Chapter 1
Riding in the fitted leather passenger seat of the well-equipped German sedan, she can feel the brakes being applied to slow the vehicle. Smooth yet firm breaking that followed the swift acceleration, all of his driving skills are exact, precise. The highly tuned car fits his personality she thinks as she feels the car come to a near stop. His words are always well thought out, choosing them carefully as to convey his thoughts, but not to overly endure any listener with unnecessary babble. Intelligent, creative, efficient, precise. Yes, his car and driving mannerisms are the extension of the man, what else may that say about him she wonders. The slight audible click of a turn signal is followed by what she perceives is a slow left-hand turn. The car accelerates only a little an continues for several seconds at this slow pace. Is this finally the destination? They have not driven that long actually, a few turns out of the parking lot. A stop that was apparently a red light. Another minute at a seemingly decent pace, the car undulating a little on what was likely a paved country road that mother nature is beginning to win the battle over smooth new pavement. No, they haven't been driving all that long, but when you are blindfolded, time can be a very sly adversary.
They met only two weeks earlier, at a charity function. Actually, meeting would not be the exact way to describe the encounter, but more of a reacquaintance. The two had gone to the same school in a small midwestern town 25 years prior. They were a year apart in age and did not have the same circle of friends back then, but you can't help but know most people in the town, or at the very least recognize the person. Age had actually been agreeable to both, and looking up from his glass of wine, he recognized her instantly from the girl he knew to the woman standing in front of him now.
"Katie...is that you? Wow it's been a very long time, how have you been?" he said, already knowing it was her and trying to maintain a calm demeanor when his thoughts already reacted to her vision.
He was by no means a predator as one might think with thoughts betraying him so quickly. As a matter of fact he tried very hard to never react to the thoughts that were in his mind. It took years for him to realize that being wired very erotically was ok, that he was not actually that abnormal from what a lot of people likely fantasize or dream about. 30 years ago, this notion was very different. However with the internet and more information online than a person could possibly absorb in a lifetime brought an erotic awaken, and this comforted him to a degree knowing that there are like-minded people, people who were far more extravagant with ideas and thoughts, and some that were timid but curious. He was definitely in the middle of that scale, but very erotic none the less.
At an early age he knew he had thoughts that were different but did not know how to process or handle them. At an age when transitioning from adolescence to adulthood brought a flood of erotic feelings for virtually all young men, compounding the growth with deeper erotic thoughts was challenging. He had learned early, mostly for fear of being rejected or labeled to be thoughtful with this idea and did not share them quickly. Through dating some he was able to explore which proved to be an amazing experience. He knew these feelings were deeply rooted in his soul. He also learned through those early experiences that it was rare to find someone who would share those same desires. His experience at the time was that nice girls didn't exactly like to play like that, and girls who wanted to play were not necessarily nice.
Life threw him a curve ball when he met the woman to be his wife. All things within that relationship were very good except for the single element of the eroticism. He had long since given up on finding that needle in the haystack and married a terrific woman. Life dealt them a blow twenty years into their marriage, and he found himself single. His daughter was grown and out of the house, and he now had nothing but time and resources, a combination that once again fueled all of those desires and thoughts. The world had evolved as well, and he soon began to realize that awareness, acceptance, understanding and even approval around erotic ideas were very different.
He had been successful in life which caused him to also be mindful that people he knew or might get to know may have different motives to take advantage of his success. He dated some, but kept quite a distance from anything serious, and frankly that was fine by him. He was a man that always had lots to do, he had a woodshop that he kept busy making fine furniture. He enjoyed exercise and was outside as often as the stubborn weather permitted. He had no problem filling his time and was not one to become needy for companionship. He fulfilled his erotic needs by creating some self "play time" as he liked to call it, keeping things very private and controlled. In life, and now in love, he was a cautious, careful, thoughtful person, and planned to explore long before anything serious would be allowed in his heart.
"Oh my gosh... Derek, how are you?" she said back with a grin, trying to hide the sensation that her nervous system was just plugged in to an extension cord leading to a wall socket.
She had always been quick to inwardly react to people she found interesting or exciting, and Derek was no exception. She had remembered him in school as well but did not have the opportunity to really connect their friendship in those days. She distinctly remembered a look that lingered slightly longer than it should from him and then a smile when their eyes met. Back then it produced nearly the same intense reaction her nerves were feeling now. She didn't know him to be overly flirtatious and always wondered what that long look and smile was truly about in his mind.
