Summer Tempest

Summer Tempest

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Status: Finished

Genre: Action and Adventure

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Summer Tempest – Synopsis The plot of this novel relates the era of the late 90s up to the beginning of the current century. It's the era of hope for peace following the peace agreement between the State of Israel and the P.L.O. organization that was signed in 93, and the disillusion and despair that followed from 95 on with the outburst of the disturbances and the terror attacks. The two protagonists are Yoske (Joseph) Solan and Erella Zingman Abrahams, both of them and their relatives and friends represent the generation that was born at about the time of the State of Israel war of Independence, during the late 40s and up to the beginning of the 50s of the previous century. Both the protagonists are married, they were in a romantic relationship during their youthful years; Erella is married to an American tycoon and lives in New York City, while Yoske is married to her best friend Nehama. Erella lands in Ben-Gurion airport near Tel Aviv, in the midst of this stormy era, to visit her relatives, and with the desire to renew her romantic relationship with her old flame Yoske. Words count: 122,959

Summary

Summer Tempest – Synopsis
The plot of this novel relates the era of the late 90s up to the beginning of the current century. It's the era of hope for peace following the peace agreement between the State of Israel and the P.L.O. organization that was signed in 93, and the disillusion and despair that followed from 95 on with the outburst of the disturbances and the terror attacks.
The two protagonists are Yoske (Joseph) Solan and Erella Zingman Abrahams, both of them and their relatives and friends represent the generation that was born at about the time of the State of Israel war of Independence, during the late 40s and up to the beginning of the 50s of the previous century.
Both the protagonists are married, they were in a romantic relationship during their youthful years; Erella is married to an American tycoon and lives in New York City, while Yoske is married to her best friend Nehama.
Erella lands in Ben-Gurion airport near Tel Aviv, in the midst of this stormy era, to visit her relatives, and with the desire to renew her romantic relationship with her old flame Yoske.
Words count: 122,959

Chapter1 (v.1) - Summer Tempest

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Summer Tempest – Synopsis The plot of this novel relates the era of the late 90s up to the beginning of the current century. It's the era of hope for peace following the peace agreement between the State of Israel and the P.L.O. organization that was signed in 93, and the disillusion and despair that followed from 95 on with the outburst of the disturbances and the terror attacks. The two protagonists are Yoske (Joseph) Solan and Erella Zingman Abrahams, both of them and their relatives and friends represent the generation that was born at about the time of the State of Israel war of Independence, during the late 40s and up to the beginning of the 50s of the previous century. Both the protagonists are married, they were in a romantic relationship during their youthful years; Erella is married to an American tycoon and lives in New York City, while Yoske is married to her best friend Nehama. Erella lands in Ben-Gurion airport near Tel Aviv, in the midst of this stormy era, to visit her relatives, and with the desire to renew her romantic relationship with her old flame Yoske. Words count: 122,959

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SUMMER TEMPEST

 

HAIM KADMAN

 

 

The plot of this book "Summer tempest" is a work of fiction, and is a product of the author's imagination. The two protagonists and the different characters names, and the plot's background descriptions are fictitious; any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events or places are coincidental.

 

Copyright © Haim Kadman 2013. All rights reserved;

 

 

CHAPTER TEN

 

On the next morning when Yoske left their pastry shop somewhat late, his mobile was ringing as he was walking towards his car. 'Good morning,' he said having switched on his mobile, thinking it's the supplier with whom he had fixed a meeting for this very morning.

He's surely going to postpone it due to some obnoxious reason.

'Hello Yoske, answered him a feminine voice, a familiar voice that he could not identify.

'Oh hello there how are you this morning?' He asked as if it was quite clear to whom she is, while scanning his brain frantically trying in vain to identify her.

'I wouldn't have believed it have you forgotten me? She replied surprised, letting her Anglo-Saxon pronunciation to take over and ended with a surprised giggle.

