A New Kind of Love

by Cindy

I am sitting in a sidewalk café in romantic Paris spying all the romantic lovers around me. As I look at them, it is obvious that they are not shy about professing their love. I close my eyes and think of how I should have been one of those star-crossed lovers.

The story of how I got to be here tonight is a short and sad one. I was about to be married when one week before the wedding my fiancé decided to call off the wedding. I was devastated. Everything had been planned and paid for, relatives were coming in from out of town, and I was having my final fitting on my wedding dress. I must admit, the jerk did take responsibility for all the bills and money I lost. Unfortunately, he did not take responsibility for my losses of the heart. Those losses I would need to deal with myself. Begrudgingly, he gave me the ticket to France and the rest of the honeymoon that was already booked and paid for. I was very glad to take it and get away from all my friends and relatives and their well meaning but annoying pity. I had enough pity for myself. Well, that is the story of how I came to be here. It was here in Paris that a new story unfolded. A story that I would never forget and would stay with me always.

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I was about to get up and leave the cafe when my waiter seated a man at the small table next to me. The man was gorgeous. "They do not make them that way back in the states," I thought. He had coal black hair, bronze skin, and eyes the color of cocoa. I quickly seated myself back down and ordered a fourth drink. I wanted to enjoy this vision as long as possible, or at least until his date arrived. A man looking like he was touched by the heavens would surely be meeting some beautiful Parisian woman. My heart started to palpitate as I heard him start to talk.

"Normally, I would just have a coffee but tonight I feel like a glass of red wine," he said.

"As you wish Monsieur," the waiter turned and walked toward the bar.

His voice was as beautiful as he was. He made ordering a glass of wine sound like poetry. My heart was starting to beat faster and I do not think it was because I was on my fourth glass of wine. I could not help but stare. He was wearing a plain cotton white short-sleeved shirt and black trousers; he certainly was not a Parisian jet setter the way he was dressed. He also had with him a small black duffel bag that looked like it received quite a bit of use. Unfortunately, as I was making these mental notes I was not being discreet because unexpectedly I heard his voice.

"Excuse me, may I help you with something," he asked with a voice that turned me to butter.

Taken aback, I knew I had to quickly think of an excuse. "I am sorry I was just wondering what the correct time was. You see I just arrived from the States and I have yet to set my watch to the correct time," I lied as I hid my watch, which indeed did display the exact time. "I did not mean to bother you."

"No bother at all, it is 10:30 p.m. Paris time. What time does that make it in the States? Do you feel like sleeping all day or staying awake all night?" laughed the stranger.

"A little of both," I smiled.

"If 10:30 is not too late and you are not too tired please come over and join me- that is if you are not expecting someone," he quickly added.

"No, I am not," I said grateful that he made the first move and there seemed to be no mysterious woman in the picture.

"Tell me, what is a beautiful lady such as you doing in a place like this alone tonight?" he asked leaning over the table.

As I told him my tale of woe, he seemed to sound and look genuinely concerned about my plight. I soon felt he was no longer a stranger but a true friend. His eyes were so hypnotic I felt I could and would tell him anything. I then realized we did not even introduce ourselves.

"My goodness, you do not even know my name. My name is Bridget Conway and I am from Chicago. What is your name?" I asked.

"My name is Matt Rodriguez," he said extending a well-toned arm to me and flashing his pearly white teeth.

"It is certainly nice meeting you Matt. Now you know my story what about you. Are you here for business or pleasure?" I queried.

"Neither really, I just lost something that was part of my life since I was a boy and I guess I just needed to get away and think," Matt shrugged.

Matt looked very introspective and deep as he answered me. It was if he was pondering one of his life's biggest problems and there was a problem with every possible solution he found.

Softly touching Matt's strong forearm I whispered, "I am so sorry, it may not look like it now but things will look brighter in the morning. Thinking the only way to sit here in the café with Matt was to keep ordering drinks I was asking for the waiter until Matt stopped me.

"Bridget, I know it is none of my business and that you have had a bad time of it recently but don't you think you have had enough to drink? Another drink won't help you will it?" He smartly pointed out.

