Rose was dashing around grabbing all the things she didn't want to forget when
Paul's third e-mail came -
" Don't forget that trench coat and scarf, the one I like?"
What an odd message. But Rose knew what he meant and it was San Francisco. No one could predict the weather and such things were always needed there.
He was coming across for a convention, four days twenty miles south of the bay. If she could make it they'd only have three days but they hadn't seen each other for three months, so she was going to make it if it was the last thing that she did. Theirs had always been an odd affair comprised of snatched moments, thick letters and passionate telephone calls late at night. In the four plus years that they had known each other, Rose could still count the number of times they had actually been together. But as the clickety-clack of the train went on beneath her, she remembered how they had first met and why such an atypical relationship had continued for so long.
She was in the piano bar at the Madison in New York waiting for yet another friend who had talked her into joining her on a trip. It would be great fun; New York in the autumn was a wonderful place to be. She didn't know anyone in New
York really, this way they both could enjoy it and not be lonely. And true to the way things always went, her friend had met a man on the second day and hadn't worried about being lonely, since.
Rose sat in the all too close booth and thought of something to do, when she got tired waiting and left in twenty or so minutes it would take her to finish her drink. She was sorry that she let the waiter talk her into the house cocktail, it was one of those tall affairs that took forever to drink if you wanted to be able to walk after you were done.
She knew that her friend wasn't coming and in an up scale lounge filled with executive and model types, a buxom beauty was something to wonder about at best. She felt the dampness collecting on her forehead and at her armpits. It wasn't a warm night but she was beginning to have the feeling that she had had when her senior class went to a small amusement park and it was discovered that she as a bit too large for the bumper cars. She was going to gather her things and go ~ Damn the eight dollar drink.
Eking her way out of the booth, she had dropped her bag and when she straightened up, found a man who had been sitting at the bar, now standing over her.
"Good evening." Rose was taken back for an instance by his smile.
"Good evening, oh this must be your regular booth? I'm just leaving now."
" No. Actually I usually sit at the bar. But I was wondering..."
" Yes ~ you're meeting someone and booths do seem to be hard to get."
" No. I was sitting at the bar and I saw you sitting here and I thought..."
"That I was someone you remembered from..."
" Do you always do this?"
" I'm sorry...Do what?"
" Get in the way of a man who finds you attractive and is wondering if you might share a drink in a dark club on a crowded night?"
Hardly able to respond Rose had let Paul join her. And in her silence Rose found herself wonderfully entertained for the rest of the night. He was a man who believed in directness and so made it very clear that a woman with breasts a man could get lost between had always aroused him. At one point during the night, Rose's napkin had dropped from the table and he retrieved it from her lap, lingering long enough to caress her heavy thigh and smile appreciatively. Did she know what the sound of thick thighs rubbing against each other did to him?
Rose let two-thirds of his questions go unanswered that night, as she fought the blush that grew under her deep amber skin. He overwhelmed Rose. She had known men who found fat women attractive but never in such a public fashion. Being with him was hypnotizing. Because he didn't notice the room around them, she lost sight of it as well.
She sat on the train letting the miles between them melt, as she went over her reservations and read his first e-mail again -
"Three days - it isn't much but if you come there's something very special I'd like to share with you first thing and we can figure out what we'll do with the rest of the time later."
She smiled and wondered what she hadn't seen in San Francisco?
She checked in, rushed to her room and was busily selecting something to wear. It was almost seven when the phone rang -
" I'm glad you made it!" His voice reached out of the phone and surrounded her once more.
" So am I. So ~ where are you and what should I wear for dinner"
"Did you bring your raincoat?"
"Yes?"
"And that lushes white silk scarf?"
"What's going on, Paul?" Rose could hear that devilish smile he must be wearing on his face.
"Take out a pair of those delicious black nylons that go all the way up those luscious thick thighs and stop just short of your wonderfully heavy fat ass." She could feel that need to look over her shoulder that he always created when he talked like that on a phone. "And Rose? Wear that heavy string of pearls that hangs down between those luscious breasts and plays with your... do you have them with you, the pearls?"
She felt herself growing damp.
"Yes I have them, but what's going on?"
" And the coat, you have the coat?"
"Yes Paul, I have the coat."
" You're set then!"
It was a Chocolate silk raincoat. She had worn it as a dress many times before, but this seemed different.
"Will you do it for me; wear it as a dress?"
" What is all of this?"
