He wasn't like the rest of them. He hadn't been looking for a quickie non-romantic fling with a younger woman. He wanted something real.
She took it slow with him. She'd been jumping in head first for too long now. And finally she'd found someone she had been able to stick with. They'd been comfortable with each other from the start. She could tell him anything, and she often surprised herself with what she did tell him.
Now, walking home from a long day at the office, she was more than ecstatic to be coming home to him. She put her key in the lock, jiggling it to the side as she always had to in order to open the sticky lock.
As soon as the door slid open into the cream colored entry way, she heard the soft strains of David Gray's This Year's Love. Oh, what a nice surprise. The lights in the hallway were dimmed and the place smelled wonderful. She walked slowly down the hallway, leaving her purse on the hall table, shoes under it. She hummed along as she came into the dining room. He must have something in mind because that song always turned her weak and he knew it.
The dining room was like a scene from a movie. The table set for two, one lily in a bud vase sat between two tall tapers, and the chandelier above the large oak table was on low glow.
She heard pans clanking in the kitchen. Oh, goodness, was he actually cooking? She peeked in through the swinging door and saw him putting take out food into serving dishes. She should've known. With a smile on her face and a little bit of love unfolding in her heart, she turned toward the bedroom. She stripped off her uncomfortable wool suit jacket and laid it on their bed. Her silk under blouse was much more comfortable, but just to fit the mood of the evening, she slipped her bra off and left it with the jacket. Her nipples beaded under her shirt, rejoicing in the cool and the comfort and the freedom from usual restraining clothing.
She decided to leave on her hosiery since she'd gone with her expensive thigh highs and garter belt today. She padded quietly back into the dining room and leaned against the large open archway. He was setting dishes on the table, a glint in his eye.
"Hello, handsome. Waiting for me?"
He looked up with that slow grin that shot heat straight through her. "Definitely."
He grinned even wider as he straightened up, a linen napkin in his hand. He twisted it like a typical locker room boy... "No, you'd better not." She squealed, backing away with her hands in front of her.
He laughed, following teasingly.
He playfully whipped at her thighs with the twisted napkin. "You're such a girl."
"That's what you like about me." She said, drawing her body along his as she sidled past on her way back into the dining room. "Now feed me house-boy!"
He whipped her behind just before she sat down. "I'm not your house-boy."
He sat, spreading the napkin on his lap as if he'd been a perfectly behaved gentleman all night and looked at her with innocent eyes. "So how was your day?"
She didn't answer. Instead she slid a bite of tender steak into her mouth, hummed at the pleasure of wonderful food, and slid her stockinged toes up along his ankle.
She chewed slowly, giving him her naughtiest look and letting her foot continue to caress his leg. Swallowing, she finally answered, "Not as good as my night's going to be."
He lifted an eyebrow and tucked into his own food, content with the byplay for now. After a good hour of him feeding her bites, temptingly licking or kissing away imaginary stray crumbs from her mouth, and lovingly caressing her thigh under the table, they were still lingering over dessert. She couldn't make herself hurry, though, it was just too much of a pleasure to take her time. Especially when he'd taken the time to get her favorite sugar free cheesecake.