"I guess you are right," I admitted somewhat embarrassed. "Where are you staying tonight, maybe we could share a cab or something," I suggested still wanting to spend as much time near this man as possible.

"You see, I do not really have a place yet. I just got here and I am not sure where I will be staying," Matt's beautiful tongue was tripping all over his words. It was obvious he was embarrassed about something.

"I am staying at the Ritz! I sold my fiancés' ticket and upgraded my hotel. I figured I deserved it after all that bastard put me through, excuse my language but speaking of him is a sore spot with me. Anyway, why don't you come back to my hotel and we will see if we can find a place for you to stay." I suggested.

"I don't really have the money," he finally admitted.

"Forget about that right now. Anyway, be the gallant gentleman that you are and make sure I get home safe. The wine has made me a bit unsteady," I admitted grateful to have such an excuse.

Matt then pulled out my chair and helped me to my feet. He took my hand and led me down the block where we caught a cab.

"Ritz, please," I heard him say to the cab driver.

I settled back in the seat with Matt close by. He tilted his head toward me and said, "Are you all right?"

My stomach was starting to do flip-flops and it was not because of the wine. Matt was sitting so close to me we were touching. Eventually I put my head on his shoulder and my hair fell in my eyes. He took his hands and gently pulled it back behind my ears. Smiling he whispered, "we are about there, don't go to sleep yet." He was right; we were soon at the hotel. Soon he said the words I did not want to hear that night, "good-bye."

"You should be all right now. It was nice meeting you Bridget and I hope things start looking up for you soon. You are a very beautiful girl and will make some man very happy-remember that," his hand reached out to shake mine.

All I could think of was when you are in Paris do as the Parisians do - kiss don't shake hands! No, what I really wanted more than that kiss was him to come up to my room.

"No Matt, don't go. Please come up. We will get some food from room service. Neither one of us has anywhere to go tonight. You are the only person I know in this city- in this entire country," I pleaded with him- not wanting Matt to vanish like a dream.

"Are you sure you do not want to go to sleep instead of have company?" Matt asked. I answered him by taking his arm and leading him to the elevator. While in the elevator I fished my key card out of my purse. When we arrived at my door Matt took my key and opened the door. It was obvious by his face and eyes that he was not use to such luxurious accommodations.

"Pretty nice, isn't it?" I said flopping down on the sofa.

"It is unbelievable. I have always lived in very sparse surroundings," Matt said.

"Put down your bag and make yourself at home," I said. "Let's get the room service menu. We have been together most of the night so I know you have not eaten, what do you think you want," I said. "You didn't eat yet, did you?"

"No, I just had a roll and coffee on the plane over here from Italy this morning," Matt admitted.

"So, my mystery man is from Italy? I smiled

Matt laughed as he said, "I am Spanish born and bred. Let us just say that I have been working there.

"You said you lost something very dear to you, is that where all this happened? I asked.

"A sandwich and a diet Coke, he answered back, slyly evading my question.

"What? What are you talking about?" I said looking at him confused and expecting to hear some life confession.

"You wanted to know what I wanted to eat, a sandwich and a diet Coke," he repeated.

OK, so he did not want to tell me about Italy, I was not going to press him. I worked hard to get him here and I was not going to loose him. "Matt, I am going into the other room to call Room Service. Why don't you lay down here on the sofa and rest," I suggested. Matt must of thought it an excellent idea because he immediately lay down.

I went into the bedroom and called room service who told me it would be approximately 15-20 minutes at the earliest before the food would come. I knew I had the time so I took a quick shower. Afterwards, I dried off and put on one of the thick, oversize bathrobes that hotels like the Ritz provide for its' clientele.

As I walked back into the living room, I noticed that Matt was in the same position on the sofa as he was when I left. He had fallen asleep. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone showing his chest hair while the sheerness of his white, cotton shirt displayed two beautifully formed nipples on his chest. As I looked further down the body of this sleeping Adonis I noticed his tight round buttocks.

While I was looking at Matt and imagining what he would look and feel like naked I heard a loud knock at the door that quickly jolted me out of my fantasies. I quickly jumped up to get the door so as not to disturb Matt but I was too late. As I took the food from the waiter, I noticed Matt was rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He obviously did not remember how he got here and was trying to get his bearings.

