He was late. He was always late. Why did she let him do this to her all the time? The bartender, "Jen" could sense her frustration when she walked into the bar to wait.
"How about trying the house specialty?" Asked Jen.
There was a giant tank on the bar. Chunks of pineapple and vodka. On a hot May afternoon, it looked refreshing. Ice cold Stolichnaya Vodka infused with pineapple juice and large chunks of the yellow fruit. The first one went down way too quick and too easy. So she slowed herself down on the second one, because that protein shake lunch was a long time ago.
He didn't even call. She got a text. "Capital Grille. 7:30 Tuesday. Black Dress."
She knew exactly which one. THAT black dress. She also knew that she would be wearing her silver heels and those black thigh highs. No need for panties. He'd made that clear in the past. No matter how cute they were or how sexy they made her feel, he wanted them at home in a drawer.
So there she sat. She'd left work early. Took a long shower, shaved herself smooth. She enjoyed the air flowing under a dress, especially on a warm day like today. She even spent a half hour on her damn hair.
8:20 She was looking at her phone, when she sensed rather than saw him standing next to her. He had stepped into her personal space, he often did that. His chest touching her shoulder. He signaled to Jen that he wanted the same drink.
She was not going to give him the pleasure of a reaction. He was so....frustrating. At work she managed a team of people. But around him, he was always in charge. He had some control over her. How she didn't know. She brought the martini to her lips. Lips she had worked so hard to prepare, hours ago. He hadn't even kissed her.
Then he slid his hand down her back, so smoothly. That was the word for him. Smooth. Not his 8 O'clock shadow or hairy chest. His motions. His words. His moves. Always smooth.
He placed his hand firmly on the small of her back. Then he started stroking her back through the thin dress. Damn him. She should have never told him about that secret spot. But he got it from her. Like her other secrets.
Oh but Damn, she loved his touch. His nails scratched her smooth freckled skin. The electricity radiated from her back to every hair on her arms and neck. She pulled the glass from her mouth, just in time to gasp. A splash from her ice cold drink hit the warm valley between her breasts. The cold shocked her and she knocked into his drink. His drink splashed on her bare thigh.
Instantly her mind went to that ice cube. Same dress. Different place. Laying on a bed. Completely under his control She didn't know where it came from, but suddenly, the wettest, hottest part of her body was filled with an ice cold sensation. She held off as long as she could, refusing to admit that he was in charge. But she had to say it. The word. Her safe word. She hated that she had given in. But it was so cold. Damn him.
She blinked and was back. Was it the drink or the memory that had excited her? The electrical tingle from her back was making her moist.
He was still talking to Jen about the weekend weather. He was facing the bar. She couldn't see his eyes, just his salt and pepper hair. And that neck. Damn she wanted to kiss - no suck - no she wanted to bite that neck.
She was screaming inside her head "I'm right here! Pay attention to ME!"
As if he read her mind, he leaned into her, gently whispered into her ear "Hello lover."
His lips brushed her ears. His breath rolled down her neck. While she shivered from that, his hand appeared under her dress just above the elastic band of the hose she had on.
