Rendezvous-Chapter 5

This contains strong graphic sexual content.

Chapter 5

Violet was in her office on the first floor of her three story townhome getting some work done when she heard the doorbell. Who’s that, she wondered as she headed to the door she looked through the side window and saw Nedra standing there.

“Hey, girl,” Nedra said as she opened the door.

“Hey.” Nedra stepped in and took off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack by the door. “What you up to?”

“Just getting some work done, but I’m almost through with that. What are you doing here?”

“Well, the hubby took the boys and I’m taking the opportunity to get out of the house and go shopping for something to wear to the dinner party tonight. You want to come? We can head over toMayview Square.” Nedra said, rubbing her hands together sinisterly. She knew Violet had a thing for shopping, especially at Mayview Square.

“You got a partner. Let me go upstairs and change; I’ve been lounging and look like it.”

“You look fine,” Nedra told her.

Violet looked down at her tattered jeans and t-shirt. “You’ve been married too long. We can’t all just let ourselves go.” She laughed as she and Nedra went up the stairs.

Roaming through the mall, Nedra and Violet shopped and talked about what was happening in each of their lives.

“Well, I have this freelance shoot for a local wine magazine,” Nedra said. “It sounds like it’s going to be fun. I’ll be going out to Woodinville taking some photos and going out toMt.Vernon also for a shoot.”

“You are really busy aren’t you? I’m so happy, Nedra, that things are going well for the photography business. How are my godsons Kenny and Kyle doing?”

“Girl, they’re fine playing in little league baseball. I cannot get Damien to see that those kids need some time off from sports.” Nedra complained.

“Well, the man is a coach, what do you expect?”

As they looked through the racks at Nordstrom Nedra asked about Paul, “So how are things with you and Paul?” She smiled and giggled.

Violet looked away thinking of her handsome ‘friend’. “They’re good, really good. I’m just so shocked Nedra.”

“Shocked about what?”

“That he’s still interested. That he’s still pursuing me.”

“Why wouldn’t he be? Wait a second Violet, you have got to know you are a beautiful, smart, dynamic black woman and any man with any sense would be more than lucky to have you look his way!”

Violet blushed a little. She was just so grateful for Nedra; she always made her feel special. “Thank you, sweetie. You know, I think I’m coming to a decision on whether or not to date him.”

“Well, what’s the verdict, counselor?”

She laughed at Nedra’s use of legalese, “I think the verdict is going to be, yes.”

Nedra started to jump up and down, clapping her hands and wiggling her hips.

“Nedra, please! You just didn’t win the lotto!”

“Yes, but you did: the man lotto. I am so happy for you! The boy deserves a chance; you’ve had him hanging on for long enough.”

“Well, part of that was because of you,” Violet stated as Nedra made her whatever face. “Since I’m going to say to him we’ll be seeing each other exclusively and dating and all that, I think there will be another yes tonight.”

Nedra looked at her to the side with cat that ate the canary grin “Ooohhh, somebody’s going to be bad tonight!”

“Yeah, and that somebody is me!” Violet threw her head back and laughed deeply. “I am nervous as all get out, Nedra. You know the last time I had sex was almost 2 years ago. This man is fine and looks like he knows his way around a bedroom. If any of the moments I’ve spent with him heavy petting say anything, he’s drawing the map for the bedroom. He’s good Nedra. I haven’t forgotten that forbidden time in the Borders bathroom; he brought new meaning to the word ecstasy.”

“Well, you’re no slouch, are you? I know you remember how it goes; it hasn’t been that long and you don’t get sex amnesia. Once you get those clothes off, it will come back to you in detail, I would guess. I mean, haven’t you been practicing a little with him while you guys heavy pet.”

They both laugh, “Yes, we get some practice in but we’ve been doing a really good job of keeping clothes on, not exactly our hands over the clothing but at least on. Do you think I need some lingerie or something sexy to wear?” Violet asked.

“Well, if he’s anything like Damien he’ll just be saying ‘yeah, that’s nice, now take it off’“

“Oh, maybe that was TMI,” said Violet. “Too much information.”

“Anyway, you know I’ve told you more than that. Why don’t we stop by the lingerie department and see what we can find that will heat Mr. Paul up? And I want details!”

Violet looked at Nedra like she was insane.

“Don’t look at me like that. I want details; blow by effing blow, heifer!”

They walked out of the women’s department to lingerie, laughing like two schoolgirls.


Violet was frantic. Since she was planning on telling Paul she had decided to be in an exclusive girlfriend/boyfriend relationship and intending to have sex with him tonight, she wanted to look perfect for this evening. She’d taken out several outfits and had tried them on to no avail. She wasn’t satisfied. She checked the clock: it was 6:10 pm, she had to get going. Luckily she’d already done her hair and make up the clothes were the final piece of the puzzle. She pulled back some items in her closet to reveal a bright red wrap dress she’d bought a few months ago but had never worn. It was some kind of clingy fabric with a deep v-neck and skirt that swung around her thighs. Well, she thought it looked good when she tried it on in the store, let’s see if I can handle it tonight. She put it on and decided she did look really good in the dress. Everything was where it was supposed to be and she’d bought a black lace bra and matching black lace thong that went well under this sexy dress. Her breasts were at attention and looking gorgeous and, well, her butt as usual was any man’s dream, she thought: nice, high and round. She pulled out a pair of black strappy Manolo Blahnik sandals that looked perfect with the outfit and a black wrap.

