Julie Meets Her Prince Charming
Looking around again I see a man seated in the back looking down at his lap, probably a cell phone. Bet he's bored too. When this so called wedding wraps up I'm outa here. I'll leave on the false pretense of a washroom break.
In the back of the church, last row, sits a well dressed gentleman of about 55 or 60. No one else sits near him, a camera case on the chair next to him. Ken, like Julie, is bored with the proceedings. He can't wait to get outside in the large flower gardens and begin photographing, which is the only benefit of being here. The Horticultural Gardens building is a popular spot for weddings and, especially, the afterwards photo session. The flower gardens making for the perfect Wedding Photos.
After all, he's only at the wedding out of respect for a long time railway friend who is the grooms father. Speaking of the groom, he is a total asshole in Ken's opinion. Spoilt brat of a kid who grew up to be a spoilt brat of an adult. Imagine being partially drunk at your own wedding. Disgusting.
Finally the ceremony draws to an end. Julie makes her way to the washroom.
Ken slips out the back door heading straight for the flower gardens, wanting to begin his photography before the horde of wedding guests arrive.
At the washroom door Julie looks around, see's no one looking, and keeps going out the back door. Not paying much attention to her surroundings when she arrived, she now notices a large flower garden off to the side. Walking in that direction, she enters the garden. Her mouth drops open in surprise as her eyes take in the colourful beauty.
Coincidently Julie is wearing a floral print summer dress, formed tightly over her breasts and flaring out from her waist down. The dress falls along her thighs halfway to her knee's. It's a super cute summer dress.
Wandering about, cell phone in hand, Julie snaps photos of the numerous flowers. She is focused so much on what she is doing she doesn't see the other flower photographer in the gardens until its too late. She bumps into the man, hears an "ah shit" and quickly turns around.
"OHHH, I'm sorry!!"
"Ahh, no big deal it's just a photo. I'll take another," the man says.
"I'll move on and get out of your way," Julie says.
"Don't you dare leave me alone out here. I'll fit you into some of my photo's." The man says. "You'll blend in beautifully."
Pleasantly surprised with the mans reaction, Julie's face breaks into a wide smile and she holds out her hand, "Hi, I'm Julie. Pleased to meet you."
Smiling broadly, the man takes Julie's hand, shakes it and adds, "I'm Ken, a pleasure meeting you also Julie. My goodness, you are beautiful and very photogenic.. May I?" holding the camera out for observation.
"Of course you can," smiling, "you are very complimentarily." Changing the subject, "Some wedding eh. What a disaster. I give them less than 6 months."
"Not me, I bet they won't last until the honeymoon," laughing. "The asshole, excuse my french, the groom was plastered. Can you believe that? At his own wedding. And, the only reason I'm here is for my friend, the grooms dad."
"Doesn't that sound familiar. I'm here only because a girlfriend wanted me to accompany her. Thank god this beautiful garden is here to entertain us."
We walk about amongst the flower beds, Ken clicking away with his camera, photographing me with the flowers. From time to time issuing instructions.
"Twirl around and let the dress flare out."
"Good, good, good." Click, click, click.
"Undo a couple buttons and do it again." Click, click.
"It's good, being daring, adding a little risque into the mix. You don't mind do you? I'll stop if it offends you Julie."
"Of course not Ken. As long as you don't want me naked," giggling.
Ken laughs, "Not here amongst the flowers Julie. It might upset them to be upstaged." We both laugh.
"Ken, you are such a sweetie. I bet your wife is a very happy woman."
"My wife passed away last year. I wear the ring out of habit and to remember her. If I were ever to meet another woman to marry I'm sure I'd remove it."
"Oh Ken. I'm sorry to be have been so insensitive. Please, please forgive me."
"Already done sweetie. Do you mine me calling you sweetie? I actually prefer 'babe' much more but then I'd be taking liberties I'm not entitled too."
"Actually, 'babe' has a ring to it. I've never been called babe. I like it, but only after a romantic dinner." Giggling.
Ken's eyes light up.
"Oops. was that too forward?"
Ken laughs, "Yep, it was, and I know the perfect restaurant, an Italian restaurant.
