her in ways that would shock her to her
core, and making her scream my name so loud, she'd shatter
glass.
I went into my
bathroom for a quick freshen up and dabbed some of my favorite
cologne at my neck. Then I changed, getting dressed in a white
shirt with pin-tucked front and deep double cuffs. I chose my
favorite silver gray satin waistcoat and extra smart fitted
charcoal pants. My damp hair received a smoothing over with my
fingertips as I surveyed myself in my bedroom mirror. I picked up
my Rolex from where it lay on the dresser and I placed it over my
hand and clipped it at the wrist. Next to my Jaguar, it was my
favorite possession. Subtly diamond studded and oozing class. Then
I picked up and inserted my much loved black and silver cufflinks
into my cuffs.
Once my shoes
were on, I stood back and took a final look at myself in the
bedroom mirror
Not bad for a
five minute spruce up.
I was modern
and classic. And not too ostentatious. From my brief observation, I
didn't think Amanda was particularly impressed with affluence. But
hopefully she would be impressed with my efforts.
With a wicked
grin at myself I left my bedroom and returned to the study along
the upper hallway.
I opened the
door and stepped inside. But what I saw beyond my study door,
stopped me in my tracks.
She'd removed
her jacket, and her filmy, sleeveless, ivory blouse was on full
display. I could hardly drag my eyes away from her body. The subtle
hint of lace underwear was visible through her blouse, as it rested
in a silky sheen against her full, rounded breasts. In addition
she'd removed her shoes and her legs were tucked up on the large
leather chair beneath her. The knee length skirt she was wearing
had ridden up a few inches exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her
flawless, smooth and pale thigh. Her painted toenails made a
beautiful sight, a succulent and suckable treat, as her feet hung
over the side edge of the black leather seat. She was wiggling them
rhythmically, hypnotizing me for a moment.
My mouth
watered. I was starving, all my appetites were consuming me.
“ Sorry
about the delay, I had to freshen up. I'm pleased to see you've
made yourself more comfortable,” I said as I approached her, coming
to a halt in front of her chair. Not only had she made herself very
comfortable, she'd sprayed herself with a generous dose of
delicious perfume. It aroused my sense of smell like a tidal wave
of nasal ambrosia. And she'd rearranged her hair in a low,
side-swept ponytail which lay seductively over her shoulder, her
curls flowing down to her waist. Freshly applied lip-gloss
shimmered on her lips adding further to their allure, not that they
needed any enhancement. That might be a step too far. How could you
add gloss to perfection?
I saw her eyes
widen and sweep up and down me, taking in my somewhat improved
appearance, and registering considerable approval, although she
made no mention of it.
“ It was a
little stuffy in here.”
“ You
should have turned up the air conditioning if you were too hot.” I
cocked my thumb, indicating the panel on the wall.
“ Not a
problem, it was nice to take my jacket and shoes off and relax in
the warmth.”
“ We've
five minutes until dinner is served, but usually Bertrand allows an
extra ten. Shall we go downstairs and wait in the living
room?”
“ Yes
please. I think I've seen enough of your study today.” She stood up
and smiled at me, tilting her face upwards. She placed her hand on
my arm, steadying herself as she slipped her feet back into her
shoes. I felt the warmth of her touch as if she'd kissed my bare
arm and I swallowed back my reaction, taking a deep breath. “Right,
I'm ready when you are,” she announced.
I led her down
the stairs to the living room, far more attuned to her presence
than I was before. Every cell in my body was tuned in, wanting and
wanting...
She sat on the
sofa, her legs crossed demurely.
“ Amanda,
can I make a proposal?”
“ If it's
a decent one,
core, and making her scream my name so loud, she'd shatter
glass.
I went into my
bathroom for a quick freshen up and dabbed some of my favorite
cologne at my neck. Then I changed, getting dressed in a white
shirt with pin-tucked front and deep double cuffs. I chose my
favorite silver gray satin waistcoat and extra smart fitted
charcoal pants. My damp hair received a smoothing over with my
fingertips as I surveyed myself in my bedroom mirror. I picked up
my Rolex from where it lay on the dresser and I placed it over my
hand and clipped it at the wrist. Next to my Jaguar, it was my
favorite possession. Subtly diamond studded and oozing class. Then
I picked up and inserted my much loved black and silver cufflinks
into my cuffs.
Once my shoes
were on, I stood back and took a final look at myself in the
bedroom mirror
Not bad for a
five minute spruce up.
I was modern
and classic. And not too ostentatious. From my brief observation, I
didn't think Amanda was particularly impressed with affluence. But
hopefully she would be impressed with my efforts.
With a wicked
grin at myself I left my bedroom and returned to the study along
the upper hallway.
I opened the
door and stepped inside. But what I saw beyond my study door,
stopped me in my tracks.
She'd removed
her jacket, and her filmy, sleeveless, ivory blouse was on full
display. I could hardly drag my eyes away from her body. The subtle
hint of lace underwear was visible through her blouse, as it rested
in a silky sheen against her full, rounded breasts. In addition
she'd removed her shoes and her legs were tucked up on the large
leather chair beneath her. The knee length skirt she was wearing
had ridden up a few inches exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her
flawless, smooth and pale thigh. Her painted toenails made a
beautiful sight, a succulent and suckable treat, as her feet hung
over the side edge of the black leather seat. She was wiggling them
rhythmically, hypnotizing me for a moment.
My mouth
watered. I was starving, all my appetites were consuming me.
“ Sorry
about the delay, I had to freshen up. I'm pleased to see you've
made yourself more comfortable,” I said as I approached her, coming
to a halt in front of her chair. Not only had she made herself very
comfortable, she'd sprayed herself with a generous dose of
delicious perfume. It aroused my sense of smell like a tidal wave
of nasal ambrosia. And she'd rearranged her hair in a low,
side-swept ponytail which lay seductively over her shoulder, her
curls flowing down to her waist. Freshly applied lip-gloss
shimmered on her lips adding further to their allure, not that they
needed any enhancement. That might be a step too far. How could you
add gloss to perfection?
I saw her eyes
widen and sweep up and down me, taking in my somewhat improved
appearance, and registering considerable approval, although she
made no mention of it.
“ It was a
little stuffy in here.”
“ You
should have turned up the air conditioning if you were too hot.” I
cocked my thumb, indicating the panel on the wall.
“ Not a
problem, it was nice to take my jacket and shoes off and relax in
the warmth.”
“ We've
five minutes until dinner is served, but usually Bertrand allows an
extra ten. Shall we go downstairs and wait in the living
room?”
“ Yes
please. I think I've seen enough of your study today.” She stood up
and smiled at me, tilting her face upwards. She placed her hand on
my arm, steadying herself as she slipped her feet back into her
shoes. I felt the warmth of her touch as if she'd kissed my bare
arm and I swallowed back my reaction, taking a deep breath. “Right,
I'm ready when you are,” she announced.
I led her down
the stairs to the living room, far more attuned to her presence
than I was before. Every cell in my body was tuned in, wanting and
wanting...
She sat on the
sofa, her legs crossed demurely.
“ Amanda,
can I make a proposal?”
“ If it's
a decent one,
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