The Chauffeur

The snowflakes swirled in their quick dance all around the diminutive man. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled his leopard print scarf tighter up and around his slim, pale neck. He had chosen to duck out and wait outside the restaurant to escape the routine goodbyes that always took too long. After almost thirty years of music, parties, and after parties, his band mates never seemed to tire of it. He did. Every one of them worked hard and put in the time and energy but he always felt as though he was the one holding everything together. Long after the instrumental and vocal tracks had been recorded, he remained; mixing, editing, perfecting. When it came to nights like these of what should be celebration, he felt he couldn't even relax because there was still work for him to do. With a deep breath and a right of his posture, he ended the pity party and enjoyed the sound of the cars passing by on the slushy street. People hurriedly walking by didn't seem to take note of him. He almost blended into the shadows in his black wool coat. The only thing stopping that was his platinum blond pixie-ish hair. 'It shouldn't be much longer before a taxi comes by,' he thought. 'He' was Nick Rhodes, keyboardist and founding member of Duran Duran.

He had no sooner finished that thought and looked up to see a black stretch limo pulling up across the street. Even though he was a star in his own right, he couldn't help but wonder who may be getting out of it. The limo sat there idling for a few moments. Finally, the driver's door opened. The only thing he could see was arguably the most beautiful sight he had seen in a long time. One incredibly long and elegant leg unfolded out of the limo. He looked first at the black Minolo stiletto, letting his eyes travel up the black nylon-clad leg. Just atop the end of the stocking was a garter and a peek of alabaster skin that had been revealed as the driver's skirt rode up slightly in preparation of exiting the limo. As the rest of the leg's owner revealed herself, he pulled in a sharp, cold breath. 'My God,' he thought, 'am I dreaming?'

The woman stood to her full height of at least six feet tall in the exquisite heels. She was clad in a black mini skirt, black tailored jacket with black satin edging, and a black chauffeur's hat. From underneath the hat cascaded the most gorgeous, wavy, chestnut hair which fell to brush the woman's shoulder blades. She arched her back slightly as she removed the hat briefly to shake out her shiny tresses. Nick was captivated. He watched her walk into the nightclub she had parked in front of. He found himself wanting to wait to watch her come out. He waved a taxi by that had slowed to the curb to collect him. He had to see her again.

Just as the cold finally started to bite through his coat, she emerged. Alone. She was talking on a cell phone and gesturing dramatically. The call ended quickly and everything about her body language seemed to say she was frustrated. He figured she had probably been called to pick someone up that was no longer there. It was in this moment that he decided that a limo would be far better to travel home in than a taxi. Especially one driven by a gorgeous woman whom he just had to meet. He darted across the street just as the woman was getting back into the limo and closing the door. He rapped lightly on the glass, unable to see her face in the glare of the street lamp. The motorized window slid down. As it did, all he could see was the lower half of her face showing from under the hat. Her lips were full and pouty with a layer of red shiny lip colour. She tilted her head and liquid brown eyes slowly lifted from under the brim of her hat to rest on his face. He felt a drop in his stomach.

"Yes, may I help you," the woman asked. Her voice was like warm silk gliding over his skin and into his ear.

"It seems you've been stood up," he mused.

"In fact, I have. How did you know?"

"I was standing across the street and saw you pull up," he admitted.

"Yes, well, it does happen from time to time. I suppose I should be going," said the woman.

"Wait. Em, as long as your person didn't show up, are you for hire?" Nick mentally slapped himself for making the woman sound like a prostitute.

One corner of the woman's lip curved up, showing she had made the same comparison from his words. "Well, I suppose I am. How long will you be needing my services?"

"I will just be needing a ride home," he answered.

Nick backed up and allowed the woman to exit the limo again. He didn't need her to open the door for him but he wanted to see her legs again. Standing next to her he now realized that she stood a full head taller than him in the heels. That was just fine with him. He had always had a penchant for tall women, especially ones who were mostly leg. They reminded him of mannequins that you could dress and pose as you wished.

