you. I don’t want you to feel obligated in any way, just because we are in bed together.”
“I know enough about you that you would never take advantage of the situation, and I don’t feel obligated in any way. I feel so close to you, and your touch, as you held me, has felt so good that I want to feel more. Please, just have sex with me and we can figure it out in the morning,” I told him.
He moved in closer to me and kissed me on the lips. As our kiss continued, we quickly began to French kiss each other, taking turns sucking the other one’s tongue when it was inside our mouths. Kevin had moved his hand to my shoulder and then brought it behind my head so that he could hold us close while we kissed. I noticed that he was kissing me with his eyes open, very unlike most of the guys that I had ever kissed before.
I moved to lay on my back, and he moved with me, pulling his hand back as he did so. When I was fully on my back, he reached up and very gently touched my breasts. As his palm moved across my nipple, I moaned in his mouth and we broke the kiss. He began gently sliding his hand around my breast, lingering as he moved across my nipple. I was already very aroused by our kissing and my nipples were very hard and erect. He leaned over and kissed my nipple very gently and then pulled it into his mouth through the tee shirt that I was wearing.
I told him to wait and he stopped, pulled up and asked if everything was alright. I told him I wanted to take off the tee-shirt and my panties as I wanted him to see all of me. I sat up and pulled the tee shirt over my head, laid back down and slid my panties down my hips, past my ankles and took them off and threw them off the bed.
“Renee, you are so beautiful,” he commented. “I just love your body and I am going to take my time showing you just how beautiful I think you are,” he said.
He put his hand on my tummy and began to trace his fingers in circles, circles that grew wider as he went. His fingers were practically dancing on my skin and it was driving me crazy. He brought his hand up to my breasts again and began that dance with his fingers again, around and around on my breasts. He licked his finger and ran it across my nipple to see if he could possibly get it even harder than it currently was. He leaned over and began the same dance with his tongue on the breast that was closest to him, while he continued to touch and tease my other breast. I put my hand behind his head to draw him closer to my breast, I whispered for him to suck and nibble on my breast and nipple.
As he began playing with my nipple with his mouth and tongue, his hand began moving over my body. He spent a lot of time caressing my side and hip alternating using the palm of his hand and his fingers. All the while, he was sucking and nibbling on my nipple. He would draw it between his lips and then between his teeth, then stop and do it all over again. Suddenly, he bit harder on my nipple and my entire body arched up as I had a small orgasm. When he realized what he had done, he kissed my nipple and began licking the breast.
At this point, he had moved his hand to my thighs and was running his fingers up and down my skin, making goosebumps all over my legs. I wanted him to touch me in that magical spot, but I also wanted him to continue to tease me and titillate me.
His mouth finally left my breast and he moved up to kiss me. As our lips touched, my tongue immediately shot into his mouth and I began tonguing his mouth over and over. His hand moved to my mound and slowly, ever so slowly it began moving further down. I was shaved now, so there was no hair to slow him and he moved his hand a bit to the side. My arms were at my side and I was completely under his spell at this point.
We continued to French kiss and his hand finally, moved to the center of my being. As he touched my lower lips and his finger slightly moved between them, I heard and felt him moan into my mouth. My pussy parted, and he told me how wet I was between my legs. I told him he was driving me crazy and I was as turned on as I have ever been. He began gently running his finger between the lips of my pussy, not really entering but just staying at the entrance again teasing me unmercifully.
He moved a bit so that it was easier to reach me, and it also brought his face very close to where his finger was exploring. He was quite idly exploring the lips of my pussy and drawing more of my moisture from inside of me. I had my hand in his hair, combing it between my fingers as he continued to drive me crazy. Finally, he slipped his finger inside of me and buried it deep in my pussy. I jumped a bit as he did that and tightened my grip on his hair. He began fingering me gently, probing inside of me in a manner that was both exploratory and meaningful.
I felt him hook his finger a bit and I knew where he was searching. When he found that spot, I would orgasm again, more strongly than my first. His finger continued to probe and as he did so, he turned his head to look at me. He obviously wanted to gauge his progress by my reactions. My head rolled back, and I closed my eyes as he found the spot he was looking for. He pressed hard on my g-spot and my knees drew up and I gasped. He had again brought me to an orgasm and the feelings washed over me like a tidal wave. My pussy was instantly even wetter than before and had he had a different view he would have noticed a flush across my chest and upper torso. As I came back to Earth from this orgasm, my legs again relaxed, and I opened my eyes to see Kevin staring at me.
