Out of all the social functions I attended each year my favorite by far was Caroline Carson's annual summer kickoff party, held every June at her twelve room plantation home on the river. Caroline's parties were legendary in savannah's social circles; she picked the guests personally for each party. And sent each one handwritten invitations that were delivered by messenger, she would spare no expense.
Caroline had made her money the old fashioned way, being already born into it she had married it and then buried it twice , and as the curator of the savannah museum of art for twenty five years she had developed a penchant for extravagant, and could afford it being one of the wealthiest women in savannah.
I was greeted by a valet, as I pulled up to the twelve room antebellum home that sat on the banks of the Savannah River, nestled among the cypress and magnolia trees.
The house was enormous and had quite a long history, Caroline had acquired it after the death of her second husband; and it had been in his family since before the civil war.
As I stood taking in the familiar surroundings, Marcus Jones Caroline's personal assistant greeted me on the front steps with a smile and a warm hug , I had never met anyone as loyal or as diligent as Marcus.
"Jordan Keller, it's been way to long and don't you look absolutely amazing." The slightly overweight balding man beamed as he enveloped me in a tight hug.
I had dressed in a pair of charcoal grey drawstring twill pants and a cabernet colored silk tank top that showed a bit much of my stomach, with black Prada ankle strap sandals, light make-up and my long blond hair pulled back at the sides...
"Let me look at you." he said pulling back and spinning me around.
"I love the outfit, very sexy." he said with a wink.
"It's good to see you too Marcus, how have you been?"
"I've been well, come in sweetheart."
Politely he stepped aside as I walked into the main foyer.
"Miss Caroline is upstairs and she requested you come see her before the other guest's arrive." he pointed me toward the stairs and smiled as he stepped away.
I took the marble stairs two at a time that led to the second floor, my mind flashing back to various times I had ascended these steps and what they had always led to.
The memories I had of the stunning redhead always brought a smile to my face.
Caroline was a part of my past, someone who could stir my soul , a woman who was intelligent, challenging ,fearless , sexy and had been one of the most intense lovers I had ever had the pleasure of having.
I stood quietly in the doorway of her bedroom watching her as she sat on the edge of the king-size canopy bed naked except for black strap pumps, and a black g-string, slowly rubbing lotion up and down her calf.
Even now at forty five and fifteen years my senior she could still stir me to the bone, I remembered every square inch of her tanned and toned body and how she cold make me feel as I stood there lost quietly in thought.
Lost in the images of this beautiful woman and the things she could do to me, it had been months since I had seen her but the feelings never changed.
"Are you just going to stand there darling, or are you going to help me with my dress?" She asked, looking up at me with a flip of her red mane.
"I'm sorry, I was distracted." I teased.
I stepped into the room as she stood picking up her dress from the bed, and crossing slowly to me with a sultry grin.
"You always were so very easily distractible." those luscious lips of hers claimed mine as she stepped into me, pressing the full length of her incredible body against mine.
Pulling back from the kiss, I slipped the silky, thin, little black dress over her head kissing her again slowly as I let my hands trail the path of the dress. Over the curve of her shoulders, as my thumbs brushed lightly across her hardening nipples and my hands slid around to her ass, pulling her into me harder making her moan softly as the dress fell into place.
Caroline pulled back from me, breaking the kiss and sighing deeply.
"Why did we ever stop being lovers?" she asked, running her thumb slowly across my bottom lip.
"You grew tired of me." I joked, letting go of her waist she stepped back from me, her grin salacious.
"Tired of you, darling that's like saying your tired of breathing. "She frowned.
Caroline handed me her choker and turned around so I could latch the clasp , and I leaned in biting gently at her earlobe , she ground her perfect ass against me , arching into my hands as I slid the choker around her neck.
"If memory serves me, your chosen profession pulled you away and keeps you away for weeks at a time, and a woman has her needs."
"I'm never too far away, and we could always get reacquainted." I whispered into her ear.
" As good as that offer sounds , and as much as I would like to have you fuck me into a babbling mess I do have a party to host and you and I have business we need to discuss."
Caroline pulled away from me again, took me by the hand and led me out to the balcony.
"Business, you never want t talk business?" I'd asked once we had stepped outside.
"Yes Jordan, I recently acquired ninety-thousand dollars worth of uncut diamonds from a gentleman in New York in exchange for a few paintings and I need those stones turned into cash." she smiled.
"Of course, I can take care of it tonight if you like; it will just take a phone call." I said confidently.
"I knew you could help me, you make that call and I'll go downstairs to greet my guests."
With a soft kiss on the lips she was gone, as a few cars had already begun to arrive, and it was time for Caroline to be on show.
I took my time making the calls I needed to make to move the diamonds for Caroline, while standing on the second floor balcony pacing, smoking a joint and watching the cars come and go down the oak lined drive as the valets take turns parking them.
I recognized the black Mercedes as it pulled in slowly, and grinned to myself thinking of how interesting the night ahead would soon become.
The woman I'm currently fucking and a woman that I used to fuck in the same house, oh the possibilities.
I watched as the stunning banker climbed out of the passenger side of the car and her fiancée came around to meet her, she looked ravishing in a simple white sun dress and brown sandals, her shoulder length brunette hair loose and framing her gorgeous face.
Our business relationship hadn't changed but our personal relationship had, the torrid affair we were carrying on was dangerous for both of us and I had no intention of letting it stop.