'Erella,' he muttered huskily and stopped still with a thumping heart, and started to survey the opposite sidewalk.

'Yes it's me Yoske; I'm sitting in the café at the street's corner, behind its glass wall. Don't try to identify me, I'm coming out and I'll wait for you on the other side of the corner, don't cut off.' She added and left the café, walking slowly on the opposite sidewalk. 'Do you see me now walking?'

'Yeah, I'll be with you right away.'

'Don’t' get excited,' she warned him realizing how agitated he must be. 'When you'll pass the corner and see me, pretend you don't know me. I'll ask you something and we'll talk as if we're two strangers, who have met by some chance, okay?'

What are these hush hush games for? He wondered amazed, while waiting impatiently to the traffic lights to change to green at the pedestrian crossing. As soon as the lights changed he pushed his way in haste between the few pedestrians that waited with him, and rushed to the other side of the road; just before turning round the street corner, he turned a suspicious glance backwards to their pastry shop, as he kept on his quick pace. There was no threatening change on his privacy as he swept with his quick glance their pastry shop front. Nehama was neither standing at the entrance nor behind the broad glass pane.

I hope she's busy enough… He thought hopefully and started already to think of some alibi, which would suit the drastic change in his morning plans, if she'll ask where he has been and what he was doing, and why he didn't meet their supplier.

On the sidewalk just some five yards from the street's corner Erella stood wearing a light green summer dress, her short blonde hair brightened into a golden hue, and dark glasses covered her eyes. If she would not have called him, he could have passed her without identifying her.

Why do I wonder I did change too, how many years have passed since then? Thirty long years at least…

'Excuse me,' she turned to him and cut herself short, without adding another word.

She's excited not less than me it seems, Yoske thought before answering her. 'Let's go to the Meir Park, it isn't far and we'll be able to have a quiet chat over there, it isn't crowded at the morning hours.'

'Don't make me laugh,' she answered briskly and raised her hand hailing a passing cab. The cab made a u-turn and stopped before them with screeching brakes.

Somewhat downhearted Yoske opened up the cab's rear door and scrutinized Erella's figure, her narrow waist, while she passed him and entered the cab's rear seat, he hastened to enter and close the door right after her; sitting beside her he leaned on the seat back, with a feeling of relief. But after a second or two he turned towards her right away, watching closely her features that have not lost their charm in his eyes despite the clear signs of time that has elapsed. He was amazed by her breasts that filled up her summer dress, the whiteness of her partly exposed thighs, but she has changed no doubt… He kept thinking, trying to ignore the disregard in which she treated his suggestion.

No wonder, she made a quick leap upward to the very top, she's married to a tycoon, while I live in the past from which I've never pulled out all those years.

A sense of sudden hostility started to flood his brain, but he regained his senses with some efforts, and did his best to get over the status inferiority that he suddenly felt.

'Excuse me Mrs., where to?' The cab driver asked. 'Dan hotel, ' Erella ordered him, turning to Yoske with a mysterious shade of a smile. He smiled back a forced smile, he was attacked with a sudden fit of tension, and his imagination started to tease him.

Good God she manipulates me still. She was so quiet once so passive so it seemed.  But she took care always to perform her subtle manipulations behind my back, after I returned to my unit on Sunday morning. He thought somewhat gloomily, despite the fact that he is sitting beside his old flame.

I offered her my heart, poured it to her, while she consented in a show of indifference. I dated her once in my entire life, so what does she want from me now? It can't be a sudden demonstration of remorse over the entire course that her life has taken…?

The short ride to the hotel passed quickly without a word exchanged between the two of them.

Yoske paid the cab driver and they got off, and stood on the broad sidewalk before the stairs that led to the hotel entrance.

'Follow me to the elevator a step or two behind me, as if the shape of my legs interests you and you're on your way to your room, okay?'

He nodded and started mounting the steps after her up to the hotel's entrance with a throbbing heart.