I could tell he wasn’t finished as he withdrew his finger and slid it into his mouth to suck my essence from his finger. After doing so, he moved his hand back to my mons, slid it down so that his finger was between my lips again and used his palm to search for my other pleasure spot. At this point, it was quite prominent as my level of excitement was off the board. As his palm pressed against my clit, I began to moan, and he knew he had me just where he wanted me. His finger moved up and began to roll my clit between his finger and thumb.
My knees began to rise again and in my heightened state of arousal, I knew it would not be long before he had again brought me to an orgasm. I laid back and continued to let him play with me and to drive me crazy. He was tracing very small circles around my clit and I began to moan again as that feeling started deep inside me. As his finger became more insistent on my bud, my moans became louder. I think he was afraid of waking up people in the rooms adjacent to us and he moved up to kiss me while continuing to stimulate my clit. He began a somewhat rhythmic strumming of my clit while kissing me hard and tonguing me.
I put my arms around him and pulled him close to me. Our lips separated, and I put my lips next to his ear and told him he was driving me crazy. With that, he pushed down firmly on my clit and it drove me over the edge. I bit his ear and he continued to press on my clit and my whole body almost came completely off the bed, then fell back down. I arched my back as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. As he finally released the pressure on my clit, my legs relaxed, and I sagged back into the bed.
He leaned over me and then bent down to kiss me, cradling me in his arms. There was no tongue this time, just very gentle kisses on my lips. Our eyes were open, and we were both staring at the other. He released my lips but then began kissing his way down my body. He kissed my neck, the area between my breasts, my tummy, then moved to the side and kissed each of my hips. He was now crouched between my legs and was kissing and licking his way down my legs to my knees. He then began dragging his tongue up the inside of my legs to my thighs. I raised my knees and moved my legs apart, completely opening myself to him. He stopped kissing, raised up and said “Renee, I have told you once and I am telling you again, you are so beautiful.”
He then bent down, laid his tongue in that area below my opening and slowly began dragging it up between my lips and over my clit. After his tongue passed my clit, he would move his tongue down and would start all over again. By now, I was so wet that I could feel my juices running down and through the crack of my butt. With each lick, he seemed to take the excess juice, but as he moved through my lips and over my clit, more of me seeped out. I lost count of the number of times that he did this, and I am sure that my eyes must have been just rolling around in my head. His tongue felt so good and he knew just the right amount of pressure to use to keep me excited yet not take me over the edge. He had been cupping my butt in his hands while licking me, but I could tell he was changing his approach. He began to linger between my lips, and it seemed on each pass as if his tongue was sinking a bit deeper between them.
Finally, he held his tongue there and let it probe the inside of my pussy while gently sliding the tip of his finger over my clit. He began probing deeper and was moving it in and out of me, practically fucking me with his tongue. My hands were grabbing the sheets of the bed and I thought I was going to rip the material I was holding on so tightly. Seemingly as he started fucking me with his tongue, he stopped and went back to the gentle licking as before. I was at such a heightened state of arousal, whatever he did next would surely push me again over into the abyss of my orgasm.
I felt him move his head a bit and suddenly his lips were wrapped around my clitoris and he slowly began licking it. He began flicking his tongue under the hood and I knew I would not be able to take much more of this. Just as I got to that point of no return, I felt him also push one of his fingers against the opening of my butt. He didn’t enter, just exerted enough pressure that I knew exactly where his finger was located. That unexpected move again plunged me over the cliff of pleasure, and I put both my hands on his head and tried to pull his head inside of me. The pleasure was so intense that I thought I was going to pass out as he continued to suck on my clit and the waves of pleasure continued to move across me.
I was afraid I was going to hurt him I was holding on to his head so hard and I knew my legs were squeezed tight against him. At the peak of my pleasure, my butt relaxed, and I felt his finger slightly move inside me, which only heightened my pleasure. My mouth opened, and a guttural sound came from deep within my soul. The intensity from this orgasm overwhelmed me and I released everything I had. As I slowly came down from one of, if not the most intense orgasms I had ever had, all I could do was pant. I had tears streaming down my face from the intensity and my whole body had gone completely limp.