Nick followed the woman to the back passenger door and allowed her to open it for him. He thanked her and slid in. He immediately turned and realized that the tinted window between him and the driver was up. As soon as he felt her get back into the limo, he lightly rapped on the glass. It lowered slowly. He noticed that if he looked in the rearview mirror, he could see her eyes perfectly.

"Yes," the woman asked.

"Do you mind if we keep the glass lowered so I can talk to you?"

"No, not at all," she replied a little surprised.

"May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, Miss?"

"Anastasia," she answered. He couldn't see her lips in the mirror but the corner of her eyes narrowed, telling him she had smiled.

"Anastasia," he repeated quietly as if he needed to hear himself say it. "I'm Nick, nice to meet you."

"Thank you. It's nice to meet you as well." Nick knew that given her profession, she had met a lot of celebrities and had been well trained by the limo company to be professional and discreet. Anastasia, of course, then wouldn't admit that she recognized him but her eyes had told him she had.

"May I have your address please?"

"Oh, yes, I suppose that would help," Nick laughed. He gave it to her and felt happy at the fact it would take them about a half hour to get there. It gave him more time to talk with her and admire her stunning eyes in the mirror. He also learned that if he leaned forward slightly, he could see her legs from knee to thigh without her probably noticing. Before long, Nick had to adjust himself and relieve the pressure on his growing erection. Nick was thankful it was Winter and could hide this effect she had on him with his coat.

He kept asking her questions because when she responded, she always looked at him in the mirror. After one of these questions, he failed to look up to meet here eyes, allowing her to see that he had been admiring her legs. She smiled. 'I know who you are, Nick Rhodes,' she thought, 'and now I know you're a leg man.'

She didn't know the half of it. He was a leg, foot and shoe man. Nick had discovered this fetish for the first time around 10 years old. He had been playing with the neighbor girl. She had wanted to play dress up and put makeup on him. Of course he had let her, being fascinated by color and imagery even at a young age. During play, he and the girl had been running around her bedroom and he accidentally got too close and stepped on the back of her dress. She was wearing her mother's oversized heels and couldn't catch her balance. They both tumbled to the ground. He was laughing and tried to help her up but she had been mad at him for tripping her and kicked out at him, catching him in the chest with her high heel-clad foot. Something stirred in him. He grabbed her ankle and ran his thumb over the silk shoe. Time seemed to stand still as he felt the fabric and the pressure of her heel still pushing into his stomach. This was also the moment he had his first erection. The girl eventually pulled her foot away and, thankfully, hadn't noticed his condition. He was never the same again.

Just before they got to Nick's street, her phone rang.

"Excuse me, please. This is my boss, I have to take it."

Nick listened to her one-sided conversation and could ascertain that her next client had cancelled. This gave him an idea.

"I couldn't help but hear that your next appointment fell through. Does this mean you're free for a while?"

"Well, my shift ends at midnight so if there is anywhere else you would like to go, I can have another driver meet us there and take you home when you're ready," she responded.

"No," Nick stated slowly, "there isn't anywhere else I wish to go. I was going to invite you in for a drink."

"While I appreciate the offer, I really shouldn't. It isn't professional and it has implications," she intimated.

"You said yourself you're off at midnight. That's only twenty minutes from now. I am going to go inside and enjoy a glass of wine. You can wait twenty minutes to drink yours if it makes you feel better. And, yes, I'm very aware that it has 'implications'," Nick drawled as he raised an eyebrow.

'I must be crazy to pass this up,' Anastasia thought. "Ok, but only if you keep this between us."

"Oh, believe me, Dear, I will," Nick said. He waited for her to exit the limo and come around to his side. She opened the door for him again. He got out and couldn't help but reach out and slowly slide his hand up the inside of her leg as he rose. He leaned into her and inhaled her scent. He exhaled a warm breath on her collarbone as he slowly moved his hand away and walked past her toward his door. Anastasia stood there trembling for a moment before she could close the door and follow. This man knew exactly how to make her weaken.

She followed Nick inside and as he closed the door behind her, she went to remove her shoes so as not to get any slush on his beautiful hard wood floors.

