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6.
At half past seven the pub was not busy yet and I had no trouble taking the same table. I have to admit that it was a toss up as to whether Miara would show. I had felt her attraction to me but I might have made her too uncomfortable. There was also the date she had mentioned. Was there really a boyfriend or had it been an excuse she'd made up? She had smelled lonely to me.
Either way, thirty minutes would tell. If she was coming, she would be punctual. Teacher's lives revolved with the hands of their watches.
Since our meeting, I had arranged for tonight's dinner and I had been shopping. I had found an exquisite Florentine choker in 14 carat gold. I had taken it to a goldsmith had him replace the clasp with a combination tumbler and splice in a small clip ring. I commissioned him to make me a matching leash in gold as well. He had said a week was absolutely the soonest it might be done. That had sounded just about right to me.
I was on my second Manhattan when she walked in. Right on time too. I stood up and held her chair.
"You look stunning." I said, sincerely.
I was sincere. Her long blond hair was down now. It shimmered on her bare shoulders. She had chosen a black sheath of elegant simplicity. She wore no jewelry and her make up was light and perfectly applied. As she sat I got a hint of her perfume.
"What made you think I would show up after all?" she asked.
"After you ran out on me, I prayed, and just in case God was busy, I also made a deal with the devil."
"I have been thinking you are the devil." she laughed.
"Is that 'Sicily' you're wearing?"
"Now how would you know that? My Aunt sent it to me. I've looked for it and it is not very common."
"Before I retired, I owned an import/export business. Perfumes were among our items."
"You are young to be retired. I'm impressed."
"Life's a short go. Stopping to enjoy it was an easy choice. Would you like a drink or shall we go? I have great dinner reservations"
"I can pass the drink. Let's go."
There was no fuss about leaving her car there. I figured it would be safe enough over the weekend. I'd agreed to bring her back to it but I hadn't said when. She didn't 'ooh and ah' over my ride and that impressed me. She did ask where we were going.
"Let it be a surprise. I think you'll like it."
I parked in the garage and led her to the elevator. As we rode up, her curiosity was killing her but she remained silent. When the door opened to the foyer it was obvious that I had brought her to my apartment.
"I had no idea there was a restaurant up here." she said.
"It's new. Tonight is the grand opening."
I led her through the living room and out onto the terrace. The caterer had gotten everything right for once. The table was set on linen for two with globed candles. The uniformed waiter was holding her chair. The trio I had engaged was set up and playing as we walked out.
She went and leaned on the balustrade and let her eyes wander out over the lights. She stood there in silence for a long moment. I moved up behind her and rested my hands on those soft, bare shoulders.
"This joint seems kind of dead. We can find a livelier one if you like." I whispered in her ear.
"Alan, it's wonderful. You must be crazy! Why would you do all this? I almost talked myself out of meeting you."
"I told you, I made a deal with the devil. Come on, sit down. I've heard they serve a mean lobster thermador here."
The dinner was perfect all the way to the peches flambé . I was witty and charming and didn't bully her once. In return she told me all about her childhood, her favorite music, her pet peeves and never once touched on history. As we sat with a pair of orange liqueurs, the trio was playing 'Misty' and I asked her to dance.
She moved a little uncertainly at first but once she gave herself over to my lead it was smooth. I called for another bottle of wine and dismissed the help. While she sipped her glass and enjoyed the view, they picked up quietly and slipped out. Remembering her mentioning Edith Piaf over dinner, I put on 'La Vie En Rose' and we danced again. She was melting in my arms. Timing is everything with a woman.
"You'll stay." I said.
"Yes."
In the bedroom she let me undress her. I did it slowly, letting her know I was enjoying it. She stepped out of her pumps and held her hair up for me. I ran the zipper down her back and helped her step out of the sheath.
I walked her over in front of the full-length mirror and held her gaze through the glass as I unclasped her black lace bra and let it fall away. I her breasts were exactly as I had pictured them. I weighed their fullness as I massaged her nipples to erection. Still holding her eyes, I put my lips to her neck and inhaled her perfume. Her eyes closed then and she put her head back against me. I hooked my thumbs in her panties and kissed my way down her back as I sank to my knees and drew them off. I gave her bottom a tender bite and turned her to me. Her stance widened and she thrust her cunt forward. I buried my face in her and breathed in the smell of her desire. I ran my tongue inside her and she flooded it with nectar.
"The bed." she whispered, " I want your cock inside me."
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