"I am so sorry, I fell asleep. I really should go," he said while getting up and straightening his clothes to look more presentable.

"No, please don't go. The food just came and you have nowhere else to go. You can just stay here. There is plenty of room. I get two free breakfasts tomorrow," I smiled.

"If you are sure it would not be too much trouble. After all, we have only known each other a few hours and a strange man in your hotel room can be dangerous. I do want to assure you I am not that kind of man. You have nothing to worry about," he said earnestly.

"I could tell right away you were not that kind of man, now let us eat our sandwiches," I said placing the two plates on the table.

We were both ravenous and quickly and quietly finished our meal. Upon finishing, Matt asked if he could take a shower. I led him to the bathroom and while he showered I fixed the sofa up with a sheet, blanket, and pillow.

Within 10 minutes, Matt walked out of the bedroom wearing the other luxurious bathrobe the hotel provided. He did not dry himself completely because water was still dripping down his muscular legs and the water made his short straight hair turn into ringlets.

"I will be going to bed now if it is OK with you," Matt asked. " I have had a rough day." He then climbed onto the sofa thanking me for making it up for him and then started to fall asleep right before my eyes.

"OK then, goodnight, feel free to sleep as late as you wish." I reluctantly walked into the bedroom alone. I took off my robe and put on an old tee shirt to sleep in instead of the French negligée I had bought for my honeymoon. There would be no human contact for me tonight I thought. I quickly fell into slumber land myself.

It was about 3:00 a.m. when I awoke to hear moans and cries. At first I thought the noise came from the room next door but upon hearing it, better I realized it was coming from the living room. I ran to see Matt and saw him thrashing about the sofa. He had tossed the covers off with all this movement. The belt on his robe had also come loose and had fallen under the sofa in all the commotion. I could not help but notice his muscular legs and then my eyes traveled from his thighs to his penis. It looked like every woman's dream. Matt was asleep as I leaned over him and kissed him on the mouth.

"You are safe Matt. No one or nothing can harm you now. I will not let it." As I said that I put both of my hands on his shoulders and cradled him in my arms. Whether it was inadvertent or not Matt reached out to me unaware of his semi-nude state.

"I am so sorry Bridget. Did I wake you? The last few days I have been having bad dreams," he said half-asleep.

"Shhh, why don't you sleep in the other bed in the bedroom? There is no room for you to get a proper nights' rest on this sofa. There are two queen-size beds in there. I do not care. After all, it is stupid for one bed to be empty - we are two adults," I said.

Matt then silently let me lead him into the bedroom and I quietly tucked him in.

"I just want to thank you Bridget. You didn't have to do this for me, any of it," Matt confessed weakly.

"Just get some rest," I said for the first time noticing that I was only wearing a very sheer T-shirt and it proudly displayed a very wet pussy.

"Thanks for staying with me tonight," as he said that he reached out his hand and clasped mine.

I do not know what made me say it but I immediately said," I will stay here with you until you fall asleep, O.K.?" Matt smiled and closed his eyes.

I sat next to Matt on the bed and watched him slowly fall asleep. As he breathed his robe would slowly open and display the black curls on his bronzed chest. Something drew me to lean down and kiss him gently on the lips. I looked up and saw that Matt was asleep. The covers were at his waist and it was obvious that the hair below his belly button was leading to every woman's fantasy. I took my hand and gently ran it down his chest; I then kissed each nipple softly. My body felt a deep need to go further but upon seeing Matt sleeping so angelic and peaceful I wondered if it would be right to do such a thing to a man such as this. Eventually my physical needs took precedence over my conscience. As I moved my hand under the cover, I felt myself getting wetter. I quietly sat up on the bed Indian style to better reach my obsession. I felt Matt start to harden. I moved my hand between his thighs and felt him and all of a sudden, I heard a shudder.

Matt slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. He was eye level with my exposed pussy. He was starting to turn a deep red, he could not help but stare at it-you would think he never saw a woman's cunt before!

I was as embarrassed as Matt for my hand was still resting between his thighs. "You caught me. I am sorry. It is just that I am supposed to be on my honeymoon tonight and I felt so alone and you were there so beautiful," I started to cry.

