Manolo's Parting Gift To Me.

Finally the last of the guests had left. We had hosted a party for a group of friends our foreign exchange student knew. He had been living in our guest cabin on the farm and was headed back to Portugal in two days. Manolo was bright, articulate and made a lot of friends in the short time he was living here. Some of the local girls would miss him too. He was very popular with his rugged good looks and athletic body. I should know. He spent many an afternoon in our pool. If I were 25 again, I would have made a play for him too. I was in the kitchen alone now trying to clean the last dregs from the lasagna pans before throwing them into the dishwasher. It was quiet in the house. My husband had an early surgery to perform in the morning and had gone to bed an hour ago. I was nursing a nice Pinot Noir now, having switched from the rum punch that had been a tasty change from my typical KetelOne on the rocks. I needed nothing bayan escort beylikdüzü more to drink but hell, it was the holiday season and I had months before I needed to start thinking about putting on a bikini again. I watched the last of the logs burn out across the room in the fireplace. I could see moonlight illuminating the snow on the lawn behind me from the reflection in the large mirror over the mantel across the room. Tom Waits? new live CD ? Glitter and Doom - played background music as I lip-synched along to ?The Part You Throw Away.? I heard footsteps on the back porch as he started into ?Trampled Rose.? It was Manolo. ?I came to say how much I appreciated your hospitality while I was here. A friend will be picking me up early tomorrow to take me to the airport and I was afraid I would not see your or Dr. Adams.? ?It has been our pleasure (with a slight slur I noticed). We will miss having you around.? escort bayan beylikdüzü ?Well, I wanted to give you some gifts from Portugal as a way to show my appreciation. Please give this Galo De Barcelos Cork to Dr. Adams for me. He will find it useful on those evenings when you still have wine left in your bottle. I want you to have this Spoone Rest. It is made from glazed pottery and no two patterns are alike. Now you will not need to use that chipped one I watched you use.? ?That is very sweet of you Manolo. We did not expect anything like this.? ?These are not expensive and not fancy I know but they are native to Portugal . I had one more thing I wanted to give to you to Mrs. Adams. This necklace was handmade by my uncle and I like all the different colors in the beads.? It was indeed beautiful. My hands being deep in dishwater I did not hold it. ?Take this necklace off for me and kayaşehir escort put your?s around my neck Manolo. I don?t want to get dirty dishwater on it.? His large hands fumbled with the clasp at the back of my silver strand necklace but soon unclasped it and put his around my neck. I looked at the mirror across the room. ?Thank you. It is gorgeous.? I noticed his hands had not strayed from my shoulders. They felt good there but it was a bit awkward. ?Í am glad you like it. I thought I would give it to Carla, but you are prettier and sexier than any of the girls I dated.? I enjoyed the compliment from this young stallion, but was a bit unsure at how to respond. I felt his hands move just over my shoulders now and his long fingers draped over and just above my neckline. ?Manolo. Thank you very much. I will miss having you around. Well, I guess you need to get back to packing. You have an early morning.? I reached for the dish towel to dry my hands. His thumbs were making small circles on the bare skin at the back of my neck. ?Manolo, you should go should you not?? No answer, as I felt him lean in to my bottom. ?Mrs. Adams. You are incredibly sexy. I have craved you ever since I arrived.