It was a late morning in May and I was seated in the sun in the front window of my favorite coffee shop in Portsmouth. I was well on my way to solving the daily Sudoku and all was right with the world.
As the New England regional sales rep for a number of high end flooring manufacturers, I made my rounds through my territory once a month. I had gotten into a routine on these trips and sitting in Profile between visiting a few designers in the southern New Hampshire market had become part of that routine. The cafe had a comfortable modern vibe in a cool little New England town and I always enjoyed an hour or so spent there having a coffee, reading the paper and slaying a difficult puzzle with my bare hands.
As I pondered the puzzle, I suddenly felt someone’s presence hovering just in front of me.
“Excuse me. Mr. Sloane?” a woman’s voice softly inquired.
I had always felt relatively anonymous on my business travels, so I was surprised to hear someone saying my name. I looked up to respond to the sweet voice making the inquiry and was immediately struck by two thoughts. Who was this gorgeous creature asking the question and how did she know my name?
If my morning was going to be interrupted, however, then having it be by a lovely young woman would certainly be my first choice. She looked familiar, but I wasn’t placing her. I know the confusion registered on my face, even though I was doing my best to process who she was. She quickly came to the rescue.
“I’m Madeline Crow,” she said, holding out her slender hand. “Maddy?” she asked hopefully.
Of course! How could I have forgotten this ravishing young lady? Then again, I hadn’t seen her in probably six or seven years, so my confusion could be chalked up to old age and context.
“Maddy Crow? Of course,” I stated with assurance. I could see her face relax as she saw the smile of recognition cross mine.
Maddy had played varsity high school soccer with my daughter, Alison, when she was a junior and Maddy was a senior. I couldn’t say that I knew Maddy well; she was a member of the soccer team and I knew her parents casually. But I do distinctly remember noticing her that year. She was a presence on the team as a senior, and not just for her athletic prowess. She moved and played the game with a grace and style befitting a beautiful woman playing any sport. And she was a truly stunning young lady. That had not changed.
Two memories quickly flashed through my head as I stood to shake her hand. One was watching the team practice in the pre-season that summer years ago. I remember this one tall graceful midfielder catching my eye. She was wearing a tight top with those short tights that girls wear these days, and she was bounding around the field with style. What was impossible to ignore in the garb she was wearing was the way her breasts heaved and bounced as she caromed from one side of the field to the other. They looked rather large for her slender frame and like they were barely being contained by whatever she was wearing underneath. That poor sports bra was just not up to the task. I know I should have been focusing on my own daughter that particular day, but I was entranced as I watched this young woman play soccer. I learned that her name was Maddy and watching her would be one of the bennies of attending each one of my daughter’s soccer games that season.
The other memory was a party we had had at our house on Labor Day that same season. My ex-wife had been a high profile realtor in Andover, Massachusetts during the heyday of our marriage and we had a home befitting of her status in the real estate community. Our house was well appointed and had a huge yard for the three girls to play in as they grew up, highlighted by a large pool overlooking the grounds. As parents we had always wanted our girls and their friends to use our house as much as possible, so we often opened it up for sports parties, pajama parties and other social affairs.
This particular party was for the girls’ soccer team and they turned out in force on that beautiful Labor Day afternoon. I commanded the grill in my blue jams and sunglasses and enjoyed watching the festivities as the young ladies bounded around our pool and relaxed in the late summer sunshine. I was in my prime physically at that time. I’d been working out and had a good tan that year, befitting the Italian heritage from my mother’s side. I was wearing a Sox hat and my long hair, though now white, was cascading over my ears. I was grilling shirtless and felt confident among all the youthful bodies on display that particular afternoon. I was king of the grill and loved dishing up burgers, dogs and brats for the assembled masses.
But, once again, I remember noticing Maddy on that particular day. It seemed like several times that afternoon we made eye contact. I can’t say there was any particular reason, or maybe it was just my imagination. I chalked the connection up to wishful thinking, but still remember how she looked in a one piece bathing escort kızılay suit.