"Shhh, shhh come here," Matt pulled me toward him and I laid my face in the crook of his arm. Bridget it is quite a compliment to me that you wish to make love to me. There is something you do not know about me," Matt admitted.

I lifted my head and looked into Matt's eyes and said, "You are married?"

"No", Matt said as he shook his head.

"Then you are gay! How can I be so stupid? I flopped back onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Here it is the night of what was suppose to be my honeymoon and I am trying to seduce a gay man in Paris!" My eyes started to tear up. Suddenly, Matt turned me on my side.

Matt smiled and laughed," no, you are not seducing a gay man. As I turned my head away from him Matt gently pulled my arm and said, "please, Bridget, look at me. Yes, I was attached and I loved her very much. I did not think I could and ever would leave her. She was my life. Then things happened to open my eyes. A friend of mine once told me that the truth would set me free. A life-altering event provided that truth. Now I feel free."

"I am sorry Matt, I know how it is when you lose someone you love," I admitted thinking about my ex-fiancée whom I still carried a torch for."

"For me it was not someone, but something. The church. You see, I left the church. I was a priest. That is what I meant when I said there was something about me that you did not know.

"So you lost your faith in God?" I asked feeling a little funny speaking about God while lying in bed in only a tee shirt.

"No, in fact God has seen me through this pain. I feel I can serve God better now if I am also not serving the church. So you see, like yourself I felt that I have lost something dear to me. It is hard to break from the old and start anew," Matt said as he sat up against the backboard.

"Matt, I think we can start anew together tonight," I said moving closer to him.

"Bridget, I told you I was a priest and I have been serving God as one since I was a teenager. I think you are beautiful, but I cannot. I mean I never…let me just say I have always been faithful to my vows," Matt admitted.

"Then tonight Matt it will be that much more special for you-for both of us. There is nothing you need to know to make love. It all comes naturally. I believe a man like you will make it even more beautiful." Being a little curious I asked," Haven't you ever thought about it - sex, I mean?"

"I have wondered what it would be like. Although I never thought of doing it. I have always been true to my faith," Matt repeated.

"You don't have an excuse to just wonder about it anymore do you?" I said snuggling closer to Matt.

"No, you are right. I now have to admit I am just scared," admitted Matt.

"Remember, earlier tonight when you had that nightmare and I came in the living room and said, "don't be scared, I will take care of you?" I want to repeat that, "don't be scared Matt, I will take care of you. Please trust me."

Matt smiled and showed me his answer by sliding down the sheets. I immediately joined him. I slowly pushed his robe off his shoulders and then off the bed. It was obvious that he was embarrassed by a woman looking at his naked body so I pulled the covers up to his waist. He seemed grateful for my actions. I then sat up and pulled off my tee shirt revealing two firm breasts. I soon heard a gasp from Matt. "I never saw anything like it," Matt said as his breath quickened.

"The only thing better then seeing them is tasting them," I said leaning over his mouth and offering him a breast. Looking at Matt and seeing the excitement in his eyes excited me. He pulled me closer to take in as much as possible. Matt's tongue was exciting me so I unknowingly took his hand and pulled it down my body. I wanted him to feel my wetness, to know what he was doing to me. "Finger fuck me, finger fuck me," I said urgently. Matt took his mouth from my breast and looked at me quizzically.

"I am sorry," forgetting that this was Matt's first foray into sex. I then pulled his fingers down to my wet clit and moved it in and out and back and forth. "That is what it means."

Although Matt was now working on my other breast with his mouth he slowly started to do some exciting things with his fingers. At first, I felt bad; these were the same fingers that would say the rosary everyday. Now they are providing me with one of the most exciting orgasms I ever had. Quickly I forgot where Matt's hands had been but was concentrating on where they were now and what they were doing.

My naked body was lying on his and I could feel his penis growing and the semen that was starting to surround it. I took my hand, glided it across Matt's' washboard stomach, and then stopped to play with his pubic hair. He started to groan.

"Honey if you thought that caused a groan, wait until you feel this. With that I took my fingers and started to tickle his enlarged balls. His knees both jerked up and his back lifted off the bed. I then took both of my hands and gently wrapped them around his penis. I did not think it possible but he seemed to be growing even bigger then he already was.

