A Stroll in the Park

The rain had been falling for the past hour or so. Instead of reducing in intensity, it appeared to have increased. I had hardly slept all night. A quick look at the clock hanging conspicuously on my wall showed that it was a little past two in the middle of the night.

My heart was filled with all sorts of things that had kept me awake, most important of which was the decision to end my six-year relationship with Brian.

The signs were ominous. They had been there for quite a while: the keeping late nights, getting calls at odd hours of the night, not answering most of his calls in my presence, and of course, reports from neighbors who had seen him with another woman.

I accosted him when I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Do you have a new woman in your life? Tell me, Brian, and be honest about it,” I demanded with confidence. He turned his head and looked at me with a bit of surprise on his face.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Jill? Are you saying I haven't been faithful to you?”

“Well, Brian, are you telling me there isn't another woman in the picture? I’ve suspected that you’ve been cheating for a long time now,” I insisted.

“Your suspicions are unfounded, Jill,” Brian said softly. “You know I wouldn’t cheat on you with another woman.” His face was so expressionless, his voice so cool, that I almost believed him. Still, I could sense in my heart that he was lying.

“But, Brian,” I continued, “why have you been keeping such late nights recently? And receiving strange calls at odd hours of the night? What about your recent habit of moving far away from me to answer your calls? And how do you explain the reports I got of a blond-haired woman in your car?”

“There's nothing between us. Believe me, darling,” Brian assured, a subdued look on his face.

“Okay, I’ll believe you. At least for now,” I concluded, not willing to drag the argument out any further.

“Believe me, dear, I still love you,” was his reply as he sat beside me on the bed, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me on the lips. I responded by tying my arms around him, sticking my tongue deep into his mouth, and enjoying the moment of sheer bliss.

Later that night, we lay on the bed together. We had undressed for the night. I had removed all my clothes, including my pants. Brian had also undressed, but he'd left his pants on. He was lying on his back while I lay facing him with my head on his chest. His right hand was caressing my back while his left hand worked my breasts.

He cupped my breasts, pinching the nipples one by one. This had me hitting the roof with ecstasy. As he did this, I noticed that his dick was getting larger. I slid my hand into his pants to caress it, causing him to moan repeatedly.

Before I new what was happening, he'd had sat up, removed his pants, gave me a quick kiss, and turned me onto my back.

He then kneeled between my legs and inserted his dick into my pussy. He began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and more sustained. After a while of heavy thrusting, he discharged his semen into me with a loud groan. I also moaned heavily as I received his cum.

He withdrew and plopped on the bed beside me. We lay side by side to rest and regain our strength, falling asleep a few minutes later.

He woke me up once more during the night. I had been sleeping with my back turned towards him, facing the wall. Suddenly, I felt a hand tapping me. I woke up and turned my head to look at him. Brian smiled and snuggled close to me. As he did that, I felt the hardness of his dick pressing against my buttocks. His dick continued to grow bigger as he pressed against my backside.

“I've hardly slept at all, darling. I was thinking about you,” he said.

I chuckled. “That's nothing new, is it? Aren't you always thinking about me?”

“Oh, darling, this time I was thinking about how much I love you and how ready I am to always please you,” he replied.

I blushed.

“You love me and yet you were out with another woman,” I said sarcastically.

Brian remained silent for a while, then spoke.

“But, darling, I thought we’d laid this issue to rest. I told you I’m not dating any other women. Please give me the chance to prove that you’re the only one I love,” he pleaded as he kissed me on the back of my head.

“Okay, I’m waiting,” I said.

As I turned to face him again on the bed, he cupped my face with his hands and kissed me passionately. I responded by sticking my tongue deep into his mouth and exploring him vigorously. We ate each other's mouths for about two minutes.

We disengaged, and Brian used one of his hands to cup one of my breasts, caressing it and gently pressing on my nipples, while his other hand located my pussy.

I cried out in ecstasy when Brian’s hand caressed my clitoris. The pleasure was too much. I actually came. Before I knew it, he'd quickly turned me onto my back, opened my legs, and plunged into my pussy.

