I live for the moment I hear that catch in her throat with our first kiss. Her breathing getting heavier with each tender touch and caress of her sensitive places, I wait for those three words she will not say..., yet.
Chapter 25 - Dinner With Ryan Dessert
Out of the shower, standing at the vanity, running my beard and mustache trimmer over my, 'in look for men my age.' That 'in look' thought, always reminding me how Catherine complimented me on how she liked my look. Along with, how she loved the feel of that, 'in look,' rubbing over her breast, over her inner thighs and especially -- rubbing my chin over her smooth vulva. Where now that picture of Neil she showed me, him with the, 'in look for men his, age.' His though, more salt and pepper than mine -- me, about twenty years younger with dark sandy blond hair, but still my vision of his face between Catherine's thighs, rubbing over her pussy...
Now it's the full length dressing mirror, the reflection of myself looking back, not bad Swaggart, you do clean up pretty well. In this charcoal gray suite, small blue check shirt, this contrasting tie thinking, how long has it been since the last time I dressed like this. Of the three suites I own, this one more appropriate for winter, two more lighter in color and weight for spring, summer or fall. But its been my Marine Corps Class A's and Dress Blues that have seen me more often in them.
Gathering up my heavy charcoal gray over coat, gray scarf, black leather gloves, it's turning out lights, setting the alarm system to away, then it's out to my truck and on my way to Ryan's house.
This drive to Ryan's, in moderate traffic is usually about thirty minutes; it's just a few miles past where Erin use to go to school. But being a Friday night and weekend traffic it means getting stopped at more traffic lights, so it's leaving ten minutes earlier then I usually would.
Pulling to the curb in front of Ryan's house, it's a quick glance at the dash board clock to see six-fifty-six, a good thing I left early -- seven o'clock the lady said.
The complex of town homes here where Ryan lives went in about four and half years ago, and was quickly populated by young professionals and 'tecki-types' like Ryan who does web design for some very exclusive clients. But now walking up the drive way it's a short pause to admire Ryan's pearl white BMW two door M2, parked here outside of the garage -- yeah, a real sweet ride and she's letting me drive it again tonight.
Pressing the door bell button where it's only a few seconds before Ryan's opening the inside door with her enthusiastic, "Hello!" I'm so happy to 'seee,' you," she telling me as she's opening the storm door.. "Now get your butt in here so I can give you a big hug," she's telling me as I'm stepping inside. Which turns into a squeeze fest of hugs and more then 'brotherly' kisses; I think she's happy to see me!
"MY GOD..., look at you," she's saying, stepping back from me. "You do..., clean up pretty well -- nice look too," she's telling me, right before stepping back into me for another hug and more than 'brotherly' kisses.
But with her stepping back from me again it's with my, "You..., look..., amazing yourself!" Telling her, which is a definite understatement! She, is absolutely gorgeous, standing there in those black ankle strap high heels, scooped neckline black dress, the hem just slightly above the knees, her dark auburn hair in a much different hair style from the last time I saw her. A gold necklaces drawing the eyes to that modest hint of her nice cleavage.
"You are just downright stunning girl!" Telling her and no exaggeration in that.
"You like, huh," she ask, doing a slow three-sixty turn in front of me.
"Like?" "Ryan...," "That would be a total and ridiculous, understatement lady!"
Her return is that gorgeous smile along with her, "Thank you," she tells me, just before she walks away to the easy sway of her hips and her eye catching heart shaped butt moving under the sleek material of her dress.
"Ryan, that dress style, what do you call it," asking her.
"It's called a sheath," she says, stopping to look back at me. "It's a classic, not to formal all around evening dress," she tells me. "I think Sally has, or had one," she's telling me now.
"I was just curious," replying. "Another woman, a friend, describe one a little different then the one your wearing. I didn't see it, but it sounded familiar -- maybe like the one I do remember Sally having," telling Ryan.
"Yes, a lot of women have them," she says. "It's simple, classic and sexy, without being over the top," she's saying back.
"Well, it sure looks good on you!" telling her, as she's coming back towards me after taking a long heavy winter coat from a closet. "Can you help me on with this," she ask, holding the coat out to me.
"Of course," telling her as I'm holding the coat where she slides her arms into the sleeves, turns towards me, buttoning it up as she does. Then, pulling the long scarf she also brought along with her coat around her neck. Now it's picking up her purse, gloves and keys; the keys she hands to me, "Your driving," she tells me. "I can't drive wearing these heels," she says, " Just don't run over anyone," she bust on me.
"I promise I'll be careful," telling her. Where she strokes her gloved hand over my cheek, leans into me with a soft kiss to my lips, "I know you will," she says. Then following me out the door she pulls closed behind her, checking to be sure it locked, then it's over and into her car.