"Bridget, I do not know if I can do this. It feels so good it hurts, is that how it is suppose to be," Matt sputtered out his mind in oblivion.

"Yes, love. Scream out if that helps. Say my name. Hold onto that feeling as long as possible though," Bridget advised.

I slowly straddled Matt's' knees. I then lowered myself onto him and took him in my mouth. Matt instinctively put both legs around my shoulders. Matt soon learned to thrust vigorously.

"I do not know if I can stay," Matt said as he groped for me. "No, no…screamed Matt as he released himself with a woman for the very first time. Matt's body was sweating and though I swallowed most of Matt's seed, some of it had spurted out onto his stomach and the bed. Matt was hyperventilating and on closer inspection, I saw that he had tears in his eyes.

I moved up and sat next to Matt. With all the activity the sheets had been kicked off. I looked at his naked body and wondered how he could have kept it in hiding from a woman until tonight. The man was perfect. God truly did a remarkable job. Even with his hair tousled, perspiration running down his forehead, and his body sticky from semen he was a remarkable sight. He probably did not even realize what a spectacular sight he was to behold. After admiring Matt I eventually took a Kleenex from the side of the bed and gently wiped the perspiration off Matt's face and chest. He tried to talk but was too spent.

"Shh! You are supposed to feel this way, rest. Let me just tell you. No one would ever think this was your first time, and I have been with quite a few men," I admitted.

Suddenly Matt spoke softly, "hold me Bridget. Hold me tight. I lay on my side facing him putting my arms around his strong chest. He took his hand and placed it on my buttocks. He then kissed my lips gently. I opened my lips seeing if he would accept the invitation. He soon did and his tongue joined mine. Matt still had his hand on my bathrobe and he pulled me even closer toward his penis, which was growing hard once more.

"Let me open myself to you my love," I whispered. I then turned on my back so that my hands were still around Matt's back and I pulled him on top of me. I t was then that I opened my legs proudly to Matt. I provided the first access to a woman that he had ever had.

"I won't hurt you will I? Matt asked worriedly.

I smiled and said, "That is what the girl usually worries about her first time. It is not my first time.

"It is just since I have never done this I might be too rough. Please tell me if I am hurting you," Matt said truly concerned about my well being.

All I could think of is "What a man." If men only knew that that kind of thinking adds so much to their ability to make love.

Slowly I reached out to Matt and pulled him toward my body. The feel of his swollen penis was making me hard and wet.

Matt looked at me and said, "I can feel that am not the only one getting wet down there. May I look?"

"Please do," knowing that the excitement of his two prying eyes would be the beginning of my descent over the edge.

Matt sat up on the bed right next to my thigh and gently leaned over and kissed my pubic hair. He said some words of adoration in Spanish and then he took his hand and slowly parted my thighs with them. I shuddered as he touched me.

"Am I making you feel good?" Matt asked, both proud and somewhat surprised at how easy it was to create that wonderful feeling of heaven on earth.

"You have no idea how good you are making me feel," I gasped.

He then took his fingers and found my private spot. I jumped and started talking incoherently to him. Unaware of all he was saying.

Suddenly I saw his head move down to my cunt. His luscious tongue started to work right away. First he started teasing me and then he parted my lower lips with his fingers so he could get in deeper with his mouth. I was shouting as he did when I went down on him. I cried out, "This feels so good it hurts." I placed my legs around his neck and pulled him closer to me to create thrusts that are more vigorous. My body soon had to give out and I climaxed and started shuddering so bad that Matt had to lean down to hold me, not sure if anything was wrong.

I was lying flat on my back trying to get control of myself as Matt moved beside me. "Did I make you feel good, I wanted to make you feel as you made me feel. I have always thought that making love would never be complete unless both the man and woman is satisfied," he whispered. He then kissed me gently on the forehead.

"Matt, you made me fill more then good. You have helped me to learn a whole new way to make my love. No one else could ever do that. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart," I said gratefully.

"Bridget, you too have brought something wonderful and new to my life and I want to thank you," Matt replied.

"Well, I am not finished yet," I smiled.

"Another lesson? And I thought school was over for the night," laughed Matt.