He began to thrust into me, slowly at first, then faster and more vigorously. He was moaning as he penetrated me furiously. After a few minutes of sustained fucking, he let out a loud yell as he released a huge load of semen into my pussy. I also moaned as I received it. He then plopped beside me on the bed, breathing heavily.

Within a few minutes, we were both back asleep.

That happened a year ago.

The decision to allow Brian Taylor to live with me was a mutual one. We had met at college during our final year of study. He had been a sociology major while I was an accounting student. We'd had a promising relationship until graduation, when each of us went our separate ways. We got back together again when our paths crossed in the course of our work. He had gotten a job at a professional moving company in town while I was an account executive with a software company. I allowed him to move in with me so that we could test the waters before what would be a grand wedding.

As stated earlier, the signs that Brian was cheating on me with another woman were quite evident. I only needed a bit of time to confirm them before confronting him again. This time, it was no longer speculation. I had caught him red handed.

It happened on a Tuesday evening. I had just closed for the day and was stopping over at a supermarket to pick up some groceries on my way home.

I opened the driver’s door and slid into the car. I inserted the key into the ignition, turning it to my right, and the engine roared to life. After a few minutes of waiting for the engine of my car to warm up, I pressed the clutch and gave the throttle a firm but gentle push down. The car jumped onto the highway, and I moved steadily, fast enough to make good time and slow enough for me to catch a glimpse of people and events as they passed me by.

After a few minutes of driving on the highway, I veered off at an intersection onto a side street that led to the supermarket where I’d pick up the groceries I wanted to buy. By now, I had slowed the car down considerably. Just as I took the next bend, I saw Brian’s car parked in the parking lot of a hotel.

Instinctively, I moved my car off the road and parked so I could get a clearer view. I flung open my side door and moved forward, almost on tip toe, towards the ash-colored car.

By now, I could see them clearly. Yes, it was Brian. Sitting very close to him in the front passenger’s seat was a woman. She was leaning on him, and they were both locked in a passionate kiss, their mouths smushed together. Brian and the strange woman were so engrossed in their 'unholy act' that they were oblivious as to what was going on around them. They didn't seem to care about anything or anyone. The activity in the fairly crowded parking lot was not enough to distract them.

I was speechless as I watched the spectacle that unfolded before my very eyes. My beloved Brian was fondling and kissing another woman? This was an absolute betrayal. No other word described it better. I had already been tipped off by a friend that he'd been dallying with a blond-haired woman, which was why I had decided to confront him earlier. And now this! My worst fears had now been confirmed. He'd been lying to me all along.

A strange surge of anger suddenly washed over me. I felt the urge to descend on them, to beat the daylights out of whoever that woman was and get my man back. A part of me wanted to go teach that intruder the lesson of her life, while the other part wanted me to take it easy. Superior reasoning eventually prevailed. “Calm down, baby. You are a decent woman. You shouldn’t take the law into your hands,” I told myself as I backtracked, walking slowly back towards my car.

I opened the door and eased myself slowly and painfully into the driver’s seat. The car shot back onto the highway as I drove, this time at faster speed, towards my home. After a while, I arrived at my apartment and parked my car in the garage.

Soon enough, Brian showed up, totally oblivious of what lay in wait for him. He came into the room in his usual manner and said, “Hello, darling, how was your day at work?” He stretched his arms out to embrace me, but I wasted no time with him.

“Stop right there!” I yelled at him. “Don’t touch me with those filthy hands. Who are you calling 'darling'? Me or that other woman?” His brow furrowed.

“Wh-what other woman?” he tried to sell me another lie.

“The woman I saw in your car at the hotel of course. You were making out!”

His face fell. He knew he had been caught. He knew the wind had been taken out of his sails. There was no room for any more lies. He knew it was game over.

“Yes, I admit it. I was with another woman. But I’m sorry,” he managed to say.

“Feel sorry for yourself!” I shouted. “As far as I'm concerned, this relationship is over. I can’t risk getting married to you.”

He appeared to have gotten my message, though it pained him. His countenance fell. He placed his hand on his head, stroking his hair then running his fingers back and forth over the entire length of his head.

