Shattered Innocence

Authors Note:

This is a continuation of the story Awakening. If you haven't, you may want to go back and read it first or you won't follow the story line as intended.

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Ruth's daily routine changed radically after the incident at the pool. She used to come home from work, get some dinner, a glass of wine, and spend the evening watching TV or reading before heading off to bed. Now she found herself rushing home from work, grabbing a quick bite and heading out to the pool each evening in hopes that he would be there. She didn't know anything about the man, not his name, what he did for a living, even if he was single. What she did know is that she could not stop fantasizing about him.

In the shower she couldn't help but feel his presence, his penetrating eyes upon her, nor could she help but touch herself until she exploded into orgasm at his fantasy touch. She would dream about him at night, waking up with her pussy damp and twitching unable to return to sleep until she pleasured herself yet again.

It had been nearly a week since their first meeting, she had seen him a couple of times walking to his car or through the apartment complex but never had the nerve even to wave or acknowledge his presence. Once he had glanced over and given her a little smile, and she quickly hid behind the book she was holding, quickly growing damp between her legs. On Friday, one week to the day since her accident at the pool it happened, she turned the corner of her building, heading for her car and off to work, and she ran into him, literally.

She had been in a hurry, wanting to stop and get coffee and perhaps a Danish on the way to work. He caught her in his strong arms to keep her from bouncing off of him and falling backwards onto her ass. Are you okay? Her cheeks turned to crimson and tightness crept up into her throat, between her legs dampness spread immediately, all she could manage was a whispered yes sir. She had no idea why she said that, she hadn't called another man sir in her life that hadn't been her father, or an employer. He must think I'm crazy, I've said four words to him two yeses and two sirs.

He held her for a moment to make sure that she had regained her balance. His eyes were penetrating her even though she wasn't looking into them; she kept her head down to hide how deeply her cheeks were blushed. Her pussy was tingling and the dampness there was growing. She drank in the scent of him, a musky cologne that made her want to run her tongue up his neck and taste his lips, his crisp business suit smelled of a fresh autumn day. He reached out and took her chin in his hand, tilting her face up to meet his gaze, that penetrating dominate gaze that could see all the secrets she tried so desperately to hide from him. As soon as their eyes met the little butterfly between her legs threatened to send her over the edge into orgasm which she barley managed to control.

Her legs felt like they were going to give out, that the muscles had ceased to function, she had to fight the urge to slump to the ground in front of him. Which way is your car he asked, unable to speak she merely gestured with her eyes in the general direction in which she was parked. Hand me your keys. She handed him her keys and he put his arm around her and started to walk her in the direction she had indicated. She couldn't understand why she just handed her keys over to this strange man, she didn't even know his name, hell, and she had only spoken the same two words to him on two separate occasions. It was the way he spoke to her, it wasn't a question, it wasn't a suggestion, it was a command and she complied without question.

As they neared the parking lot he clicked the unlock button of the fob on her key chain alerting him to her car, a late model Mercedes, one of the few things that had been a nice benefit granted to her in the divorce. He turned and walked her over to the car, pausing to open the door and gently usher her into the drivers seat. As she slid into position the short white skirt she was wearing rode dangerously up her thighs stopping just before her white lace panties became visible to his gaze.

She glanced up for just a moment and caught his gaze staring directly down into her lap, her thighs fully exposed to him. Her cheeks blushed crimson once again and the butterflies that had been dancing around her clit suddenly shifted into overdrive. A low moan escaped her throat despite her desperate attempt to stifle it. You have beautiful legs he said in his commanding breathy voice, she winced and her thighs pressed together with a mind of their own. That was all it took, for the second time under this mans gaze she exploded into orgasm, without a touch, just with a glance and the added compliment about her legs she lost control. She convulsed a few times, biting her lip hard to keep from crying out, her breasts heaving as her breath came in little gasps. If she had looked up she would have witnessed a knowing grin cross his lips and a smile in his eyes at the effect he had on her.

