Ice Cream Castles in the Air
by Dorothy Kane Liddle
Kate Hoffman is ending a year in Germany with her two adult children. She is now faced with living alone, as her children plan to return to the United States. She meets Mark Robinette during a visit to Bavaria’s Neuschwanstein castle and too quickly (for Kate anyway) they become sexual partners. Kate’s grown children and the re-appearance of her alcoholic ex-husband combine with Kate’s objections to the “free sex” liberation of her best friend Ilse to stall her budding affair with Mark. But she learns the passion she is experiencing with her young lover is neither a drug, a weapon, nor does it have to lead to marriage and commitment. It can also be a door to a fuller realization of life’s limitless possibilities.
They moved out of the way of the crowd and against the side of the building. Kate looked directly into Mark’s eyes. Mark placed his hands on Kate’s shoulders and nudged her gently toward him. She responded and placed her right hand on top of his shoulder as he drew his face closer to her. They studied each other’s lips for a lingering moment and then both caved into the kiss. The very public nature of it didn’t seem to bother either one. Mark’s arms slid around her shoulders to her back as the kiss deepened. Kate slid her hand up to and then around the back of Mark’s neck. It was the sudden jostling from an annoyed passerby that brought them both back to reality.
“Oops, I guess we’re in everybody’s way here,” Kate said as she reluctantly released her hand from the back of Mark’s neck.
“Yeah, I wish it wasn’t so crowded,” Mark said. He kept Kate in a slight embrace.
“Well, my car is just there in the lot,” Kate said, “unless, of course, you have to go. Do you have to meet your friend again?”
Kate brushed Mark’s hair away from his eyes and reached for his hand.
“You mean Libby? No, I suspect she’s back in Munich by now with Max.”
At the mention of Max’s name, Kate felt still more relief.
“Well, can I drop you somewhere, then?” she asked.
“The entrance to the Autobahn would be great. I’m hitching back to Munich. I just hope I’m not too late to get started before nightfall.”
Kate pushed her tongue to her cheek, “I think you just got lucky,” she said.
“What?” Mark asked in alarm.
“As far as a ride, Mark,” Kate said emphatically. “I’m heading back to Munich myself. You can ride with me if you wish.”
“Far out,” Mark said.
As they walked toward Kate’s car, she asked him, “And just what did you think I meant when I said you just got lucky?” But her tone was only mockingly inquisitional.
Mark opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
Kate nudged him playfully. “I’m only kidding, you know.”
Mark bowed his head toward his feet. “I know, Katherine. I’m just sorry you were.”
Now it was Kate’s turn again to be sorry. Why am I fighting this? I haven’t felt this way for a man since…ever? Except for the fact that it is so completely wrong. But then…
When they reached her car, she opened the doors and she and Mark slid in. Kate put the key in the ignition, but hesitated before starting the engine. Kate glanced over and met Mark’s eyes. A smile curled at her lips to match the one forming on Mark’s. He leaned toward her and then paused. She leaned toward him as her hand slipped from the ignition.
Mark’s kiss went deep and hard immediately. Kate heard herself groan with the pleasure of his firmness and authority. She felt his arm slide around her shoulder and begin massaging her back. She lifted her hand to his thick mop of hair and began mussing her hand through its thickness. They both were groaning as their embrace tightened. Mark’s mouth opened, and she opened hers to meet his. Their tongues found each other’s hungrily and their frenzied probing together ignited flames. Kate trembled as a newfound passion rumbled through her. Kate pressed her lips tighter onto Mark’s. She fisted her fingers in his hair. Mark dug his into Kate’s back. Their moans were becoming dangerously amplified in the car, but neither seemed to care. Mark slid his hand toward Kate’s chest, and she quickly adjusted her posture to accommodate. When his hand reached her left breast and Mark passed his palm gently across it, Kate shuddered with the pleasure of being touched. She wanted more immediately.
Kate pressed her hand on top of his. Breaking her kiss for a moment, she said, “Squeeze it, Mark. Hard.” And then she plunged her mouth back on top of his as he squeezed her breast hard enough to cause a sudden discomfort. But it was discomfort she didn’t want to have halted either.
Kate let the hand that had buried itself in Mark’s hair drop to her side. It found Mark’s thigh, and Kate slowly moved her hand to his crotch. When she felt the bulge of his hardness, Mark let out a cry of pleasure, and she felt everything go momentarily black.
And then she heard the voices passing her car.
“Mark, we have to stop,” Kate said and pulled away from him.
“I’m sorry, Kate,” he replied. “I got carried away.”
“No, I mean we have to stop here. There are too many people. I’m glad you were carried away. I want you to get more carried away.”