The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off. -- Jean Cocteau
The nervous tension manifested itself in walking. Mike was trying to watch the TV but he had to get up every few minutes and walk over to the window and look out. Then he'd walk back to the bath to see nothing had changed. Then he'd walk over the closet. Finally, he'd be back trying to watch the TV, the images flickering across the screen unseen. He was waiting.
Mike had always loved the word tryst. When he was too young to even understand what it meant, he had used it in Hangman. It was great watching the other kids guess a, e, i, o, u and getting madder and madder because every word had to have a vowel. Now, he knew what it meant and he liked it even more. Tryst. Just the sound of the word in his mind was exciting. He was about to have a tryst.
He had met her several days before for a working lunch. She wanted some advice on a business problem and had called him. It sounded fairly simple so Mike suggested meeting for lunch. If it turned out to be complex he could set up a longer meeting the following week.
He arrived on time. In the waiting area he saw an attractive woman sitting. She stood as he entered and extended her hand, "Cammie."
"Mike. I'm pleased to meet you." 'Wow,' he thought. She was beautiful. She was wearing a long clinging skirt and a sweater which highlighted her slender build. She was petite but the skirt and sweater served to create a feeling of soaring lines and made her appear taller. "Let's have lunch," he suggested motioning toward the hostess station.
"Sounds good," she said, smiling at him.
He followed her into the restaurant not even noticing the hostess. She had magnetized his eyes. Her walk was elegant rather than sexy, understated but definitely feminine. Combined with the understated and tasteful dress it heightened her allure. He could see the sexy woman just under the surface. It had the same effect as a slightly revealed décolletage. It made him want to leap forward and tear off the coverings and reveal the real woman underneath.
They were seated at an intimate booth. Small talk followed. It gave him a chance to really look at her. She looked to be about twenty-five. Medium length black hair worn straight. A round face with faintly almond eyes marked her with Asian genes. But the skin marked her with European genes as well. That made sense he thought. He had a niece and nephew who were half Asian and European. For some reason the blend of European and Asian genes seemed to bring out the best in both sides. He had come to love that combination. It was almost a passion. And before him was an apotheosis. An ideal beauty with all the parts in harmony. He had fallen, hard and fast, for her.
The rest of the lunch was pleasant. He made some suggestions and offered a few solutions which would work for her. About half way through lunch she mentioned her daughter.
"You have a daughter?" he asked somewhat incredulously.
She laughed. "I have three kids. My daughter is twelve."
He sat back thinking that wasn't possible. She would have to have been thirteen when she got pregnant. "I don't believe you."
She smiled and said lightheartedly, "If you want I could take off my clothes and prove it."
Mike paused, his mind leaping at the suggestion before rationality reasserted itself. It was a jest he reminded himself. "I'm still not sure I believe you. You don't look like you could have a twelve-year-old daughter."
"Good genes," she answered.
The lunch returned to business. As they were wrapping up he offered some more help if needed hoping it would give him another chance to see her. She politely declined. It made sense. It really should be simple. 'Too bad,' Mike thought.
Mike walked her out of the restaurant and to her car. He wished there was some way to say what he was feeling but it didn't come to him. A handshake and she was gone.
She was in his dreams that night. He awoke, the dream lingering into his waking consciousness. 'Cammie,' he said to himself, 'I wish I could take you up on that offer.'
Images of her flashed in his mind at the oddest times; driving to the store, reading the newspaper, working on the computer. She had permeated his thoughts. One time he saw her face smiling at him. The next time he was again following her watching her body move under her clothes. The next time he recalled the one touch of her shoulder and the electricity of that single touch.
For two days he was distracted by images of her. He knew he had to do something. He picked up the phone and called. "Hi Cammie. This is Mike."
Pause. "Oh Hi. I wasn't expecting you to call," she answered.
"I know. The reason I called is, well, I've been thinking about you. Probably more than I should admit to."
He heard a faint laugh. "Mike, that is a very original pick up line."
"No, no," he said. "It's not a pick up line." He paused. "I mean, I didn't mean it as a pick up line." Then he laughed. "Tell you what. If it works, it's a pick up line. How about that?"
He heard her laugh on the other end. "I think that's fair. I probably shouldn't admit this either but I've been thinking about you as well."
"Could we meet?" he asked.
She paused. "Yes. But it would have to be someplace private. Just the two of us."
He felt butterflies in his stomach. Was she suggesting what he thought she was? "I could get a room?"
"That would be perfect," she answered. "How about tomorrow afternoon? My calendar is open."
"That sounds wonderful. I'll call you tomorrow."
"I'll be looking forward to it. I did promise to prove it to you, didn't I?" she said lightly.
Her teasing did exactly what she wanted. Those words seemed to burn up the telephone line between them as Mike tried to visualize Cammie without her clothes. "Yes, you did. Tomorrow."
Now he was waiting for her. A knock. He scrambled to turn off the TV and answer the door. He opened the door and stepped back. Cammie was in a stunning dress, elegant and yet understated. Once again the dress, without clinging, molded itself to her, highlighting her feminine shape. This dress was cut lower and drew his eyes to her cleavage. She looked at his face, smiled at his obvious staring and then entered.
"I'm so glad you came," he said. "I admit I was worried that you wouldn't."
She smiled up at him standing quite close. Her dark eyes glinted with mischief. "Oh no. I promised to prove it to you and I'm going to." She moved closer until her head was just inches from his. "What is the best way for me to prove that I've had kids?" She laid her hand on his chest. "I suppose we could pretend we are trying and I could prove I know how."
