Eddie picked me up at York station, on Monday in a Lexus LS executive car, shortly after my train arrived in from Kings Cross at around 3:30pm and he drove me to the hotel that Sally (my dad's receptionist) had booked for me. He opened the door for me to get into the back seat, then took my suitcase and placed it carefully in the boot. He was around 5'10" had round almost girlish good looks, dark brown hair, fair skin, and sharply defined grey blue eyes. Smartly dressed in grey slacks, a black blazer, white shirt, and plan red tie. He had a smooth movement about him as he walked, and when he spoke his voice was soft and good on the ear.
Getting into the drivers seat he checked his mirrors and pulled out to take me to the hotel which was just outside Knaresborough. It was around a 35-minute drive, and once outside the city there was pleasant countryside, and I enjoyed a restful journey in the big comfortable back seat.
I was attending a four-day seminar on managing the managers, at an annexe to the university, something daddy felt would be of benefit when I started to take a more active role in the firm after I graduated. The hotel was quite a way from the university's annexes where the seminar was being held, but it was 5 stars, so of a standard that was acceptable to the firm, and of course, to dad. Additionally, it allowed me to rest, without distractions and away from the busy environment of the student accommodation.
Sally, dads PA, had arranged the car service to transport me around during my stay, and on the Friday morning to take me back to the station after the end of my course on Thursday afternoon. She always selected a very reputable and professional company, mostly ones that had been used before, and met all of the accepted standards of security, service and discretion.
We arrived outside the hotel, and parked in front of the main entrance, he opened my door, and then took my case from the boot. Eddie returned to the driver's side, reached into one of the storage bins in the central console and handed me a card embossed with the car service logo, there was a mobile phone number under his name.
"I'm at your disposal for the duration of your stay miss. Just call me on that number if you have any transportation requirements outside the main bookings."
Thank you, Eddie, I'll try not to impose too greatly on the privilege."
He nodded his understanding and replied.
"Thank you miss, that's very considerate of you."
Over the next few days, we engaged in light conversation during our journeys to and from the college annexe, and I learned that he was in his late 30's, with a wife and two daughters, one 8, the other 14. He had a cottage out by the airfield at Elvington where his wife ran a thriving catering business. They worked hard, and were comfortably off, enjoying a relaxed and rewarding lifestyle. A good marriage, they were both happy together. Although my instincts told me that he had a deep yearning within him, that perhaps he didn't even recognise himself.
Once I got to know him, I found that without knowing of any particular reasons why, I liked him, and I enjoyed his companionship. He didn't push himself forward, but had a quiet calm confidence about him, that really appealed to me. I found that I looked forward to our trips in the car, far more so than attending the course.
The course progressed with a lot of activity, group exercises in setting up project teams, how to control meetings, dealing with difficult people, all the usual stuff. Before long, we reached the final morning, where we reviewed what we'd learned, and filled out feedback forms on the course, content and the tutors styles. There was to be a cocktail party on Thursday evening, to round off the course and for the attendees to relax a bit, after quite an intensive four days. Eddie was booked to take me there, and later deliver me back to my hotel.
Carefully selecting my underwear set, I picked out a bra and panties set in ivory silk, with gold inset thread embroidery. Although the panties were in a full style, they were very comfortable, the bra equally so. The cups (34C) cradled my breasts neatly, with a soft cone into which my nipples rested snugly. I stretched up and was pleased to find the the lingerie adjusted to my movements without any drag or discomfort. Rolling on a pair of Adore 15 denier neutral colour lace topped stockings. I smoothed them up my legs with the palms of my hands, making sure they fitted tightly.
Choosing to wear a mid calf length sleeveless cocktail dress, apricot and cream coloured with a chiffon silk underskirt, and a contrasting ivory lace slip. The thick gathering of material swirling in layers around my legs, gave me a luxurious feeing of femininity. Matched with an ivory and apricot merino silk shawl, and an ivory clutch purse, I looked cool and sophisticated.
Deciding to be stylish, I put on light cream 3" stiletto's, making my arches raise, defining my calves, and showing the shapeliness of my legs. Finishing off my ensemble with a pair of plain, but expensive gold stud earrings that daddy had given me for Christmas. I stood one foot slightly in front of the other in front of the mirror in my suite, making sure that I looked chic and fashionable. The light behind me gave a shadowy but pleasing silhouette of my figure through the translucent fabrics, enough to be provocative without being too risqué.
Eddie arrived, and I got into the back of the car, he closed the door, and got into the driver's seat, before pulling smoothly away. He looked at me in the mirror before speaking.
"I'm sorry miss, the traffic might make us run a little late, so if you've no objections, I know a short cut which will get us there on time."
"You must know the area well then Eddie?"
"I do miss, it's part of my job, it's all about customer service and satisfaction. Satellite navigation is all very well, but knowing where you are, and things that aren't shown on the apps, is invaluable."
"So, you know all the quiet places, the ones that aren't too busy, where you can sit in peace and privacy?"
"Yes, there are ones that are well known to most of the locals, and ones that I know, secluded spots where I can park, and not be disturbed by anyone.
"Then it's fine if you take the short cut Eddie, I don't want to be early, but I don't want to be late either."
"Certainly miss."
Arriving at the college just after 7:30pm he got out to open the door for me. One of the things that I'd learned at the private secondary school where my father had sent me, was deportment, and I knew how to get out of a car without 'displaying my linen,' as the tutors had put it. They had a lot of rules and guidelines on acceptable behaviours. Some were almost laughable, but although they had their purpose set some time in the past, there was still some sense and relevance to them.
I remember giggling almost uncontrollably with my school friends, as we read the lists of conventions to be followed by us. One in particular caught my eye, it read something along the lines of, 'ladies must not wear patent leather shoes, lest men should see their underwear reflected in them.' However we learnt all the principles, which very often served us well in social settings. Remembering what I'd been taught, I moved gracefully sideways on my bottom, swinging my hips around, putting both feet out onto the paving, and stood up, without so much of a flash or glimpse of crisp ivory lace.
The parties were usually attended by the course candidates, faculty members and staff, with a few guests thrown in to provide a varied gathering. In my cynical view I tended to classify the men at these functions into categories. There would be young men around my age, or slightly older, either chinless wonders, geeks, or lounge lizards. Lecturers who were either there for the drink and conviviality, sometimes on the lookout for easy female conquests. Usually there would also be one or two self-important blowhards, who loved to voice their opinions, and of course straightforward gold diggers. Occasionally, though not often, there would be someone appealing, who was interesting, attractive, good conversationalists and whose company I enjoyed. Unfortunately, there was no one at all there that evening who was able to capture or hold my interest.
As usual I received one or two approaches from those who took an interest in me, which I rebuffed politely and without bruising any egos. One man however was a little too persistent and didn't take no for an answer. (There's always one, isn't there)? He was middle aged and full of himself, moving closer to me he spoke.
"Good evening, may I say, you look absolutely radiant in that dress."
