The Sibling Diaries P04

The Sibling Diaries P04My Brother’s CrazyI think David has finally gone around the bend. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother. He’s a good man, but this… This thing he’s got going with Sandy. It borders on the obsessive.I’ve just finished my first full week of work at Eddings Consulting. It’s been a tough start, but I think I’m finally beginning to understand the way start-up corporate financing works in Silicon Valley. My boss, thinks I have the potential to run the department, but I don’t know if that’s for real or just him trying to blow sunshine up my skirt. In fact, I’m so new to everything and everyone here in the Bay Area that I don’t really know what is real yet.I mean, back in Chicago, you met someone, you dated them and after a while, if nothing went too crazy, you committed to the relationship. That is real. David tells me that Sandy and he screwed the first time they met, and that seems to be the whole of their relationship — nothing but sex! Okay, okay, look, I’m no prude. I’ve had my share of guys in bed. Heck, I even went to bed with my roommate and her boyfriend in college. Well, I was a little drunk and didn’t know he was there, but… The point is, I like sex. I think it’s great. But all things in moderation, right?Look, last Monday night; I was at home, making dinner. David’s home from work, gone to his bedroom, and chaning into some comfy clothes. I finished dinner, washed my hands and started getting some plates out. But still no David.”David?” Not a sound.”David, dinner’s ready. Get in here.” Still nothing. So, I went to his door and knocked.I heard some jumping about. “Yeah?” Finally, a voice.”David, dinner’s on.””Okay, give me a sec.” I shook my hands and went back to the kitchen. Whatever.I finished getting out plates, silverware and started serving food when he finally walked in.He placed his hands on my hips and kissed me on the cheek as he passed to grab a plate. “Thanks, Gretta, you’re the best.”I turned towards him, smiling, but noticed that he’s sweating along his brow and breathing heavily. “What’s with you? We’re you working out or something?”He filled his plate. “What? No. Why?””Well, your forehead for one…”He touched his brow and felt the sweat.”…and you’re out of breath, like you’ve been running.”He gave me this “what the fuck are you talking about” look which slowly melted into a big grin. He finished getting his food and followed me into the den, chuckling.”What’s so funny?”He sat down and looked up at me with a Cheshire Cat smile. “Sandy.”I rolled my eyes. “Oh, I might have known.””You won’t believe this.”I stopped and looked at him. He’s so happy, he’s bursting to tell me his news. “Okay, what is it this time? More phone sex? Cybering?”He wagged his head, then looked up suddenly. “She sent me a video.”I knew I really didn’t want to hear this now. “Great. That’s great. Uhm, and how was your day?””No, no, really she did. Through the mail. It was just like she was here. Like a living letter or something.””Nice.” I really wanted to change the subject. “Do you have any plans this evening?”He smiled lecherously and took a big bite of the potatoes.I stammered forward, trying to leave Sandy behind. “I was thinking that you and I might go see a movie, catch a drink, visit a club or something like that.” I waited as he finished looking out the window, obviously trying to think of what to say.”Thanks, Gretta, but I think I’ll just stay in tonight. It’s getting’ kinda cold out at night, and…””And you’re going to stay inside with Video Sandy tonight?””Hey, it’s not like that.””Oh, and how is it, then?””She’s been gone almost a week. I miss her.”Yeah, right. “You miss her… Face? Her conversation? Her wit?””Now, cut that out. You just don’t understand.””Well, there’s not much to understand. Is there? You guys fuck like rabbits when you’re together and when you’re apart, you think about fucking like rabbits. Pretty simple!””Goddamnit, Gretta! You don’t know shit about us. Sandy is the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. She’s turning me into a better man.”I stood up and yelled back. “What? Is she teaching you how to be a better slave in bed? Look, you are already a wonderful man. No one can change that. And Sandy had better not try!”He looked really upset, but he didn’t say anything. He just sat there. I didn’t know what to do. Back home, David would have probably at least chased me around the house or yelled at me, but he just sat there.”Gretta, please sit down.” He spoke in this really quiet tone. His face looked worried, bugged, but his voice said calm.I sat and waited. I half-expected him to slug me.”Gretta, I think I… I think I love Sandy. And no, not for just her body, not for the way she treats me, and not for what she tells me.” He reached out and took my hand across the table. “I love her for what she is. She has managed to see past all the bullshit in her life and find the stuff that’s important and make that important in her life. I think… I know I will love her for what she is, even if our relationship were to end tomorrow.”Now, I looked worried. “Aw, David. Just…””No, no, I don’t think that it will. In fact, the video she sent just makes me feel that much closer to her. Can you understand that?”I sighed. “Yeah, of course I can. I’m just… I’m just worried that you might get hurt, that’s all.”He smiled, still holding my hands. “C’mon, I’m still the big brother, right? I can take care of myself.”That got me teary-eyed. I stood up, pouting and ran around the table, pulling him up from the sofa. “No, Gretta. It’s okay, we don’t…”I threw my arms around him and hugged him. His big arms settled around me and I closed my eyes, just feeling his warmth envelop me. I could feel his hard chest