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The Mediterranean Guesthouse Chapter 6 - the end

Date: 1/22/2015, Categories: Anal, First Time, Author: arsch_chiis, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

finished shopping I drive to the nearby hills. The sun is up, but it isn’t so hot today, there is a cool breeze that is blowing in from the sea. The sea is hazy in the distance as I stop on the side of the road to look at the peaceful hilly countryside. It is a paradise. The silence, the weather, the warmth of the sun on my skin. Why do I have to live in a place which is dark and cold for most of the year? Why did my ancestors have the crazy idea to go up there in the cold north? But my work is there and my life is there. The sensible thing, the only thing I can do is leave back home. Why does it feel so difficult? Why does it feel so wrong? Part of me is wishing that my life would change. That by some miracle, I would live here, in the warm Mediterranean. But I know such miracles don’t happen. I drive back to the house when it is getting time for me to leave to the airport. Somehow I feel that more time with Kate is only going to make the leaving more difficult. I pack my bags to the rental car in the afternoon heat. It feels so long ago when I stepped out from the car into the late evening dark night when I got here. It was only a week ago, it seems so unbelievable. So much has happened. Have I changed? I think what I have lived through here this week has changed me. I am bolder now. I can be open, and I can trust myself and I can trust others. Kate is coming outside to walk me to my car. ‘Kate, thank you. I am so glad I chose to come here.’ ‘I am happy that you came here ... too. Very happy.’ she answers me. I wonder should I tell her how I feel. Do I feel anything more than friendship for her? Can one find out in a week? Can one learn to like someone that fast? More than like someone? ‘Kate, I like you. I really would love it if you came to visit me some time.’ ‘Archie, I like you too. And yes, I will try to find the time. I am sad that you are leaving, but you have your life to go back to, and we always knew you would have to leave today. Write to me?’ ‘I will.’ We hug, and I kiss her for the final time. She feels so good in my arms, and her hair smells so good, so familiar now. It can’t be helped, I have to go. Stepping in the car, I roll down the window to let out the heat. ‘If you have any problem in the airport, or any problem with your flight, call me?’ she says as I back out from the driveway. ‘I will.’ Not that I expect there to be any problem. ‘Bye, Kate.’ ‘Bye, Archie.’ And I drive away from the most amazing vacation I have ever had. At the airport, I return the rental car and get inside the terminal. I have plenty of time before the flight leaves. Even the check in isn’t open yet. I decide to wait in the bar, sipping a beer. Sitting down in the table with the pint in front of me, I look back at the last time I was here, in the airport, half dead from the long day in the office followed by the four hour flight. Little did I know what was ahead of me. Meeting Christine and Julien, the amazing sex we had with them on the first two nights. ...