I finally decided to let Michael pick me up at home. It was a warm evening, so I wore a bright red mini skirt and red five inch heels. I went with full makeup, eye shadow, mascara on my lashes, black eyeliner and glossy red lips. The girls were on full display. I wanted to give him lots of cleavage to appreciate. I put on a diamond ring, a simple necklace with a small jeweled cross resting between my tits, and a pair of diamond studs in my ears. I had just gotten a mani-pedi yesterday, so my long nails, and my toes too, were a splendid glossy red.
The intercom buzzed, about ten minutes early. Michael was in the lobby, just outside the elevators. He must have been a bit eager! This was probably a good sign.
"Hello," I cooed into the intercom. "Come on up and make yourself comfortable. Twenty-twenty. I'll leave the front door unlocked." I buzzed Michael in and opened the front door, then retreated to the bedroom.
"Come on in and make yourself comfortable," I called, as I heard the door open and footsteps in the hall. "Make yourself a drink. I'll be out in a few minutes!" I kept him waiting about twenty minutes, just to see what he would do. At the last moment, I decided to go without panties. Why not add some spice to the evening? My mini skirt came down high on my full thighs, and I would put on a little show for him too. Maybe he was a leg man.
"Sorry I'm so late!" I apologized, walking into my living room with a little extra sway. He stood up, smiling,, and he appraised me frankly, looking at me from head to foot. Fair enough, if a gentleman is considering an expensive purchase, no? He himself looked quite handsome, salt and pepper conservative hair and trim beard, blue eyes, and in shape, several inches taller than me.
"You look gorgeous!" he exclaimed.
"Thank you so much," I flirted, and spontaneously tapped him on the shoulder with a long fingernail. "I'm Cinnamon, obviously!"
"Michael Kingsley," he smiled, and held out his hand. He seemed a bit flustered! I ignored his hand, and turned my head up for a kiss. Our lips met briefly, and I gave him a dazzling smile.
"It's wonderful to meet you, Michael," I purred. "Shall we?" Goodness, he did turn into a a bit of a boy when confronted with seduction. He WAS flustered! "Dinner?"
"Of course, yes," he replied after a short pause, gesturing vaguely towards my front door. Brian had emphasized that Michael thought he might be interested in a long-term deal with me, and I decided then and there to try to make that happen!
The driver opened the car door for us, and we climbed into the back seat of the limousine. I pulled the hem of my skirt down in a slight effort at modesty. Michael sat down about a foot from me, and the car got under way. It was a twenty minute drive, I knew. I turned my hips and crossed my legs, giving Michael the full view as the skirt rose on my full thighs all the way up to my hips. I cocked my head and gave him a sly smile, and my long red curls fell over one eye.
"So, tell me about yourself," I purred. I was just in the mood to give a man the full treatment, I guess. "I know you're a friend of Brian's."
"Yes, I've known Brian for several years." He cleared his throat, and tried not to look down at my tits. "I'm the Regional Executive of the Federal Reserve in Nashville..." I wasn't listening as closely as I should have been, because I was looking at his eyes and his lips. There was quite a bit of electricity going on in the back of that particular limousine, as you might gather!
Michael's voice came back into focus. "Not at all connected to the consulting company that I started twenty years ago." I raised my eyebrows at him and gave him a sweet smile.
"You're doing quite well for yourself," I responded, tilting my head towards him.
"And then two years ago, Charlene and I were divorced," he murmured. "Definitely not amicable, just the opposite, in fact." I gave Michael my softest, most sympathetic look. I hadn't meant to get onto that subject. "But that's another story. Brian and I were at dinner last month, and he told me all about you." Thank you, Brian!
Actually, I had read about Michael's divorce in the paper. Michael Kingsley was one of the wealthiest men in Tennessee, and it had been one of the biggest settlements in state history. I wasn't sure, but I thought that his wife was planning to remarry.
"Well, it sounds like you have a very busy life, with lots of responsibility," I purred.
"I do, yes, but now with my children grown," he paused. "I'm just looking for something, I guess," he finally said. A bit awkward. I rested my hand on his knee, and looked sympathetically into his eyes. "You can imagine, after the divorce, I'm not looking to get married again any time soon!"
"Yes, I know exactly what you mean," I said softly. "Divorce can be awful." He closed his eyes for a moment, and I glanced at the rear-view mirror. My eyes met the driver's. He was listening. "I find it hard to believe that you have grown children!"
