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It was her Scots accent, always the accent, that brought his heart out of its pits of sorrow. That and the passionate way Elspeth gently corrected him when he called it a Scottish accent. “I’d prefer Scots if you don’t mind, Pops. I’ll grant you that Scottish is proper enough, I suppose. Still…,” and then she paused and smiled. That always lasting smile from the love of his life. The true, unquenchable, without price, love that met him as he was walking his lonely path.It started as a joke. Her calling him Pops. Lorenzo was only a few years older than her. But he could be rather solemn and she once called him a wise old man after he made one of his rather obvious reflections on life. Teasing him, really.Then she called him Pops.He called her his shining bright star in a dark and dour sky. Star for short.They met at the coffee shop where she was the head barista. Her certificate of graduation from the barista academy in Scotland held a place of honor on the wall. Elspeth was more proud of that than the fact that she owned the shop. The shop was just off the main drag of this upstate village. Since she had good staff she didn’t always work there. He lucked out on that first day he entered it.The town had been here many years before it became a watering hole of winter sports connoisseurs. This building was built in the traditional turn-of-the-century urban style of brick and mortar and was just two stories tall. The upper floors along this block were often used as apartments and flats, especially for the store owners and their families. The coffee shop was a good place to play like he was sociable. Lorenzo was most definitely not. But he got the feeling, often, that he was some kind of novelty. He thought he understood life but he didn’t really want to be engulfed in it. He supposed it would be easy for people to get his drift.He never got into all the latte and cappuccino and mocha java stuff. He liked coffee the way he had it when he was growing up in Brooklyn. So he always ordered a coffee regular. If they couldn’t make that he would try another shop. But Lorenzo did find his shop. The day he walked in and ordered a coffee regular from Elspeth. She handed him the mug with a smile and said, “It’s made with cream and two sugars. But, you look like a guy that might like extra sugar. Am I right?”Maybe you have decided that he was a rather shy person. He Anadolu yakası escort wasn’t really. Merely less forthright than many were. He simply didn’t care for many people. So now he could only mumble his thanks and give an uncertain smile of my own as he nodded.As he was turning to go she asked, “What’s the book?””PrairyErth. It’s a book by William Least-Heat Moon,” he said.Then he carried his mug and chose his spot, the one he would always use from that point on whenever he stopped in. Over in the corner farthest from the entry door. That was not just because he was a tiny bit wary of being close to people. It was also the warmest spot in the shop. Farthest away from any cold wintry mountain air coming in when someone entered, even though there was a small foyer. As he sat down with his back to the wall she approached. “Let’s see the book.” She took it and began reading the flyleaf. “Wow, this might be good. Has it got more maps?”Lorenzo nodded, then mumbled, “Yes, some. It’s really a good kind of geography book. So it has to have maps.” Then she handed the book back and he noted the semi-colon tattoo on her delicate thin wrist. He dropped his head and nodded again, to himself. He had been ashamed after getting his, but it was hidden under his watch wristband.”I like literature, mostly, but I love maps.” She pointedly winked at him and then looked about the room at the walls. They were covered with topographic and other types of maps interspersed with vintage travel posters for ski areas around the world. He followed her gaze and spoke in agreement. “Oh, yeah, these are great. And literature is a necessity of life. The challenge is finding the good stuff and not wasting time on dreck.” He looked up into her open face and smiled hesitantly. From then on they began a friendship. It built pretty quickly considering his reluctance to get close but she was a persistent lady. And the accent forced him to stay close simply to hear her voice with that soft Gaelic lilt to it. Elspeth had migrated to this village in the mountains of upstate New York after unspoken troubles she declined to elaborate about. But she’d spent time in Glencoe in Scotland. She loved the highland atmosphere along with the snows of wintertime.This area didn’t have the greatest skiing in the world but there was enough near this Kurtköy escort bayan town in the Berkshires to give the exuberant downstate skiers and other locals their