Lawyers In Love - Part 3
The phone rang bout found and the caller ID was not the same number that she had
given. Was she really that dumb or did she just not care? "Hello." "Hi Jack,
this is Wendy, remember me?" "How could I forget/" The date was set for eight
at a place he knew where Caribbean music and tiki torches were the theme. He
had heard it was a fun place but he had not yet visited. The anticipation
welled up inside him as he readied himself for the date.
She turned off into his neighborhood. Directory assistance was such a useful
thing sometimes. They say that curiosity killed the cat, but then again she
wasn't a cat was she. She turned onto his street and started to read the house
numbers. There it was on the left. Nice house, not to huge or flashy. Nicely
kept lawn, but then again, he said he had only been in town for three weeks.
She could see stacks of boxes through the front window. No window coverings on
the upstairs windows. In her opinion, it definitely needed a woman's touch.
There was his car in the garage. Definitely the correct place. She sped up a
little as to not look obvious. She thought she'd take a walk downtown to kill a
little time before the date. She pointed her car back towards the highway.
He arrived fifteen minutes early at the restaurant. He had known exactly where
it was, but better safe than sorry. He could smell a sweet scent on the warm
evening breeze. To say he was nervous was an understatement. He was usually
calm and confident. That was with everyone but potential dates. He had never
considered himself gorgeous but when he was good looking but still always felt
awkward around the opposite sex if it was someone that he wasp pursuing. He
looked around him. The sun was just setting and the sky was magnificent hue of
magentas, blues and yellows. The evening was warm but comfortable. The outdoor
patio had steel drum band playing a bad rendition of Jimmy Buffet's
Margaritaville. Festive plants hung everywhere and tiki torches lined the
outskirts of the stone floor. The people seemed moderately dressed and the
servers wore tropical print shirts and khaki shorts and skirts. A waterfall
fountain bubbled merrily in the corner almost drowned out by the pinging of the
steel drums.
She arrived at five till eight. He spied her red Honda turning into the parking
lot. He quickly slid into the lobby so he wouldn't look too eager. A minute
later she was standing beside him. "Been waiting long?" she asked. "No, I just
got here a minute ago. You look great!" She looked wonderful, bare legged, in
sandals, a short white denim skirt and a light green blouse open at the neck.
She had just enough make up on to highlight her features, and her skin glowed in
the soft lighting of the lobby.
"On time" she thought "that's another gold star." He looked good. Clean shaven
and well groomed -- no dirt under the fingernails. A little trick she had
learned from her mother. If a man takes care of his nails it is a safe bet that
he has good hygiene. Upon closer inspection, she later thought she spotted a
manicure not too long ago. He wore a button down shirt and khaki slacks.
Loafers with no socks. No jewelry that she could see except for his watch. The
bulge in his right front pocket was either cigarettes or a cell phone. She
hoped for the later. She couldn't see herself dating a smoker.
They were seated getting the last table on the patio. This was a good thing,
but also bad as the volume of the bank kept conversation to a minimum. She
ordered a strawberry margarita and he got the house ale which the waiter talked
him into. Micro brews are very stylish these days. She could see him flinch
every time he took a sip and she finally suggested he order a regular beer and
he gratefully obliged. They sat and listened to the music and watched the
people gyrate on the small dance floor. The band was actually pretty good and
the people were fun to watch. There was always one in every crowd. This crowd
had a three hundred pound balding man probably in his mid forties that thought
he was John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. He wore a light weight shirt that
he looked like he was about to explode out of and loud plaid shorts. They
giggled and laughed watching him jerk and move. He finally got up the courage
to ask her to dance. He was never much of a dancer but the mood, music and
alcohol was talking over. They got on the dance floor and she didn't think he
was half bad. He thought that she was marvelous. Murphy's Law was in full
effect and the next song was a slow one. They started to go back to their table
when she grabbed his and said "why stop now." She led him back onto the dance
floor. He held her unsure of where to put his hands. He finally settled on
across her shoulder and the small of her back. He breathed in her perfume.
She felt the most relaxed she had felt in a very long time. Maybe it was the
margaritas. He somehow made her feel very comfortable and safe. It was like
she had known him for a lifetime. He moved gracefully on the dance floor as
they swayed back and forth to the beat. She could tell he was nervous, but that
was all right because she was too. Wendy took her cue from him and closed her
eyes and rested her head against his chest as he held her just a little tighter.