He gently closed the door to her car, no more words, simply shut the door and left her to her own thoughts. She dare not glance up at him outside her window, she knew if she did she would loose control of her emotions again and would have to go back to her apartment for a change of clothes. She pulled her skirt down so that it was a little more modest and started her car. She was about to put it into reverse and back out of the parking space when a tap on the window made her jump. She glanced up into his face and he gestured for her to roll the window down. She fumbled around for the button, her fingers shaky and uncoordinated; she managed to find the right switch and eased the window down.

The smoldering eyes that had haunted her every waking moment as well as her dreams were looking down at her, her heart was beating hard and her pussy was pulsating along in time. He bent his knees and lowered himself down to her level so that he was looking directly into her eyes. Dinner tonight, I will pick you up at eight, be ready. With that he simply stood, turned and walked away, his stride one of confidence, not waiting for an answer, as it hadn't been a question, it was a statement, there was no need for her to answer.

Her mind was switching gears faster then her thoughts could keep up. Her now wet pussy was doing cartwheels between her legs. She knew that she would comply to his invitation, even though she knew in the back of her mind it wasn't really an invitation, it was a command. One that he knew she couldn't help but obey. How did he know where to pick her up? How did he know she would even entertain the idea of going somewhere with a man whose name she didn't even know? These questions danced in her head for the rest of the day.

Her mind wasn't on her work the rest of the day, she kept thinking of those eyes, the words he spoke and how he spoke them. She had to fight not to soak her panties several times throughout the day, fighting the urge to press her thighs together and gain some release at her desk. Her cheeks in a constant state of flush redness, she fidgeted, little beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. Finally at four that afternoon she'd had enough.

She got up from her desk and walked to the door of her boss's office and knocked lightly. She heard Sarah, her boss, just hanging up the phone then calling for her to come in. Ruth opened the door quietly and stepped inside, her cheeks still displaying the red blush that she hadn't been able to shake since this morning. Sarah noticed right away, are you feeling okay Ruth? You look like you might be running a fever. I'm not feeling very well, I was wondering if it would be okay if I left a little early today?

Sarah said that would be fine, things had slowed down and there were no demanding tasks that couldn't wait until Monday. Ruth thanked her and waked back to her desk, gathered her things and grabbing her keys she headed out to the lobby and into the parking garage. Ruth never left work early even when she really wasn't feeling well, a little pang of guilt sprang up but she quickly pushed it back down. She got into her car, started it up and headed for home. Her anticipation of the evening with him had her quivering in trepidation and excited beyond belief at the same time.

Her drive home was a quick one; her foot being a little heavy on the gas and the lights along the way seemed to be in her favor. She parked her car in her assigned spot at the apartment complex, gathering her things she headed to her door. As she walked up to her door fishing for the right key, she almost didn't notice the packages sitting on the porch in front of it. Two exquisitely wrapped boxes awaited her there, the bottom one was a flat box about three inches thick and perhaps fifteen inches wide and twenty-four inches long. On top of this sat another identically wrapped box the size of a shoe box, a beautiful lace ribbon about two inches in width bound the boxes together terminating in an expertly tied bow on top.

She unlocked the door and gathered up the package. Stepping inside she closed the door behind her and turned the lock, dropping her purse and keys on the side table she made her way over to her couch and sat down with the packages. There was an envelope tucked under the bow of the packages, which she quickly slid out from under the ribbon. Opening the envelope revealed a beautiful off white card embossed with a border of vines and leaves in the corners. Written on the card in a perfect penmanship with an almost calligraphy quality were these words.

"This is what you are to wear tonight for our dinner,

I will pick you up at eight. Be ready"

R

Her heart did a little flutter in her chest, and of course the same was echoed between her legs, a sensation that she now knew was beyond her control. The effect this man had on her wanted to make her scream and shout for joy at the same time. And again, there was no name, just the simple initial R on the note.