She heard the doorbell ring. She looked at her self in the mirror and said, “Violet, this is your night. Your man and you better enjoy it.” She picked up her purse and headed downstairs.

She walked down the steps to the front door. She could see Paul’s head through the windows at the top of the door. She opened it and almost fell dead. When does this man ever stop looking devastatingly sexy and handsome? Paul was wearing a pair of black slacks, a black fitted turtleneck sweater with a light charcoal gray jacket over it and black Italian loafers. He looked good in black.

Paul looked at her in that red dress and thought ‘wow’. He wanted to peel it right off of her and take her standing in the doorway. She was pure enticing sex and he wanted some of it, right now.

“Hi Paul,” she said, smiling up at him.

“Hello Violet, you look amazing,” he complimented her.

Violet still wasn’t used to compliments from him so she looked down and said, “thank you, you don’t look bad yourself. I really like your sweater.”

“Thanks. It’s cashmere. You can touch if you want.” He said teasingly.

“That’s okay,” she said, but she did want to touch it and touch him without it on. She was dying to touch him without any clothes on.

He leaned over and kissed her on the lips gently. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah. Did you get a chance to map out Pam’s address?”

“Oh that’s okay, I have a navigator in the car and I programmed it in so we should be fine.”

“Oh.” Violet turned and locked her door and Paul looked down at her luscious rump encased in that red slip of nothing. He thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but the gentlemen in him was calling him to be respectful.

She turned and he took her hand as they walked to the car.

“Oh wow, you brought out the Fastback” she said excitedly.

“Yeah, I brought out the Fastback. I relish any chance I can get to drive it. Would you like to drive it?”

“Are you joking? Don’t play with me like that, Paul.”

He laughed, “No I’m not joking, you can drive it. You have as much respect for this automobile as I do so I trust you.” He handed her the keys.

If Violet hadn’t been in those spike heeled sandals she would have jumped up down and done cartwheels on the sidewalk.

She eased in behind the wheel as Paul got in on the passenger’s side and leaned back. Violet noticed he seemed awfully relaxed for a man who was about to put his prized automobile in the hands of woman he didn’t know especially well, although they had been getting to know each other. She turned and looked at him for a moment. “Are you sure about this?” she asked again.

“Yes, Violet, I am 100 percent sure. I know you know how to drive a sensitive sports car and I trust you behind the wheel of my automobile.”

“I’m glad you do, because I wouldn’t trust anyone to drive my Corvette.”

He leaned over the center console and said, “Well, maybe someday as we get closer, you’ll trust me to drive it.” Then he put his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a warm, passionate kiss.

Violet let her hands roam up his sturdy arms to grasp him tightly and allowed her tongue to dance in his mouth. He kissed her with a smooth abandon, his arms coming down to take her and draw her closer, he felt her lips soft against his and her tongue swirling within the cavern of his mouth. She was kissing him like a woman on the verge of starving for his kisses he had been thinking about this all day but was surprised that this lustful display was happening so soon, he’d been planning on wooing her later when they got back to his house. He didn’t want to stop but he knew if they didn’t they would be late for Pam’s dinner party or not make it at all. He let his hands glide down her arms to her hands and held them and decreased the pressure of his mouth on hers. As he pulled back so they situated themselves in the seats to get ready to actually leave his eyes opened and he saw a look of wholesale passion on her face. He hadn’t been sure about whether she would give their possible relationship a chance but in her face he saw it: the hope to be loved by him, the hope to be happy, and he wanted to make sure he didn’t ever let her down.

She opened her beautiful, soulful brown eyes and looked at him and said, “Let’s get over to Pam’s, sweetheart.”

Paul smiled. That was her first time using a term of endearment for him. He liked it and he liked having a new girlfriend.


As usual, Pam’s house was the liveliest place on her block even with eight people. Pam lived in a 60’s style, brick ranch with rows of windows on the back that looked out ontoLake Washington. Her dining room and living room area sat at the back of the house by the windows with the view of the lake. In the background, Brazilian samba was playing and they were relaxing and enjoying a dinner of Asian and Argentine fusion, the majority prepared by Alejandro. He was the most wonderful cook in the world and Pam’s absolute heart but she didn’t always show it. Alejandro was 6 ft tall, black curly hair cut short, a muscular body and hairy as the sasquatch. Tonight he had on sandals, khaki pants and some kind of shirt in light blue that looked native to Argentina. Pam was wearing a black cocktail dress with a fringe on the bottom. She did have on pair of low black mules but those had been tossed to the side for bare feet about half way through dinner. They were a cute couple but the fights they had were the best: two passionate people (one was a lawyer) and a disagreement, it was great to watch. Once Violet had to leave a bar they were arguing so loud, they soon were tossed out themselves for being too rowdy.