It seemed years since she had, had this kind of human contact. A touch, a
closeness, a warmth which enveloped her all over. She didn't want the moment to
end, but of course it did. The song ended and the band took a break. They
returned to their table and ordered a fresh round of drinks. Her palms felt
sweaty and she hoped he didn't notice her nervousness. He excused himself and
went to the restroom, and when he returned, she noticed that he slid his chair
little closer to her s he sat down.
Jack sat back and looked at her. He gazed deeply into her eyes. She looked
back at him, holding his gaze and he saw in eyes what she must have seen in his.
It was a mirrored reflection of a current so strong that it was almost physical.
Was he imagining it? Was he in love? He had never believed in the love at
first sight garbage. More like lust at first sight. Was he falling for her?
They had been together only three times fro a total of about tow hours. Only
tow of which she remembered. Was she pretty? Not like a fashion model or a
movie star. Unlike classic prettiness, hers wasn't predictable. Her features
were more interesting, constantly changing with her mood. Hers was the kind of
face that you could gaze at forever, or at least until you figured out what in
hell you just couldn't take your eyes of if her. He hadn't. It was
extraordinary, as unadorned as she was, she really was beautiful. She had
looked plain at first, but he had slowly realized that there was a great deal
more to her. Her features were beautiful, her eyes remarkable, her skin
exceptional, and putting it all together, it made someone very special. A faint
line of thought suddenly creased her smooth forehead, like a breeze ruffling the
undisturbed surface of a small pond. "Do you play darts?" she asked. "Sure,
but it's been a long time." "I know just the place, lets go." They finished
their drinks, he signed the credit card slip and they walked to the parking lot
hand in hand. He felt like a teenager going to the prom.
It had been decided that he would drive. That was fine with her. She was
already feeling the effects of the alcohol. She was also feeling a tingling
deep within her, a warm dampness between her legs. They chatted as he drove
holding hands on the center console. She impulsively pulled his hand over into
her lap. He looked at her a gave a slight smile. "He has a cute smile" she
thought. She like the way his face looked when he smiled. It gave him a more
sensuous look with little wrinkles by the corners of his eyes. They talked some
more as they drove. They had similar upbringings and values. She from New York
and he from Chicago. They were both lawyers. She had never thought that he was
an attorney. He just didn't look the part. Maybe a contractor or someone who
worked outdoors. She directed as he drove, pointing with her left hand where he
had to turn, separating their grasp. His had fell to her bare leg just above
her knee sending a shiver up her spine. They pulled into the parking area and
he got out, coming around to open her door for her. That was the third time and
she really like it. The bar was crowded and loud, a stark difference from the
relaxing setting they had just left. Smoke hung in the air and the floor was
sticky with the remnants of many spilled drinks. They drifted over to an open
dart board, ordered some drinks from the waitress, and started to play. Neither
of them were any good, and after a few rounds of drinks, hitting the dart board
at all was tougher for Wendy. They were having a wonderful time and it seemed
like they had known each other for much longer than a day. He had a plan. "Any
good a pool?" as he motioned over to the pool tables. "I'm awful, but I
couldn't do any worse than I am here" she whimpered her best whiny voice. "I
can teach you how, you'll be a pro in no time flat." He watched her uncross her
legs and get up. They walked hand in hand over to an unoccupied table and he
put some quarters in. They decided to share a pool cue. Jack got nothing on
the break which earned him a skeptical look. Her shot was a scratch and he made
a ball in on his next shot. "Let me show you" he said with an air of authority.
"I'm a really good teacher." "I can be a really bratty student" she said with a
mischievous grin. "Terrible in fact." He showed her how to hold the cue,
getting behind her and wrapping his arms around her and putting his hands on
hers. She made the shot and the ball went in, but he didn't let go. He turned
her around gently, looked into her eyes and hissed her. She returned the kiss
with vigor, her tongue darting out of her mouth and into his. They continued
the kiss for about a minute, finally breaking it off. "That was your reward for
making it in." "I thought that I was rewarding you for teaching me. Care to
teach me anything else?" she replied. They finished their game and finished the
evening making out in a corner table like tow teenagers in love. That's exactly
how they felt.
Last call was announced. "I don't want this date to end" Wendy sighed. "Who
says it has too" Jack replied stroking her cheek. She touched his hand and then
held it. "Where to then?" she asked. "Its a surprise" he said with a crooked
smile.
