A Taste of Honey

by Pars001

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Oral Sex, Safe Sex, Slow, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: An artist comes to Canada for a job and finds a lot more than he was expecting. Torn between two women only one he wanted, what's a good man to do?

The cold Artic wind blew with a fierceness that almost led one to believe it was alive. Paul Rubbins stepped off the plane feeling the bitter tempest trying to remove every piece of clothing and skin he had. Walking to the terminal he only had a vague idea from a few pictures what this place looked like. Damn it's cold he thought, I haven't been this cold since that week it was -30 in Philadelphia. Carefully he scanned the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman he'd been taking to on the comp about this job.

Walking near the entrance he began to search harder, hate to fly to all the way to British Columbia and miss her. Sighing he sat on a bench near the front doors, I really hope she wasn't joking about wanting to meet me, this was going to be an expensive job. Sighing again, really I didn't have anything to complain about after all, SHE was willing my price to get me here, so she obviously wanted me here and what he'd seen flying in this was beautiful country.

Suddenly a soft voice sounded behind me, "Mr. Paul? Is that you? Oh my god it is! I thought you had turned me down, I almost didn't come, not having heard from you in almost a week."

Shaken, I turned around not really sure how I'd react, finally, I meet the woman who'd captured my attention so intently but I was not about to tell her so. The pain of my last marriage was still fresh and till I had worked things out I was afraid to even strike up a non-business conversation with a female.

My eyes flew wide wow! Was this woman a looker, taking a deep breath I held my hand out taking hers for a brief hand shake. "Nice to finally meet you face to face," I said waiting for a responce.

"I could say the same thing about you, waiting long?" she asked eyeing parts of my body a slight smile easing onto her features.

"No, I just landed about 20 minutes ago," I said watching this petite, golden haired, blue eyed woman as she seemed perplexed by my business like greeting.

"Well," she said not perturbed in the least, "I've seen the many projects you've done in the states, your natural grasp of nature seems perfect to accent our airport, YKA,"

I nodded to her, this seemed to slightly miff her it wasn't that I wasn't interested it was just ... well I guess you'd say I was afraid.

"So," she started anew, "As I told you in our communication, I am Andrea Lamarche and we here at Kamloops Airport, are more than just a little interested in your work."

I nodded trying to pay attention to her little speech, it was hard, we'd already discussed this a month ago and I wasn't really interested in her telling me everything again.

I was forcing myself to listen when across the lobby I saw the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I quickly excused myself, flying to the exit doors trying to catch up with the luscious goddess. Looking out there was no sight of her, damn it! It had been a long time since a woman had stopped me in my tracks like this. Andrea came up behind me with a slight worried look on her face, "Are you alright?" she asked genuine concern in her voice.

"Yes," I replied not really even there or noticing who I was talking to, "I just saw a woman unlike any I've ever seen before," I was still in a shock like condition and didn't see the slight irratation flicker across her face.

Andrea bumped my crotch with her hip and jerked away as if she'd been shocked, the woman I'd seen had stiffened my cock to the point I was almost in pain. Andrea had just rammed her hip into a rock hard cock, mine, it had shocked her that I was as large as I am.

"First we'll get you settled in then we can discuss what plans you have for the cultural murals," Andrea said still annoyed that she didn't have my full attention. Arriving at my room Andrea quickly slipped me her card, "that's my personal number, call me if there's ANYTHING I can do for you," she said as she slowly backed from my door, "and I do mean anything, be it company or just companionship." Thanking her I quickly closed my door the looks she was throwing my way reminded me of a hungry predator and obviously she wanted me for the main course. I couldn't get the woman I'd seen in the lobby out of my mind, her lucious lips, her seemingly perfect rounded breasts, her face was what had caught my attention.