Nedra and Damien were in love even after 10 years of marriage and 7 year old twin boys. They sat at the table hugged up closely as the conversation kicked into high gear. Damien was bald as a cue ball with huge dimples and had skin the color of butterscotch. He was very handsome and Violet had envied the love shared between him and her best friend when they first married but now she was just happy that they were so happy. Damien treated Nedra like a queen. He’d just bought her a new car for her birthday and not a mini-van either, a Lexus. They looked wonderful this evening. Nedra had found a pair of wide leg white linen pants with a matching white linen chemise. She and Damien had decided to at least match in color because he was wearing a pair of white jeans, white t-shirt and white jean jacket. It was almost too sickening for Violet to look at she giggled to herself.

Leonard had shown up with someone new guy named Oleg who looked Arabic. He was lot taller, thinner, better looking and younger than Leonard. Leonard was such a sugar daddy, but he looked good. He was an immaculate dresser when it came to times like these: three piece slate gray suit, hot pink shirt and a pink and yellow bow tie. You had to admire Leonard’s mode of dress. Oleg was just in black skinny jeans, one of those multi-colored button down shirts and some black dress shoes.

Everyone was having a rousing and wonderful time, food was being eaten slowly but surely and it was delicious. Pam and Alejandro were telling wonderful stories of their trip toArgentinato meet his parents, who had not been fans ofArgentina’s President Fujimora or Pam, since she was Japanese too. The wine was flowing, they were on their fifth bottle and the laughter was getting raucous. Paul had decided to forgo drinking for the evening because of the way Violet felt about drunk driving.

“Oh Paul, you’re a newcomer here, so you have to get used to us.” Pam told him sympathetically.

“It’s okay, I think I’m already used to you guys,” he reassured her.

“As I was saying, my mother was eyeing Pam the whole meal and Pam doesn’t speak Spanish so I could hear my mother and my sister Bianca talking in the kitchen. I was terrified because it wasn’t nice at all.” Alejandro said laughing.

“Yeah, later Alejandro told me they were calling me names, saying my butt was flat and I looked pasty. I was horrified.”

“The worst part is my father kept laughing at the things they said, he couldn’t stop laughing. I was so upset. I was going to break down and say something but Pam did it first.” Everyone looked at Pam. They all knew she had a big mouth and didn’t hold her tongue for anyone.

“Oh no, Pam please don’t tell me you told this man’s mama off?” Nedra said in a pleading tone. She and Damien were leaning over laughing on each other.

“You damn right I did! I know I should respect her because she’s his mother and elderly, but I was not receiving any respect so none was going to be given,” Pam rolled her eyes.

Violet started to laugh to herself. “Well what happened, how’d it go down Pam?” Violet asked.

“It went like this. I told her she could kiss my flat pasty ass.”

The table erupted in laughter. Alejandro was shaking his head. “Guys it was terrible, my mama let out a stream of curses I hadn’t heard since I’d almost burned our house down as a child. It was awful. I was trying to make them stop. My mama was screaming, Bianca was screaming, and Pam was screaming. It was a shriek fest. My papa was laughing so hard, he fell completely out of his seat and almost injured his back.”

The laughter just continued, it wasn’t exactly funny that Alejandro’s father almost injured himself but Violet, Nedra, Leonard and Damien could see Pam totally going off on Alejandro’s mother.

“Oh my goodness, Pam, that woman could have cost you your babee!” Leonard chastised her.

Pam leaned over the table and kissed Alejandro on the lips and told Leonard, “But she didn’t.”

“You go Pam, go head our geisha flower.” Leonard giggled.

“My mama got over it,” Alejandro told them. “Actually a little after that the two of them started talking on the phone and became friends. She talks to my mama more than I do.”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” Paul chimed in.

“It is, isn’t it? That was a really eventful first meeting with mama and papa Quintero.” Pam looked over at Paul. “So Paul, how do you think it’s going to be when my girl, Violet, meets your parents?”

Leonard and Oleg laughed with each other. Nedra had to giggle too, Violet hated being put on the spot and no one did it as well as Pam.

“Pam, I am not meeting Paul’s parents anytime soon so back up.” She warned.

Paul turned to look at her. “Well, that may not be true. Who knows? You may be meeting them before you know it.”

Violet’s eyes widened and a round of ohs and ahs were heard around the dining room table. Violet ducked her head, Paul was very up front about his feelings for her and sometimes it caught her off guard.

“I think my mom and dad would love Violet. Who wouldn’t love her?” Paul said while looking her directly in the eyes. She was fully engrossed in that look and he smiled at her.

“You are right, Mr. Paul my boss is all that and a bag of chips. You better know it.” Leonard said as he looked at Paul looking at Violet. And it looked like Paul did. “You two are so cute, aren’t they?” Leonard asked the table.

Pam and Nedra nodded in agreement. While Violet was looking into Paul’s spectacular sea green pools called eyes, he leaned over and kissed her neck then slid his lips up her to ear and whispered, “Tonight I’m going make every nerve in your body explode.”

Violet sucked in a deep breath. She knew that he meant what he just said and she wanted to know how.


“So would like to go your place or mine?” Paul asked as they drove across the 1-90 floating bridge.

“Hmm?” Violet was a little distracted about the thought of moving her relationship into full-on physical contact with Paul, not just the messing around stage anymore.

“Your place or mine, Violet?” he said glancing over at her. He thought she looked a little pensive. “Are you okay, love?” he asked because he didn’t want to push her into anything she would be uncomfortable with.

“I’m fine, Paul. Your place would be fine, it’s a little closer.”