That very night, Brian packed his belongings and left my apartment. He made a pitiable sight as he exited the front door, loaded his things into his car, and drove off.

That was how my six-year relationship with Brian ended.

I was suddenly jolted back to reality by my mobile phone. I looked at the clock on my wall; the time was 3 am.

I had been deep in thought for the past hour!

The rain was still falling, although it had reduced in intensity.

“Enough of these sleepless thoughts, baby. You need rest,” I told myself.

Within a few minutes, I was fast asleep.

I woke up from sleep feeling heavy. Couldn’t actually tell the exact reason for the heaviness but all I know for sure is that my neck was a bit stiff, my arms and legs weak and other parts of my body feeling very heavy.

What could be responsible for this feeling of numbness, I asked myself as I rolled from one edge of the bed to the other to try exercise my body without actually standing up.

The one hour of restless sleep I'd had last night would likely be the chief culprit. Or could it be signs of an impending health challenge?

Either way, I had to do something to nip it in the bud.

I removed my cloth cover and came down from the bed to try do some exercises. It was actually to complement what I’d been doing at the gym in the last one month. I’d registered at a gym a month ago for a three times per week schedule of workouts.

I took a position, a standing position and separated my legs to create some space to maneuver. I started by turning my neck from left to right and back again. I did that about ten times. It worked because I noticed my neck was no longer stiff and whatever pain there was over there had eased considerably.

Next, I stretched my two arms sideways, flapped them up and down to touch my thighs. Just like a bird flapping it’s wings while in flight, I did that about ten to fifteen times.

After that I did some press ups. I must confess, press ups for me are a bit stressful, I had barely done five before I packed it up. I was to do ten. Even the KEGEL exercises I intended to add, I had to put off for want of time.

All in all, it had been a useful and interesting session. Useful because I had instantly seen the health benefits. My body had suddenly come back to life again. All the stiffness and numbness were gone.

“Girl, these exercises are good. Incorporate them into your routine. Make them a part of your daily schedule,” I told myself.

By now the rain that began sometime during the night had fully stopped. I pushed aside the drapes of one of my two windows to see what it looked like outside.

The sky had already become a bit clear even at this very early time of the day. People were already out and about. Cars of various colors and descriptions were moving on the highway. Another look up at the sky revealed a group of birds, very brightly colored, putting on what looked like a display of some sort. They would file in a straight line, like in a formation and converge a little while later in a complete circle, flying round. They seemed to be responding to some rhythmic music being played for them. It was a lovely sight to behold. Very beautiful and awe inspiring. I watched them with interest for a little while.

A few moments later, I pulled back my window drapes to get myself ready to go to work. I could spend a whole day watching those birds, but work had to be done.

I quickly set about preparing breakfast for myself. I settled for bacon, cheese and eggs to be served with buttered bread.

Within a record time the food was ready. I ate the food slowly but rapidly.

After I was done with the meal, I put the leftovers in the fridge and took the dirty plates to the kitchen to be washed later.

“Baby, it’s about time for you to take your shower and prepare for work,” I said to myself. I usually preferred eating before taking my shower or bath, for some others it’s the exact opposite, but for me, taking my meal after washing is a no-no.

I moved into my shower and adjusted the temperature for hot water While doing this, I looked into the mirror to see how my body was faring. I scrutinized my face very well and everything seemed to be just OK. My black hair still retained its lush and well-cared-for look, flowing only to my neck. My bright, light blue eyes still retained its brightness. My pointed nose sitting well atop my lush, round lips helped my oval shaped face to still retain its beauty.

Other parts of my body still looked cool. I had not lost flesh in any part of my body. Rather, I had gained some weight in the most important places. Thank goodness, Brian’s betrayal had not taken a negative toll on my body.

I finished my shower very quickly, wrapped my towel around my waist and went right back into my room. After I was done applying all the lotions and creams to the right places, I settled to put on my work clothes.