They made a stop before they were on their way to the unknown destination. He
walked out of the Walgreens with a bag in his hand. She had waited in the car
at his request, thinking of where the evening was going to take her. He had
gotten back into the car, pulled a sleep mask out of the bag and took it from
its package and told her that she was going to need to be blindfolded for the
next part of the date. She felt very vulnerable as they drove down the road to
where she didn't know where. She felt she could trust this man and she couldn't
explain why. She had noticed that he had slowed down drinking much earlier in
the evening, but she hadn't. She was having a good time and the alcohol has
loosened her up quite a bit. They talked as they drove, be he would give no
indication as to where they were headed. She held his hand tightly partly out
of nervousness, and partly because she needed the contact with him. The radio
played softly and he stroked her thumb with his. It seemed like they had been
driving for a long time. The whole situation was arousing her. Was it he or
the blindfold? Or both? She could feel the wetness growing between her legs
and she hoped that he couldn't smell her cent. She wanted to touch herself.
She wanted Jack to touch her. She wanted anyone to touch her! Her nipples were
hard as pebbles. She rubbed the back of his hand against her left breast,
stroking his knuckles over her swollen nipple, letting out a moan in the
process.
He was surprised by her, but he wasn't disappointed. He knew she was hot and
bothered. He could smell her excitement. The blindfold was doing its work of
turning her sensations inward. She dropped his hand and he continued to caress
her breast with his knuckles. The turning his hand over he kneaded her breast
with his hand. She put her head back and breathed heavily. He could see her
nipples sticking out through the fabric of her shirt. He gave her nipple a
light tweak ensuing another gasp. He reached up and ran his index finger behind
her ear and down her neck, then tracing the outline of her ear. He ran it down
her cheek and across her lips and eagerly sucked it into her mouth. He pulled
it out after she had sucked it for bit and grabbed her hand again. "we're here"
he said parking the car. "Don't touch the blindfold." "What are you doing to
me" she exclaimed. "I'm never like this!" "It looks like you are tonight" he
said as he got out of the car. "I'm coming around to get your door. No
peeking."
She heard a rustle of the plastic bag he had bought earlier, and she heard his
door open. She knew where she was as soon as she smelled the outside air. It
was thick with a salt and seaweed aroma. He came around and helped her out.
She could her the waves breaking on the shore. "Where are we." "At the beach
of course, seemed like a wonderful night to go to the beach." "I know we are at
the beach, I can hear the ocean, but which one?" He stood behind her wrapping
his arms around her and grabbing her hands and crossing them across her chest
like she was giving herself a hug. When she turned her head, he kissed her
softly at first, and then deeply. He pulled her tightly against him and she
could feel his erection in her back. He spun her around holding her arms down
at her sides. He kissed her some more and she rubber her body against him as
their tongues explored the insides of one another's mouths. She heard rustle as
he picked up the bag where he had dropped it. He led her slowly along and she
felt said under her feet. They were much closer to the water now and he told
her to wait while he left for a minute. He came back and took her hand and led
her closer to the water. He stopped her and removed the blindfold and saw a
blanket spread out on the sand with candles flicker all around it. She couldn't
believe it. He sat down and pulled her down next to him. They spent the next
half hour lounging around talking softly in between kissing and caressing one
another. She looked at him with an intense glaze. They her arm raised in a
graceful arc and pulled him down on top of her. They undressed each other
slowly, mouths and fingertips stopping when they cared too. For a long time
they lay in a cocoon of touching, exploring, sounds that weren't animal but not
quite words. His mouth on her nipple, his fingers grazing between her thighs,
his hands touching her wetness, her hips and body twisting to him. Warm skin,
thick clean hair against his face. Moments of suspended time, the absence of
haste, the banishment of their inhibitions and anything else that was present in
the daylight. Perhaps an hour passed before he was inside her. Even that felt
different. Especially that. Her stomach and hips rose, pressing against him as
if desperate to pull him inside, to touch as much shin with her shin as she
could. When they moved together it was without hesitation, subtle changes in
rhythm passing between them without words, suddenly faster, almost desperate,
until she shuddered violently as their mouths found each other and half of a cry
escaped from her throat as she pressed her hips tighter against his. Afterwards
neither spoke. It was as if their bodies had learned something that their minds
did not yet know. Neither wanted to spoil that. Neither wanted to say a thing.
They held each other close, both wrapped in the blanket. The dawn was
spectacular, early morning clouds streaking the sky in dark gray tufts, the sun
highlighting the underbelly an intense rose shade.
