The city loomed large from this vantage point. The river was visible and cut the view into foreground and background. The view must have been a major selling point; it was spectacular and fit the eclectic taste of the home's new owner. He invited me to visit for the "25 cent" tour.
The house has two apartments, a larger upstairs with no access to the patio but still a stunning view, and a smaller apartment with the same view and direct patio access. Yes, he took the smaller one bedroom and leased the upper for an income stream.
I imagined making love in his bed looking out over city skyline. What kind of orgasm could he give me and would he even want to have me in his bed? I started to weave my web.
Richard and I are workmates and over time became good friends. Some think we have an office romance going on; however, that is far from the truth. We are about the same age, early 30's and in good shape from working out in gyms, bicycling, and jogging. Richard has a rugged continence although I know he has soft spots. I said we were good friends. He is not in any kind of relationship right now and I have every intention to change that.
I am not what people call an "A-lister," but I am a good B+ or maybe A-. I turn heads in a crowd and get every kind of proposition thrown at me. I cannot stand groping guys and their stupid one-liners they think are sexy. Richard, on the other hand, knows my soft spots and me. If he gave me a stupid line, I would melt into his arms then into his bed.
"Hey, Richard, lets skip our plans tonight and just sit here, watch the sun set, and sip some wine. You and this view together more than equal a night out. Besides, it saves money." I knew Richard preferred inexpensive nights to hitting the nightspots. My web is under construction
Maybe my tone was too seductive and too overt as Richard replied with a warm smile, and twinkle in his eyes. "Bobbie, you always know what I think before I say it. I would love to just sit here with you and sip wine. I have steaks to grill if you want, or order out."
Meat was definitely on the menu but I was not thinking about grilling it. "Lets grill, cook slowly so the meat soaks up flavor. I like a warm pink center." Suddenly, talking about grilling sounded sexual.
"Good, we both like it the same way. Now, how do you want your steak cooked?"
Holy shit, Richard was turning the tables on me or we were both trying to seduce the other. "Richard, I am talking about s t e a k," I spelled, "not s t a k e. What evil is working in your head?" I should have said mind.
"Just checking, Bobbie, I wanted to make sure we were not channeling mixed meanings. You get an 'A' for spelling. And, I am not thinking evil but you do get me thinking."
I stepped closer to Richard, close enough to place my hand on his and looked into his eyes. I saw in his eyes what my body felt. "Richard, imagine where this dialogue might go if we were sipping that wine you promised." I wanted to let my passion flow, wrap him in a hug, and kiss him with all the passion and lust I could muster, friends with benefits, I thought.
"Oh, I think I can imagine." He smiled and winked knowingly then took my hand to lead me to a bottle of chilled wine. It sparkled in my glass, tasted sweet and fruity, this was a good wine. The bottle was green resembling a German Mosel River wine and the label confirmed it. It was Cochem Spatelasse.
"Richard, this is a seduction wine. I mean seductive. Well, it works for me." We began playing on double meanings and I knew where it would lead.
"Bobbie, let me suggest something, think before you speak. You might lead me astray with your slips of the tongue." If he wanted a slip of the tongue, I would not need any more wine, my juices were flowing.
I set my glass down, stepped directly in front of Richard, threw caution to the wind, and gave him a kiss with a little slip of the tongue. "I hope you liked the appetizer, Richard. There is a full course meal later." I picked up my wine and sipped cautiously.