“Now, if you want to go to yours, that’s okay. You may feel more comfortable that way.”

“I’m comfortable with your house. I’ve seen your bedroom before,” she said, looking at him sideways. She turned in her seat and placed her hand over his on the gearshift.

“We may not make it to the bedroom, the way I’m feeling,” he told her in all honesty.

“Oh, well this is going to be eventful,” she turned to look out the window again. She was really starting to feel a little apprehensive.

He felt her hand leave his and he knew she was nervous “Violet, please don’t get nervous. I assure you that I am not going to go anywhere or do anything you don’t want me to.”

“Well, Paul the fact is we’ve already been to a couple of places early on in our acquaintance that we probably shouldn’t have visited.” Violet told him. She was still a little embarrassed by her performance at the bookstore but she couldn’t do anything about it now.

Paul put his hand on her shoulder for a moment and massaged it. “Oh listen honey, I never thought anything bad about you after that. You know that. All I ever thought was that you had the sweetest snatch I’d ever tasted and I wanted some more.”

She turned to look at him he had this devilish grin on his handsome face. “You are bad. You know that?”

“I do and I’m going to be really bad with you tonight. So, don’t worry love, Mr. Dudley has it all under control,” he told her confidently.

Violet turned back towards him and smiled. She knew this would be wonderful with him and she thought maybe she was falling in love.


He parked the Fastback in the driveway and covered it with a car tarp. Violet watched as his long lean body stretched across the car to cover it. He had the most wonderful body she’d ever seen. She’d never really seen him fully undressed, she’d only felt the hard planes and muscular refinement of this beautiful specimen of man with her hands. He was fine. She wondered, as she watched him in almost awe, what he’d look like totally naked. As she was standing on his walkway staring at him from afar, Paul turned and caught the look on her face. He thought she looked gorgeous, the way she did when they snuck off to the bathroom. She looked…ready, he thought.

“Violet,” he said to her as he walked across the drive to the walkway, “you ready to get inside? It’s getting a little chilly out here.”

“Wait,” she told him as he stepped in front of her. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily and deeply. She stepped back from him letting her hands slide down his arm, gripping him tightly. He looked at her as if he’d just seen her, his eyes drinking in her face and it’s detail for the first time under the streetlights. “Now we can go in,” she told him and led Paul up his steps to his door.

Paul almost felt like a 16 year old about to get his first piece. He was nervous now. He fumbled for a minute with the keys trying to get his door unlocked. “Crap,“ he said to himself, “these damn keys. What’s their issue tonight?” he sighed. Finally through a mad stroke of genius he put the key in the lock and opened his door. He stepped to the side so Violet could enter. “This way, darling,” he told her in a low throaty tone as he ushered her in.

Violet smiled and stepped into his foyer once again. She’d been to his home many times and was relatively used to it, as much as she was him, but tonight felt different. There was electricity in the air all around her and she very sensitive to things, the breeze as the door closed, the smell of leather from his furniture and the faint scent of his cologne in the hallway. He pulled up behind Violet and hugged her to him as he set his face in her neck and sniffed her.

“You smell spectacular,” he said. He really did think so, like gardenia, it was intoxicating.

“Thank you,” she automatically responded. Her body was on alert mode and he was so near, all her female parts were beginning to move to overdrive.

He stepped away and around her to go towards the kitchen. “Would you like something to drink?” he said as he walked down the hall.

Violet followed him, still a bit nervous about the upcoming moments between them. She stepped into the kitchen. “Could I get a glass of wine or something?” she asked.

“Of course you can, love. Why don’t you go into the den and get comfortable. I’ll be in with a glass of wine for you.” He smiled at her again deeply.

Violet strolled through the hall to the den. Paul’s house wasn’t gigantic but it was relatively large, bigger than hers. It was beautiful with a décor of rich wood grains due to the mission style, all cleans lines and rugged and simple. His den area you stepped up into on a few steps, it held a large comfy chair big enough for two people and Violet knew it would fit two because she and Paul had sat in it many times watching movies and snuggling. His couch was a simple chocolate brown with navy and gold accent pillows. It was large enough for Paul to lay out comfortably. He had a huge round wood coffee table that usually contained tons of papers and files from work. There were large framed windows all around the room, so you could see out to his deck and backyard which were both immaculate. He did have wonderful tastes, lots of art from around the world, all the places he had lived and visited. There were also tons of pictures of him and his family. Violet did notice one of him with a woman she guessed to be his ex-wife, she was absolutely gorgeous, tall like him, thin, long dark hair, very exotic features and the most gorgeous shade of blue eyes Violet had ever seen. She thought that the picture may have been of his ex-wife but she didn’t want to ask and confirm her horror, that this man had been married to a supermodel and why did he want her? Paul stepped in the room and Violet jumped, he was so quiet.

He looked at her and laughed a little. “I’m sorry love. I’m in my socks and you know I can be sneaky then,” he told her with a mischievous grin on his face.

“I know.” Violet took the outstretched wineglass from his hand and sat down on the couch with her feet stretched in front of her.