She set the card to the side and carefully untied the bow holding the two boxes together. Taking the smaller box in her shaking hands she opened it to find a beautiful pair of black four inch heel shoes with delicate windings of black and silver bands that crisscrossed over the toes and terminated in a buckle that would ride high on the ankle. They also happened to be in her exact size, slipping one on gave the impression that they were made to fit her exclusively. There was also a small black purse that matched the shoes and would hang gracefully from her shoulder.

Setting the shoes aside for a moment she opened the larger of the two boxes. Folding back the thick black tissue paper to expose a deep purple velvet bag with a gold-corded drawstring lying over a black evening dress. She put the velvet bag to the side for a moment and gently took the dress nestled in the wrapping. It was beautiful, her heart fluttered at the site of it. It had tiny little straps that flowed down to a low cut top outlined with beautiful cut crystals that glistened like diamonds. She could see that the hem was quite short and that when it was on it was only going to cover a few inches of her thighs below her panties, she blushed at the thought. The material felt like silk against her skin, an expensive fine silk and must have cost as much as she made in a week.

She felt giddy at the thought of wearing the dress on her date with him; her mind was racing and her heart followed. Laying the dress carefully aside she smoothed it out on the couch cushion beside her, careful not to wrinkle it. Next she reached for the velvet bag and opened the gold cord that held it closed. First she pulled out what must have been the most exquisite pair of sheer black stockings that she had ever held in her hands. The stockings were thigh highs with the elastic garters at the top that didn't require any sort of strap or belt to be worn with them.

Laying the stockings carefully over the back of the couch she continued her exploration of the velvet bag. The next item that that she pulled carefully from its velvet cocoon was a black sheer strapless bra of sorts. She had never seen a bra like it before, it was obviously designed to lift and cup her breasts yet there were no cups, there was just enough fabric to lift and hold her breasts up and nothing to cover them, her nipples would be totally exposed. The thought of her nipples poking through the tight silk of the evening dress caused her to blush and feel an excitement deep inside. She was going to be more exposed in this outfit then she had ever dared in public before.

Reaching into the soft bag with her hand she slid out a sheer black pair of high cut panties. Looking them over them she noticed the quality of the material and the interwoven lace, the way the back of them will do little to cover her ass and how high the will ride against her in the front. There's something odd about them as well, a thickness to the cloth that will stretch from her back side up between her legs and in front of her. Almost as if there is something built into them.

Further investigation of the inside revealed a soft ridge running that length that would nestle itself between her lips when worn. Silicone perhaps? The discovery sent goose bumps up her arm, He wants me to feel them, and he knows that every time I move that little soft ridge will move against me, stimulating me. The thought terrifies her, but an even stronger emotion, one of excitement over rides that terror. I will be dripping by the time the evening is over she thought to her self.

Ruth lays everything carefully out at the ready and heads off to shower and prepare herself, she feels exhilarated and she hopes eight o-clock gets here quickly, before she looses her nerve. After her shower she carefully blow dries her shoulder length deep auburn hair, a few styles crosses her mind and she finally decides to wear it up on top of her head, a couple of curled ribbons left hanging down beside her cheeks. The time was moving faster than she expected, her anticipation making it seem to fly by at a stellar pace.

She applied her makeup carefully, settling on something light and fresh, just a hint of blush in her cheeks, as she was sure there would be plenty of natural blushing to keep her color high. For her eyes she decided on a smoldering yet understated combination of earth tones and a shiny bronze that made her green eyes with hints of the same bronze color flaked throughout stand out and demand attention, just a hint of eyeliner, and a soft pink glossy lipstick. Now if I can even manage to look at him without gushing all over myself she thought.

She carefully dressed in the outfit that he had prepared for her, sliding into the bra and panties, easing the stockings carefully up her legs one by one satisfied at the way everything fit her as if tailored special just for her. How could he know how to pick things so perfectly to fit her? She slid the dress down over her shoulders pulling it down over her hips and let it fall into place, her nipples tightening instantly as the silky fabric slid over them. She assessed herself in front of her full-length mirror, everything was perfect, and the dress molded itself to her almost as if it had been painted on to her skin, her nipples pert and prominently showing through the fabric. She looked and felt sexier then she had ever felt in her life.