My favorite work clothes are skirt suit so today would not be an exception. I took the clothes from the closet and slid into them one by one. I had my suits in three colors of Black, Brown and Gray. I settled for Black today. I slid into my skirt first, then the white button up shirt with collar and then the suit on top. I completed the dressing with a black shoe to match.

I looked at myself in my bedroom full-size mirror to ensure all was OK with my outfit. Satisfied, I stepped out of my two-bedroom apartment and headed towards my car. The time was already 6:30 am. The official resumption time of the company I worked for is 7:00 am. I had to be fast so that I didn't arrive late to the office. Barring any traffic hold-ups, I should arrive well before time.

Just as I started the engine of my car and waited for it to fully warm, I received a call on my cell phone. It was from Miss Rose Cooper, my friend and confidant of many years.

“Good morning, Jill,” she greeted.

“A very good morning to you, too, Rose. It's nice to hear from you again,” I replied.

“How have you been?” she asked. “I haven't heard from you in a while.” l swallowed hard, not willing to reveal the details of my break-up with Brian on phone.

“Everything is fine with me, except for some issues with Brian.” I noted. She paused for a few seconds, then spoke again.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been quarrelling with Brian again?” she enquired.

“Well, quarrelling would be an understatement, but I won't be able to provide details on phone. I’d prefer we meet one on one,” I’d responded.

“OK, dear, I suggest we meet when you are free or better still over the weekend,” she said.

“OK,” I agreed. With that, she ended the call.

I arrived at the Software company where I worked at about 6:50 am. The blue and white combination of its paint stood it out among surrounding buildings. The well landscaped lawns and constantly trimmed flowers and grasses added to its beautiful ambience.

I alighted briskly from my car and moved quickly into my office to prepare for the day’s work.

Today had been a very busy day for me. I’d attended a meeting which ended by 3 pm and I was back in my office. Just then, there was a soft knock on my door. The door opened and a man poked his head in and hesitated for a few seconds as if waiting for my permission. I recognized the face immediately. It was John, a co-worker in another department of the company. John had been on my trail for quite a while, but I’d never really taken him seriously. I only began to pay him attention after it became evident I would break up with Brian.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” he greeted.

“Afternoon, Mr. Ashley,” I replied.

“How has your day been so far?” he asked, smiling broadly and looking directly into my eyes. “Great, Mr. Ashley,” I responded. “And yours?” I asked.

He eyed me again before he replied, “Cool.”

I motioned him to a seat. “Are you just having a look as usual, or there is something we can discuss?” I asked. He cleared his throat.

“Yea I came by to say hello to you as usual and also to tell you how beautiful you are.” I blushed.

“Thanks for your compliments.” I said.

“It's more than a mere compliment, my dear. Since the first time I set my eyes on you, I had a genuine feeling of love for you. It’s a feeling that comes genuinely from my heart. You might be wondering why I’ve not worked up the courage to tell you about this until now. I guess it had to do with the fear of getting rejected.”

I sighed. “Well, what do I say? I’m quite open to your proposal if only you are sincere and genuine.”

He continued, “Believe me, I’m very sincere and honest about this. I had been making passes at you ever since I started working here in this company and I know you understood my moves. I promise to love you with the whole of my heart and never take you for granted. Please accept me.” He pleaded.

“OK,” was the only response I could give.

He then leaned across my table, cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. I responded by sticking my tongue into his mouth while enjoying the moment of sheer bliss. Our mouths remained glued together for about one minute before we disengaged.

As soon as we disengaged, he said “I love you so much,” to which I replied, “Love you too.” In a few seconds, he had opened my door and left.

I was left reflecting on what had just taken place immediately he left. What if someone had entered my office while we were locked in that passionate kiss? It would have been a bit scandalous. Thankfully nobody did. But then, no amount of guilt or remorse could obliterate or even lessen the affection I had started to feel for this guy.

John Ashley, my new sweetheart was tall and light skinned. He had short brown well cropped hair. His brown, piercing eyes sat handsomely atop his flat nose and thin but lush, well-formed lips. All these together made his oval shaped face very handsome. He was dressed in black suit with black shoes to match. He simply looked gorgeous.

As soon as the workday was over, I entered my car and started my journey back home.