Paul went over his stereo equipment. Violet could not figure out how to operate that piece of equipment, it was more complicated than the space shuttle. But, before she could blink he’d turned on some music. Violet was pleasantly surprised that he had such diverse musical tastes; she’d heard everything from Elton John to Anita Baker to his favorite AC/DC at this point, but now he’d started to play Prince’s “Adore”. He moved towards Violet on the couch and knelt in front of her and began to remove the straps from her shoes and took them off. As he did so he rubbed her aching feet, she loved Manolo Blahniks but they were killer on aching dogs right now. He lifted her gingerly to her feet and wrapped his arms around her and slowly began to dance with her. Violet could feel his whole body and it felt good and smelled like heaven and sin in the same package. She wasn’t sure he could dance but he actually had some rhythm, which she was happy about because it meant he had rhythm other places.

Paul was in complete bliss with this beautiful woman in his arms and in a few minutes in his bed. She looked so good and felt even better. His hands couldn’t touch her body fast enough and in enough places. She was all soft, smooth, cinnamon skin. Her hair had been in big curls and he loved it; she usually had it so controlled during the week, he liked her looking a tad wild and free. His right hand went through her hair while his left went up and down her back. He moaned low in her ear, he didn’t know if he could wait to get that dress off. One pull of the string and she’d easily be there in just her underwear, but he’d promised he wouldn’t rush her, he wanted to know what she wanted.

He spoke into her ear quietly, but enough so she would hear, “Is there anything you want, Violet?”

Violet pulled back a little, perplexed by the question. “What do you mean? You got me the glass of wine.”

“No,” he looked at her and said it again. “Is there anything you want from me? What you want is what I want, but mostly I want you satisfied.”

Violet swallowed. No man had ever asked her what she wanted. Did she know what she wanted? Yes, in fact, she did know what she wanted, to see him naked. ‘Where did that come from,’ she thought to herself, but she did and he had asked her.

“I want to see you naked,” she told him trying to keep her voice steady and appear confident but she was anything but confident. Tonight she thought she could fake it till she made it.

Paul cocked an eyebrow. She was a fount of surprises. “Is that what you want?” She shook her head in the positive. “Then that’s what you’ll get. Come, follow me.”

Paul took Violet’s hand and led her down the hallway toward the stairs. As they walked he looked back at her from time to time, smiling. He led her to his bedroom and turned towards her again. “Now once we cross this threshold, love, there is no going back because I don’t think I could stop even if I needed to.” He stared for a second with a serious look in his eye. Paul wanted her to be positive she wanted to do this. He could certainly make it worth her while but she needed to be comfortable.

Violet stepped from around his body and opened his bedroom door and sashayed right in. Paul watched as that round, perfect bottom of hers moved across his bedroom floor. He walked in behind her not taking his eyes off that beautiful rump. He began to walk across the room turning on lamps and low light. He wanted to make sure the mood was set correctly.

Violet turned and watched him as he went from one side to the other, the room cast in a light golden glow. Once he was done, he picked up the remote and turned his stereo on and the sound of Sade’s sultry voice came from the speaker singing “Smooth Operator”.

Violet thought to herself, he is a smooth operator: had the music set up and everything. She looked over her shoulder at his bed. “Did you change your sheets, Paul? Were you that sure of yourself?”

Paul smiled wide. “No, I didn’t change my sheets, Rosalita did. And no, it’s not because I was so sure of what was going to happen. She changes my sheets at least once a week unless I ask her to do it more or less.” Rosalita was Paul’s housekeeper. She was a middle aged woman, very nice, sweet and really friendly. Violet liked her very much.

“Oh, I just thought you’re always so smooth and prepared,” she said mildly, smiling at him.

Paul thought he’d burst through his zipper. She was watching him from under her eyelashes, looking shy, but he knew she was a wildcat vixen. He watched as her hands went behind her back and she fumbled with them. He stepped closer to her and put his finger under her chin and told her, “Tonight is all about you, Violet. Whatever you want all you have to do is ask for it and I’ll do my best to make it come true. Do you understand that?”

Violet looked into his eyes, those gorgeous green eyes. She was just so ready for him to take her right then and there but she didn’t want to appear too eager, he might use that against her later. “Yes, Paul, I understand what you’re saying to me,” she told him. She wanted him to know she was okay with this and knew what she was doing. “You know it’s not like we haven’t been here before,” she said raising her eyebrows. “It’s not like you haven’t already seen my goodies and tasted them.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

“Are you telling me I shouldn’t appreciate what’s about to take place between us?” he told her, looking rather serious. “Because I do. The bookstore was not my shining moment Violet. I don’t want you to think that I think less of you because of it, or that I don’t know that what it is you’re about to share with me in this room is precious. I do.”

Violet looked down. She felt ashamed for making light of his feelings for her. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I feel like you’re just not going to be thrilled once you get the present out of the box,” she said honestly.

He pulled her to him tightly, holding her close looking down at her. “Are you joking? I’ve been dying to get it out of the box and I know it’s going to perfection.” He kissed her on the forehead. “Why don’t you sit down on that chaise lounge over there,” he nodded towards his beautiful ruby red chaise in his bedroom.

Violet sat down and settled against the backrest. She told herself to relax.

Paul just stood there a second. “Now I’m going to undress for you. This won’t be Chippendales, but I hope you like it.”

Violet giggled softly. “Well get on with it,” she said.

