It was a beautiful evening in May when Greg arrived at Charles and Mary’s house. They had just moved into the house a month ago and were having an open house party with family, friends and associates. Greg had worked for Charles for the last 10 years, but they had been friends since childhood. Greg was a software engineer, tops in his field. He could have worked anywhere, but his loyalty had always been to his lifelong friend.
Greg had been single for the last four years. He had married too young, and for all the wrong reasons, and had gotten hurt enough to not want to get into any heavy commitment any time soon. Girls came and went, he had his fun, his one night stand, but never seemed challenged or fulfilled by anyone he had met.
Greg knew most of Charles’ family, and most of his friends, and it was a comfortable scene that night. He grabbed Mary when he arrived and asked her when she was going to “leave that looser, and run off with me!”. Mary was always happy to see Greg, he made everyone happy, except himself she thought.
Charles entered the foyer, and pretended to defend his wife. Fists flailing in the air, words mouthed as if it were a foreign film. Laughter filled the room, and a few people poked their heads around the corner to see what the fuss was all about. That made the threesome laugh that much harder.
Mary escorted Greg into the main gathering area, made introductions, and left him to the crowd of people. After 10 minutes of exchanging pleasantries, he moved into the living room, poured himself a drink and sat down in the big leather chair by the fireplace. He was laughing and telling jokes to a group of Charles’ family that had stopped by to talk when she walked in.
Jackie was stunning, not model gorgeous, but beautiful. She walked in unescorted, gave Charles a handshake and a kiss on the cheek, and Mary a hug. They seemed animated in their conversation, and they looked very happy to see her there. Greg was mesmerized by the interplay between this beauty and his friends. He could not stop looking at her. She was dressed in a black long suit coat and an almost miniskirt, black stockings, and black high, very high, ankle strap shoes. She had to be 5'7" as it was, but with the high heals, her legs looked like they were 5 feet long.
He watched as Mary introduced Jackie to other people across the room. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. What was it about this woman? She exuded power in her look and how she held herself. This was a woman in charge of whom she was. He sat there, watching her every move. When introduced to people she smiled and held out a hand to shake. This was no wimpy shake either. You know the kind, the miss pris shake, limp wrist and all. This was strong, intelligent, and powerful. He kept wondering about this woman as she walked around the room, talking, laughing, impressing. He started to see the whole picture around her. Everywhere she was, men and women both looked at her. He could see that some of the men were as entranced with this woman as he was. One poor stiff even got caught looking too long and took an elbow in the side from the woman he was next to for looking too interested.
He watched her walk over to where the bar was set up. She ordered a white wine with a twist of lemon. Even ordering a drink from the bartender was a site to see. She flirted a bit, smiled and winked at him, and left a $20.00 in his tip glass. She said she had a tough day, and that she would probably see him once or twice more, but probably more she added. They laughed and she took a nice long sip from her glass. That ended up being just as stimulating. A small drop was left on her full lips as she ran her tongue across her bottom lip to get that remaining taste.
She spoke to a few people standing by the bar, and she was close enough to him for him to hear her speak. She had an intelligent voice, somewhat deep, and very sexy. He could hear that she had put in a long week in California, and just gotten back to Chicago about two hours ago. She was some type of buyer for an interior design store, and had just gotten back from a design show. She said that she had picked up some things for Charles and Mary’s new house while she was there, and that she thought that her assistant had done wonders with the plans that she had left for Mary’s redecoration of the house.
So she was intelligent, sophisticated, witty, and at ease with everyone she spoke to. This woman had really gotten his attention. How had he not seen her before? She was certainly friends with Charles and Mary, how could his friends have held out?
He was so engaged at what he was watching and listening to that he didn’t even hear Mary talking to him until she hit him in the arm. That little slug brought him back, and Mary chuckled. She had been watching him watching her for the last 10 minutes. She could see something in his eyes that made her want to go and help him out. She thought an introduction would help break the ice, but she hated to take him away from the fantasies she could see were running thru his head.
She asked how he was, if he needed more ice for his drink, maybe a cold shower. She was giggling the entire time. He felt somewhat embarrassed, but tried to recover himself. Mary sat down on the arm of the chair and he quietly asked her who this woman was. Mary said that they had been friends since college and that Jackie had volunteered to redecorate the house for them for free as their 10-year anniversary present. Jackie had been the Maid of Honor at their wedding.
Mary asked if he would like to be introduced to her. He stuttered out a yes, and she knew Jackie had gotten to him big. Mary turned on the arm of the chair to see if she was still at the bar, and she was gone. Her eyes began searching the room, and his did too. Where could she have gone so quickly? They had only been talking for a few minutes he thought. “Well,” Mary said, “I guess the love of your life is gone forever!” The look on his face was of panic, and Mary had never seen this before. “ Well don’t worry, she is still here, probably went to powder her nose. I’ll find her and make some excuse to bring her to meet you.” With that Mary was off on a search.
Greg went over to the bar and ordered another scotch and soda. Greg asked the bartender if he had seen where Jackie had gone, but even he was unsure. The last the bartender had seen was her walking toward the French doors to the patio.
Greg thought maybe she needed some fresh air and had stepped outside. Long day, long flight, only made sense that she would want to get away from the crowd of people that had gathered in the house. He didn’t even realize that there were so many people till he tried to make it to the doors.
He hadn’t seen the patio or the gardens since they had been finished. It was a very beautiful site. Water fountains in the center, lights hidden in the shrubs to soften the effect. There were chairs and benches scattered around, but no sign of Jackie. Since it was so nice out that night, he decided it was much better out there then it was with all of the people in the house.
He found a chair that had been situated out of the way. It looked like a great place to find peace or read a good book, or a place to get away to when you really didn’t want to be found. You could still see the house, and hear the noise coming from it, but you felt secluded. He sat down, put back his head a little, and started to think about her. He could not stop thinking about her. Even the rise in his pants made him realize how much he was thinking about her, and he laughed to himself. How could someone he had never met, never even talked to, have such a hold on his thoughts?
As he sat there thinking of her, a soft voice told him not to move. The voice was familiar, could it be? He did as he was told, and a caress of warm air moved across his ear and stopped at his neck. He could feel the brush of soft lips against his skin, and just the pleasure of that made his heart race. She whispered that she had seen him watching her since she had walked in the door, and went outside to see if he would come looking for her. Her intuitions proved right, and for that she was going to reward him. Shivers ran down his spine. Is this for real?
Her hands came from behind him. She was caressing his hair, his neck, his shoulders. As her fingers left an area, her lips were right behind. The feeling was amazing. Was this woman taking him? What should he do? She could sense that he was questioning what she was doing, and told him that he should be a good boy and do as he was told, and for that he would have the most enjoyable night of his life. All he could do was nod.