Great cuisine, dim lighting and soft background music. Very romantic. Are you up for it, after only knowing me for an hour?"
"No moss growing under your feet Ken." Giggling. "I'd love to join you. It is so refreshing meeting you, especially on such a disastrous day as today has been."
"Me too Julie. I have a good feeling about you. More photos?," a bright smile on his face.
I do another twirl for him and finish with a curtsy, "As you wish kind Sir."
We both giggle.
An hour later with several hundred photos taken and plenty of laughs and giggles mixed in with our chatting, my phone rings. It's my girlfriend informing me she has met a guy and is staying for the wedding reception.
Ken looks at me after I finish the call, a frown creasing my face.
"My slutty girlfriend is staying for the reception so she can get laid, leaving me without a ride home."
"No problem. Easy solution." Ken smiling. "I'll drive you home. My pleasure. Actually, I'd love too. Besides, here come the wedding party for their photos. Good time for us to split."
"Oh Ken," Walking over to him, "You are a doll," Leaning into him, standing on my tip toes and kissing him.
"My goodness. I'll need to give you more rides." Laughing. "I've enough photographs for today and we need a change of activities anyways. I think we've both managed to put the wedding behind us, we've had a wonderful time with the flowers becoming acquainted with one another and now it's moving on time. A drive to your house, dinner in a romantic Italian restaurant and a walk along the sea wall later.
You up for it Julie?"
"Only if you call me 'babe' henceforth." Laughing. C'mon we need to splitsville."
I guide Ken along the way to my home, which in actual fact is a fourplex in the university district. Ken eyes the building up, looks at me and comments, "Student residence?"
"Only if that student is a professor. I teach here Ken," laughing, "How young do you think I am?"
"Obviously older than you look. My mistake," Looking embarrassed.
"I'll drop by in an hour to pick you up for supper. Okay?"
"Perfect. Time for a shower and wardrobe change. See ya in an hour Ken."
On the drive home Ken is elated with himself and somewhat confused. Elated for the lovely photographs and having met Julie. Confused because she actually seems to like him. They communicated, laughed and got along wonderfully. Except for the 'student' gaffe he did quite well associating with such a young person. Thinking, I wonder how old she is? Obviously not 20 or 25, which was his guess. At least my error was on the right side, guessing younger. He laughs to himself.
Julie, as she enters her apartment, smiles to herself. He thought I was a student, giggling. What a sweet man. A student. That would make me 20 to 25 years old and not almost 30, my actual age.
Undressing, going thru the shower and drying herself off, Julie ponders what to wear. Something attractive for supper but not slutty and warm enough for later, a shawl for over her shoulders, for a walk along the sea wall. High heels and sneakers for later. Thinking, the dress she wore for the wedding would be perfect but she's already used it.
Standing in front of the mirror admiring her almost 30 year old body, she smiles.
Standing at 5 feet 7 inches, her face with a cute expression, shapely lips and dimples surrounded with shoulder length brunette hair. She has an ample chest, rounded breasts, no sag, C cup in size with thick 1/2 inch nipples, a rippling flat tummy from too much working out at the gym, long shapely athletic legs and muscular thighs, the result of pushing weights and cycling. Her vagina, covered with a muff of hair, seems to be smiling back and winking approval. By far, her greatest asset is the pronounced bubble butt bum. It certainly seems to draw lots of attention from ogling men which she doesn't mind one bit. Its kinda appealing and naughty to tease them, from a distance.
Julie smiles and walks over to the clothes closet, picking a dress and shawl.
Meanwhile, the same ritual is playing out at Kens abode. He laughs at himself for miss guessing Julies age, undresses, showers and redresses. His decision of what to wear much simpler than Julies. A white dress shirt, black slacks with a sports jacket and loafers on his feet.
Ruggedly handsome, with a hairy chest and muscular arms from working out over the years, 6 feet tall, long athletic legs from miles and miles of walking, muscular thighs from pushing weights. His hairy genitals sufficiently large enough which pleases him.
On the drive to Julies he stops at a florist shop.
An hour later Ken is walking up the steps and ringing the doorbell for Julies apartment. She buzzes him in. Walking up the flight of stairs to the second floor, he finds her door, knocks and waits.
