12:05 in the afternoon. Zach and Anthony were running late. Stupid thunderstorm.
Cleopatra Teleki sat in the office instead of in her car like she told Zach Pedigo she would. The rain was dropping cats and dogs so hard on the tin roof of the warehouse/office that she decided to wait. With no umbrella she didn't want to be soggy all over in her yarn like dress because of lacking in common sense. Already wet in the shadows of her G-spot was enough as it was. Zach had been glued to her thoughts since their morning flirtations. That, and her sneaky suspicions about so-called daughter Heidi, if she had known her last name Cleo might have done a people search on her. Cleo was smarter than she led on.
Watching the street, she finally notices the Teleki Insulation van pull off the street and into the parking lot. As Anthony drove through a rising garage door and enter it Cleo held her breath. "We're going to lunch. Why does it have to be raining so hard? Fucking Seattle weather. I had to wear this dress just for him. My luck the rain will make it shrink. There's always the nightie to change into." She giggles knowing that getting that sheer thing wet would be total nudity. Wrong answer. Bold she was, but not at the mall where he wanted to go for lunch. Of course, that might get Zach really horny and the idea of getting some of the muscular Mister Pedigo did sound more on the menu that any Mexican restaurant could offer. She needed tamale. HOT! HOT! TAMALE! Infatuation took on a whole new meaning. Look out Zach, Cleo was a tiger waiting to pounce.
Meeting him in the warehouse she gave him time to hang up his equipment and wash up a bit. He had acknowledged her via a pausing finger, in response she showed him three fingers, all with his initials on them. Unknown to Cleo, Zach was feeling pretty honored that she would go that extreme so soon in knowing one another. Fearless Zach was a risk taker, so Cleo being so bold so fast only amped up his desire to see what she was truly made of. If she was anything at all like her Mother, Zach was interested. Possibly due to the fact he loved younger women. His high energy for his age drove him in that direction. Zach Pedigo was a sexual beast. This week alone he had bedded down three women in two days, well Nasty was all the way, Kayla and Heidi were only sampled, but he knew he was going to nail all of them here soon. Another girl, his landlord's caregiver was on tap for the weekend. Now? Here was little Miss Goddess Cleo. They were both ready.
"Ran late, sorry." Zach approached her finally, "It's still pouring outside. Sure you wanna get out in this?"
"I'm positive. I want to spend time alone with you."
"Same here. Listen, about the Mall...we might stop in and see my kid, I'll introduce you. That alright?"
"Sure. There's only one problem..." Cleo grits her teeth for two seconds, "I already know of her. Well, kind of...when I got my nails done. I ended up going elsewhere...too many customers ahead of me." It was a partial truth, she wasn't going to mention his ex-wife. "But, I recognized her as soon as you showed me her pic."
"Okay then. She's a good kid."
"I hope she doesn't think bad of me, I kind of ran out of her salon in a hurry. I was running late getting here." Half truth. "I hope when she sees my nails she doesn't think bad of me...you being her Dad and all."
"She'll be fine." He looks Cleo over rubbing his chin, "I hope we don't get kicked out of the mall over that dress. It shows an awful lot of skin."
"I'm not changing so we just see what happens." She brightens up playfully, "I might even lose my G-string just for kicks."
"Livin' on the edge, huh? Might as well lose that bra too."
"I'll think about it. Would that...turn you on?"
"EVERYTHING about you turns me on Cleo."
"Are you okay with my liking you so soon?"
"Just don't rush it too fast. I'll be honest, I prefer being single. Anything else you want I'd never deny you."
"So, just a fuck buddy?"
"Oh, I'll give you some serious passion to go along with that, but...I will date other girls too. Rather stop here knowing that?"
"No. I'm good. Like my mom I love sex, I just don't do whoever is available. She does a lot for Daddy. They're pretty freaky."
"Noooo! Not the Teleki's."
"I'm a Teleki, watch it." She snickers, "I have my own freaky side."
"Rain's not letting up, we gonna run for it?" He opens the side door of the garage to look out at the torrent coming down. Gutters overflowing along the building were producing thin waterfalls which they would need to avoid going out this way. It was closer to her car though, so it made sense.
"Am I losing my panties now or later?"
'Let's lose those at the mall." He winks, "Damn that dress is just too sexy. You need to have that Aunt make you a few more of these."
"Already did. I have three of these in different colors. Wine colored, and a powder blue. I rock all of those shades. I have been considering another dress, only with wider holes to show off more."
"You just make that request and I'll show you off in style."
"I'll call Babs tomorrow. Color preference?"
"Bright yellow would accent that hair and your eyes. Maybe a grey color."
"I love your fashion sense. I'll have to buy new heels to go with them."
"Daddy's money?"
"You know it. He spoils me if you can't tell."
"That's what Dad's do."
"Have you bought your daughter anything since meeting her?"
