If he noticed it, he didn't consider it noteworthy. Truth to tell I really didn't care. I decided to be nice spending some time, doing it, well at least one of us did. My hand, actually, to be more specific.
He groped and squeezed my breasts while I stroked him to orgasm. I listened to his moans and gasps as he kissed my face. He was kissing and inhaling another Woman's scent.
Oh well, she was in my mind anyway and there was no way he was going to, 'get it,' before she did. She was to be in my dreams tonight. I'm sure she would be in most of the morrow's daydreams.
As I have said I do have responsibilities. As the hours passed I was ambivalent; torn between anticipation of the soon to be known, and what I considered comfort. At 6:00 PM though, I was ready. Yes, I went.
"Uh." I obtained the attention of the desk clerk, (at exactly 6:30 PM,) "I'm supposed to meet,"
"Yes, hold one," she smiled at me and reached for the phone.
"Ma'am?" her voice paused, "Unh uhhh. Yes she is prompt." her head nodded, "Yes Ma'am."
She then smiled at me and replaced the phone receiver, "She'll be right with you. Soon."
"Thank you." I replied.
I stood in silence and marvelled about the quality of communication and the efficiency present in her operation. I wondered though, if my secret was common knowledge.
She rustled some papers on the desk, "She is quite nice isn't she?"
I looked at her, "Uh, yes," then turned to hide a blush, " ... but, I just met her though." I realized I didn't even know her name.
"Oh? Well," she batted both her eyelids in a bright quick wink, "don't worry she doesn't uh, Oh! Here she is."
"Hello Dear." she reached for my hand,
"Nicole," she addressed the clerk, "this is," she looked at me for a prompt.
I immediately responded, "Deanna."
"Deanna, my new ... 'Ingénue,' "
"Hello Deanna." Nicole acknowledged me.
" ... we're going out. No calls. Ta ta."
Nicole nodded and bowed her head as, 'She,' draped my arm on hers and turned us towards the entrance to leave.
"Ingénue?" I said to her at the door and smiled quizzically.
"Yes," her voice underscored the finality of her word. "I think it is quite, 'apropos.' " she continued, " 'Ingénue, a young or naïve woman.' Are you not this?"
I stopped, "Well,"
"Deanna," she turned to me, "last night." She placed her fingertips under my chin and tilted my head upwards. I looked into her eyes.
Her words conjured the memory. Her scent and the atmosphere of our time was nearly tangible. I wanted her to embrace and kiss me right there in front of everyone.
She did just that. "I told you to stop acting."
I felt a gentle warmth suffuse my body as I acknowledged to myself that I did not care about this public display. "I promise." I whispered after her soft kiss left its' imprint on my trembling lips.
"Silly girl." she opened the door for me.
I would no longer, 'act.' I finally decided it was time to respond.
"We're going somewhere very exclusive."
"Oh,'' I said, "where?"
"Soon sweetheart, we'll be there soon."
As we rounded the first corner's block intersection she gently guided me further down the sidewalk as we talked about me, my career, my desires, my husband.
"Oh, I don't know,'' I replied to her pointed question, ''he's ok I guess, for a man.''
"Are you not satisfied?"
Her frankness lengthened my pause.
"Well, I don't know. Isn't satisfaction a time related event?" I replied, "I can't know what's not there yet. Besides, I'm to do what I am to do."
"Last night you made love to me. Believe me, I was satisfied." she said quietly.
I did not answer.
She stopped, "We are here."
It was a very old Victorian style house, no more than 1 ½ block from the spa. It was three stories high. It commanded the space on the lot much more than the store fronts and shops abutting it. Just like her.
Stone steps lead the way to a huge wrap around porch with wicker chairs on the sides and a hanging rocker for two on the other side of an imposing ornately carved wooden door.
"This is my world." She said as we walked to the door, "I own the entire block."
She placed her palm on an indented carving identical to the icon at her spa. An ultra violet light beam scanned her palm. "No man has ever entered here. Welcome."
What a world! The entry was a foyer that stretched out before us at least 10 feet, panelled with a very blondish style of wood I had never seen before. (It almost seemed to radiate a pinkish hue.) Doors, (leading into rooms?) on both sides with mirrors interspersed.
There were pictures of women, all approximately her age, garbed in clothing appropriate for the era in which that particular woman, 'reigned,' over this house.
There is no other word to describe the, 'atmosphere,' of the pictures. Every thing that I could see inside this house designated that Royalty lived here.
At the end of the foyer we were met by a red haired green eyed young woman approximately 25 or 26.
"This is my, attendant, Nancy."
Nancy nodded to me as she reached for my things,
"Nancy. We will have tea in the front room." she took my arm and escorted me into her house.
"Yes Ma'am." Nancy nodded as she placed my things in a closet.
"Come." she escorted me to a sitting room. We sat on the most comfortable over stuffed floral patterned love seat I had ever seen.
"So!" she turned and looked at me.
I knew she was expecting an answer to her question regarding satisfaction. "No I am not satisfied."
She nodded her head, "To achieve satisfaction?" She leaned towards me and kissed me. Her tongue slid effortlessly in and claimed everything. It seemed to pulse with its own rhythm as it filled the empty of my mouth.
She broke the kiss. As the sensuality of her kiss slowly evaporated, allowing a tiny glimmer of, satisfaction, to feel its life, I noticed Nancy had quietly entered the room with the tea set. She was standing there quietly.