"No. Don't. I want you to keep them on," he said. "Stay right there." Nick went into the kitchen and grabbed a towel. He came back and slowly knelt on one knee before her. He deliberately lifted each foot one at a time and toweled off her shoes, growing harder by the second. Once her shoes were dry, Nick stood, taking a step closer to her. He shrugged his coat off and leaned to place it on the hook behind her. He then reached up and removed her hat. He hung it on the hook next to his coat. He righted himself in front of her and stood there just taking her in for a moment. He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair gently to loosen her curls and fluff up her hair from having the hat on. Anastasia closed her eyes and sighed at the feeling of his touch. My God this man knew what he was doing.

Nick knew exactly what he was doing to her. This was far from the first time he had seduced a woman. It was, however, the first time in a long time he could remember being this taken by one. He learned very little about her during the ride but he felt drawn in by her. He admired her beauty but felt there was more to her, he just needed to find out what that was.

Nick backed away, wordlessly beckoning her to follow him into the kitchen. As she stood next to his Italian marble counter, she couldn't help but run her fingers over its smooth surface. Nick made a mental note that she must be a tactile person. Perfect, he mentally grinned.

She watched him open a door in the kitchen and disappear down some stairs. He reappeared moments later with a bottle of 2005 Tignanello. She stood and observed as he deftly opened the bottle and reached for two glasses from the nearby wine glass display. He poured both glasses before offering her hers. He raised his glass and said, "To chance meetings."

They touched glasses and as she took her first sip she watched how his smoky lined eyes sparkled so green in the soft, warm light of the kitchen. His eyes watched her lips as she drank. She leaned back against the island and let her eyes take in her surroundings. Her eyes fell back to him as he stepped toward her. He reached out and took her glass from her, setting both hers and his on the island beside her. He put his right hand on her waist and pressed into her. She could feel his erection pressing into her thigh. Anastasia allowed her head to fall back as he ran his other hand up her outer thigh. Nick buried his face in her neck and let his lips trail slow, heated kisses across her throat. He felt the vibration in her throat as she moaned, urging him onward.

Nick's hand lightly traced the lace pattern on the top of her stocking while he continued his path of kisses up along her jawbone. When he reached her lips, he captured her lower lip between his, sucking it into his mouth and lightly nipping at it. He soothed the scant bites with his tongue before capturing her entire mouth in his. Anastasia moaned into his mouth as she felt Nick press even harder into her. He began moving against her very slowly, relieving the aching need in him to have contact with her. He sensed she needed the same contact and moved his hand from her outer thigh to gently rest the back of it on the outside of her silk panties. He could feel her heat and moisture. He slowly brushed his hand back and forth over her mound. She began moving against his hand in lust-filled desperation.

Just as they were building a rhythm together, Nick backed away. He was breathing heavily and brought his hand up to run It through his hair. He stood there watching her heaving breasts with his fingers touching his lips. His eyes moved hungrily over her body. He stepped forward suddenly and grasped her hips, lifting her up and onto the countertop. Anastasia noted that he was much stronger than he looked. Nick reached his long, elegant fingers out and began nimbly undoing the buttons on her jacket. He slowly peeled the lapels back and moved to cup her breasts. He felt the weight of them, not large but big enough to have beautifully rounded mounds at the top of her bra. Nick used his thumbs to trace the outline of her nipples, causing her to arch her back and press her breasts further into his hands. He pulled down the very edge of the lace and slowly took a nipple into his mouth. He traced lazy circles around it before quickly flicking his tongue back and forth. Anastasia thought she would come right then and there. She imagined she was leaving evidence of her wetness on his countertop. Nick released her nipple and moved to her other breast. His desire overtook him and he bit down lightly causing Anastasia to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He quickly soothed her with long, flat strokes of his tongue. Nick leaned back and began to undo the buttons on his shirt Anastasia reached out to help him but he politely pushed her hand away. He wanted her to watch him. Yes, the voyeur had a little exhibitionism in him.

