This installment may or may not be the last in this story, I haven't really decided yet, so if you have any suggestions, let me know.
As the week went by, I found myself missing Donna, and wondered whether she felt the same way. Of course, being on midnight shift, I really didn't get much chance to see her as she would leave her house about the same time I was getting home from work. I did want to talk to her though because I had gotten an email at work. Our employee committee had put together a Holiday Party for next Saturday and we needed to RSVP by Friday. I left a little early on Friday morning to get home and as I pulled up she was walking out of her door.
"Good morning, neighbor," I said.
"HI there, stranger, "she said, "or should I call you Dracula? "And we both laughed. We stood there for a second making small talk when I mentioned about the party.
"So, you're sure you want me to go with you to this party?" she asked.
"If I wasn't, I wouldn't ask you," I replied.
"Yes but how will it look, you with some old lady?"
"Geez, don't worry about that. And, you are definitely not an old lady like I told you. Hell, look at all the celebrity couples. Besides, I won't hold the age difference against you if you don't hold it against me. You can take pictures and make your friends jealous of you with a young stud," I laughed.
"You know what, you're right!" she said. "I don't care what anyone thinks, except you."
"Ok, so can I put you down as a yes? By the way, it's formal so I will be wearing a tux so you will have to wear whatever the female equivalent is."
"Female equivalent?" she laughed. "You're not too up on social things are you?"
"Nah, for me, paper napkins are a social upgrade from paper towels."
Rolling her eyes, she walked over to her car and said, "Well, I have to go but yes, put me down, it's a date. See you later handsome."
Well that was stupid, I thought. Now I have to go buy a tux.
Over the course of the next week, I was back on the day shift so I was able to see her but she seemed pretty busy. I did notice that she apparently was coming home, changing, and then going to the gym. If nothing else, she is pretty amazing as her workout attired from head to toe always matched. Other than to say hi, we were pretty much ships in the night.
Being the junior manager, I got the duty for the Holidays. I was actually kind of glad that I wasn't going to be able to get out to the West Coast for Christmas as I figured it would give me more time in my pursuit of Donna.
On the Friday before the party, I went to the men's shop and picked up the first tux I had ever owned. I had to admit it really looked sharp and of course, they talked me into another few hundred dollars' worth of things like cufflinks, buttons, etc. I figured she wouldn't be able to resist but to make sure, I also had a dozen roses sent to her dress store with a card that just had my initial on it. After work, a bunch of us went out for drinks at a local bar. A few of my friends were surprised that I was bringing a date to the party as no one had ever seen me out with anyone. The running joke was whether or not I would bring an air pump with me to inflate her in case something happened. (In other words, a blow up doll). The other one was what is his name. As we were sitting there, I got a text message with a picture of the flowers and a heart emoticon that said, "Can't wait!!!!" Smiling, I put my phone back in my pocket.
The Saturday of the event came and I got a phone call about 10:00 from Donna confirming that I was picking her up at 7. She then went on and on about nails, hair, etc. that she had to get done so she wanted to make sure she was on time. At that point, I was thankful I was a guy. Hell all I had to do was shower, shave and get dressed. She also said we would take the Mercedes tonight and if I was a good boy, she'd let me drive.
At around 6 I went into the bathroom and proceeded to start getting ready. As I started to get dressed, I started to think about what kind of underwear I should put on and decided on boxer briefs. I thought about boxers but figured I would probably be getting a woody pretty early on and the boxer briefs would be better at containing everything. After struggling with the bowtie, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought to myself what a damn good looking dude.
I grabbed a single rose that I had bought and walked over to her door and rang the bell. As I stood there in the cold, my heart started beating about 100 miles per hour and I had that nervous pit in the stomach of anticipation. The door opened a crack and I hear her yell for me to come on in as she just needed another minute.
I walked in, closed the door and stood in the little foyer.
"Ok, here I come," she announced from the top of the stairs.
When I looked up, I was completely speechless. She looked like something out of a movie. Her hair was immaculately done and curled. She had on a red evening gown that screamed elegance, beauty, and class. It was strapless, with a plunging neckline revealing the most incredible breasts I had ever seen, coming up only about an inch or two above her areolas. The gown had a slit up the middle that when she moved just right, flashed about halfway up her thigh. She was wearing a short pearl necklace with pearl bracelets and matching earrings. The whole ensemble was finished off with black hose with a diamond pattern and red heels. The gown hugged her curves nicely and the only thought that came to mind was classic buxom beauty. In fact, she looked about twenty years younger. She came down the steps and walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek.
"You can close your mouth, now, handsome," she said smiling.
"Oh my God, you look beautiful," I stammered.
"Mmm, so you think I look presentable enough to meet your co-workers?"
"More than that. I have a feeling I'm going to be fighting them off all night."
With that, she smiled broadly, flashing a megawatt smile and looking at the rose, she reached out and said thank you as she took it and laid it on the table by the foyer.
"So these must be related to the ones I got yesterday?"
"Well, I wanted it to be a special night."
"Mmm, I think it will be, "she said. Grabbing her fur, she handed me the keys and then made her way to the door. I walked her out and opening the passenger door, I let her in, and shut the door. As I got in, she leaned over and kissed me, saying that she thought I was the most handsome man she's ever seen, a remark which instantly caused a stir in my boxer briefs.
On the way there, she put down the sun shade and proceeded to put on bright red lipstick. When she was done, she looked over and puckered at me.
"Damn, Donna, you just look so, so so..."
"Yes?"
"I don't have words, honestly. You look like someone out of a movie or TV."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
We got to the hotel where the dinner was and I pulled up to the valet. I handed the guy $20 and he immediately hopped to and told me he would take good care of it. I walked up to her and she put her arm in mine and we walked in and headed to the ballroom. After checking her fur, we walked over to the foyer outside the ballroom where the cocktail hour was already underway. A few heads turned when they saw her and I knew the guys were thinking I wish she was with me and the woman were just pissed that she looked so good.
"Nervous?" I asked.
"A little. I mean, I don't know anyone here and they're all going to be wondering who the old lady is,"
"Ok, that's the last time I want to hear that. You are not old, you don't look old, and for the record, you are the best looking woman in the place. Now what do you want to drink?"
"Probably a glass of chardonnay," she said.
"Coming right up."
