Jillian awoke about seven as she typically did. Picking up her phone to check the weather she noticed she had a text from Bill. He had made dinner reservations for 7 o'clock tonight at a restaurant on Newbury Street. He would meet her at her apartment and walk her over or she could meet him at the restaurant, whichever she preferred. He wasn't kidding about being up early. The text was sent at 5:27 AM.
Pleased but nervous she texted back, *Meet you there at 7*
It was casual day at the office (every Friday was) so she wore jeans and a sweater to work. She was looking forward to changing into something nice for dinner. The day dragged. Finally, at four she couldn't stand it anymore and announced she was leaving. Coworkers wished her a good weekend and off she went. The sky had that leaden grey look that in a month or so would forebode snow.
After walking from the Green Line stop to her apartment she let herself in and delighted in the anticipation of the evening. She changed her mind about what to wear four times. She tried different makeup looks and dismissed them all. Looking at the clock she began to get nervous about the time, though she had plenty. She took a shower and shaved everything from her armpits to nether region to legs. She worked in her moisturizer on every area of skin she could reach.
She realized as she dressed that tonight's preparations were entirely different from nights when she was heading out to feed. Tonight she wanted to be pleasing to one man, one specific man. She had shaved everything in case they ended up having sex but that was not her agenda. The first three outfits she rejected were too daring for a nice night with a man she was interested in for reasons other than physical. In the end she chose a simple black dress that hugged her curves without being tight. The hem fell a little lower than mid thigh so that when she sat nothing would be overexposed.
As if to remind herself of the difference between tonight and a night on the prowl she wore a bra and panties. Granted it was an expensive lace bra that hid nothing and the panties were silk and cut high on each side leaving her thighs completely uncovered and half of each rear cheek exposed. She put her hair up in a loose bun and wore some dangling silver earrings. She added a silver necklace and cuff bracelet.
She added a very light swash of pale green eyeshadow and some light pink lipstick. She lightly dabbed some perfume behind each ear, between her breasts and on her wrists. The completion to her ensemble was the Michael Kors boots.
With a red cashmere shawl over her shoulders she strolled over to Newbury Street. Bill was standing outside the restaurant in a shirt and repp tie, a camel hair sport jacket, grey wool pants, black tassel loafers and a huge smile.
Tonight he didn't ask, he just leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
"Damn woman, you look wonderful and smell lovely, too."
"Decided to get the compliment in early tonight?" she teased.
"No, those were just statements of fact. You look marvelous tonight."
"Thank you," she said, once again dropping her eyes out of shyness as she spoke to him, or perhaps something else.
"You wore those boots again," he smiled, nodding to her feet.
"Well, I do have other footwear but you made mention of them last night so I thought perhaps you might like seeing me in them again."
"May I confess something to you?" He leaned in conspiratorially, "I have a bit of a fetish for women's high heels, especially high heel boots so I'm very happy you wore them again. I promise not to make a fool of myself slobbering all over them in public, but in private..."
It was the first sexually oriented comment he had made to her and it created a tingle in her core between her hips and made her nipples hard. She slipped her hand in his arm as she breathed in his ear, "You'll be happy to learn, then, that I have a fairly good collection of high heels, and boots as well."
"Grrrr," he growled softly in her ear. "An amazing woman and she has heels and boots to appeal to my fetish. You may be sorry you ever met me."
As they approached the maitre d' they bantered back and forth using heels and boots as the subject. The man showed them to a small booth along the side wall of the restaurant. As Jillian slid into the booth Bill slid in beside her, despite the place settings being one on each side of the table. Without batting an eye the maitre d' called a busboy over and had him shift the place setting in front of Bill.
"Hope you don't mind. I had to make a choice between looking at you across the table all night or being next to you and I chose being next to you."
Jillian kissed his cheek and wiped off the trace of pink she left there before saying, "I think I could get accustomed you being close to me."
After checking with her as to preferences Bill ordered a bottle of red wine. When it arrived he dispensed with the formalities of feeling the cork, sniffing the bouquet and taking the tasting that was offered. He said to the wine steward, "Honestly, I don't know much about wines. I have no doubt that all of your wines are in order and if there were to be a problem you would know before I did."
Pleased, the wine steward poured Jillian's glass before pouring a full measure in Bill's. "Thank you for your confidence, sir," the steward said before making a slight bow and moving to another table.