desired exercise on the slopes. Skiers and snowboarders. Along with cross-country skiing, which Elspeth took part in on occasion. It was there if one was inclined. Lorenzo was not, usually.At one point Elspeth made Lorenzo put on a spare set of cross-country skis she had and they went carefully out across the fields nearby. He would never be good at it and certainly doubted he would ever enjoy it but with her along with him, it was bearable. Especially when she would sing folk songs in Gaelic as they slowly went over the countryside.Every so often she would force him to join her in her cross-country skiing. Showing him the places she loved around the area. One picturesque small cabin near the upper slopes had a grand view of the valley below. It was a small vacation spot that was only used on a weekend now and then. She showed him the hidden key under a rock behind the cabin. There was another overlook along the trail into a crevice looked forbidding but was beautiful to see. It made him a little giddy just staring out and down into the canyon. After a few times, he felt comfortable in the activity. He was enjoying simply being with her when she allowed it. She had a busy life. He felt lucky to merely be in her presence. He even bought a second-hand set of skis that he kept in his rooms. One day in mid-winter, when the snowing had stopped, giving them a respite, he was sprawled on her bed. Elspeth lived upstairs from her shop. She was continually doing things to it. Today she was putting up wallpaper as he was enjoying the afternoon sun darting through the high old-fashioned windows into the room. The wall covering was some grotesque vintage pattern of flowers and bunnies. They chatted as he had his trousers down and he continued edging his hard thickness, warming himself in the sun’s rays. “Still hard, Pops? You sure can keep it up, can’t you?” He smiled. They played a little game. Seeing who could edge the longest before having an intense orgasm. Today it was his turn. She didn’t mind the spunk on the hardwood floor. She just wanted it wiped up now and then. There was a damp washcloth at the ready there on the little table beside the bed Escort Maltepe next to the overflowing ashtray and the stack of books.Actually, one of her main peeves sexually was how difficult it was for her to get an orgasm by touching herself. It still felt extremely good so she kept trying. He called her a real trooper. “My Star trooper,” he would laughingly say. Elspeth smoked, even while working in her flat. Never in her shop, though. She was applying the long sheets of wallpaper with a Marlboro Light between her long, delicate fingers. Often she would take a drag from the cigarette and then lean down and puff out the smoke around his boner and then give it a tender lick. She didn’t often giggle, but she always did when his cock quivered from her attention. It had been months that they had known each other. In all that time it had only been the playing with their genitals that was their sexual activity. That and discussing their fantasies. Long, intricate talks about what might feel good, or what was too dirty. Or not, as the case might be.She was always barefoot in her digs. Her long, rather prehensile toes curling with glee when he made a joke. Or when she was edging close to her own release of orgasmic pleasure. Lorenzo could jack for hours just watching her feet and her long, gangly legs. Sometimes, as a treat, she would use those digits to caress his thickness while it was rigid and needy. Rubbing her grasping piggies over the seeping head of his hardon, tickling his bollocks.But when her boyfriend was around it was different. Lorenzo learned that quickly. The boyfriend traveled for a living and was in town sporadically. When he was here Elspeth was completely different. Her visage was closed off when Lorenzo entered the coffee shop. She had mentioned the boyfriend’s name was Bryan but seldom used it. Just saying, “My boyfriend is in town. Don’t stop by my flat. You understand, Pops.” And she would offer him a weak smile.The two men never met. Lorenzo got that. Her boyfriend smoked as well. It was something the couple shared. Lorenzo had tried to start but it just made him sick. He stopped trying.He did a lot of catchup reading while the boyfriend was in town. He was used to reading pretty constantly. That had changed with his singular relationship with Elspeth. They would spend time lying on her bed together reading, for certain. It would more often than not become an edging session with the two gangly bodies sharing the squeaky bed together, sometimes reaching across to caress each other. No fucking. It was a topic that brought out the simple fact that Lorenzo had not had that kind of sex in ages. “Poor old Pops. Someday we gotta get you fucked, mister.”