One last look in the mirror, a smile and thumbs up, Julie hears the knock and almost runs to the door. Her first date in forever awaits.
Opening the door, a bouquet of yellow roses greets her, and a face looking thru them, " Hey there," and as he observes his date, utters, "WOW!"
Julie smiles, takes the flowers into her hand and steps to the side, "Welcome to the students residence," laughing as she lays the flowers on a small table.
"Come here, you" she says, holding her arms out. Ken steps into her embrace and they kiss, again, his time not a peck and run but a longer more passionate lip brushing kiss. Julie finally pulls back saying,
"Thank you for today Ken. I'm so happy we met and, I am starved."
At the risk of being caught ogling her, Ken takes in the beautiful vision before him.
Julie, in another floral summer dress with spaghetti straps which falls to mid thigh. She is absolutely gorgeous, lips with red lipstick, her shoulder length hair with curls. Ken stares until finally Julie pipes up, raising an eyebrow, "You approve kind Sir?"
"Sorry. Sorry.... " at being caught at staring, "Yes, I definitely approve. Have I told you today, 'how gorgeous you are'?"
Giggling now, "Ken, you so cute. I'm not a new age woman or a feminist. You can compliment me as much you want. I love the accolades."
"Thank you Julie. Well, my Lady, dinner awaits us." Ken pulls the door open allowing me to pass through before closing it. He takes his arm and links it through mine to walk me down the hall.
At the SUV, Ken opens the passenger door for me. I slip into my seat as the door closes.
We drive off and once on the main thoroughfare Ken rests his hand on the console between us. I slip my hand into his. Our chatter is about nothing in particular.
Arriving at the restaurant, Ken parks the SUV, jumps out of his seat and comes around to my side and opens my door, lending me a hand to step out.
Standing and facing him, smiling, I say, "You are such a gentleman Ken," and give him a kiss on his cheek, "Thank you."
"My pleasure Julie," smiling back.
Arm in arm, we walk across the parking lot to the restaurant, Ken being the ultimate gentleman for me, opening doors and allowing me to lead until we reach our table toward the back of the dimly lit establishment. Pulling out my chair and seating me before sitting himself, I can't ever remember receiving treatment like this. It is almost mind boggling.
We order a bottle of wine and our meals. We are both ravishingly hungry and chatting is kept to a minimum. With the taste of red wine in our palates and a delicious pasta dish in our tummy's we sit back after eating to engage in conversation.
"Today has been a day of contrasts, hasn't it Ken. A crappy wedding followed with a wonderful garden experience, meeting you and, now, this delicious meal. Three to one in favour of positive vibes." Taking Kens hand in mine, "I am so blessed in us meeting. Please tell me about yourself."
"Readers Digest version. 57 years old. Born into a railway family, I hired on at 18 years old after almost completing high school. Worked my way up thru the ranks until finally achieving Superintendent. When my wife became ill two years ago I asked for a less demanding job with more time off. I was refused, so chose early retirement at 55. A reduced pension. Pam and I had a great marriage, 30 years, and raised three boys. Because of the nature of the business, transportation, I was away much of the time while they were growing. I regret that now. After my wife passed I regressed into a hermit lifestyle. It was a very good friend, father of the groom, who ruffled my feathers and encouraged me to get back into society and the public. Until today I wasn't sure I could even associate with another woman. I returned to my love of photography. Accidently meeting you today in the Gardens was pure fluke and, I might add, a precious moment. The rest, as they say, is history. If there is a future for us, it is yet to be written. So, as lousy as the wedding was, without it we would never have met, turning a crappy day into a blessing."
Ken smiles over at Julie, "Your turn."
I have a tear in my eye, running down over my cheek. After hearing how his wife's death affected him and for the love they obviously had, my love goes out to Ken. I grip his hand, holding it tightly and bringing it up to my mouth and kissing it, "I'm such a suck for sad stories. So sorry."
"Not entirely sad Julie. I've met you, we are having dinner together and enjoying our time together. Don't be sad baby." Ken stands in the restaurant, walks around the table and embraces me, hugging me close, "We need to blow this place. There's a bright moon lit sea wall waiting for us."
