After our soak in the hot tub, I gave Louise the Rolex and she was duly appreciative. We chatted for a long time before turning in. I fell asleep with her resting her head on my shoulder. Morning found me alone in the bed. I was up and dressing when Sweet Rita brought me my morning coffee. She and Louise were off to Jacksonville on a grocery mission, and I was meeting Helen in Ormond Beach for lunch.
Dad was off to the County Seat to gather more legal information on the proposed property purchase. I found Camille in her drafting room. She looked uncomfortable.
"You all right, Sis?" I asked.
"Oh, I guess I'll live," she replied. "It's hard to get interested in things right now."
Louise had found something to help with the nausea and Camille said she felt much better for it. She also explained that she would be seeing her doctor again next week. We chatted for a while and I told her I was having lunch with Helen and filled her in on how things were with her sister in New York. When I gave her the Rolex I had purchased for her, she brightened like a new penny. She came into my arms and squeezed me in a big hug. I held her close and kissed her and told her I wanted to spend some time with her. She said she'd like that and we made a date to take the boat out on the river and cruise up toward the north and see the new property from the water. I gave her a squeeze on the bottom and headed for the door.
My date with Helen was not until 1:00 so I had about four hours to kill before meeting her. I decided to make a side trip down into Daytona and check the pawnshops for any interesting musical equipment. I had visited three or four stores when I happened into one that had an interesting selection of used guitars and amplifiers. I noticed an amplifier that I had only seen once before. A rhythm and blues, turned rock and roll picker named Lonnie Mack had used a Magnatone amplifier at a concert I had attended and I had never been able to duplicate the sound. I asked the shop clerk if I might give it a try and he shrugged and handed me a Danelectro dual neck guitar and helped my get plugged in. I quickly checked the tune on the strange guitar and stomped on the reverb and tremolo buttons on the foot switch connected to the amp and cranked the volume up a notch and launched into a sixteen bar intro to a Ventures tune called Perfidia and let her fly. The sound from this amplifier is unique to the industry and I kind of like the feel of the guitar so I bought them both for $320.00.
I had drawn a crowd and another guy, about the same age as me, asked to jam with me so we hung out and played a few songs to the delight of all those present. Turns out the guy was from Deland and did a one man thing in St. Augustine now and then and I traded phone numbers with him and invited him to sit in with the band next time we were at the White Lion.
It was getting close to time to meet Helen, so I thanked my new friend and loaded my purchases in the Nomad and turned north toward Ormond Beach. We had prearranged to meet at a nice restaurant on the northern edge of Ormond Beach, which fronted on the ocean. I pulled up in front of the restaurant and backed in. Just as I shut off my engine I saw Helen, in her red Mercedes convertible, turn in to the lot. She pulled up next to me and parked. I jumped out and reached for the door handle on her car. She held her arm out trough the opening door. A tiny pair of sheer, pale yellow panties hung from her outstretched finger. I took them from her, held them to my face and sniffed the damp center. I dropped them in on the seat of my car and reached to take her hand and help her stand. She looked yummy.
She had a wispy scarf covering her hair against the wind and a pair of dark glasses on. She shot me a yard of nylon-covered leg, topped by creamy thigh, as she swung it out of the car to stand. She took my hand and stood up, very close to me. I could smell her perfume and see my reflection in her shades. She pushed her pillow soft tits into me as she reached up and planted a quick kiss square on my lips. She turned on her heel and walked toward the door of the restaurant. I watched her butt undulate with each stride. A woman walking on high heels is a work of art.
Let me just say here that certain women just reek sex. When you see them, even if you have known them forever, you get this little feeling down in your balls that says, 'Oh yes. That's nice.' I had that tingling in my balls as I watched Helen mount the stairs leading into the restaurant, and I knew she wasn't wearing panties because she just handed them to me. Life is good.
I walked in behind Helen and a perky young waitress asked us where we wanted to sit. It appeared we had the place to ourselves, due to the fact most people had already eaten and gone back to work. It was after 1:00 now. I asked for a booth, something kinda private. The waitress winked at me and marched ahead of us to a booth, with very high-backed seats, facing the water in the front of the room. The only way you could see into it was to approach from straight out to the side and then you almost had to be right at the end of the table to see anyone on the seat. We sat side by side with Helen on the inside.
Helen hiked her skirt up nearly to her waist as she slid into the booth, showing me her stocking tops and garters. I ordered us each a red wine and touched her lighter to a cigarette as she held it to her lips. I asked the waitress to give us some time to read the menu and she winked at me and departed.
"So, Cool, what's on your mind?" asked Helen.
I outlined, in detail, the proposal dad and I had discussed regarding Helen's employment, and our plans to develop the acreage north of Islands Estates. I also explained that we would be willing to pay her way to finish her law degree and study for the bar. I then asked her how much she was making now and when she told me I said that we would triple it immediately and she could enroll in school as soon as possible.
Being the intelligent person she was, she agreed almost without thought and asked what was good on the menu.
I laid the menu open on the table between us and we leaned together to look it over. I felt her hand on my thigh. I looked up at her and saw she was smiling.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Your dick, I hope," said Helen.
"It won't take much," I breathed.
Her hand found the bulge in my pants and kneaded it gently while we pondered the menu. I stuck my head out of the booth and flagged the waitress who was there instantly. She took our order and poured us another glass of wine from a carafe on the table. She looked straight into my lap and witnessed Helen's hand as it groped my now very stiff cock under the table.
"I'll just leave you two lovebirds alone and go order your meal," our waitress stated and backed away from the table smiling broadly.
