Author's Note:
This story is a slow burn. Each chapter will have some sexual action, but its heavy on the story. I hope you enjoy it.
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"Hey Dad?"
Ethan Carter had just arrived home from spending a day at the tennis courts with his friend Jonah. Jonah and Ethan had been meeting up to play tennis every day since summer began, especially since they had both received scholarship offers to play tennis next year as Freshman at the University of Virginia. Jonah and Ethan had been best friends since 4th grade, and although Jonah needed the scholarship to attend a school out of state, Ethan did not.
Ethan's dad, Elliot, retired from his job as CEO of a large automotive manufacturer at the age of 42 after helping the company look attractive enough to be acquired directly by Mercedes Benz. With enough stock options, bonuses, and fair bit of savvy investing, Elliot Carter retired just in time spend Ethan's senior year in High School with him shortly after his wife, and Ethan's mother, died suddenly from a rare form of leukemia.
Elliot had spent most of Ethan's growing up at the office and flying across the country to make and close deals, and although neither Ethan nor Elliot would say so out loud, it was as if the death of Ethan's mother was the best thing that could have happened for Ethan and Elliot's relationship. Elliot went from spending the equivalent of 2 months a year with his son, to spending almost every waking moment with him. Of course, Elliot didn't go to school with Ethan, nor did he go to every social gathering or tennis practice Ethan enjoyed. Nor did Ethan go with his dad to the country club, or the occasional social gathering Elliot's business associates, financial managers, or other "adult" events that Elliot seemed to have come up at least a few evenings a month.
But, compared to the last 18 years, Elliot and Ethan were stuck together like glue.
Even though Ethan didn't need a scholarship to attend Elliot's alma mater, the University of Virigina, Ethan soaked up the pride he felt from his dad every time his dad bragged about Ethan's tennis scholarship to the mailman, store clerk, waitress, business associate, phone call, and pretty much anyone else who would listen. Given the 18-year drought of love and attention that Ethan had lacked, he couldn't get enough of Elliot's newfound pride and attention. Its not that Elliot wasn't always proud of his son, its just that Ethan didn't know it until his mom had died.
Ethan opened the door to the garage that was right off the side entrance to the house that he usually came in. The motion sensor LED lights flicked on revealing that Elliot was not home. The Mercedes Maybach S 680 was not in the garage which peaked Ethan's curiosity. His dad rarely drove the S 680 typically opting to drive the more conservative Mercedes S 500 Sedan. Ethan was a bit naive to the fact that both vehicles cost more than many people's house, but he did know that the S 500 was the "every man's" choice, and the S 680 was driven to impress.
Ethan wondered who his dad was looking to impress.
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Elliot Carter felt moisture on his palms as he let go of the steering wheel of his S 680. He changed his mind at least five times before deciding to drive it to the exclusive gathering at his country club. Everyone knew him there and they all knew he could afford essentially any vehicle he wanted, but for some reason he'd decided to drive the S 680. And for some reason his palms were sweaty. 'Have I really been out of the game that long?' Elliot wondered to himself as took a deep breath to slow his heart rate.
The last 14 months had been a time of amazing connection with his son Ethan. He felt a friendship and closeness with Ethan that, 14 months ago, he wasn't sure was possible. Elliot was as proud as any father could be of Ethan. Ethan's hard work and determination had earned him a full athletic scholarship, and if he had needed it, Ethan had the grades to get an additional academic scholarship on top of it.
But more than anything, Elliot was just glad that he and Ethan were close. However, with Ethan heading off to college in the fall, Elliot knew that it would likely be a deeply emotional, and difficult time for him. The truth was, it might actually be harder for Elliot to see Ethan off to college, than it had been for Elliot to watch his wife rapidly fade from life just over a year ago.
Elliot would never say so out loud, but he and his late wife weren't close when she passed. He realized many times over the last year that Ethan was in much deeper pain than Elliot was over his wife's passing. It wasn't that Elliot didn't love his wife, but it was hard for love to exist when Elliot spent the last 18 years working non-stop. Elliot had also struggled to remain faithful to his wife, especially when he entered the C-Suite. In addition to the money, power, success, and responsibility that came with the C-Suite, there also came blurred lines of morality which affected his professional world and easily bled over into his personal world.