I really like this car a lot, but a bit of squeeze for me getting in until I get the seat adjusted to suite me. Then backing down the driveway, "Which direction," asking Ryan," pausing before backing into the street.
"Back past your house to the expressway, then west," she says.
"What!" Looking at her, surprised at what she just told me. "Heck girl, you could have come and picked me up," laughing at her. "And don't use the heels as an excuse. I've ridden with you when you've driven in bare feet," telling her. "SO..., what's a little cold?" Saying to her. "I would have rubbed your feet to warm them up -- you do have pretty feet; you know!" Grinning at her.
"Just drive Swaggart," she tells me. "The feet you can rub later," she's saying.
"WHAT!" Surprised at what she just said.
"Just go," she tells me, her backward gloved hand to my shoulder emphasizing the 'go.'
"So where are you taking me for dinner," asking now that we're heading back the way I just came from.
"Have you ever been to the, Fire Side Grill," she's asking me. "No...," telling her. "Okay then," she says. "It's a few miles off the third expressway exit west of where you would get on or off the expressway for your house," she's telling me now.
"Third exit!" Looking over to Ryan a bit surprised. "I know someone who lives on Battle Field Road," telling Ryan. "Although I've never been to her house, I have a good idea of where it is. As you know, the road past my house, Sentry Drive, marks the eastern boundary of the park. Where Battlefield Road marks the western boundary of the park," reminding her.
"All that land west of Battle Field once held lots of small family farms years ago," telling her more. "I use to ride my Harley over those winding back roads. I even found a cool place where someone had built a makeshift dam to create a swimming hole -- I even took a dip in it one time on a really hot summer day," telling her. But what I can't tell her is the experience I had that time when caught by surprise.
"Those farms Ryan, I was told, were sold off for the land value and now I understand there are some large estates sitting on it. That friend I mentioned, who lives on Battlefield, told me a lot about all that has changed out that way." Telling her.
"So then, this place you're taking me Ryan, 'The Fire Side Grill,' I assume you've been there?" Asking her, deflecting away from what I was telling her before.
"Yes...," Ryan replies. "A girlfriend from coding school, her parents live not to far from it. And it was she who took me there when she was back home from finishing a project. So I checked up on it and found it was still open and has a excellent rating for great food and atmosphere," she's telling me.
"An Now...," she says. "If we want to get there in time for my reservation, you're going have to pick up the speed -- your driving like an old man," she bust on me.
"WHAT!" Looking over at her again. "It's your car, I was just trying to be gentle with it," telling her.
"Pick Up The Speed, Swaggart!" She orders me. "Gentle is not what I like and neither does this car -- we're both built for hard, fast drives; so step on it!" She orders me again.
Laughing out loud, snapping my head around to look at her to see her looking right back at me, thinking at the same time, I know how she likes to be ridden and ride -- that scene of us in that full length dressing mirror, I told John about. Also thinking, was that a hint of the dessert course?
I like this place as soon as Ryan and I walked in. It has that warm welcoming, atmosphere, that.., country feel. And that four sided fire place in the middle of the large dining area, the focal point that pulls you right in making you feel welcomed. And from our table we have a clear view of one of the open sides of that fire place. But damn, not a hint of dead mobsters lying about either. Also the menu I have has the prices listed for the items on it.
"Order anything you want," Ryan tells me, peeking over the top of her menu. "Even dessert," Has me looking up from reading the menu I'm holding. "If you have room for it," she says, still looking back to me.
"I always have room for dessert and you..., of all people, know that!" Telling her. Which has her pulling the menu up, hiding her face behind it. The girl's too cute for her own damn good!
Our dinner is..., outstanding! The fillet was done to perfection, the huge loaded baked potato, the same, the garden salad, crisp, my ranch dressing on it perfect too. Ryan and I had the same meal and the table conversation all about her -- me wanting to know all about that huge project she just completed; I was throughly impressed!
Our meal finished and sitting back relaxed, sipping my coffee, Ryan, her second glass of red wine she just sat back down on the table, "When I was talking to Sally -- she told me you were seeing someone," she says now. "Sally also told me this woman you're seeing is, married?" She questions.
Not at all surprised at her asking that, Sally and Ryan's very long and involved friendship, plus knowing Ryan and I've had the occasional 'relationship' after Sally and I divorced. "Yes Ryan..., she's married." Responding to what she just asked. "But there's a whole lot more to that and her marriage then you might imagine." Telling her.
"Swaggart..., Bob..., what the heck possessed you to get involved with a married woman?" Ryan's asking me.
"I really don't want to go there, Ryan," telling her. "It just happened..., one day on a train is all it took!" Replying again.
"I'm sorry I brought it up," she says. "I just wanted to hear it from you. So, what is she like," Ryan ask now, a grin of a smile lighting her pretty face.
"Laughing out loud at what she just asked! " Different." Replying.
