James was a nice man... a really nice man and for some reason Lucy couldn't understand he was on his own.
Ever since her divorce Lucy had been wary of men... but all her friends knew that this wouldn't last; but she needed time and space to recover from her husband leaving her to be with the 29 year old PA he'd got pregnant. The need for time and space lead Lucy to take a six month contract in American, at her parent company head office just outside of Chicago; and this was where James and Lucy met. The last five and half months had been good and the old excitement started to fizz back in her veins, but not wishing to mix business and pleasure, Lucy was content with the half glances and smiles. James, enigmatic James, intrigued and delighted her. He stood about six feet in height – perfect for her five feet five, broad firm shoulders and fit. She supposed he must be anywhere from forty five to fifty five... but it didn't matter, she was nearly fifty one, so sitting at a mid point in her guesstimate. A distinguished looking man with mid brown hair, just being touched by grey at his temples; but his most arresting feature was his eyes. Piercing blue eyes that she felt, could see into her soul.
With only two weeks before her return to England, now was the time to act – if indeed there was anything to act on. As luck should have it, this weekend saw her departmental director inviting everyone she worked with to a "cook out" at his home, his way of saying thank you, and bonne voyage to the lady from overseas. So it was that on a Saturday early afternoon in mid August, Lucy stood before the wardrobe mirror in her bedroom and considered her options.
The weather was hot... so a sundress was the order of the day, and as Lucy stood there looking at the dark pink, square necked dress – memories flooded back of the time that she had worn at the hotel with John. That seemed another life time ago; but she had enjoyed wearing it, and even more had enjoyed taking it off and not wearing it. Sadly the matching shoes were at home in England, and she consoled here self with the fact that they would be too high to wear all day anyway. So a pair of comfortable mid heeled peep toe sandals in white would have to do. To honour her decision a matching white lace bra and panty set completed her ensemble. So with a song in her heart and a bottle of white wine in her arms, she set off in her little rental car.
As the guest of honour, Lucy had been asked to arrive early, so arriving at the address she had been given parking on the drive was easy. Although the thought did cross her mind that she wouldn't be able to escape until the last guest had gone. Then on getting out of her car, it occurred to her that although this was a very nice ranch style home, it was not the sort of house she expected her departmental director to have. Well, in for a penny... and gathering her bag and the wine, a fearless Lucy went up the step and rang the door bell. Silence... Total silence. No sounds of kids running and playing, no banging of pots and pans, just silence. Then as the door swung open, there he stood in all his 6 foot magnificence – James, holding open the door with that seriously sexy grin on his face.
Lucy could hear the penny drop with a loud clang. "I've been set up – haven't I?"
In reply he just grabbed her wrist, pulled her in through the door and turned closing it with his bum. Taking her bag and wine bottle from her hands and placed them on the hall side table, then he leaned in and pulled Lucy into his arms. His lips descended on hers, his tongue teasing open the slit of her lips, and the hand in the small of her back splayed out and caressed her and the other slid up her back and his fingers fanned into her hair. The shock and speed of his movement left Lucy stunned, but recovering she knotted her hands behind his head and went along for the ride. The passion packed into that kiss left her breathless, and his desire was obvious as his erection pressed into the soft mound of her tummy.
"I want you... I've wanted you since the first day you walked into the office" His hands cupping her face, his blue eyes boring into her very soul.
All Lucy could do was groan. The pulling deep down echoing his desire, her nipples hardened and heat started in her pussy. Her hands gripped onto his arms, hanging on for fear she would fall down.
"So if you don't want this as well... say now – no regrets." He whispered, "Because half an hour's time will be too late."
"No, no... I've wanted you too – for so long, I don't want to go." She signed against his waiting lips. "But I don't understand – today, the cookout? Everyone was talking about it"
"Ah...there was a slight deception. Your invitation was altered... it's tomorrow and we are going together" he said as he slid his hands down her back and cupped the globes of her bum. Pulling her hips towards his... letting her feel his arousal. "I thought we'd spend the rest of today and tomorrow morning getting to know each other better." He said as he humorously wiggled his eyebrows.
"But I have to go home... I'll need clean clothes" as she rolled her hips into his erection.
"Grrr woman... I'd bet good money that this dress and whatever is underneath it, hasn't been on you for more than an hour. So if we take it all off now, it will still be fine for the morning" With that he spun her around and slowly, tantalizingly, pulled down the zip at the back of the dress. Smoothed his hands up over her shoulders and allowed the dress to fall to the floor. Then holding his hand, Lucy stepped out of the dress, and into the unknown. Bending he took the dress in his careful hands and lead her into his family room. The dress smoothed out carefully over the back of the sofa – he turned and looked at her and groaned again.
"Hungry?" He said just one emotion laden word. Lucy shook her head. "I am... for you" he said.
Walking over to her, he folded her in his arms and kissed her so hard, his tongue claiming hers, leaving Lucy in no doubt as to the depth of his passion. His armed wrapped around her again and expert fingers worked the clasp of her bra.
"James, I just can't go around naked for the next 24 hours!" Her voice was more of a question than a statement.
"It's okay, I've got a robe you can wear – later!" and with a flourish he tossed her bra to the floor.