Of the last 10 years of his late wife's life, Elliot had had sex with his wife maybe 15 times (he couldn't really remember) but it wasn't as if Elliot had any trouble getting his sexual needs met. In addition to the status of the C-Suite, there also was the fact that Elliot was quite attractive. He maintained a modern hairstyle which his hairstylist modified over the years to keep current. He was an athlete in college and was a pole vaulter which meant his dedication to physical form, fitness, and physique was as detailed and impeccable as his work as a CEO. Elliot's hair had begun to turn salt-and-pepper at 38, and he let it stay natural since he felt the greys in his hair landed him additional credibility which he had already earned.
Elliot was very discrete in his choices of sexual partners over the years, never opting to sleep with any of his subordinates. He had plenty of opportunities. Hundreds? Thousands? Who knows really, but Elliot resolutely avoided such entanglements. Elliot was always up for a challenge anyway, and so his sexual partners over the years had been the C-Suite executives of his buyers, suppliers, competitors, and the occasional hookup with someone outside of his industry entirely who was (in his opinion) the most beautiful woman in the room.
This woman was usually a brunette with long hair, a killer body, perfectly shaped hips to waist to bust ratio, and although he couldn't explain it, describe it, or find it, a certain scent of perfume. It seemed that all these women of this profile wore the same perfume. Or the women who got his attention wore the perfume. But perhaps if they didn't look the part, he funneled them out of his mind. Or perhaps if they didn't wear that intoxicating scent, he never really noticed their looks. Elliot couldn't be sure. But he definitely had a type.
Despite Elliot's sexual success while operating in the corporate world, Elliot was on a sexual drought right now, and until very recently he didn't even think about it or even notice. Elliot's relationship with Ethan was the most important thing in his life right now.
However, as Elliot reoriented himself to his sweaty palms, he realized that all this reflection of the last year and his marriage and late wife, was probably amplified by two key facts. One, Elliot was on an unusual sexual drought. Two, Elliot anxiously, or hopefully, anticipated a particular person to be at the country club this afternoon.
Suddenly, Elliot's door opened as the Valet Attendant welcomed him, "Mr. Carter, welcome, we're glad to see you back again. I trust your drive in this beautiful car was nothing but sublime sir?" The Valet Attendant was obviously looking forward to driving the S 680, and Elliot couldn't really blame him.
"Yes, it's always a nice drive down," Elliot replied simply. The Country Club that he had been a part of for more than a decade but hadn't spent much time at until this last year, was right on the coast of the Atlantic Ocean, as was Elliot's home. So, he was being quite truthful when he stated that the coastal road that brought him down to the country club was indeed a nice drive.
As Elliot passed off the keys to the Valet, he made his way into the Country Club, heading ultimately towards one of the private rooms which contained a full bar, a long center table with about 30 chairs around it, and a perfect view of the ocean which opened from the room itself with floor to ceiling glass doors which remained open for now. Along the way attendants opened doors for him welcoming "Mr. Carter" at every step of the way as they exchanged niceties about the weather, golf, and Elliot's various cars that they all admired.
As Elliot entered the room, he took notice of several men he recognized and a few women he assumed were their wives. They too noticed him and gave a nod, or raised a glass, but none of them stopped to come say hello and they kept chatting.
This certainly did not bother Elliot, as he assumed they were probably talking shop, and Elliot had been away from "the shop" long enough to feel a healthy distance from the typical banter and hyperfocus that he knew these particular men would still be knee deep in. As Elliot made his way towards the open doors to the balcony which overlooked the Atlantic Ocean, he was abruptly offered a glass of wine by one of the attendants who would most likely be continuing to offer drinks, hors d'oeuvres, or bussing away finished items all evening. But it wasn't the job of this person, nor their offer for a glass of wine that so startled Elliot. No, it was the scent.