“Oh, bossy, well I’ll have to remember that,” his eyes were twinkling at her playfulness.

He first slowly removed his shirt. The black cashmere sweater went over his head, rumpling his hair a bit. Violet was keenly aware of his body movements and the sound of Sade from the stereo. He still had a black t-shirt on underneath it that molded to that muscular body. Violet had felt all those muscles but was curious to see them. He removed his t-shirt and when Violet first caught sight of all those muscles her mouth opened but she caught the gasp. ‘My goodness’, she thought ‘it’s impossible for a man to look that good.’

“Do you like what you see?” he said in a low deep timbre.

“Yes,” Violet squeaked out.

He continued. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down and as the zipper went down Violet’s eyes followed it. Paul was smiling to himself at the look of sheer lust on her face. That’s what he wanted: her wanting him. He pushed the black slacks down and they fell to the floor smoothly then he kicked them from his feet. He was standing there in grey boxer briefs and as Violet spied his manhood in full force she let the gasp fall from her lips and her mouth dropped open and eyes widened. She’d felt it, but now she was about to see it and from the outline he looked massive. At least 8 to 9 inches and thick. She saw him move towards her and she wondered what he was doing. She looked up at him as he leaned down and captured her lips for a sexy kiss. He pulled back and left Violet wanting more, which was his plan. She looked so beautiful just sitting there, her eyes drinking him in. He’d never felt this turned on and vulnerable. He wanted to make her happy tonight. If that was the last thing he did, he’d make her happy tonight. He put his thumbs in his briefs and eased them from his body, pulling out his left leg then his right.

Violet was leaning over, trying to catch glimpses of her prize for this evening when he finally stood up straight and tall.

“Good lord!” she said aloud before she could catch herself. She put her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she said, looking at him, but his smile was even wider than before.

“That’s okay, love that’s what I want you to say. Stand up for me Violet,” he told her sensually.

Violet rose, all the time looking at his body. Her mind could not register what her eyes were seeing. He was pure perfection and she started to think he’d laugh his butt off when he saw her naked. She stopped in her tracks.

He looked at her and knew she was concerned about something. “Violet, sweetheart, everything is going to be fine. Come with me,” he said with love and concern in his voice, taking her hand and leading her to his bed.

Violet really loved his bed, it was absolutely fantastic. She’d never spent the night at his house but they had watched movies in his bedroom in that bed. He picked her up and set her in the middle of the bed. Violet was becoming a little self-conscious but he didn’t seem bothered at all that she was fully clothed and he was naked. He turned for a moment and Violet caught sight of that magnificent ass. It was rock hard and perfect. ‘You could crack walnuts between those cheeks,’ she thought. His body didn’t have anything out of place, she thought, but she did see a large scar down the back of his left thigh, kind of jagged and raised, and she wondered what had happened.

He turned towards her again and began to crawl up the bed between her legs. He grabbed both of her thighs and pulled her towards him. He was on his knees between her legs and her legs had gone up so her feet were flat on the bed and her dress had fallen around the top of her thighs. He began to knead her thighs. Violet was propped on her elbows so her head fell back.

“Violet, love, your panties are in my way,” he said very flatly as if he were speaking of a chair being in his way.

Violet pushed her head up and said breathlessly, “Would you like me to remove them?”

“No, that won’t be necessary,” he said and he took his hand and pulled her panties from her body with one snatch.

She couldn’t believe it. It was so erotic but then again those were a new pair of underwear.

He looked at her. “Don’t worry, I’ll replace them,” and he dipped his head between her thighs and feasted on her womanly core.

Violet thought she had died gone to heaven, or least some place really nice. He was lapping at her pussy like it was candy, his tongue going up and down and in and out of her vagina. She couldn’t believe how slick she was from her juices; it usually took a while to get her this revved up. Then he plunged his tongue into her sweet cavern and licked and sucked like a starving man. Her head would look up every once and awhile to get sight of him eating her with abandon. She put her hand on his head to stroke it and his eyes opened. He looked at her like she was the most precious thing on earth and he savored her. His tongue came out and he centered on her clit. Violet could feel every nerve on her body go on high alert, her muscles tightened. He licked long and slow then short and more quickly as she fell back on the bed and just let the feeling overtake her.

Paul could hear her moaning and felt her body writhe under his ministrations. He could feel her muscles start to clench, especially those in that sweet hole where his tongue was exploring. He loved the way she responded to him and he remembered how she felt that first time but this was better; he knew her better, they had become closer and he could feel her let her body go with him. He could feel her clit growing and getting harder, he knew all she needed was a few more licks and she’d orgasm.

“Oh my god, Paul” she moaned out as her hands caught his head. She couldn’t figure out how he was breathing but all she heard was Sade’s sweet low voice, her moans and the slurping of Paul licking her clit. It was heady combination. Violet could feel it, she felt her legs start to quiver and tightness in her thighs and the feeling deep in her stomach, the release wasn’t too far from her. “Yes, yes that’s it right there,” she knew he could do it, he’d done it before. Then it came on her with full force. Her orgasm swept over like a tidal wave and she happily drowned in it. “Aaahhhh, oooohhhh,” she gasped, her whole body seized for a moment. She couldn’t hear anything or see anything. All she could do was feel.