Her skin was so clear and youthful, damn but she couldn't be more than 25, 30 at the most she moved with a grace that I'd only seen dancers of ballet have. She seemed to radiate and glow, damnit, I'd been looking for someone like her for years, hell now that I'd seen her I couldn't find her, weren't there about 85,000 people here in Kamloops? Sighing I took out my sketch pad to start on the drawings that I'd present the committee in a few days. As I started to draw, all I could see was her face, shaking my head to clear it I was finally able to get started. Working well into the night I had the first set done, suddenly feeling tired I layed everything aside and fell asleep. My dreams were haunted by visions of the woman I'd seen that afternoon, shit! I had to meet her, if for nothing else to clear her image from my mind.

The next day I awoke too late for breakfast in the hotel, damnit! I'd forgotten to pack my coffee, sighing I decided to see what the town held. Starting down the street I prayed there was somewhere I could find coffee. Sure enough 2 blocks away was a Starbucks! Yes! I was saved, no more tea, I was about to cross the street when lo and behold there she was, holy shit! I did a double take to make sure, there was no mistaking her happy almost gliding gait. I quickly crossed the street keeping my eyes on her unfortunately, I was almost run over by a passing car, it sounds so much more eloquent to be cursed in french than any other language, I know. Stepping inside I noticed that the place was small sighing I guessed that not many locals went there for coffee. There at the counter she stood in all her glory, she and her red dress stood out hands above everyone else.

Walking next to her I placed an order, "I need the strongest you have, I have to wake up," she briefly sized me up a small smile crossing her lips. My god! the whole room seemed to light up from just that slight smile.

"I take it you're not from Canada?" she asked the smile never leaving her face.

I almost stumbled over my words when I finally got them out, "uh ... no ... I'm from the uh ... the states," I felt like a jibbering idiot. "Why do you ask?" I was prepared for her to say no reason or just curious but she surprised me.

"I've always been fascinated by the states especially the southern most section," she replied

"Why is that?" I queried.

"Well," she started, "they aren't in as much of a hurry as the rest of the country is, that appeals to me very much."

Ok, now it was my turn to be fascinated! "That's interesting,"I said, "I am from the southern region, Florida to be exact."

"Oh! The land of sun and fun!" she said genuinely interested and excited. "You must tell me about it!"

As we sat I went into every little nuance of back home that I could conjure from memory. She had the sweetest laugh a sheer delight to be around.

Two hours passed it seemed in no time at all, I had finished and she was telling me of her beloved Canada, one had to admit, she painted it as a fabulous place to live. Neither of us noticed the time till I took a drink from my coffee, ugh! it was stone cold! (I hate cold coffee) ordering up another we sat for another hour this time paying attention to our drinks. We finally got around to the reason I was there, when she found out that I was the artist she shook her head in understanding.

"They say that you have a rare talent, one that hasn't been seen in a long time. I glad I got to meet you Paul," she said as she prepared to go.

"Um Brandi? can I ask you a question? I said somewhat sheepishly.

"Of course," she replied smiling at me I was almost completely lost in her deep blue lovely eyes, damn! I almost forgot what I was going to ask her!

"UH... ," I tried to start, "I have a dinner party coming up and thought you might like to go with me." Brandi smiled that smile that had me tingling to my toes, something I hadn't felt in a very long time. "Well, I really love the airport art that is there and since you are painting a cultural mural," here she stopped to think about it, I was holding my breath while I waited for her answer god I hoped she agreed to go. "I don't think I'm doing anything that night, I would be honored to accompany you."

I thought my lungs were going to burst waiting for her to answer, I let out a whoosh of air which drew a soft giggle from her an almost heavenly sound.

As we got up to leave I told her that I had to get back to the hotel, I was a little behind on my sketches. I started to pay for her coffee but she stopped me, "I just met you, I can't let you do that but next time we'll see," here she flashed me a sexy sly smile. Oh thank god, I thought, there would be a next time!

Going our seperate ways I was almost in a daze what the hell was wrong with me? I was acting like a lusting teenager! As I started to cross the street I was almost run over by the same car and driver.

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