Zach fidgets a bit, the only thing he had bought his made up daughter was a silver bullet vibrator and extra batteries. Nice guy that he was. "Not really, only known her a short time. That and no money."
"I could loan you a few dollars if you want to surprise her." Cleo thought that might be an icebreaker when meeting Heidi, after running off like she did at the salon.
"That would mean paying you back. I'll need every penny I make to meet the rent and feed myself. Thanks for the offer though, nice of you Cleo."
"Keep it in mind. I'm here to help as long as it doesn't get out of hand. Just...treat me good."
"Like this?" He yanks her body into his and kisses her hard on the lips, hand on her ass, finger inside a hole of her dress to tickle her butt crack. She melted and palmed his face not wanting those lips to retreat, even though that finger was tickling her. Cleo was determined not to give him reason to halt this passionate moment. Not even Anthony in the background whistling ruined their connection. Zach even pulled Cleo's dress up in back just to show Anthony her undiscovered cheeks, tight as tight gets. Hear that quarter bounce? Anthony looked around him for more eyes before rubbing his crotch. Out of respect for his bosses he had never reacted to Cleo before now. Well, other than glances. He knew the kid was pure volcano.
"Do NOT ever stop doing that. Shit Zach, that was...I'm breathless." She didn't even tug her skirt down just fanned herself. She just had to look down to see if he was hard, her curiosity was just too strong. Pup tent it was, hell a big tent revival. AMEN! "That looks really big. I can't believe you pulled it out in front of our entire crew. Wish I had been there."
"Lunch ain't over." He winks drawing her back in before patting her bottom like a drum with both hands. The second kiss was steamier than the first. Overheated by the tenderness Cleo grew exceptionally wet. Her tan G-string could not contain the stain. There was no hiding soggy. This time, as they separated Zach took time to look over her body, noticing the wet cloth. Puckering he darted his head from side to side, "Maybe we'll lose that G here, instead of the mall." He lifts her dress a bit higher in front and crouches down to seductively drag her G-string over her hips, down her legs and to her three inch heels. Stepping out Zach held them in his possession. Taking them to his nose he inhaled her beauty. Cleo was swooning. It was then she heard Anthony mutter, "Sweet Jesus."
"Hi Anthony." Cleo looked over her shoulder with sparkling eyes. Her ass in full view she stood proud. Zach in turn stood up and winked another time at Cleo.
"Dare you to let Anthony hang on to these until we get back."
"Dare accepted." She plucks her G-string from his grasp and turns to face Anthony, dress still high on her hips, exposing her clean shaven pussy's warm wet smile. Strutting toward him she takes his hand and plants her underwear over his fingers. "Can you hold on to those until the end of the day?" All Anthony could do was nod. Did that really happen? The Teleki kid. Turning around to return to Zach, Cleo let Anthony see her full dance recital, that ass was sanctuary. At least in the sense of knowing any man would want to reside there. She had never felt so exhilirated. Just as she reached Zach he grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door into the rain. Forcing her under the downpour of the gutters she yelped, drowning in ice cold water, her body going glossy and her dress tightening over her flesh like a prison.
"OH MY GOD!" Just as swiftly Zach pulled her out from under it and kissed her even harder. She melded her contours to his like a serpent entwining it's prey. Drenched from head to toe the both of them, it was going to be a long lunch full of body heat to dry themselves. A bolt to the car she had to dig into her purse for her keys. Zach behind her rubbing his crotch over her ass, she took her time unlocking the door, laughing her ass off. Once inside Zach raced around to the other side. Laughing she locked his door keeping him in the rain as she points at him. Finally, she let him in. Engine started, she kicked on the heater just to compensate their chills as they sat there a bit before leaving.
"I can feel my dress shrinking. Holy shit!" She pinched at her chest in discomfort, "Let's not ruin any more of my dresses like this. Auntie Bab's ain't cheap and I'll need a new one this color."
"Clinging nicely Miss Cleo."
"Yeah, this bra has to go before it cuts off my circulation." She arches forward over her steering wheel to reach behind her back and through her open ports to detach her bra. Easing under her armpits she drags the bra free and hurls it into her backseat. Zach could see nipples sticking through the ports. "Well? No hiding the knitting needles."
"The mall is gonna love you."
"Security won't."
"You worry too much. We'll dry off a little before going in. Start driving."
"My hair is horrid now." She eyes herself and primps into her rearview mirror. Luckily her hair avoided most of the downpours direct cascade, her body held under for the most part. It was still wet, just not as horrid as she felt it was. Growling at Zach she put her car in drive and they left the lot.
Seattle's famed Westfield Southcenter Mall...coming up on 1:20 PM...
"You ready to take lunch Ms. Baker?"
"Ms? You make me sound old Vicksen."
"Vicksen? You make me sound like an exotic dancer." Her manager Vicki grins almost accepting the compliment, "I like your nickname. You may take ten more minutes on your break."