A lone couple busied the reception crew. The lobby was empty; they reached the elevators, and after a few seconds one of the elevator's doors opened up… As just the two of them entered it, they could at last stop acting as two strangers; and instead of some preliminary words of explanation what's expect him in her suite, or the reason that motivated her to look for him, Erella fell in his arms embracing him fervently and kissed his lips. He kissed her back with fervor and clasped Erella warm body with all his might.

They stood embraced together a few seconds, even when the lift stopped and its door opened up to the corridor of the third floor. Erella detached herself from his body pushing him slightly away, while her right hand was still embracing his waist, she led Yoske along the empty corridor towards its end, to her suite; before her suite door she pulled the magnetic card from her bra, and a sly smile appeared on her lips as she inserted it into the door's lock.

The door opened up and she let Yoske in and as soon as her suite's door was shut with a thud, she crossed Yoske and turned to her bedroom. She stopped next to her bed and opened up her arms to hug him. Yoske rushed to her and adhered eagerly to her body; He kissed her lips in a long feverish breath taking kiss, and while she freed herself breathing freely again, Yoske covered her face with quick warm kisses, in frenzy.

'Oh God,' he muttered flushed with lust, 'how I loved then and how I love you still,' he whispering in her ear with a heaving chest. It's my first ever time to hold her in my arms and kiss her, and I was her first boy friend. He kept thinking excited like a teenager on his first date. With his left hand he kept holding her tight, and the other he slid down her back to her buttocks, squeezing and caressing her round soft buttocks eagerly, pressing her pelvis towards his loins.

'Oh you do still love me…' She muttered with skeptic cynicism. 'You simply want to screw me…'

'Don't you believe me? I'll cover your body with kisses!'

She'll never change, he thought utterly surprised. She initiated this move from the beginning. She didn't have to seduce me, all she had to do was to move her little finger…

'Okay, take off your rags!' She ordered him rather rudely, making an effort to cover her own passion. She detached herself from his arms and took off her clothes, throwing her garments on the floor; and then she climbed on the bed stark naked and sat on leaning her back on the wall, with spread thighs opening herself to him.

'You said you'll cover me with kisses, go ahead and start down here, you know where.' She added watching with much interest Yoske's exposed body and the encouraging change amid his loins in particular. The passing time has left its signs in his body, but still he looks much better than Mike, well he's younger than Mike with some half a dozen years. Erella thought tensed with a pale face, and with a heaving bosom

Yoske moved over to the bed, clambered upon it on his knees and leaning on his hands settled himself between Erella's spread thighs. While he was kissing the inner sides of her white thighs, she pulled his head with both her hands towards the open red mouth between her thighs, until he touched it with his lips..The one and only time in his life in which his head was so close to that quivering member, was when he was born.

 

 

 

CHAPTER ELEVEN

 

So that's the price that I've to pay, Yoske thought while licking the external lips of that warm member, which has caused his repulsion at first.

She's turned into a pervert, or maybe it's the trend of progressive sex; or should it be defined sophisticated act in the high society, which she represents.

He overcame gradually the sense of repulsion and his lust has returned to rule him, he started to examine that small entrance with his tongue, and the depth of that inconspicuous member; while Erella was uttering low moans with a thrown back head. Yoske raised his head after several moments and watched her face. Her nape was resting on the bed's rear support, her full breasts that astounded him were moving up and down with her rhythmic breathing; her eyes were closed and her lips were parted, she was under the influence of her orgasm.

He did not lose precious time and hastened to climb all over her. She did not react and has not even opened her eyes. He penetrated her up to the hilt, and started moving in her body in ever growing frenzy, rushing to the longed for climax.

How did she get such enormous tits, she was the last one among the group's girls that I've instructed that needed a bra? Silicone implants, that's her secret, but what does it matter… He thought and leaned over to kiss her tits, and while caressing a few seconds later her breasts with his left hand, he reached his climax at last, but kept on moving inside her refusing to cut off the superb bliss that engulfed him.