They clinked glasses and had their first sips. Bill questioned Jillian about what she liked to eat as she looked over the menu and remarked on items.
When their waiter arrived Bill ordered an appetizer and proceeded to order for Jillian and then himself. Jillian had never had that done to (?) for (?) her before. She was picking up that Bill liked being in the lead and that he liked making decisions for her. He was strong willed and she was surprised to find that she approved of that.
As they started a second bottle of wine with their main course both felt more relaxed in the other's presence. Conversation flowed more easily and topics were more interesting. At one point Jillian looked at Bill and asked, "How was your day? It certainly did start early judging by the text you sent me at 5:27 this morning!"
"Busy, and long. My first surgery was at 6:30 this morning and I finished my third of the day a little after five tonight."
"How long are your typical operations?"
"Well, usually anywhere from two to four hours but some can be as long as ten hours. This morning's was a bit over 5 hours, the other two were a little over two hours each. Nothing too difficult." His body betrayed him as he tried to stifle the yawn that snuck up on him.
Jillian watched his eyes grow wide as she playfully rubbed the toe of her boot against his leg. "I thought that might help keep you alert," she teased.
He reached down under the tablecloth and caressed his hand up and down the shaft of smooth leather encasing her calf. "These are very nice boots."
Her reaction was almost a purr from deep in her throat, "Mmmmmm, I like the feel of your hand traversing my boot."
"Get used to it. If you're going to appeal to my interests you'll have to deal with the consequences."
"Play nice," she taunted, "I don't want want to have to get rough with you." She maneuvered her boot to jab at his calf with the spike heel.
"Hey now. Pleasure and pain may be cousins but I don't like one without the other!" His hand gripped her thigh firmly and she removed her heel and returned her toe. "That's a good girl." He patted her thigh.
She couldn't understand her reaction to him calling her a 'good girl'. On the surface she was mildly irritated but inside she was excited. She felt her pussy pulse and knew that moisture was beginning to seep from the walls.
"How would you feel about having dessert at my place?" he asked as the dinner plates were cleared.
"I think," she paused, "I think I would like that."
They strolled down Newbury Street arm in arm occasionally stopping to look in windows of the high priced shops. Taking Exeter they moved to Beacon Street and then to the steps of one of the brownstones lining both sides. Bill owned the condo on the second and third floors of the building. Opening the door Bill stood aside and gestured for Jillian to enter. Once inside he lead her up a flight of stairs to a living room on the third floor. The bow window looked over Beacon street. The leather couch and arm chairs looked comfortable and used without being worn.
"Have a seat. Would you like something to drink? For dessert you have the option of strawberries and cream, ice cream in 3 different flavors, coffee and I think I have some coconut cake left."
Jillian sat on the couch and and patted the cushion next to her. "Why don't you just sit here and relax for a minute. You seem tense."
Bill took a depth breath and let it out. He sat next to her and sighed. "I wanted everything to go right tonight. I wanted to impress you and make sure you'd see me again. I got home later than I planned so I had to rush through the dessert plan. I don't date a lot and I just really wanted things to go..."
He was silenced by Jillian placing her lips on his and her tongue slipping between them. Bill recovered quickly, cradled her in his arms and let his tongue enjoy the taste of her. She pulled back to look at him.
"I think a second date is already pretty well in the bag. Don't over think it Doctor." She giggled.
He smothered her with kisses. It was if he was trying to ingest her. They kissed passionately for minutes.
"Wow," they said almost perfectly in sync.
"I hate to bring this up at a point like this, but, where is the bathroom?"
"Right this way, mademoiselle."
Bill sat on the couch to await Jillian's return. In the bathroom, as she sat on the toilet she tried to wrap her head around what was happening to her. She didn't get emotionally involved with guys, certainly not this fast. Why was she feeling like this about Bill?
Having completed the reason for her visit she adjusted everything back in place and opened the door to return to the living room so that she didn't keep him waiting too long. "I'm ..." she stopped short. Bill's head was back and he was fast asleep on the couch.
As quietly as she could she slipped off her boots and tip toed over to the couch. As gently as she could she sat next to Bill and draped his arm over her shoulder. She rested her head on his shoulder and listened to the rhythm of his breathing feeling a sense of calm come over her. In minutes she, too, was asleep.
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It was light outside when Jillian awoke. Everything seemed strange. She didn't know where she was, her face was pressed against something and there was someone behind her! She tried to move and felt the someone behind move as well.