It wasn’t that she was wearing a particularly provocative suit. It was just that she had one of those bodies that was impossible to hide in a skin tight one-piece, no matter how modest the cut. She had a very pert bottom that twitched so tightly when she walked, matched with long sleek legs that seemed to go on forever. Her long wavy dark brown hair was tied up that afternoon, highlighting her graceful neck and shoulders. But her breasts were once again very present, on display and impossible to ignore, at least for me. I used my shades to my advantage, pretending not to look when I clearly was. All the girls were trim and athletic. But Maddy stood out above the rest.
But those were fleeting images from a time gone by. I knew she had graduated and headed up to the University of New Hampshire. Life goes on and I had forgotten about her, quite honestly, until this moment as she stood shaking my hand. She was three or four inches shorter than my six feet, and I let go of her hand and put down my paper so I could give her my undivided attention.
“Maddy! Yes, of course. What a surprise? What are you doing here?”
A quick scan of her turquoise uniform and sneakers told me that she was a nurse of some kind.
“Well, I live in Portsmouth now. I’m a nurse at a pediatric clinic nearby and was just grabbing lunch.” She quickly turned the tables. “And how are you? How is Alison? And what are you doing in Portsmouth?” she inquired in rapid succession.
I quickly brought her up to speed on my three girls and my journeys as a sales rep and we made small talk for a few more minutes.
Damn, those eyes were captivating. I debated whether it was appropriate for me to invite her to sit for a minute, but I also didn’t want to upset the flow of our conversation. In the few short minutes that we conversed I found out that she had graduated from UNH, gotten married, gotten divorced, gone to nursing school and was now an RN. She told me what was going on with her older sisters, contemporaries of my two older daughters, and she also found out that I was now divorced.
I finally asked if she’d like to sit for a few minutes, but she glanced at her watch, as I feared she would, and realized she needed to be heading back to the clinic. My offer had broken the flow of our short, but very condensed, conversation.
“I’m sorry you can’t sit. I’d love to catch up some more, Maddy,” I offered.
“I’m sorry I can’t stay either,” she replied. “But, if you’re back through here on a regular basis, give me a heads up next time and we’ll have a coffee.”
As she said that she grabbed a pen from her pocket and leaned over to write her number on a napkin. She handed it to me and smiled. I must have looked dumbfounded at this turn in my morning ritual.
“I will most definitely do that,” I said.
“Good. Say hello to Alison for me,” she noted with a lovely smile. “Bye.”
And with that she turned and left. Even in the formless turquoise uniform I could still detect the twitch of her pert round bottom. I remained standing as the door closed and she sauntered off down the street toward her office.
What the hell had just happened?
I let the events of the morning percolate over the next few days and realized I had nothing to lose, and potentially everything to gain, by contacting her as she suggested. It was the fact that she had left her number that gave me hope that she might actually want me to follow through. I didn’t want to appear overeager, so I waited until the week prior to my next trip and texted her one morning, letting her know I would be in Portsmouth again on the following Tuesday and could work my schedule around hers. She responded within hours and we scheduled our coffee for 10:30 that Tuesday. To say I was looking forward to a second meeting would be a gross understatement.
She was in her nurse’s garb and sneakers again that Tuesday, but we were both a bit more relaxed. She had a half hour to meet and I ordered a coffee and she a jasmine tea. We sat at the same table we had met at the previous month and had a wonderful conversation. As we became a little more comfortable with one another I felt like I could probe a bit more. I shared more about the girls and delved peripherally into my divorce. I didn’t get into details, nor did she ask. But it was a topic of conversation and I now felt I could ask a few more leading questions about her own situation.
“Well, it’s a long story,” she began by saying. “I’d be happy to share the details someday down the road when we have more time and perhaps copious amounts of alcohol,” she said jokingly. “But the short story is I fell for a guy in a rock ‘n roll band named Johnny Aces. He was older and my parents hated him, especially my father. But I fell for him hard and we married in the summer after I graduated. It lasted two years – two crazy years when I was in nursing school. escort kolej Let’s just say it didn’t last, for a whole lot of reasons, and I asked for a divorce a year ago. Between two years of marriage and nursing school I had a ton of debt. So I have been working hard – both my job with the clinic as well as part time at the hospital – to pay down my loans. My social life sucks, but I’m slowly pecking away at my debt, which feels good.”