Kevin moved back from my body and was now just staring at me, wondering if I was alright. As I seemed to regain some sort of composure and sense about me, he moved up beside me, took me in his arms and hugged me. My eyes were still not focused, and my mind was still a blur as I tried to regain control of my body. He planted a kiss on my lips and thanked me.
“Renee, that was the most wonderful experience I have had in a very long time. You are such a passionate woman and I love the way you respond to my touch and my kiss,” he said.
“Kevin, I have never had anyone make me feel like that before. That last orgasm was the most intense feeling I think I have ever experienced.”
“Now,” he said, “we need to get to sleep as you have a long drive ahead of you in the morning.”
“Can’t I return the favor for you now, or perhaps we could have intercourse and give you a chance to orgasm as well,” I said.
“That isn’t necessary, as you gave me so much pleasure doing that to you and for you that I will remember this evening for a very long time,” he replied. "Let’s get to sleep and we can talk in the morning.” With that, I leaned in and kissed him on the lips, again told him thank you and told him I wanted to have him cuddle behind me, with his arm around me. We got into position, I moved his hand to my breast, and we fell asleep.
We both awoke at about the same time in the morning. He looked at the clock and said it was 8:30am. Kevin asked whether I needed to use the bathroom first and I told him to go first. When Kevin came out of the bathroom, he found the tee shirt that I had worn to bed last night and asked me if I wanted to put it on before getting out of bed. I told him we were a little late for modesty now and I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.
When I came out of the bathroom Kevin whistled and told me that he thought I was so beautiful. I moved to him, gave him a hug and a kiss and said thank you. I told him that last night had been so very wonderful. That I had not been with a man in a long time and that I had felt so close to him it all just seemed right to do what we did. I again apologized for not returning the favor and asked what I could do for him this morning. He told me that was simple, all he wanted me to do was to promise that once we both got back to the United States from our trips, that I would allow him to contact me so that we might see each other again.
He moved to his bag and pulled out a pad and a pen and asked me to write my information down so that he could contact me, however I was most comfortable. I wrote down my cell phone number, my address, my email address and handed him the pad. He looked at the information, looked at me and started laughing and I asked him what he was laughing at.
“I have a house in Austin and spend about half my time there,” he said.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I replied. “You never said you lived in Austin.”
“Becky and I had a house in San Francisco, but I had kept my house in Austin because I have an ailing mother that is living in a nursing home there. I had planned to sell the house in San Francisco, and will probably move back to Austin full time,” he said.
I got a sudden chill that ran through my body and he must have seen the look on my face. I was beginning to wonder if there were forces at work that neither of us could explain that brought us together. We both had many of the same friends, both lived in Austin or at least had homes there, and now we end up in the Czech Republic in a cemetery. I had never been one to consider fate or destiny, but I began to wonder if all of this had just been a coincidence or were there forces at work here, perhaps from beyond the grave that we could not explain.
We both showered and got dressed, rather quietly as we were both deep in thought at this point. We went to the lobby to have breakfast and we talked about what was to come. I reminded him that I would be driving back to Germany and would spend just one more day there before flying back to Austin. He reminded me that he had some business to attend to here and in Prague and would probably fly back to San Francisco by the end of the week. He told me that when he got back to San Francisco, he would get in touch with me and see if I still wanted to get together. I told him yes, that at this point I wanted to see whether there really is some sort of chemistry between us.
After breakfast, he walked me to my car, gave me a hug and a kiss and thanked me for a wonderful day and evening. I told him it should be me that was thanking him for the evening as it was a night that I would never forget. I told him to get in touch when he got back to San Francisco and we could make plans for when he came to Austin.
As I got in my car and began to drive away, I looked at him in my rear-view mirror and waved. He blew me a kiss and stood there watching, until we could no longer see each other. Kevin had turned out to be such an interesting man from the little that I learned. One thing that I kept thinking about over and over is how respectful he had been the entire time. I also was truly amazed at how wonderful the sex had been and how he had been completely devoted to my pleasure and never gave a thought to his own, even when I wanted to repay him for what he had done for me. I began thinking about the entire episode and thought that Kevin was a guy that I hoped would stay interested in me, as I wanted to spend more time with him and to get to know him better.
Had we been brought together by forces beyond the grave…only time would tell.
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