Going through the jewelry she owned, piece by piece, she tried every necklace, every pair of earrings that she had to no avail. Nothing she owned worked with the outfit that was now molded to her body, they all looked cheap by comparison, out of place. She sighed and put it all away into her jewelry box. I guess the dress is going to have to stand on it's own she thought to herself. And with each movement the butterflies did their dance, that special strip in her panties was exquisitely arousing.

She donned the shoes he had included with the outfit, their four-inch heels taking her to a standing five foot six, the heels caused her legs to tighten with the added height and her calves stand out in a sensuous curve. She was very pleased with the complete look, the way her legs looked in the stockings, the way her nipples presented themselves for inspection, even the way the small strip in her panties stimulated her with the slightest movement she made. Glancing at the clock she noticed it was very close to eight, a nervous yet excited feeling came over her suddenly and the butterflies lighted on her clit and did a little dance.

Her doorbell sounded precisely at eight, the sound made Ruth jump and her tummy quiver. How did he even know which apartment was hers, had he been spying on her? She walked to the door, peeked through the peephole and saw him standing there with just a few inches of wood between them. She unlocked the door; turning the handle slowly she pulled it open to great him.

As soon as she opened the door a tingle started to make itself known just below her belly. He looked dashing. He wore a perfectly tailored pair of deep gray pants bordering on black, a shiny black leather belt with a crocodile pattern embossed into it, a crisp white linen shirt, comfortably unbuttoned at the top exposing a little of the tanned skin of his chest, and an expertly fitted jacket that matched his pants, His penetrating eyes were upon her and she suddenly felt weak, helpless, yet exhilarated to have him here.

She tried to speak, How, how did you know, she got out, her voice just able to rise above a whisper. How did I know where to find you? She nodded almost imperceptibly, that's easy, I own the apartments he replied. Her mind started to add up the numbers, how he knew which apartment was hers, the note from maintenance she found on her table when she got home from work a few days ago, how he knew enough to purchase the outfit she now wore that hugged every curve and line of her body as if it was tailored to fit her.

Another fact that sprang into her mind was his name, Richard Riley, emblazoned across the bottom of the large sign bearing the name of her apartment complex, Richard Riley Investments. Turn for me. His voice snapped her out of the thoughts racing through her mind, she looked up at him, he was looking over her, assessing her, and she slowly turned so he could survey her outfit. As she slowly finished her turn she looked up into his eyes just in time to catch a small frown play at the corner of his eyes, her heart caught in her throat, is, is something wrong she managed to get out in that breathy voice just above a whisper.

Wrong? Oh, nothing wrong no, there just seems to be something missing. His hand came across his chest reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a beautiful rosewood box, the words Tiffany Inc. emblazoned in gold lettering across the front in perfect script. Her heart raced. He opened the box in front of her eyes to reveal a beautifully matched set of diamond and onyx earrings and equally stunning diamond and onyx necklace lying on a velvet bed within the box. In the corner below them was something she had no clue about, it almost looked like the remote control that went on her keys to her car.

Hold this he said, handing her the box, she did as she was asked, no not asked, not with him, everything from this man was a command, one that she couldn't help but follow. He removed the earrings one at a time, carefully threading the wires into her pierced ears, a thumb stroking her check as each fell into place. His touch sent shivers up her spine and a tingle between her legs. Next he took the necklace from its bed of velvet, reaching around her neck and clasped it into place, his fingers arranging it to lie perfectly between her breasts, a thumb glided effortlessly across the heaving cleavage of her left breast. A soft moan escaped her lips as the sensation sent tingles through her nipple. Again he looked her over and a sly grin crept into the corner of his lips. There, that's much better he said. What's this she whispered, indicating the small device still in the box that she held in her hands? Oh, that is for me my dear he said, taking the little remote out of the box and sliding it into his left jacket pocket.