25) Sunshine

or, Here Comes the Sun,( Do be do bee) or Bring me Sunshine or Who Fucking Cares, I got Laid, at last…

Sit down and let me tell you a story, it’s a love story of a sort.

As they all are, really.

It’s called Sunshine. What a name, what a girl.

She was a SB, of course, from SD

All the best girls are

And she wanted a REAL MAN

Like all the best girls do

And it was love at first sound.

As it has to be

You’ve all felt the warmth of a ray of sunshine. I heard it before I saw it, lucky me. And I’ve got it on my phone. Lucky, lucky me. They’ll be the first recorded messages to chart.

Message 1

“Hello darling, this is Sunshine….. My number is….”

Now that’s not a bad way to start your day.

As Dan once said, in a slightly different context

So I replied.

As you would.

Well, you would wouldn’t you?

If you were 50

And, frankly, feeling a LITTLE FRUSTRATED

And the sound of Sunshine filled the room.

And she asked what I wanted to do,

I was the Sugar Daddy after all

And for once, FOR ONCE, I said the perfect thing

I said:: ‘Plan your perfect day.’

Now before I had Sunshine I had sons. And when they were young, and there was a holiday, I’d give them a Danday or a Domday. And there’s nothing much better in the world for a 6/7/8 year old than to be able to plan a whole day with dad.

It would seem there’s not much better for a 20 something babe than to be asked to do the same for a Sugar Daddy.

Same thing really.

Message 2.

“Hi Darleen. I’ve provisionally booked a fantastic programme at the Dorchester. They start at 9.30. We have a delicious treatment at 12.30., They’ve asked for your credit card details, that’s OK, I can book it….”

 Which is nice.

But that’s on Wednesday. Next week.

And when you haven’t had Sunshine for a while you want it, now.

So I called her. And she paid me the respect of returning me call.

Message 3

“Oh, hello darling. I just thought I’d pay you the respect of returning your call. I’m so sorry I, um, didn’t receive it. But I was out and it was loud. So, thank you for calling and I hope you had a wonderful evening. In fact, actually, I know you had (LOL). Anyway, take care my love, and I will speak to you at your earliest opportunity. Take care honey, bye”

And I called her and she was at a concert, Pink Floyd in the Park;

Message 4

(Music) “Oh, hi darling. I thought I missed your call earlier today and thought I’d call you back. Feel free to call anytime, I’m at a concert as you may gather. (LOL) but, um, lots of love. Hope you have a great day, I know you will… Bye.”

And I called her and we spoke. And I asked what she was doing Sunday (tomorrow) and she said ‘chilling’ and I said, ‘cool’.

And so we went to Brighton, how cool is that?

We meet at Victoria, by platform 1, and she was looking lovely.

And so two people, who had never met, went on their first date, to Brighton.

Do I love Internet dating?

Damn right I do

And the train was packed, but I was determined to get us a seat. And she was a bit scared by just how determined I was, as a lot of people are, but I got us a seat. So it was worth it.

And on the train she read some of my stuff, and she loved it.

And she charmed everybody, to make up for me.

And it was love at first sight as well.

For me, anyway

So we get to Brighton, eventually, and we go to the Hotel Du Vin. And we drank Rosé while she went through my shots and she not only loved nearly all of them but talked with passion about grain, composition and imagery. And I could have sat with her on the deck with my shots all afternoon but she’s a sun-worshipper so I took her to the beach

Which was nice.

And Sunshine wanted to go to the nudist beach but I’m not quite sure what the erection etiquette is, so I suggested ‘not just at the moment’ and she grinned.

Now I find it hard to sit still, let alone sit in the sun doing nothing. So I let sun-bathing Sunshine be on the beach and got her an ice-cream

Which she licked and loved

And said I was a gentleman

Which I am

And I asked her when she needed to be back in London and she thought and said ‘lunchtime tomorrow’. So I say ‘we’ll stay here' and Sunshine says ‘cool’.

And I must say I thought of some of you. Some of you, if you’re still out there, who thought I was ‘mad’ to do internet dating, or a ‘perv’ to try to go out with younger women. And thought I’d made up Mandy or Kate, or deserved what I got with America.