Leading me by my hand we exit toward the front. At the cash register Ken pays our bill with a generous tip. Pushing open the exterior door we are welcomed outside by a cool sea breeze.
I finally manage a smile, "You are so positive. I think I'm falling for you," sniffling.
"Compared to you Ken, my life is pretty vanilla. Only 30 years of living and my life has been consumed by schooling. Somewhat like you after your wife passed, I recluse myself from society. I just got so fed up with the way men are today. Wimps and sissies. As a university professor in training, I attend my teaching lectures and study.
My only social interaction is almost nil, except with a few girlfriends. And no, we aren't lesbians, we just enjoy the company." Laughing. "Men can be so cruel."
Ken chirps in, "I never, for a moment, thought of you as a lesbian and living an alternative lifestyle, a gay lifestyle. Please don't lump me in with these other men."
His voice raising.
"Sorry Ken. I get a little defensive sometimes."
"Time for us to move on. C'mon babe.
Ken has an arm around my shoulders, trying to keep me warm, guiding me to the SUV. Opening the door and grabbing my shawl, he wraps it over my shoulders, "There you go babe."
Settling into my seat, I am overwhelmed with positive emotions, thinking, 'Is this guy for real? I haven't been treated so kindly in a long time, if ever at all. I am overwhelmed. Maybe he just wants to get into my panties. Huh, good luck with that Ken. Not on a first date.'
Smiling over at Ken, "It was a wonderful meal Ken, and a lovely time together. Thank you."
"My pleasure Julie. I'm glad I bumped into you today. A stroke of blessing."
"As I recall, it was me bumping into you," laughing.
"You're right. I wasn't going to mention that. Still feel like a walk along the sea wall?"
"I'd love that. A great way to finish off our evening together," suspiciously thinking, 'in case you thought you have other plans Ken.'
Arriving at the park by the sea wall, Ken parks our vehicle. I slip out of my high heels and into a pair of running shoes, pulling my shawl tightly around my shoulders.
Ken opens my door, offers a hand to help me out. Then, walking hand in hand toward the sea wall walkway. Once there, Ken slips his arm around my waist and we walk along the path overlooking the huge lake. The moon, not quite full, reflects off the calm water presenting us with a beautifully romantic scene. Stopping at a lookout, leaning against the railing, Ken holds me tightly. I snuggle into his warm body. Our chatting is kept to a minimum as we enjoy the artwork before us. Then, out of nowhere I utter, "I don't sleep with anyone on my first date, Ken," and immediately thinking, 'where the hell did that come from? Have I ruined our first date together?'
Ken saves the day with "I wouldn't expect a classy lady like you would. Actually, I'd be disappointed if you did."
Again, I am met with the thought, 'Is this guy for real? How can I not like him,'
smiling to myself. Wanting to correct my misspoken statement, I instead remain silent.
An hour later we return to the SUV, drive home in silence as we are both tired. Its been a long tiring day.
Stopping at the fourplex, Ken walks me to the front door, and with both hands on my shoulders, arms stretched, he gives me an innocent peck on my cheek.
"Thank you Julie for an absolutely fantastic day. When I have the photo's downloaded I'll send you copies," handing me a card with his name and contact info. "Call me in a couple days, or put your phone number here on the back of the card and I'll phone you." I do as he wishes, handing the card back.
I unlock the door, Ken opens it for me and we go our separate ways.
It truly was a fantastic day, more so because it began with a disaster. Smiling to myself, I am wondering, 'Is this guy for real? He is definitely an 'old school gentleman', very good looking, compassionate and friendly. The fact he is 27 years older should be a deterrent but is it? Hmmmm. If I don't hear from him about the photo's, I'll wait a couple days and give him a call myself. Ask him out for a coffee.'
With these thoughts in her mind, Julie gets ready for bed and is soon sound asleep.
Ken, on his drive home is also reflecting on the day. 'Such a lovely lady. So blessed to have met her. And very photogenic. Very pleasant to be with. What on earth does she want with an older guy like me? Contrary to her ideas about young men, they can't all be bad, can they? Their loss, my gain. I'll just have to be cautious in case here is something else in play here. My paranoid nature kicking in. Ken laughs at himself.r"
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