pressing into me, his soft breathing on the side of my face, and… A long, stiff cock pressing against my thigh. My eyes flew open. Oh, my God, he’s hard! I backed off suddenly, and pushed him away, staring at his lap.He looked concerned. “What? What’s wrong?”In a panic, I pointed. “You… You’ve got… You’re erect!””I’m wha…? Oh.” He rolled his eyes and sat back down, smiling.”What are you laughing at? Did I… Did you? Did I make you get…?”He laughed, waving his hands back and forth. “No! No, you didn’t. No, this… Uhm, this… You don’t want to know, I think.””I don’t want to know? What are you talking about? What has you so… So excited?””That’s just it. I’m not excited.””You’re not, but your… Your…””It’s called a penis.””I know it’s called a… a penis!””Relax, will you? I took something. It makes me get this way. It’s nothing. It’ll go away in a few hours.”My mouth moved, but nothing came out. I must have looked ridiculous, like a fish out of water. I flopped back down in the chair and tried to get my brain back on the tracks.”Look, you’ve been asking, so let me just tell you. Sandy sent me a video, yes. And along with the video, she sent a few other things, including these pills that make me get… Erect, okay?””But… but why?””It’s… difficult to explain. It’s like a game. On the video, she does some things, then I do some things and back and forth like that until we get to the end. It’s fun. It’s just like she’s here, playing along with me. Then, afterwards, we call each other and talk about it.”I didn’t have an answer. My brain was blank. “A regular Romeo and Juliet, you two.” I got my dishes and walked to the kitchen.”Now see, there you go again. You don’t understand.””No, it’s okay. I don’t need to understand. It’s fine. You want dessert?”See what I mean? He’s nuts. Sure, I know it’s a long distance relationship, but sending Viagra to your boyfriend when he’s alone? What kind of crazy shit is that? And he thinks that he loves her!So, I decided to forget about his problems and start concentrating on my own. I just left the Sandy issue hang in the air between us for a couple of days. I finally finished unpacking “all my crap” as David calls it and organized my work clothes into some kind of professional look for the office.Besides, I was a little concerned with some of the stuff David and I had been getting ourselves into over the last little while. I didn’t really want a repeat of the depravity we had let ourselves sink to when we were younger. So, I decided not to think about it, put it out of my mind. He has his own problems, and doesn’t need a freaky sister to compound them.I’d started work the day after I arrived two Mondays ago. My first day was mostly filled up with company orientation, finding my office, understanding the phones, computer and email, junk like that. I had a huge binder that I had to memorize cover-to-cover before I could wait on my first client. Not only was it filled with by-laws, rules and rulings of the State of California, but also a similar set of guidelines from Eddings Consultants, Inc. I spent the rest of that first week, just trying to understand the scope of what my new job entailed. The good news was that the company was doing well in spite of all the public suicide by similar firms in the press lately. The not-so-good news was that it was going to take a lot of hard work and focus on my part to do the job.My officemate is Constance Merriwether. She’s been at the company for two years and has been a huge help so far, getting me to understand the job and the place. Eddings has four floors in a high-rise just south of Market and over three hundred employees in this one location alone. Being my first job, I felt not a little intimidated.Constance is British, originally from Manchester, but went to university here in the States. “I’ve always had a dream of living in San Francisco and now, here I am, living it.”She’s a delightful woman, but has told me a great many things about the people with whom I’ve been working. You see, she keeps track of the office politics and romances. It’s kind of a hobby with her.She was particularly interested in something I told her after my first Friday lunch with some of the other employees. Fridays is the one day in the week that work tolerates and expects its employees to be casual, let loose a little. Not really the martini lunch of my Dad’s era, but a beer or a glass of wine is encouraged and a suitable “letting down of the hair” kind of goes along with it.I’ve noticed several handsome men just on my floor at Eddings. Once of which was at our table that first Friday. His name is Tommy… Thomas Jenner. I’m still not sure what he does at Eddings, but he’s always well-dressed in a suit or jacket, and he’s got the most amazing pair of blue eyes — just a perfect skyblue pitch to them. Rest those above the dimples and a rather rugged jaw line and… Well, you get my drift. This guy made my knees weak.I’d seen him around the office a few times. The first time, I was talking with Constance on a break outside and I noticed she had lapsed into a c***.”Constance? Hello, Earth to Constance.”Constance’s cigarette smoke wafted out of her mouth like she was trying to taste every swirl. “S’what did you say?”I turned and for the first time, saw Tommy. He was walking with an attractive red-haired woman down some stairs out of the lobby. I think my mouth fell open. It was like his every kırklareli escort move was in slow motion. He moved with such grace, like a dancer. Maybe he was a dancer. I could sure think of a couple of places for him to dance…”Gretta! Are you listening to me?” I whipped around and saw Constance, glaring.”Yeah. What? I… Huh?””Just as I thought. He’s a picture, that one.””Who?””Tommy Jenner, the looker from the third floor. The