And I read an interesting article in the Guardian this morning. The argument, a good one, was that women’s lib has won. And 20 something women are bright, beautiful, sexy and confident.

Which they are.

But, in the process, most younger men have been emasculated.

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I didn't say that, guys, the Guardian did.

So they, the bright, beautiful, sexy and confident 20 something girls  have no-one who deserves to go out with them among their own age group of men.

So they have no-one to go out with (and here I paraphrase) except each other (hence the bi thing) and 50 year old men, who know how to handle them.

Because we grew up in the good old, bad old days.

Which is interesting

And good for me.

Sunshine is actually 30, but you’d never guess it. She looks 25, if that. And she’s absolutely gorgeous. And when I said ‘let’s spend the night together’ she’d just said ‘cool’.

And, thank you for asking, the subject of money just didn’t come up. So there. Just how cool is that?

So I went shopping and left her sun-bathing, after buying her some prawns. And I came back with a cold drink for her. Because I’m nice like that. And I went for a swim straight out into the channel, just like my dad, in the beautiful clear waters of Brighton.

And then she did the same.

Because not only is Sunshine gorgeous, she’s athletic and multi-talented, and vivacious and confident and charming.

You’ll gather I’m a little in love

Again.

Something of a recurring theme, and what better one to have, it’s been a long time after all.

So we go back and I have to read ‘jo-to-go’. And I leave her, good move, to ‘refresh’ herself and have a soak or a shower or probably both. And she comes down wearing the FBI Cannes t-shirt I’ve given her. And she’s edibly attractive.

To die for.

So we got up and went for an early supper outside of ‘Havanna’ which Matthew had shown me. And I play her her own recorded messages and she melts with laughter. And I tell her about ‘jo-to-go’ and she says she’ll read it and will prepare an audition piece.

And I play her ‘Call me, Peter’ and ‘Nine More Yards’ and she wants to sing it and dance it and be with him.

And I have rarely, if ever, seen more life, energy and positivity in one person.

One would say we clicked.

And she said it was fate. And of course it was. And we both knew it.

We walked around, looking at shop windows, and people, and laughing.

Lovely.

She told me she isn’t into public displays of emotion, holding hands, arm in arm, that sort of thing. So we strode together, equals, as the sun cooled, a little.

So I said, ‘how about private display of affection?’

And she said:

 ‘Lets go to the room’.

She wanted control. So I let her have it.

I lay on the bed, on my face, while she massages by back with the massage oils I’d thoughtfully packed.

And it was strong and firm and gorgeous.

She massaged my legs, from the ankles to the buttocks.

Then she rolled me over and I kept my eyes closed and she massaged my chest and my legs and then she……

Well, you can imagine.

And it was strong and firm and gorgeous. And then she……

Well you can imagine.

And I did raise myself on my elbows and open my eyes to watch the sun going down on me.

Which was nice.

And I genuinely thought, ‘things are going quite well here’.

And then, having given me the best massage of my life, and after giving me the best blow job of my life, and just before giving me the best fucking fuck of my entire fucking life, she said it.

Those three little words that mean everything to me.

Because I’m a romantic.

But I also know what’s what.

She leaned back, licked her lips, and with eyes widening slightly with enjoyment and anticipation, she said the words that may well come to serve as the epitaph for peterhero, eventually.

She leaned back, young, beautiful and sexy and said, with, true appreciation.

“Awesome cock, babe”.

Which appears to run in the family.

And later, when I turned on my phone, I got a brill message from Rach:

Hi, it’s me. Um _I’m presuming _lack of, er_ pick-up _is worth it _um _I

Will _speak to you tomorrow and _we’ll take it from there. Bye.

Great PA Rach

Great girl Sunshine.

They’ve met.

Over lunch at Zillis

With Jo_to_go

And the Two Naked Swedish Girls

Which was quite a lot to handle

But I managed it

And when I showed Sunshine this story she said it was 'awesome', which was nice, and 'go with it', which I have, but she’d found a boy, which was nice, and that it was…..

The end.

But it was a happy ending,

Don't you think?

Well I did.

©Peterhero 2006

End Volume 1