Erella pushed him slightly with her hand, helping him to turn on his back beside her; and moved over laying her head on his shoulder while crushing her breasts against his ribs.

'Go take a shower you're sweating.' She whispered in his ear.

'Oh yes, I really have to go…' Yoske replied, embracing her still in his arms

'You aren't going anywhere!' She retorted.

'But I've got an appointment and someone is waiting for me…'

'Well call him and tell him that you must delay the appointment, you'll meet him this afternoon.' She added laughing and sent her hand to his flabby prick.

'I love to feel it growing,' she said huskily glancing at his face with narrow eyes and widening nostrils. She kept massaging his prick a few seconds with her hand, and then rose nimbly on her knees and sat over him, pushing his stiffening prick into her vagina; without wasting a single additional second she started to move her pelvis up and down on top of him slowly at the beginning, taking care his prick would not slip out of her body; after a short while she started to moan while throwing her head backwards with closed eyes, even before lust swept her senses to arouse Yoske's desire.

Her efforts were answered with enthusiasm, Yoske cupped her heavy breasts, supporting them, pressing them, pushing them upwards and letting slide down again; while Erella hastened her pelvis movements thumping her bottom on his thighs up to the instant of reaching her next orgasm till her fountain dried up. Again she started moving above Yoske's sprawled body beneath her slowly with much caution, not letting him to withdraw till she would be ready to gallop on him to her next orgasm.

He stopped counting the times in which she dried up and opened up to him again while watching her with amazement; but at last when he sensed that he too is about to come again, he gripped her waist with both his hands, and started to move her wildly in growing rhythm, ignoring her pleading to stop it, till he reached the senses maddening peak with his sperm eruption inside her body.

 

 

 

CHAPTER TWELVE

 

'God almighty, I've never experienced such a thing,' Erella exclaimed aloud. 'But what I'm talking about, how can I define such a gorgeous experience as a thing?' She added as if scolding herself, while they sat to eat next to the round coffee table in her suite living room. She ordered a late breakfast to her suite and insisted on sitting dressed up to eat together, while covered her nakedness with her silk gown leaving it partly open; exposing with every movement she did her proud breasts with their pink nipples.

'You should have,' Yoske opened up but he cut himself short right away.

'To let you have me then when you were my instructor, on our first date when we went to swim together?'

'You do remember still that time,' he noted excited ignoring her question. 'You loved my then…?'

'Why ask me what I felt then? I loved you just a moment ago, I love you now and I'll love you after we'll eat up our breakfast.' She summed the issue up in a feigned indifference.

'Would you leave your husband? He stopped munching and asked her with an inkling of hope. 'Would you come back to live with me?' After all he told himself she admitted just a few seconds ago that she never had such an experience before. She didn’t even have to admit it, as it was so clear.

'Don't even think of such a possibility. How about Nehama, would you leave her for me or for anyone else sake? Never mind don't answer me, I don't wish to know it.' She added not letting him to declare what's on his mind.

'But apart from it are you able to provide me the standard of living that I've been addicted to, like a junkie that can't live on without it? You didn't take into account this certain fact, and I don’t' think that you're able to grasp the full meaning of this fact and that's the simple truth!'

'Can't you provide both of us with this standard of living? That's exactly what we're doing now, isn't it?' Yoske wondered refusing to let his hope slip away.

'No I can't, and if I'll leave him and return to you, I would be left with nothing at all!'

They stopped eating and sat watching each other a few seconds.

'It's a pity I haven't thought of meeting you years ago. Well never mind we both have a rich and practical life experience, and we can't try to revive the sort of love of our teenage years.' Erella remarked with a slight cough. 'The way things have turned out as they turned is because I knew already then what I wished to have, thus in any case nothing different could have happened then; what we can do is to keep on meeting from time to time, each time I'll come to visit my family, about twice a year…Now then, as you can't answer my expectation in most my needs but in bed, end up eating and let's return to bed for a one more time.'

