Chapter 1
My heart pounded as the limo made it's way across Boston. What was I, a 44 year-old married woman, doing going to meet another man? A man I had known slightly in college... A man whom I hadn't seen or even thought of in over 20 years but whom I had just recently learned had gone on to become one of Boston's most successful businessmen. What was I thinking? How had I gotten here?
I had my heart set on getting my amazing, perfect son into a prestigious university in Boston but he had been deferred in his early admission request and I had grown more and more desperately consumed with finding a way of getting him into the school of his dreams. I was working every angle I could think of, convinced there had to be a way to tip the scales in his favor.
Then, one day as I was perusing a copy of the school's alumni magazine, a photograph caught my eye. It couldn't be? Yet there he was: Mike "Rose" (as we'll call him in this story) who had been a classmate of mine in college, stood shaking hands with the president of the University! The caption below read: "Michael Rose is thanked by President Harris for his generous donation to the University. The Athletic Center is expected to be completed by Fall semester 2016." They named the Athletic Center after him? That was impressive!
Immediately I Googled him up and discovered that after college he had attended business school at the university and gone on to make a fortune in finance, becoming one of Boston's wealthiest men. Pictures came up of him attending various social functions, charity balls in black tie, golf tournaments, court side seats at the Celtics. He looked great, confident and fit, smiling like a man who owned the world. In several pictures he had a gorgeous brunette on his arm, his wife I noted.
This was the connection I was looking for! There had to be a way Mike could help get my son in to this school! At least put a good word , if only he'd even remember me at all.
Amazingly he had called back shortly after getting the message I had left at his office. He not only remembered me, but was actually excited to hear from me!
"How could I forget the hottest girl from school?" He laughed.
I felt a rush of nervous excitement at the compliment as we chatted lightly and easily for several minutes, laughing about the past and loosely filling in the outlines of our lives since then. Finally he asked the reason for my call and it all came pouring out about my quest to get my son admitted.
"If there is anything you can do to help I'd appreciate it so much! I'd do anything... anything to help my son." I said, trying but failing to mask the desperation in my voice.
"I can appreciate that so much Molly, really, I can. Let me see what I can do and I'll get back to you."
I thanked him for his time, told him truthfully it was good to talk to him and we said our goodbyes.
I was thrilled when he called back a couple days later. He said he might have some news for me but despite my begging he would not tell me.
"I want to see you and talk to you about this in person. Is there any way you can get to Boston?"
Since I traveled frequently leading Yoga retreats around the country I told him yes, I could get away, so with a little story to my husband about needing to fill in for an instructor at an event I found myself flying to Boston early that next week, and now, in the back of Mike's limo with my heart racing at the possibilities: What was the news Mike had for me? Why had he insisted on seeing me and why was I so excited and nervous at the prospect of seeing him?
Mike had had his secretary arrange for his car to pick me up as well as booking a room at a luxury hotel. I was surprised to find it paid for with a bottle of wine and a note in my room. "See you downstairs for dinner at 7:00 - Mike"
It was a little after 5:00 so I poured myself a glass of the wine and drew myself a hot bath to try to calm my nerves. It was exciting to feel so naughty slipping away to meet this powerful businessman, but I was growing nervous at what he would think of me now at 44.
People always tell me how young I look and as Yoga instructor I had kept in good shape, but Mike was expecting the college girl of over 20 years ago and I, like most women, was very aware of all the changes, no matter how subtle, that had come with age.
I closed my eyes and let the warmth of the water wash over me, forcing the thoughts of wrinkles from my mind. What did I care anyway? Nothing was going to happen. We were two married people meeting to discuss getting my son into college. I laughed a little at my nervousness and finished off the glass of wine as the warmth of the tub soaked into me. I had never cheated on my husband but things had gotten so boring with him I had to admit I was a little excited at the prospect of possibly trying to seduce Mike if I had the chance.
I poured myself a little more wine and shaved my legs, enjoying their soft sleek smoothness afterwards. Feeling as excited and aroused as I was at the possibilities ahead and feeling naughty I decided to do a little clean up around my pussy too, "just in case" I thought. I had shaved my pussy lips early in my relationship with my husband in that phase where I was eager to please him years ago, but I hadn't in some time. I still kept my bush trimmed and neat but I remembered now the the sexy feeling of being exposed, bare and soft down there so I lathered up and ran the razor carefully over my nicely plump labia, enjoying supremely sexy feeling of my freshly exposed baby smooth softness as I rinsed off the shaving cream.
I dressed for dinner with a black dress over a nice black bra and panty that my husband loved on me. I wanted to be pretty, elegant and sophisticated; sexy, but not too sexy. I settled, somewhat uncertainly on wearing my long blonde hair down. I had worn my hair short back in college but now it hung down well past my shoulders. I often put it up into a loose bun but let it flow across my shoulders tonight... add a little perfume... some lipstick... "Well Molly," I thought as I looked myself over in the full-length mirror, "not too bad all in all."
My heart began to pound again as I rode the elevator down to the lobby. I took a deep breath to calm down. "It's just dinner, it's just dinner" I told myself but I knew I was ready and willing, hoping even, for more.
As I entered the restaurant I was surprised as the maitre'd immediately came across the crowded entry to me.
"Right this way miss, please" He quickly led me back through the crowded room. I was aware of the eyes of many of the male patrons looking up from their tables watching me as I was whisked through the room. Men think they're so sly but it is so obvious when a man is checking you out. "Well, I must look okay", I thought happily.
The Maitre' d led me to the back of the restaurant and opened a door there.
"Madam", he gestured me to enter.
I did so a little hesitantly but I was immediately relieved and excited to see Mike, sitting alone at an elegant table for two inside a small private dining room. He looked great! Fit, dark hair graying at the temples, slight crinkle of crows feet at his eyes but really handsome in his perfectly tailored charcoal gray suit. My heart pounded in my chest as he rose from the table and came across the small, dimly lit room in two long strides.
"Mollly! So glad you could make it!" He embraced me warmly kissing my cheek. "You look stunning! Wow!"
