Ken did not consider himself a bad guy. Yeah, yeah, sometimes he used his charm and silver tongue to get his way. Yes, sometimes he did things that society did not exactly approve of, but that was not out of malice or evil. He had fun doing those things and he could, so he did them. The only thing that he did consider a little 'bad' was the fact that if something contained even a hint of the taboo, he would be sorely tempted to do it.
He accepted this wickedness, seeing it as simply as a means of getting a step ahead of the ordinary, prudish men and women he saw all around him. All the conditioning about what the good guy should be like he had received from popular culture had slowly atrophied away and he had made his own theory about who the hero was. The hero was the guy with the balls to take what he wanted.
He had spent most of his time in college organizing rock concerts and promoting them, and though his college degree was in the sciences, he had set up a promotions company which within a year had expanded into event planning because of hard work and smart decisions. He enjoyed the job because it brought him in touch with many different kind of people who kept his life interesting.
Though he was twenty three, he did not like to spend too much time with people his age except for close friends. He much preferred the more sophisticated and intelligent discussions with older acquaintances. He especially had a strong attraction towards mature women and that tended to interfere with his dating life. He could not sit long with a beautiful girl without wondering what her older sister or mother might be like. Needless to say, this propensity for older women had led to several awkward moment. But he couldn't help who he wanted, that was just how God had made him.
In fact was looking at what he someone he wanted right now. She arrived at the shop front and glided out of her car, dainty pumps followed by tan firm calves, followed by thighs elegantly draped to the knee with a black soft silky skirt that fit her no less gracefully than petals on a tulip. Her dark hair was open and framed her radiant oval face perfectly before falling in gorgeous waves around the graceful slopes of her shoulders. Ken stood about six feet tall and by that reference, he guessed she was about five feet, three or four inches. "Genetic perfection" he thought to himself "they just don't make them like that anymore."
He waved the assistants away to greet her himself. Making her comfortable on a low backed chair, he settled down behind his desk. She crossed her legs and clasped her hands on one bare knee. A gold band gleamed on her left hand, but he was not put off by it. If anything, it made things even more exciting.
She had come to him because she wanted to hold a wine tasting for her fortieth birthday party. He had to ask her to make sure it was for her because from her appearance he had guessed that she was in her early thirties. She laughed and confirmed that it was and they went on to talk about possible locations, the wines, the cheeses and arranging a local winery owner to come and talk about some of the wines.
Her voice was what attracted him the most. A soft, sexy tone, almost a purr, a quality that made him feel like she was making love to his ears with every syllable.
They talked for about half an hour after which she had to go pick up her kids from school. He escorted her to the car and let his hand brush slightly against her ass as she pecked him on the cheek lingering there for a moment before pulling away.
He called her the next day from a café near the address she had given for her house. He told her that he had his laptop with him and if free, she could come down and have a look at what he had prepared. In her smooth, sexy voice she said she would be there, soon an by the time he was done with his first coffee she was walking in through the entrance. He smiled and waved her to his table.
She gave him a dazzling smile and a small but warm hug and told him how excited she was to be doing this party. He was excited too, but by the scent of her perfumed hair and the way her soft breasts were pressing against his toned body. After they sat down and she ordered herself a latte, he began going over the possible layouts and themes with her.
She was wearing a black top, skinny blue jeans and her hair was tied in a ponytail. She looked like the typical suburban mom and for some reason this turned him on much more than if she had been wearing a sexy cocktail dress. On the pretext of a better angle to see the laptop screen, he moved himself closer to her till their thighs were touching. His senses were intoxicated by the heady cocktail of soap, shampoo and perfume that he could smell on her. He somehow put those feelings aside so he could talk shop with her.
They decided that the best place to hold the party would be her house as it had a large garden with plenty of space for guests. The six vines for the party were finalized. They were supposed to be Chardonnay, Burgundy, Bordeaux, Sauterne, Riesling and Chianti, and they would be served with with Blue, Feta, Cheddar and Swiss cheese to tickle the taste buds. He had also arranged a menu of Hors D' Oeuvres from which she picked mozzarella and tomato skewers, mini ham, roasted peppers and mozzarella ciabatta pizzas.
She drew exactly how she wanted the drapes, lights and decorations at the party on a piece of paper he gave her and though that took some a lot of time, it was worth the effort. He now had a very good picture of what she desired for her birthday. He complimented her drawing and she smiled her brilliant smile at him once again and thanked him. She added that it had been a long time since she had drawn anything, almost wistfully.
She told him that since she had had her kids, she found no time alone for herself and even though she loved them to bits, she would love to have a little bit of time for the things she liked to do. He told her that at least on her birthday she would be able to enjoy a day just about her and that he would do his best to ensure that it was a good one. She smiled and said that the café had a great microbrewery so they could have a couple of beers together if he wanted. Ken could not have had a better opportunity get to know her better so he agreed.
He put away the laptop, ordered a pitcher and they started talking. He told her about himself, his work, his passion for music and football, and she told him how she used to sing back in college and liked doing yoga and pilates. He told her how he had been wondering how she maintained such a fabulous figure and she smiled but he could not discern whether the compliment meant anything to her or she got them all the time and had stopped caring. After they had had a couple more drinks she began telling him how her husband was very controlling and did not like going out much and that was something she missed.
He told her, truthfully, that if he had been married to someone as beautiful as her, he would have taken her everywhere to show her off.
She laughed and told him to stop flattering her and added with a twinge of bitterness that her husband thought the only way to keep her faithful was to hide her away in his mansion.
Ken asked her how that was working out and giggling she replied that so far it had worked pretty well.
They were having a great time but she had to go home for some errands. He offered to drive her home in her car and grab a bus back because she looked a little buzzed but she declined politely. "Maybe another time" she whispered really close to his ear and left before he could ask exactly what she meant.
That night he was up late exercising when he received a text from her.
It simply said "Hey."
"Hello gorgeous lady" he replied "not asleep yet?"
"No...just reading a book on my laptop."
"Ok, is everyone else asleep?"
"My son is asleep, my husband is in bed."
"Ok, good so I have you to myself for a while then? ;-)"
"Haha, you're bad! Yes you do mister but just till my husband calls me to bed."
"Ok, and how is he in that department?"
"Ok, I guess. Short and painless is the best I can say about it."
"Haha, that bad huh? So do you have any dark fantasy about who you'd rather have waiting for you in that bed?"
There was a bit of a pause. Ken thought he may have gone too far but then came reply.
"Maybe a young alpha male who can take me in all the ways my puny husband cannot."
He quickly took off his shirt and clicked a photo of his muscular, athletic frame in the bathroom mirror, hesitating only a moment before pressing send.
"Is this part of your fantasy? ;-)"
"Mmmm...yummy how soon can you get here?"
"Not soon enough..."
"THAT is true. Husband is calling me to bed...I'll talk to you soon" "Ok, baby."