'If the security state would worsen would you still come to see me?'

'I'm here with you despite the security state, and I'll come again you can be sure of it.'

So her tycoon isn't so good in bed it seems, Yoske thought quite encouraged and with some relish. There's at least one domain in which I'm his better, but would I have one more erection? He thought doubtfully. But Erella's glorious tits and her moving limbs beneath her silk gown obliterated his doubts, while he was moving behind her to the bedroom.

Before they clambered upon her bed he removed her silk gown slowly, embraced her naked body and started kissing her arduously, while she was busy stripping off his cloths.

They did make love again and he did satisfy her marvelously, while he reached his climax after a long while quite exhausted.

I'm not the man I used to be… He thought disappointed by his aging body that betrays him, while Erella was resting on his chest with closed eyes, her heart's beats mingled with his own heart beats.

I've got to go it's getting late… Yoske thought watching his wrist watch. He was sure that Erella has fallen asleep, but she opened her eyes moved her body slightly backwards and leaning on her elbow  she looked at him.

'As we've already mentioned the security state, tell me Yoske do you believe in the peace agreement?'

'No and I haven't believed in that dumb idea from the very beginning, and you?'

'I don't believe in it too, but what's the reason why you didn't believe in it from its beginning and against the consensus? Erella asked him smiling.

'What's the reason that makes you doubt it?' He wondered ignoring her question.

'Don’t answer me with a question but if you insist I'll tell this, although I don't know exactly why, it's that feeling you know; I've never trusted them, never.' She added vehemently. 'I remember the days when you used to take us to the avenue of the wild fig trees, near today's Culture Palace at the edge of the Rothschild Boulevard, and we used to watch their camel caravans; or when you took us as part of  a group activity to their miserable villages in Soumail, in today's Iben Gvirol Street, and their kids used to run after us and chant "Palestina biladana kul Yahood calbana" (Palestine is ours all the Jews are our dogs) to spite us, do you remember those times? I remember the violent events and the war of independence, but how about you, why you don't you believe in that peace agreement, why?' She added with a note of naivety that surprised him,  

'Because there's no possible way to satisfy them, and that's a one and short answer. I can write a book on the reasons why we'll never satisfy them, unless they'll defeat us as they keep dreaming; or on their lost honor that is more important to them than life itself; on their disgraceful defeat in the war that they have forced upon us.' He was heated up and made a short pause, but went on: 'They'll never forgive us and they'll keep blaming us for their own shortcomings, and these facts haven't influenced our statesmen thoughts it seems. Okay let's drop that frustrating issue, how long are you going to stay?'

'I haven't decided yet, I've talked with Mike right after I've heard about the car bomb attack he asked me to take the first flight back…' 

Yoske coughed slightly with embarrassment. Must she remind me his existence? Must she extend the gap between us, to emphasize her elated state?  

'What's the matter with you can't you adapt yourself to reality?' Erella asked him with a teasing smile. 'I wouldn't mind if you'll tell what you did with Nehama last night or with someone else, if there's someone else… Never mind tomorrow morning you're with me, from eight am on! Here take this magnetic card I've got an additional one.'

'You're very practical I've learned rather painfully to know this side of your character.' Yoske remarked unable to hide his hurt feelings.

'With all the sorrow with which I'd to give you up in our past, I did the right thing after all; but there's no need to refer to our past, what for?'

'Well you're right, but tell me how did you get my mobile number, won't it complicate our tie?'

'Not at all,' Erella answered him decisively. 'A private eye provided me your mobile number. It took him five minutes or less. He asked what's your occupation, called you pastry shop introducing himself as a representative of some company that can offer you some services, I don't know the exact details, but as you were not there at that time he asked your mobile number – as simple as all that.'.


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