He was almost overwhelmed by her presence, the faint smell of her perfume, the look in her eyes which seemed full of invitation, her hand gently touching him. He leaned forward until their lips touched. His lips sought hers. The kiss stretched out becoming more passionate until there were devouring each other with their lips. He pulled her body to his. She wrapped him in her arms. She felt so good pressed against him. She felt so small and fragile in his arms. He imagined he could lift her with one hand.
Her hands dropped to his belt and began working to loosen it. He broke the kiss and started to throw off his tie and shirt as she worked at his belt. Quickly his clothes were piled on a handy chair and he stood before her with his erection pointing at her, indicting her as the source of it's strength. She smiled.
"Your turn," he said. She started to unbutton the dress as he knelt before her. She was wearing boots that he unzipped. She stepped out of them while throwing her dress on the growing pile of clothes. Next her slip and panties followed. He was level with the lush triangle of her womanhood. Mike leaned forward and kissed her at the apex. She parted her legs as he ran his tongue lower and found the part in her labia. When his tongue grazed her clitoris she moaned and put her hands on his shoulders "Let's get in bed."
They crawled onto the large bed. Mike began kissing and nipping at her neck before moving over her shoulders and then down to her breasts. He licked around her breasts before lapping at her nipple. It hardened under his tongue. Mike took it between his lips and sucked while flicking it with his tongue. He moved over and did the same to the other nipple. Cammie was breathing through her mouth and gently purring. Mike lavished his love on her breasts, twirling, playing and stroking with one nipple while he kissed and licked the other.
Mike started kissing across her belly. He moved between her legs and parted them as he kissed down around her pubic triangle. He could smell her arousal. Mike lifted her thighs and moved until his face was lined up with her pussy. His tongue slid up along her labia before parting them and sliding into her. Cammie moaned and wrapped her legs around his head. He attacked her pussy with his lips and tongue. She bucked against his face grinding her pussy into his face. He sucked her clitoris while massaging it with his lips fucking her with his mouth.
Pushing his head away Cammie moaned, "I want you. Please."
Mike smiled and moved up toward her. She rolled over to the side of the bed and reached down for her purse. He wondered what she was doing until he saw her roll back with a small silver packet. She tore it open and slid the condom over his erect cock. Lying back, she said, "Fuck me," in a sultry tone.
He moved between her legs and lined up with her pussy. He kissed her as he slid his cock along her pussy wetting it with her arousal. He found her opening and slid into her. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced. He slid deeply into her until his body met hers completely. Mike began a small circular motion and then extended it to an in and out movement. Cammie wrapped her arms around his neck as he fucked her deeply. Mike started the rhythm of ten deep and ten shallow strokes. The shallow strokes teasing her and the deep building up the tension inside her. Cammie reached down and grabbed his ass and began pulling him deeper and faster.
Earlier Mike had thought her fragile because of her petiteness. Now he realized that she was a full-blooded woman. She moved under him with surprising strength. He was no longer worried that she would break like a doll. Mike followed her lead and their bodies mashed together. A blush crept across her chest and she began a low moan that built in intensity. Mike felt his own climax building as his balls tingled in anticipation. Her fingers dug into his ass cheeks as his cock bathed in the heat of her climax. He felt his cock lurch and he pounded into her as spasm after spasm wracked his body.
Mike slowed then stopped. Cammie was still moving under him her eyes closed and satiation written on her face. When she stopped he pulled her over to her side and lay next to her still buried deep in her body. She opened her eyes and ran her tongue over her lips. "Hmmm. Thank you."
"My pleasure, I assure you," Mike answered.
They lay together quietly, touching each other gently and occasionally kissing. Mike floated along in a contented haze, her hand and her legs draped over his body keeping him aware of her. Eventually he slipped from her.
"Oh. I lost you."
"You can have me again if you'd like. But you'll need to give me time to recover. You have drained me," Mike said. She smiled and pulled him to her for a gentle kiss.
Finally Cammie rolled away. She raised up on her arms. "Thank you Mike. That was wonderful." She bent down and kissed him. She hopped up from the bed and went to the bath. She returned a few minutes later, her hair combed and make up adjusted. Mike watched as she pulled on her clothes.
When she was dressed she came over to the bed. "I have to go."
"So soon?" Mike asked. "I'm confused."
"Confused by what?" she asked.
"Well, I mean, um, it just isn't like most women to be so forward, shall I say," he said.
Cammie laughed, "You mean I didn't make you take me out to dinner, bring me flowers and candy before I bedded you?" Mike nodded. "It's just that I'm honest," she said smiling. "Mike, there are three reasons to have sex. One, to get pregnant and I have three kids already. Two, to have fun. Three, to gain something from your partner. That last reason is the reasoning of a prostitute. It is also what many American women think. I just believe in sex for fun without feeling guilty or that I'm a slut."
"Will I see you again?" he asked.
"I think I should leave you uncertain. A woman still needs to have her fair advantage," she said smiling. "Even if she is easy."
Mike sat up on the edge of the bed and started to protest. Cammie shut him up by leaning down and kissing him once before walking to the door. "Maybe you should call me next week. If you want to." She went out.
Mike looked at the door for awhile and fell back on the bed. 'My God,' he thought. 'I just made love with my ideal woman. And it was incredible too.' His mind was already thinking about next week and how he could get this mystery woman to open herself to him. He'd bring champagne and truffles. Something from Victoria's Secret perhaps. He could guess her size especially now that he had held her in his arms and seen her in her glory.
Then he laughed out loud. Wait a minute. Wasn't he thinking along those same old lines of buying her sexual favors? Mike shook his head. He lay on the bed creating so many possible futures that all flowed from a single meeting that led to a single bed. 'Which one would be the true future?' he wondered. Only time would tell.
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