Nick let his shirt slide from his shoulders and onto the floor. He returned his hands to Anastasia' legs. He caressed her stockings. He held onto her legs as he stepped back. He moved back until his hands were circled around her ankles. He lifted up her legs and placed her feet on his chest. He leaned forward, allowing the sharpness of her heels to press into his flesh. He pulled in a sharp breath and let a sigh escape his full lips as he flashed back to that defining day and indulged the ten-year-old boy in him that was denied so long ago.

He brought one of her shoes up to his mouth and ran his tongue along the spiked heel, drawing it into his mouth in much the same way that a woman would take a lover into her mouth. He placed her foot back on his chest. He looked up into her face, almost forgetting there was someone attached to these legs. He was searching her eyes for acceptance and understanding in this adventure. As if knowing what he needed, Anastasia slowly nodded giving him the permission to completely indulge his fantasy. He needed no further affirmation. Nick immediately removed one of Anastasia's shoes and set it gently on the counter next to the wine glasses. He slid his hands up her thigh to the garter. He was not a stranger when it came to knowing his way around women's undergarments and quickly released her stocking from it. He looked up into her eyes, holding her gaze as he peeled it from her leg and discarded it to the side.

Nick picked up his glass of wine and tilted it, spilling a small amount onto her foot. He watched in lustful admiration as the garnet-colored liquid contrasted against her alabaster skin, running down toward her beautifully shaped toes that wore the same colour as her lips. Nick brought her foot up and slowly suckled her toes, catching the heady nectar before it could fall to the floor. He slowly used his tongue to clean up her foot.

Anastasia no longer wanted to be just a passive participant in Nick's fantasy. She watched as Nick unbuckled his belt but she stopped him as he reached for the top of his pants. "I have a fantasy of my own," she purred. "I like to see and feel a man's hard cock through his pants."

She immediately knew how she could combine their desires. She raised her foot again, this time even with Nick's hips. She reached out and placed her foot gently against the straining bulge in his pants. "Oh, God," Nick gasped as she began slowly moving her foot up and down along his length. She could feel the exact outline of his cock and was torturing him with her movements. She again marveled at how his small stature would never have given away how large he really was. She began alternating between long, slow strokes and moving her foot back and forth quickly to create a vibration against him. Nick arched his hips toward her. He looked down, watching her foot moving against his hardness. A small spot was forming on the front of his pants from his desire. He couldn't take much more.

He roughly grabbed Anastasia's legs and yanked her toward him, almost pulling her off the counter. She like the aggressive Nick that was emerging now. He leaned her back on the counter and moved his hands up to unzip her skirt. He pulled her skirt down along with the garter and remaining stocking, letting her shoe fall with them. He marveled in the sight of her nakedness. He took in her flat, somewhat muscular stomach, letting his eyes drift lower to the almost bare sex that he now craved. He leaned over her and nuzzled his nose against her stomach, the heat of his breath sending shivers across her skin. He dipped his tongue into her navel and teased her, showing her what his tongue could do. He blazed kisses and licks down her lower stomach until he reached her aching pussy. He admired the light playing off her glistening lips for a second before leaning down again and parting her lips with one long upward stroke of his tongue. "Ah," Anastasia cried out.

Nick took this as encouragement and began swirling his tongue in circles around her engorged clit. He pulled her bud into his mouth and used his full lips to suck gently, creating a perfect suction. Even more blood rushed to plump her clit as he did this. Anastasia was moving her slickness against his face in response to the amazing feeling that was warming her core and radiating to her limbs. She could feel her release coming. Nick sensed this as well and took two of his long fingers and slid them into her wetness. He could feel her tightening around his fingers and sped up his motion inside her and of his mouth which was now clamped over her pussy as his tongue flicked rapidly against her clit.

"Oh, God! Oh, N-Nick," Anastasia managed to cry out as her hips arched up in one final thrust toward her release. Nick held still and let her ride out the waves of her orgasm that crashed down upon her. When she had started to rest her hips back on the counter, he gently removed his mouth from her and slid his fingers out. He put his fingers in his mouth and savored the flavor of her again as he stared directly into her eyes. He watched as she tried to recapture her breath. He reached forward and brushed away the wet tress that had glued itself to her temple. He planted a quick and hungry kiss on her swollen lips before giving her a smile that said, 'My turn.'