"This subject is more like recess, you will love it," I said as I moved Matt on top of me.

"This part is the part where I thought I would hurt you," Matt whispered. Realizing that he was soon to be inside of me.

"You feel hard and ready," I said as I parted my legs for Matt's initial entrance to a woman.

Matt slowly entered me and then picked up speed until he and I were at a frenetic rhythmic pace. He soon slowed a little in his movement and said, "I like it fast but I also want to see you down there. I want to see the place that is providing me with so much magic.

Matt's voice and eyes were the beginning of my climax. I could tell that Matt was about to come also. His breathing was ragged as was mine. We soon climaxed together and he fell on top of me in a heap. Unable to talk we just held each other very tightly while our weary bodies came back to this earth.

"Well, Father Rodriguez, what do you think your parishioners would think of you now?" Asking that one question was the biggest mistake I made all evening. Matt immediately pulled the sheet around his waist and got up. He walked into the bathroom. Naked, I followed him in.

"Matt, what is it? What did I say?" I was unaware of what I could have said or done that could effect him so.

"How could you call me by that title when I am in bed making love to you? I may not be a priest anymore but I still respect the teachings of the church and the sanctity of the title of Priest. Maybe I was wrong to do this so soon after leaving the church," Matt said, still holding the sheets around his waist.

"Matt, you are not looking at me. There was nothing wrong with what you did-with what we did tonight," I insisted while filling our whirlpool with water. 'Come join me. It is a bathtub built for two for a reason," I said as I stepped in the tub and reached my hand out to him.

"You are not even looking at me," I said surprisingly. Is it because I am naked? My gosh, you were just going down on me like there was no tomorrow and now you don't even want to look at me? It is obvious that you do not want me to see you or you would not be holding that sheet so tight around your waist. For your information, your sheet is being held a little too tight because there is a very definite outline of your beautiful genitalia-and it even looks like the sheet is getting damp. I want look at you. Come on and get in the water.

Matt soon relented and only dropped the sheet as he entered the water. "I guess what I did tonight just hit me all of a sudden," Matt said looking confused.

Well, I am glad that I was with you when it did," I then leaned back against Matt's broad chest and before I laid back I turned to him and said, "do you mind?"

He smiled and said, "no, not at all. In fact why don't you get real comfortable?" With that he opened his legs and I slid in between his thighs, his penis tickling my back.

"Matt what will you do now? Go back to Spain, the States, what? I asked leaning my face on his shoulder.

"I am not sure. I am trained in Army Intelligence. It would be nice if there were a peaceful and honest way to use that. My life is at a crossroads. Tonight helped me start that journey. I feel there will be many more twists and turns before my life is truly settled."

"You are lucky. Though you left the church, you still have your God to turn to. I was raised Catholic but I left the church and lost my faith long ago," Bridget admitted.

"No one truly loses God Bridget. He is always there, you just may not know he is," Matt confessed quietly.

"If anyone asks, should I say I found God in the bathtub here at the Ritz", I smiled

"If that is where you are that is where he is," Matt said now sounding more like a priest then a lover.

"Tonight has helped me to decide. I need to go back and talk to a friend of mine about my life, my future, and my past," Matt said looking into the air.

"Is it someone you knew from the church?" I asked inquisitively.

"No," laughed Matt. She is not even Christian. Maybe that is why I feel I can receive advice with no bias one way or the other."

Matt slowly got out of the tub in all his glory for me to see. "You are not too shy anymore," I smiled looking up and down his body glistening with drops of water.

"No, I am not too shy anymore-least not with you. I have always been a man who partakes and gives love but now I was able to give and receive a different kind of love and I thank you for that."

***

Matt left after we had breakfast that morning; he said he was going to see someone named Sharon. He was hoping he could help her as she had helped him. Her country was constantly waging war and he wondered if there was some knowledge he had in his background that could help them.

When my vacation was up I went back to Chicago and got used to the fact that I was not part of a couple any longer. For some reason, I was drawn to the Catholic Alumni dances that are held twice a month. It was there that I met my current fiancée. I wish that I knew where Matt Rodriguez was so I could tell him how much our evening together in Paris did for me for the rest of my life.