Jacques was brought quickly out of his reverie by the doorbell. Lisa peeped out from the kitchen door but Elise, walking quickly towards her, motioned her back inside. Smiling sweetly to Jacques, who was looking down the stairs , she opened the door wide. There, proffering a big brown hand, stood a tall young slim man. Pretty durn brown, with short curly black hair, and a broad friendly grin. Brilliant white teeth. She quickly looked him up and down: white shirt, blue tie with a yellow bar and red star, black trousers, and an unmistakable bump off to the side of his fly, quite low down she thought, which moved a little as he offered his hand. "Must be some goodies down there, and he must be wearing boxers, not Y-fronts," she surmised as she accepted the proffered hand. "Why, you must be Dick Browne," exclaimed Elise. "I'm Elise Devereaux, the one you spoke to on the phone, and that is my husband, Jacques," she continued, pointing to Jacques who was now just behind her.
"Pleased to meet you both, Mr. and Mrs. Devereaux," answered Dick.
"Call me Elise," replied Elise. "Mrs. Devereaux I reserve for weddings and funerals," she continued.
"Right, you got it Mrs. Devereaux...I mean Elise," replied Dick.
"Please, come in Dick. We can't keep you standing there on the doorstep now can we?" said Elise.
They moved inside. Elise took Dick by the right hand, his left clutching a large, soft, black brief-case, and showed him across to the lounge area. She motioned to a large easy lounge chair, and took the one opposite him herself. Jacques brought up the rear. "Dick, can I get you a drink?" enquired Jacques.
"No thanks Mr. Devereaux, it's a little early," replied Dick.
"Well Dick, it's already after 5, and we're not going to give you a hard time here. How about a gin-tonic?"
"Ok," replied Dick. "I reckon a lil ole GT won't hurt. Can you make it plenty of ice please?" continued Dick.
"Sure Dick," Jacques replied. "And your usual my dear?" said Jacques turning to Elise. Elise nodded her response and Jacques toddled off towards the kitchen to fix the drinks.
Elise now gave Dick her full attention. She was dressed very simply: an elasticated white body tube covered her prominent perky large boobs. A short, orange, floral skirt with large white orchids flared out over her broad hips. Solid-heel slip-on mules with a braided orange-and-white broad strap adorned her feet. Nothing else! She smiled across at Dick and slowly swung her right leg over her left knee and settled back in the chair.
Dick, himself leaning back in his chair, noticed with widening eyes as the skirt of Elise slipped back exposing the most shapely taut thighs he had seen for quite a while. Since he left Aruba in fact, Dick surmised.
Elise smiled back at Dick, noticing of course his wide-eyed reaction, and some minor further disturbances occurring in the zone of Dick's pants where she had first noticed it at the door. "Now Dick, tell me for a fact: have you brought something with you that will interest me?" said Elise.
"Ma'am," replied Dick, "I have a bunch of adverts with me for timeshares at the Ocean Club. I hope you will indeed find something of interest," continued Dick, as he leaned over the chair arm and rummaged in his briefcase.
Elise slipped her feet out of her mules and drew her legs up into her chair, clasping her hands around her knees. She leaned forward as she spoke, "Oh yes Dick. I am quite, quite sure I shall find something of interest here tonight."
Dick, swinging back around before starting to straighten up, and clutching a sheaf of papers, found himself looking straight between the legs of this incredibly beautiful woman in front of him. His eye level was with her crotch. He stopped and did a second take. He could not believe what his eyes were showing him.
Unmistakably, Dick was sure he was looking at wisps of straight black hair peeping from between her thighs, and was not that the faint outline of her pussy? Or what? "Oh mercy me," thought Dick, "I can't believe what is happening here."
Dick flopped back into his chair, forcing himself to keep his gaze steady on the face of Elise. "If you say so Mrs. Devereaux. If you say so," said Dick in response to the statement of Elise.
"Oh but I do, I do Dick," re-iterated Elise, fixing her gaze directly on the ever-rising lump in the front of Dick's pants.
Dick blinked back in incredulity, noting with consternation the direction of Elise's stare. He closed his eyes and put his head back. His head was in a whirl. What did all this mean? Was he about to be taken on the ride of his life by this beautiful creature he had just met? And what about her husband? Where was he? Did he care? What should he do now? His erection was rising hard and offering him solutions which he hardly dared consider, but his answer was not long a-coming.
Elise rose quickly and moved behind Dick's chair back. She leaned over his head and loosened his tie. "My dear young man," said Elise, "You really do need some more air here. You are SO hot!" With that she leaned over further, her firm breasts resting lightly on Dick's curly head, as she continued to remove his tie and unfasten the buttons of his shirt. Dick remained silent. What was there to say? He kept his eyes closed soaking in the fragrant ambience of Elise's perfume, and wondering if this was anything close to what Heaven was like.