Paul continued to lap at her, a little more lightly because he knew her clit was sensitive. He’d heard her come once before but next time he wanted to see it. He rose from her and stretched his body over hers. He could see the look of bliss on her face and he didn’t want it to stop. His cock was hard enough and hot enough to cut through steel. He wanted to make her his; he’d branded her with his tongue; now he wanted to make her his with all his manhood could provide her. Her eyes opened slowly, barely slits as she looked at him. She noticed he looked content and he hadn’t even had sex yet. Her breathing slowed and she asked, “What are you grinning at?”

“You look so happy and I’m glad I could do that for you. Now I want you to do something for me.” Paul started to untie Violet’s dress.

She could barely think and it didn’t really register that he was about to see her fully naked for the first time.

“Sweetheart, you tasted so wonderful. Taste yourself on me, you taste just like sweet chocolate.” He leaned over her and kissed her deeply.

Violet thought to herself she did taste pretty good. As he broke the kiss, Violet licked her lips. ”Mmm,” she said softly.

Paul undid her dress and opened it. Her breasts were encased in a beautiful black lace bra but that was just a hindrance for him to get to his real prize. He undid the front clasp in a second and the bra fell open, revealing the most perfect breasts. They weren’t too large or too small, just perfect for sucking, with large hard blackberry nipples. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on them again. He loved her breasts. He swooped down and captured one in his waiting mouth and began to lick and suck it. Paul then took his hand and began to rub the other breast, kneading it softly and tweaking the nipple every so often. He could hear her gasp every time he did that, he smiled around her breast. He really appreciated that those fabulous tits were real. His ex-wife had gotten a breast enhancement in her ongoing quest to be young forever. He hated those things; the unnatural feel really made it hard for him to enjoy her breast after the surgery. But Violet’s breast were wonderful. He couldn’t help himself; he bit her nipple, not hard, just a little.

“Ouch,” she said wincing a bit.

He lifted his head. “I’m sorry darling, I didn’t mean to hurt you but your breasts are fabulous. I could stay here all day and never get bored.”

Violet was on cloud nine. She noticed he would look up every once and awhile to gauge the look on her face. She also noticed that when he was excited his Australian accent came out even more and she liked the way it sounded. He took the hand that had been massaging her breasts and slipped it between her thighs into her folds. He moved his finger in and out and Violet’s hips lifted from the bed. She was grabbing his shoulder, digging her nails into his flesh. Paul knew she was ready for his invasion. He centered his body between her legs and took his cock and rubbed it into her wet walls. Violet moaned loudly, she was ready for him to come inside and ride her. All of sudden, his cock plunged deep into her and Violet was taken aback by his hardness and size.

Paul lifted his mouth from her breasts and leaned over her. “Violet are you okay? You need a moment?” he asked, concerned. He knew his size and girth was something some women had to adjust to. She nodded in the affirmative, so Paul stilled himself to let her get comfortable. It was not easy for him to do. Her pussy was so tight, he wondered when was the last time someone had made love to her. She almost felt like a virgin, but he knew she wasn’t.

Violet had to take a minute to get used his size. He was big and stretched her a bit. It had been a little while since she’d been with a man and she never really felt free to give herself to her last boyfriend, but Paul made her feel so good and wanted. She could feel her pelvis begin to move a bit, grinding a little on his cock. He looked her directly in the eye and started to pump in and out of her slowly. It felt fabulous, better than she imagined. He knew exactly how much pressure to put on her and her body was responding. “You feel so incredible,” she heard herself say. Words were coming out of her mouth tonight and it was almost like she wasn’t speaking them.

“You feel better, sweetheart, your cunt is so sweet.” He leaned in to kiss her deeply, tongues intertwining, while he pumped in her, building up for his release. Paul began to go faster and deeper in her. He couldn’t believe he was with her like this, he never thought it would be so wonderful. He looked at her face as her mouth opened and eyes closed. She was in a state of ecstasy he didn’t know he could give a woman. As he pumped in her, he lifted one of her legs back to gain better access to her sweet spot. “You look so beautiful. God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Violet’s hair was splayed all around her head and she could feel the sweat glistening on her body. She was barely aware of anything but this man above her, bringing her pleasure. She had just realized that she still had her clothes on although they were open with her body on display for him. Her eyes would drift open every once in awhile and she’d see that look on Paul’s face. His body was starting to move faster in her and his penetration getting deeper. Violet knew she was going to come again. Twice in one night was a record for her but she couldn’t help it, he was good at what he did.

Paul looked at her again and said, “Who’s got the best pussy?”

For a moment, Violet thought she’d heard him wrong and then he said it again more forcefully, “Who’s got the best pussy?”

Violet assumed he must be asking her and it must be hers, she was so overcome with pleasure she shouted, “I do, I do! I have the best pussy!”

“That’s damn right and it’s mine, all mine.” He pumped faster and harder and Violet came in a wave of ecstasy. “Yes love, that’s it. Come all over my cock.” As she released her essence on him he released his essence in her. His body stretched long and tight and he let out a sound that Violet thought of as more of a primal roar of satisfaction. It sounded wonderful to her ears. He collapsed on her body and they each took a moment to catch their breath.

Paul realized he must be very heavy laid on top of her, she was smaller than he was, so he flipped over onto his back. Violet felt bereft at the feeling of his body leaving hers. She turned and put her leg over his.

