"The closer to the bone, the sweeter the meat"
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He was hot. And he was nice. Tanya liked him right off. When he spoke to her she was impressed and when he asked her out she was on cloud nine. She was between relationships and having the attention of a good looking cultured man was an unexpected bonus to a solitary lunch in the park.
He arrived at her door right on time for their first date and he was immaculately dressed. "Smart casual," she thought. "Expensive. Relaxed. Tasteful."
He helped her with her coat and she felt like a princess. She was grateful that there were other people there from her condo building to witness him graciously taking her arm to shepherd her into the elevator. She was glad she'd taken the extra time getting ready. Her hair was a thick auburn mane, stylishly cut, and carefully coiffed to bounce softly around her bare shoulders. She knew that the cut her dress was ideal, carefully chosen to draw attention away from her small breasts and onto her best assets -- her legs and behind.
The cool night air reminded her of how short her skirt really was. Gliding elegantly beside him, careful in her 4-inch heels, the black jersey felt snug across her shapely bottom. She wanted to look her best for him and hoped it didn't look too brash or slutty. Cradled by his confidence, and utterly safe under his protection, she felt relaxed and secure beside him,
The restaurant he chose was elegant, the service great and the food exceptional. He ordered for both of them and chose a bottle of Zinfandel that was like sweet velvet on the tongue. He was attentive in topping up her glass and the giddy tinkle of her own laughter made her realise that she had lost track of how much she'd had to drink.
Comfortably chattering away, answering his questions, she felt delighted that he was interested in her and her mundane life. He complimented her frequently, making her feel pretty and special. When he said she had the legs of a dancer, she blushed, glad she had opted for the mini and relieved that he wasn't another sophomoric boob lover. She sipped away at her wine growing more relaxed and pleased with him, thankful that he was preoccupied with her legs.
"Did you go to high school her in Critchly? He asked.
"At Lincoln," Tanya replied, "Just near Riverside Park."
"I bet you had all the boys chasing you," he smiled.
"Not really," she allowed. "I was a late bloomer."
"How so?" he pressed.
Tanya could feel her face coloring while he stared deep into her eyes. She'd blundered into an area that she seldom reflected on, and one that still brought her considerable discomfort.
"What ... sorry...what were you asking? I lost my train of thought for a minute."
"I was asking in what way were you a late bloomer."
His eyes seemed to drop below her neckline when he asked her and she thought she detected a slight smirk.
Color rushed to her cheeks and she stammered defensively, "Nothing. No ... I didn't mean anything, really." She desperately tried to regain the comfort zone that had existed moments before and she was grateful when he changed the subject and suggested they order a nightcap.
Tanya grasped the opportunity to escape to the washroom to touch up her makeup and regain her composure. When she returned a green apple martini sat waiting for her and she raised it in a toast to a lovely evening. Robert watched amused as she took a large swallow from the glass.
The string trio finished their set about the time Tanya finished her drink. She felt a little queasy and was amazed at how the drinks had crept up on her so quickly. She tried to recall how many glasses of wine she'd had, but her mind didn't want to focus. Her lips felt numb and her legs were rubbery. The last martini had gone down too easily. There was a tightness in her scalp that told her she'd had too much. Her own voice seemed tinny and far away and she leaned against him as he helped her through the door into the parking lot.
The streetlights were large blobs of light that hurt her eyes and she cast them low looking at the pavement and letting him steer her to his black Escalade. One of her shoes came off and he picked it up and stuffed it in his pocket while she hobbled to keep up. She had trouble climbing in and felt him put his hands on her bottom and lift her up onto the seat. Her head was spinning and everything seemed to be separated from her by a narrow, dark tunnel.
She must have dozed on the way and leaned groggily against him while he fiddled with her keys and let them into her apartment. She sank down heavily on the bed and felt the coolness of the sheets and the softness of the pillow beneath her. A tug on her dress and zipper brought a mumbled protest, her voice disconnected, pleading through the shrinking tunnel of semi consciousness "It's all right... thank you... I can manage. I just need to put my head down..."
He didn't listen and her thoughts wouldn't come together to express the embarrassment she felt being undressed by him, a virtual stranger. Her hands flew up to cover her chest when she felt the cool air on her nipples. She cursed the dress being too tight to allow the padded bra she always wore. The dress was gone now and Tanya rolled onto her stomach. Her hands flattened out on her chest protecting not what she had but what nature had forgotten, shielding her flat chest from his eyes. No man had ever seen her topless since elementary school and the shame she felt was biting. Drunk as she was, a deep pink flush still darkened her cheeks and spread down onto her neck and chest signalling her embarrassment.
She felt him tug at her elbow, first encouraging, and then insisting that she turn over.
Tanya tucked her arms in tighter refusing his direction, almost panicked by the suggestion. She felt his fingers test the waistband on her panties. He smiled to himself when she tensed and tried to shrug his hands away.
The panties were cut high on the hips and he ripped the thin band of fabric on each side at its narrowest point and pulled the torn remnant off between her legs.
She whimpered and tried to hunker down into the softness of the bed. Patiently he unhooked her stockings and rolled each one down and off her legs. The lace garter belt had three hooks and eyelets in the back and he easily undid them and tugged off her last remaining garment. She was naked and shaking, unable to hide her beautiful bum from his eyes and unwilling to let him catch any glimpse of the girlish bumps of her bosom.
"Turn over Tanya," he commanded. "Let me see you."
"Nooo!" she squealed. "Just go! Leave me alone!"
"You're embarrassed," he laughed, enjoying her discomfort.