“Oh my. I’m sorry to hear that – all of it. What kind of fool would let someone like you go?”
“Like I said…a story for another day,” she smiled. “I wouldn’t mind sharing it with you, quite honestly. But, it’s long and complicated,” she added as she took another sip of her tea and looked at me over the rim of her cup. Good Lord, she was beautiful.
“Well, we’ll make it so, then.” I glanced at my watch. We still had a few minutes.
“You said your social life sucks. How can that be? This is a happening little town and you have jobs at a clinic and the hospital. You must come in contact with all sorts of docs and professionals and what have you?”
“Well, I’m not into the young docs, and the older guys, while more my cup of tea, are either married or creepy. Plus I don’t like to date guys where I work, so…” her voice tailed off for a second. “Honestly, I just haven’t had much time, more than anything. But it’s okay. Once I get my financial head above water I’ll start looking around. I’m just not there yet.”
I knew the time was getting on and I was happy to hear her answer. I glanced at my watch.
“Hmm. I also don’t want to make you late. It’s 11 and I know your time is limited.”
“Mmmm, thank you. Yes, I better be going.”
She stood and I watched her as she wrapped a light coat over her shoulders. I stood too to say goodbye. She gave me a light hug and a peck on the cheek as I put my hand lightly on her side.
“So, see you next month?” she inquired. I smiled. It was a question, but sounded more like a suggestion.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” I replied in return. “I’ll let you know when I’m coming through town again.”
We said our goodbyes and I watched her long lean form retreat.
Over the next two months we met twice more and each meeting was more comfortable. The third meeting, in fact, was for lunch, so we had even more time to compare notes and find out more about one another.
Aside from being a strikingly gorgeous woman, she was also great company. As our relationship deepened, our conversations stretched further afield. We found common ground in music, film, politics and humor. She may have been a youngster, but she was an old soul too. Even though I was more than twice her age of 25, we had much more in common than we did not. And, best of all, I could tell she was enjoying our time together as much as I was.
It was toward the end of our second lunch that I decided to push the envelope.
“So,” I began. “I have a proposal for you.”
“Ohhh. I love proposals,” she smiled sweetly. She must give the best TLC, I thought to myself.
“So my monthly trips are usually a couple day swing through New England and upstate New York. I stop here in Portsmouth early and usually spend the night up in Portland. But next month I was thinking of switching things up and spending a night here.” I paused; her face not giving away her thoughts. “And I thought I might take that opportunity to take you out to a proper dinner at a restaurant of your choice here in town.” I waited; my heart pounding.
“Oh my. A real date? I haven’t been on one of those in like…ever,” she laughed.
She hadn’t said no, so I pressed on. “You’d have to arrange your schedule and I’d have to see a few people that afternoon. But, we could eat late and, I don’t know, go out on the town?” I could see her smiling benignly and knew what must be running through her head. “You could get all gussied up,” I joked.
“What? You don’t like my hospital garb?” she asked, with a look of incredulity.
“Maddy. If you can rock a nurse’s outfit, you’d look good in anything.”
“Damn. I could get my gussy on!” she smiled.
I laughed. “You most certainly could.” She seemed to be warming to the idea, so I pressed on. “I know there are some wonderful restaurants in town. Where is a place you’d like to go?”
“Oh, there are, but I’ve never been to any of them. I guess I’ll have to ask around…and find the most expensive one!” she said, smiling broadly.
“All I can say is it would be my pleasure to treat you to a night on the town.” I could see her mind whirring.
“Hmmm. I guess I’ll have to go shopping,” she added.
“Well, you can, but you don’t need to. I suspect you’d look good in anything.”
“Yes, but I haven’t been shopping in so long and haven’t really had a reason to,” she explained. I loved that she seemed accepting of the whole notion. I saw her look at her nails. “And nursing does a number on my nails so a manicure may be in order. escort maltepe I looked at her long slender fingers and naughty erotic thoughts suddenly entered my mind. I shook them off.
“Well, you design the night – where we go, what we do. It will be my pleasure to escort you.”