"Oh yes, my daughter is married and lives in Seattle now. My son is a senior at San Diego State." He brightened up. I realy wanted to get him off the subject of his divorce.
"That's wonderful. You look like you're forty," I assured him, and gave his knee a squeeze. "I would have never believed that you have college age children." Actually, that was true. He looked terrific.
"Well, thanks. I do try to stay in shape." he looked abashed again. Honestly, he was pretty adorable! "You obviously take great care of yourself!" he said. I smiled at him, flirting, and turned my hips a bit more towards him. He laughed, suddenly aware that he was being a little bit awkward.
"Thank you!" I laughed, and looked down in a fake attempt at modesty. "I am a bit on the curvy side though!" I glanced up, and Michael was, as I hoped, taking in the view. In fact, his eyes were absolutely feasting on my pale thighs and my huge cleavage. He looked up, and I gave him my best dazzling smile again. He cleared his throat.
"Oh, I love curvy women," he said, his voice a bit lower. My hand was a few inches below his knee now, and I didn't answer. I just wanted him to think about me for a little while. "No, you're an absolute stunner..." Poor man, he really did need some companionship, I decided.
The restaurant was very nice! Quiet and dark, just the way I like it, where we could have an intimate dinner and conversation. Michael was a gentleman, and took my hand gently and helped me out of the limousine. Then I felt his hand on my lower back as he guided me through the restaurant to a table for two in the back. Michael pulled out my chair for me, like a gentleman, and then we chatted a little more about his work. He had several jobs, actually. His consulting business, Chairman something and whatnot of the Federal Reserve, and lots of board memberships. It really was interesting. A waiter appeared.
"Anything to drink, folks?" he asked. Michael turned to me.
"Would you care for a drink, Cinnamon?" I was definitely feeling some masculine charm here. Quite a bit, in fact.
"Yes, I would, thank you. A Bombay Sapphire martini, one olive please." Michael turned to the waiter again and smiled.
"Johnny Walker Blue, water and ice." Nice.
The martini was wonderful! Dinner was wonderful too. I had octopus with some sort of cream, and a salad. We did seem to be the center of attention, though. The lights were low, but I did notice a lot of glances from the men around us, which I enjoy. Was it the fifty-something executive with the nineteen year-old eye candy? Or maybe it was just my cleavage, which was sort of glowing in the candlelight. Michael was definitely taking it all in.
After dinner, Michael leaned forward as he took my hand to help me up. "You look so lovely," he whispered.
"Thank you, kind sir," I whispered back, and kissed him on the cheek, placing my hand gently on his chest for a moment.
In the limousine, I crossed my legs and turned to Michael again, and this time he put his hand on my knee. I gave him a dazzling smile, and turned just a bit more and put my hand on his upper arm. He turned his face towards mine, and i tilted my head up a bit. MIchael kissed me gently, and then I felt his tongue slide between my lips and his hand slide down my thigh.
Unless Cinnamon's instincts were failing, a sale had been made!
That kiss lasted a long time, our tongues exploring each others mouths, and the kisses after that just got more and more and more passionate. His other hand took the back of my neck, guiding me closer, and I was absolutely purring! Michael had obviously been thinking about this all through our meal. Finally, we pulled back a few inches, our faces still close.
"Wow," I breathed. Both of us were panting a little bit. His hand had found it's was to my upper thigh.
"Yes," whispered Michael. "Wow!" I bit my lower lip, and he gave me a shy smile and looked down. And with that, I was home. Time travel, I decided. But we must have been making out for nineteen and a half minutes of the twenty minute drive.
"Would you like to come in for a drink?" I whispered.
"Of course I would!" he whispered back. Michael's voice was husky and urgent. "Thank you!" The way he was looking into my eyes conveyed so much desire that the air in the car felt positively electric. He spontaneously caressed my cheek with my hand, and I took it in mine and kissed his fingers. Then, also spontaneously, I put the tip of his finger between my lips and touched it with my tongue. He took a deep breath, and I bit my lower lip. I lowered his hand, and he immediately grabbed my ample thigh and pulled. For a moment I thought he was trying to pull me onto his lap, but the door opened, the driver staring straight ahead.
"Let me take care of you and make that drink," I whispered, and we walked into my building, Michael's arm around my waist.
When we finally, after about three hours it seemed, arrived at my apartment door, I unlocked it and turned to Michael. "Are you sure you have time to visit?" I gave him another dazzling smile, flirting with him. Giving him both barrels, in fact.
