Author's Foreword: This was always planned just to be a tease and set up for a fun second part. It's tame. It's short. Kynhalis gets the credit for the editing. It reads better because of their efforts.
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"You don't think I've missed how you've been staring at me all evening, do you?" Jeanette whispered as she passed by close enough for me to feel the warmth and moisture of her breath on the base of my neck. A whiff of jasmine and vanilla followed.
A friend of my much older sister's, I'd had a crush on Jeanette since I first met her twenty years prior. I was a high school senior and both she and my sister were mid-career accountants at the same firm. Many of my self-care sessions in that year had centered around petite, experienced Jeanette. Eventually, this fantasy image I held of her in my mind was replaced by my real-life sexual experiences or other fantasy women, but after seeing her for the first time in almost fifteen years, my desire for her had returned with a vengeance. I tried to control my breathing and hoped this would rein in the rest of my body's reactions.
Jeanette was an early fifty-something brunette, though you wouldn't know it without looking closely. Very closely, in fact. Wrinkles seemed to have magically missed her face and neck, and she still retained a youthful cuteness. And her body was enough to break men on their own desire: five foot one or two inches tall and maybe 120 pounds, which translated on her into a rather fit looking woman with a perfect hourglass shape -- round derriere, slender waist that I imagined I could envelop almost entirely with my hands, and a top-shelf that stopped just shy of what I'd call "busty." She was definitely stacked, but why she had always tried to keep her breasts so hidden, I'd never understood. Tonight, she was in a black tea-length dress with a lightweight, black sweater that covered her arms and allowed only the hint of the deep cleavage I knew existed. Black stockings and black closed-toe three-inch heels completed the look. Along with her wild, long, raven hair and tanned complexion, she couldn't be any closer to my perfect physical ideal.
She turned toward me, leaned back against the kitchen counter, and smirked. Continuing in a faint voice where only I was likely to hear, "Did you leave any clothes on me at least, or am I going catch my death of cold?"
I finished pouring myself a drink and looked her in the eye briefly before answering. "Sorry, Jeanette, but I couldn't help from staring. You look stunning tonight." I wasn't exaggerating on either account. I found myself sizing her up continuously.
She folded her arms in a display of mock disapproval, "Such sweet words, but such a naughty stare." Her eyes twinkled. She was flirting, but was it real or a tease? I decided to call her bluff.
"You're having fun with me, I see." I covered the ground between us and paused as my body was within an inch or two of hers. Her eyes widened in surprise as I reached behind her ever so slowly and deliberately to set my drink on the counter. She relaxed slightly when she saw what I was doing. That is, until I rested my other hand on her hip. She hadn't expected I'd keep our little verbal dance going, much less add a physical element with others in the next room.