After school they did not cross paths again. She had met a man soon after graduating whom she married and soon after began their family. This part of her life fulfilled her greatly as she very much loved her two children. However, she desperately missed more out of life and a part of her was searching in her mind almost constantly for this need. Little would anyone realize from her outwardly appearance the level of thoughts that frequented her imagination. She was very pretty but not one to overly exaggerate her physical features. She was slightly short standing at five foot three, but had very nice curves and slightly longer than average legs. She had somewhat of an athletic build or even a dancer's style of body. She had always had dark hair which framed her face and her amazing brown eyes, which were always subject to her trademark accessory, a pair of stylish glasses. Her smile could melt hearts, but also was a telling sign of her inner feelings, as she was accustomed to biting her lower lip when she was slightly nervous or felt some anxiety.
Growing up also in a small town she went through a few phases in her youth. Most of these she kept to herself for fear of others who were much more traditional thinking less of her. At one point in her life she had a gothic phase, painting her room dark colors and adorning the walls with decorations, some very questionable in nature. Changing from this phase and maturing some, she changed her room to a light green color and matched the walls with a light green and plaid bedspread. Although her phases of cloths and room colors changed somewhat, an inner erotic desire never altered. In fact the more she grew and understood her own needs and desires, the more her erotic feelings pushed to the surface. She had to be careful with these feelings as the small community would definitely not understand the depths to which she fantasized. Little did the two reacquaintances know how much that had in common in that respect.
She pushed in her marriage for communication and was open regarding her desires. Her husband who was not the best communicator did like the added sexual attention, but he was not as secure in the levels of which she often fantasized with him. He had an erotic side as well, but at times it would turn to jealousy, confusion, resentment, and she often wondered if it was worth the anxiety and pull it caused in the relationship. She began to closet those fantasies and thoughts and opted for a more traditionally way of expressing her physical desires. Once again, she found herself as in her youth, having to change her inner desire to please the outward judge of her current life.
Over time, the two drifted apart and as her children grew and matured, the decision was made to go their separate ways. She was happy, free, taking life one step at a time, and at a whim from an invite from a girlfriend, found herself at a charity event. She certainly didn't have a desire to bid on overly expensive items that most likely didn't match her style, but her friend explained there would be wine, and an excuse to dress up. That sealed the deal, and an hour into the event and two glasses of wine later, her nervous system was on fire at their initial conversation.
"I'm well thank you" he said with a smile that continued to charge her nervous systems energy. "I am happy to have a distraction from this boring event. It's a great cause and I am happy to help, but I was actually considering leaving shortly, but if I may, can I get you another glass of wine and we can catch up"? he looked at her with that smile and she bit her lower lip slightly as he asked.
"That sounds nice actually, as my friend has seemed to disappear, and I am about empty with this glass." She said flashing a smile and tapping on her glass indicating a soft red.
"I'll be right back, perhaps you can help me choose something on this silent auction table while I get more wine?" he asked as he moved by her, indicating the table he was referring to and bushing her arm as he directed her attention.
As she walked over to the long table with several items on the table, she was completely lost in the thought of carrying on a conversation with him and how quickly it had ignited the feelings in her soul. Surely this cannot be anything, but she also realized how she has missed the excitement of something or someone new, and already pondered the magic of a first kiss. She quickly shook her head clear of that thought as she walked over to the table to begin her charity assignment.
As he stood at the makeshift bar, he turned to observe his new friend. He watched as she walked over to the long charity table, her black high heels clinking on the hard floor and she moved. It was cool outside that evening, and she clearly opted for pants instead of a little black dress which is fairly common at functions like this. As he watched her and truly soaked in her appearance for the first time from head to toe, he was very taken back. She had worn a black long sweater shirt that suggested just a little bit of cleavage, not at all distasteful but suggesting a little bit of confidence. She wore a black wide leather belt around the shirt at her mid torso, complementing her figure. The shirt hung low and stopped just above the lower portion of her nicely shaped bottom. What he could then see was already driving him crazy. She had on a pair of black leggings that appeared to be a very wet look type of material. He was very aware of this look as it often was the subject of many of his google searches when he would research ideas for erotic outfits. In this particular occasion however, it was completely tastefully done, and the entire outfit was then finished with a pair of black high heels. It was the perfect mix of class, style and sexiness. A hard combination to do well, and she had it perfectly presented he thought to himself.
She was nearly through the row of silent auction items when she felt his presence beside her. She turned to see the wine glass extending to her, "and I believe this was what you were drinking?" he asked as she took the glass and gave a sip.