She suddenly got a big smile on her face. “Maybe we could go dancing,” she exclaimed excitedly. I could cut a rug, so that idea was fine with me.
“Like I said, anything you want, Maddy.”
She looked at me with a warm expression of thanks and reached out to lightly touch my hand, resting on the table.
“Thank you, Mr. Sloane. You made my day.”
“Well, I’m glad. But, please, call me Peter. The Mr. Sloane stuff makes me feel old,” I said, with a grin.
“I like older,” she said, patting my hand again before withdrawing hers. “And I kind of even like calling you Mr. Sloane,” she added, with a somewhat lascivious grin. “But, I’ll give it a try…Peter.” She giggled.
We ended lunch on a high note and I left the coffee shop that day floating on a cloud. It was just a dinner. But who knew? And how wonderful would it be to see her in something other than a turquoise uniform and running shoes.
Our communications were a little more frequent in the coming weeks as Maddy kept me abreast of her shopping expeditions and various appointments for hair and nails. She was honestly excited for this date and knowing that fact filled me with joy.
It was about a week before my monthly trip when we had a texting session that really ratcheted up the level of anticipation on my end. Maddy had bought a dress and was having second thoughts about it.
Her:So I bought a dress!!
Me:That’s great! I can’t wait to see it.
Her:But I’m having second thoughts 🙁
Her: It looked good in the store, but I just tried it on again and…well, it’s kind of revealing.
Me: Why don’t you just wear it anyway and let me be the judge of that?
Her:Haha. I think I’m going to take it back.
Me:Noooooo. Go with your gut! It sounds perfect. Is it turquoise?
Her: Very funny, mister. I don’t know – it’s just super low cut. Not exactly Portsmouth garb.
Me:Then bring a shawl or sweater or something. You’ve got me completely curious now!
Her:Well, I’ll think about it. Ciao.
This was going to be a shock to the system – seeing her in anything but the nursing duds she’d been sporting the past two months. But I had a feeling she’d enjoy wearing something sexy and revealing. I think she needed to express herself in that way and I encouraged her without pushing too hard.
She settled on a restaurant in downtown and I made a reservation for 7:30 that Tuesday night. I asked for a quiet table and they said they would do what they could. Maddy lived in a small studio apartment – a rental unit attached to a main house – and she was within walking distance of town. So I floated the option of me picking her up and walking to the restaurant. She liked the idea, but had wanted to wear heels and wasn’t sure she wanted to walk too far. I wanted her to wear heels too and said so. We left it that we’d decide that night whether walking or driving would be best.
So as our date approached I found myself having daydreams about low-cut dresses, sexy heels and manicures. This was going to be one special night. She kept mentioning dancing, but I wasn’t aware, nor was she, of any clubs downtown. So we kept that idea on the back burner and made final plans for our date. I would pick her up at 7:15 and we’d go from there.
The day arrived and I was excited beyond belief. And, the best part was, I knew that Maddy was too. We had texted constantly in the days leading up to our date and some of them were even of a casual flirty nature. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself, but all the cards seemed to be falling into place for a truly magical evening.
Our Tuesday arrived and I went about my business in Portsmouth that day before finally checking into a local hotel. I got ready and was somewhat spruced up myself. I had a feeling we might both be a bit overdressed for a night out in Portsmouth, but I didn’t care. I knew how much time and effort she had put into getting ready for that night. So I wore a nice sport coat, black slacks, a white shirt and a cool striped knit tie. I thought I looked pretty dapper and dressed up enough to match whatever Maddy might have in store for me.
She’d hemmed and hawed about the dress and it appeared that it would be a game time decision as to whether she wore it, or not. So I held my breath that evening as I stood on her doorstep and lightly knocked on her door. It opened and there she stood – looking absolutely stunning.
I remembered her as a beautiful girl in high school and my opinion on that score had only strengthened in the past months as we’d shared coffees and lunches in her nurse’s garb. But nothing could have prepared me for how exquisitely beautiful she would be that evening when she answered the door. She was glowing…and was absolutely the sexiest thing I had ever laid eyes on.
It certainly appeared that she’d worn the now infamous little black dress as the bodice cradled her generous bust in a most seductive way. She saw me gape and giggled.