They enjoyed their night out on the town thoroughly. He showed her all the sites, took her to dinner, dancing, and walked with her down the sleepy little street of Park Avenue, in downtown Winter Park, just outside Orlando. Jessie, had just arrived late, the day before, and he had been kind enough to let her sleep in late, at her hotel that first night, before inviting her out the next evening.
Everything was perfect, the food, the drinks, the weather itself even seemed to be made to order. The moon was full the sky clear, and the air had just a slight nip to it, down from the normal heat of the Florida summers. She had worn a skirt outfit for the night, remembering the talks on the phone, that had made her so aroused, and kept wondering when he would take the time to learn the little secret she had. However, he seemed to be taking his own sweet time this evening, not showing the least bit forward action towards her, more than to simply hold her hand, or put his arm around her waist, as they walked and chatted.
Finally, the evening growing late, he asked if she would like to see his home, and when she quickly excepted, he smiled, and led her back to the car, placed her in it, then drove the short 5 minute drive to his home. It was a modest home, in a modest neighborhood, though it spoke of pride, through its fine upkeeping. He opened her door, not allowing her to lift a finger the entire evening, and led her up to the front door. Inside, it was warm and cheerful, the living room off to their right, and a small hall way off to their left, which ran along the side of the house towards the back, with four rooms off of it, he led her down this hall showing her the three bedrooms, one of which had been recently, he said, made into the office it held now, and pointed out the bathroom, not needing to show her its workings.
Once he had shown her the one side of the house, he led her to the kitchen, which laid at the back of the house, at the end of the hall, and which on its other side, opened back into the living room. Once in the kitchen, he took to wine glasses from the counter, and a chilled bottle of white wine, from the fridge, and poured them each a glass, before leading her to sit with him on the large couch, in the living room. They sat, talked, and sipped their wine, revealing secrets that they had told to no one else, finding kinship in each other, and a closeness that only the closest of friends can feel.
Soon, there grew a comfortable silence, which they enjoyed for a short moment, before he offered to show her the rest of the house. Standing, and taking her by the hand, he led her through the small den, separating his newly redesigned master bedroom and master bath. He explained to her as he led her around it, and next to his queen sized bed, how he had drawn up the rough plans, that the renovators had used to make their prints for the job.
