My Lighthouse

From London with love

Mark couldn't stop smiling while the plain pushed him backwards into his chair to bring him in higher spirits. He felt her kisses still burning on his lips. Since the moment she woke up, she recovered better and better every day. Although the pain was still very intense and the morphine made her sleepy, she had heard his whole explanation about that particular night and forgave him. The only thing she blamed him, was the amount of whiskeys he had drunken, to even fade away the memories of her. Though, when he passionately kissed her lips, she forgave him about that too. His beautiful sexy, passionate wife to be. Mark grinned again and at the thought of seeing her in a sexy wedding dress his lower body started to jump for joy. Oh please, not now, Mark moaned. He had taken so much cold showers already these last few weeks and he knew there were still a lot of weeks to come.

Gillian smiled when she looked at her friends eyes. Hmm, feeling better again aren't you? Sheila grinned. Can you tell? Girl, I could hardly enter the room! Gillian laughed out loud. It's already filled with this huge smile of yours and Mark's heart! Sheila blushed. He makes me so happy Gill. It even scares me sometimes. He can make and brake my happiness. But I know it's helpless as well. He owns my heart and no one will ever be able to replace that. Gillian stared at her best friend, who was finally recovering from her operation. It had been dreadful to see her suffer and the pain was still to hard to handle without medication, but Mark's presence had done her well, very well. Sheila knew, as he went back to China, it would take another long month before she would see him again. But still feeling his lips on hers, made the way to that last concert in Dublin slightly shorter. Gillian felt sad all of a sudden.

Sheila saw the changes is her friends eyes. She searched for her hand as she whispered, do you mis him that bad? Gillian got tears in her eyes. I am sorry Sheila, I suddenly felt jealous of you. Me? Why? Your lips still burn of his kisses, mine are cold for so long already. Sheila squeezed her friend's hand. He will be extra great full, when he sees you again and she blinked at her. Oh really Sheila, even with hundreds shots of morphine in your body the only thing you can think about is sex? Sheila blushed and pouted her lips, well..... not the only thing.

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Sheila pushed the door open to the bridal shop. In her wake came Christie, Gillian, Gina and Jodi. It had been four weeks already since surgery and she finally felt good enough to try on some wedding gowns. From her hospital bed she had almost arranged everything else, but a wedding dress was impossible to order over Internet. Jodi had given her an address of one of the best - and also most exclusive - bridle shops in London and Sheila thought it was a nice idea to take all the girls including Christie, for a two-day trip to London. They would sleep in Mark's house - she still found it hard to call it theirs - and would have diner at "Roux at The Landau" on Regent street. Mark surprised her once to have diner there before they were lovers. He wanted to thank her, back then, for everything she had arranged for him according to a private party at his house. It had been a cosy and romantic diner. Well at least for her.

She didn't know, how confused Mark had felt, when he came home. He had spoken to her so often and at the most strange times of the day. He even cried in her arms in the middle of the night, after he had drunken to much, when his girlfriend Kathy, broke of their engagement. But he had never felt his body response to her, the way it had done at that diner.

Sheila grinned. She was Kathy still great full for breaking up with Mark back then.

What do you think? Sheila came out of the dressing room with Gillian behind her. With a glass of champagne in her hands Christie looked at her, frowned and asked back, What do you think yourself? Cheesecake! I look like a cheesecake. The girls laughed including the sales lady of the shop, although Sheila could see she was slightly insulted about her joke. She looked in the mirror again and stroke her hips to straighten the dress. It was a beautiful dress actually. The top of the dress was designed to fit tight around the breasts and waistline. From the hips down, it had a large skirt of which the train went over the floor at least eight foot . It was made of the best Italian lace you could find, which made it elegant still not to much, but it didn't feel right for Sheila at all. Okay, Sheila said out loud, next!

Sheila was feeling desperate. Meanwhile it was almost three hours later as she had tried on, at least a dozen dresses and still didn't found "the one". Meanwhile the champagne did its work quite well and the girls giggled more as the dresses past by. The sales lady looked at her in despair, when she said, I have a dress you might like, but it's not finished yet. The designer is still working on it and you may try it on if you want too. Sheila was so desperate, she would even fit a dustbin at this stage. Yes please, she sighed and the lady went upstairs to the atelier to fetch the dress. When she came downstairs she hung up the clothing-bag and slowly opened it to reveal the dress. Sheila hit her hand before her mouth and got tears in her eyes. Oh yes, she whispered. That's it! Because Gillian already gave up, she joined Christie, Gina and Jodi, so it was only Sheila and the sales lady to dress her up. Without saying anything the sales lady opened the curtains and Sheila stepped outside. The noise faded away and they all stared at her speechlessness. Christie was the first one who started to cry and soon the rest followed. Oh my God, you look absolutely breathtaking, Jodi whispered. Sheila blushed, knowing Jodi didn't gave compliments that easily, as being very critical about good clothing. Sheila turned around to show them the back of the dress and the aah's and ooh's just didn't stop. Are you sure, Mark will let you go out of the house this way? Gina asked. Sheila turned around as quick as the dress let her. Do you think, he won't like it!? She asked shocked. Don't like it? Gina yelled while she put her hands around Christie's ears. Girl he will drag you upstairs and show you what he thinks of you in that dress! Gina! Sheila said out loud laughing. She turned around at the sales lady and smiled. Well, you heard the ladies, it's sold!

Mark looked into her beautiful shiny green eyes. Although Skype wasn't that quick with its images, as when he would see her in real life, he gladly excepted the feeling these images gave him right now. So you found your dress? Mark repeated his words and smiled because of her brightly shining face. Will I like it? He asked with a naughty look in his eyes. Maybe, Sheila answered mysteriously. Hmm, Mark touched his chin which he hadn't shaved yet, because of the early day time and said softly, I have a feeling I am going to like it very much and he looked straight into her eyes. Sheila felt the shivers going down her spine. Gina said, you would drag me up the stairs without leaving the house. Mark closed his eyes and moaned. Oh please Sheila don't say things like that right now. They are already running out of cold water here, because of our Skype sessions.

Sheila's heart bounced wildly, while she thought of his naked body under the shower. His manliness hard of desire for her. You don't have to take a cold shower, she spoke sensually into the speaker and she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Oh no Sheila, Mark moaned as he saw her sitting in front of the camera with a beautiful black lace bra, while her fingers followed the curves of her breasts. Immediately his lower body started to respond to this gorgeous view in front of him on his screen. He bit his lip when he watched Sheila standing up and taking of her jeans to show him a matching black lace g-string. While she slowly stroke her hands over her bottom she said sensually, do you like what you see? All of a sudden Mark felt his jeans fitting much tighter than before and he just couldn't believe what she was doing. Sheila please. I want to touch you, make love to you all day, lick your ears and massage you breasts, he whispered panting. Touch me in your mind and and you can feel me, she moaned softly. Sheila turned around and witnessed how Mark took of his jeans. Oh what the hell, she heard him moan. But I will get you for this when I am home, he panted. I hope you will, he heard her answer and they lost theirselves in their private 50 shades of Grey movie.....