“You okay, Paul?” She wanted to make sure he wasn’t disappointed by their lovemaking.

“Am I okay? Am I okay? Love, I’m fabulous,” he said, looking down at her as she lay on his chest. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He took a few more moments to settle his breathing and then decided he needed to ask where they were heading. “Now what does this mean, Violet?”

“What do you mean, what does this mean?”

“I mean with us, what’s supposed to happen between us now?”

“Well, if you haven’t guessed already, I want us to start a relationship, a committed, exclusive one if you’re still interested.”

He gathered her to his chest in a big warm hug. He cradled her there and spoke into her soft hair, “Good, because that’s what I’ve been wanting all the time; you and me.” He kissed the top of her head.

“I think I need to actually take off these clothes,” she laughed to herself.

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetie. I couldn’t wait another minute longer.”

Violet rose from the bed and began to remove the clothing from her body that was hanging haphazardly after that magnificent loving she had received from Paul. She noticed in the corner, the black lace scrap that had been her underwear.

Paul watched as she had her back to him and removed her dress. She took it and flung over to a chair in the corner of his room. His brows knit together and he was almost in pain as he looked on her exquisite body, all soft curves and beautiful, smooth brown skin. Her ass was a sight to behold; he could think of a few things he wanted to do with it and her.

She turned and caught the look in his eyes, this feral glare almost. He was laid on the bed, legs out, with his manhood lying limp against him, but the more she looked at him the more it began to awaken. She removed her bra and threw it on the chair also. She needed to take at least one piece of her underwear home with her. Paul rose a little more on his elbows. He raked his eyes over her luscious boobs, that tiny waist that went into those nice wide curvy hips. He looked up at her face as she stood there under his gaze, those gorgeous eyes and succulent lips. He was ready to have her again.

“Come here, Violet.” He sat up and outstretched his hand to her.

She walked to him and took his hand as he guided her on top of his body. Her legs stretched wide, ready to receive him, and he entered her slick opening in one smooth stroke. She began to rock on him back and forth and Paul knew he’d never had better and never would. He closed his eyes and groaned deeply in approval. Violet just let her body enjoy the ride. If she’d died right at that moment it would have been worth it.


As they lay in each other’s arms after their fourth go round of the night, Violet just reveled in his maleness. He was so big and extremely masculine but, much to her surprise, so sweet and tender while making love to her, speaking compliments to her and making her feel so sexy during their moments together.

“Paul, are you asleep?” she asked him quietly.

“No, I’m not sleep. I’m just laying here basking in the afterglow,” he joked.

She slapped his chest lightly. “You’re such an ass!” She loved his sense of humor and the fact that he brought fun even to the bedroom. “I just wanted to tell you, how incredible this night has been for me. You made me feel things I thought I’d lost.”

He hugged her to his side. “I don’t know who the jackass was that made you feel so bad about yourself, but he’s the loser not you. Violet, you are an exquisite women in every way possible and I feel like the luckiest bastard ever because you let me get this close to you. You’re incredible, you know that don’t you?” He took her face and brought it up to look him directly in the eye.

“I don’t know sometimes, Paul. My last boyfriend left me for another woman. I didn’t feel incredible then.”

“You know what, it’s good thing he did because if he hadn’t I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to have you come into my life and make it good again.”

She rose a little and looked at him with some shock. “What do you mean? You’re a gorgeous, incredibly charismatic, accomplished, smart and rich man. Any woman would have to be deaf, dumb, blind, and crazy not to want you!” She leaned up and put her arms under her chin and lay on his chest. He looked at her intently and she knew he was going to tell her something.

“I’m going to say something to you I have never revealed to anyone, not even my parents. When my marriage to Anya broke up, I almost broke up – mentally, I mean. I was a wreck. I could barely work, I didn’t eat, and I didn’t do anything for months. I lived almost like a recluse, away from the world. Finally, my sister got so worried about me she came toGermanyto get me and take me to her home in Singapore. I was shattered. I’d given so much of myself to my marriage and my wife and I couldn’t believe how miserably I’d failed. It took a long time for me to recover. Many days I thought I was going crazy and when I found out she was getting married again and our divorce wasn’t even a year old, it just sent me into a whirlwind of depression all over again I finally got over the divorce but I become a little bitter, not letting any woman get too close, treating women more like commodities than people. I used a lot of women, Violet, I broke a lot of hearts in my quest to get back at her and at the time I wasn’t very remorseful about it. It wasn’t until my best friend of almost 30 years, Bradford, sat down and talked to me that I finally realized if I didn’t stop I was going to end up a lonely, bitter old man. I didn’t want that, I wanted love in my life again and I really hope I can find that with you.”

Violet just looked at him, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Love! She didn’t know if she could let her herself go like that again. She knew she felt herself falling for him but she could control that. She couldn’t control him. He had shared something intimate with her about himself but she wasn’t ready to go that far. It always came back to haunt her. As much as she hoped for good things from this relationship, her past ones had not turned out for the best and his confession of having been a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy made her a little wary. She just turned herself in his arms again and wrapped her arm and leg around his body. In a few moments she heard his soft snoring but it would take awhile before her body and brain would relax enough for sleep. ©

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