one you were staring holes through? I know at least three women that always take their breaks on the third floor just to get a glimpse.”I turned back and watched Tommy’s hips sway around the corner. “He’s too pretty to be straight, right?””No, not from what I’ve heard.””Really?” I sat down next to Constance like a rogue conspirator. “Tell me.”Constance looked left and right, making sure no one was near enough to overhear. “Do you know Bridget?””The receptionist on the fourth floor?””Yeah, that’s the one. There’s a rumor that our Tommy boy does her in the copy room every Friday after lunch.””That’s bullshit. They’d get caught.””Only if anyone wanted to catch them.””Besides, how stupid is it to have sex with someone from work? If it doesn’t work out, you still have to see them every day. That would be awful.”Constance laughed. “Yeah, but just think how much fun you’d have, trying to see if it could work out.”I smiled. “Maybe, but you know guys like that — handsome and all. They’re always so full of themselves, and usually not very bright. They get by on their charm and never really have to apply themselves — boring conversationalists.””Oh, what about your brother, then?””My brother? What’s he got to…””He’s a handsome one. That picture you showed me wasn’t doctored or anything was it?””No, but…””And you’ve told me that he’s bright, yes?””Well, yeah, but…””But what? There’s your theory, shot to hell.””But David’s… Special. He’s a one-in-a-million. He’s not like other guys.””Sounds like you should marry your brother.””Ha-ha, very funny.””Well, you never know ’til you try.””What are you talking about?””Tommy, of course. Sure, he’s dead handsome, athletic, has a great job. Maybe he’s like your brother; smart and pretty. Never know ’til you try ’em out.””But I don’t even know the guy. Surely, he doesn’t know I…”Constance’s eyes bugged out of her head. She straightened her hair, stamped out her cigarette and stood up.I put my hands out to the side. “What are you doing?”Constance was looking behind me and pointed, gesturing for me to stand.I twisted my head back.Tommy Jenner was looking down at me. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe that we’ve met.”I looked back down and swallowed hard. Taking a deep breath, I stood up. “No, no, I don’t believe we have.”He shook my hand. “I’m Thomas Jenner, but please call me Tommy. Are you Constance’s new officemate?”I looked into those skyblue eyes and my mind went numb. I looked slowly around his face, taking in the cheekbones thrust under his eyes, the pearly white teeth, the dimple that danced just off his grin. “Yeah.””And her name is Gretta.” Constance threw that in while I drowned.I giggled nervously. God, I felt like such an idiot. “Gretta Mitchellson.””Well, nice to finally meet you, Gretta. You know, a few of us usually take in a decent restaurant at Friday lunch. I’d really it if you’d join us. Perhaps, we could hang out after. I could give you a tour of the building or something.”I grinned and felt giddy. “Sounds like fun.””Meet you here, tomorrow then?””Sure. Okay. Tomorrow.””Great. Nice seeing you again, Constance.” He let go of my hand and walked into the building. I was tingling. I turned to Constance, a big smile on my face.She raised one eyebrow. “How stupid would it be to have sex with someone from work?”I blushed crimson, looked down and laughed at my own silliness. “How does he do that? I just met the guy and I’m acting like a five-year-old who just met Santa Claus for the first time.””I don’t know, Gretta, but if that tour he takes you on ends up in the fourth floor copy room, I want a full report. Get me? Details. Measurements. Everything.””Will you stop it? It’s just lunch.” But that wasn’t really how I felt. In the apartment that evening, I told David about meeting Tommy as we finished straightening the kitchen.”Really? And this guy’s at your work?””Yeah.””I’m not so sure that’s such a great idea.””What? Having lunch?””You might say lunch, Gretta, but I can see it in your eyes. This guy excites you.”I turned away from David and grabbed the counter. A shiver ran right through me as I thought about Tommy.”Don’t… Don’t get your hopes up, okay? I don’t want my baby sister hurt. Handsome guys like that can sometimes be cruel.”I turned back to him. David looked genuinely concerned. “I know. I’ve met some before, but this guy seems okay.””You’ve just met him. You don’t know him yet.””You’re right. You’re right. I don’t, but I’ll get to know him, and that starts tomorrow.””Just be careful, okay? Don’t go too fast.””David, it’s me, Gretta. I don’t do that.”Relaxing, he sighed and nodded his head. “Good ‘ol level-headed Gretta.” David put his arm around me.* * *The next day at work I was excited all morning, thinking about the upcoming ‘casual’ lunch. I’d dressed nicer than usual. If nice is a word for wearing the tightest leather skirt I own with a see-though top and a nude, lace camisole. I’d spent extra time on my face this morning, too. A little glamorous, but not too slutty. I wanted to make just the perfect, improper impression on Tommy. David had come out of his room just as I was leaving for work. I laughed as his eyes just about popped out of his head.Constance was in a meeting all day and I had the office to myself. I’d hoped to be able to talk to her some more before going to lunch. She had a steadying effect on me with regards to meeting new people at work and I could’ve really used that this morning. Instead, I poured myself into my work, getting a lot accomplished, trying to keep my mind off of what was coming.Right before noon, my desk phone rang. “Hello, Gretta Mitchellson.”The answer made my tummy grow warm. “Hi, it’s Tommy. Ready for lunch?”I smiled and spun my chair around. “Yeah, where do you want to meet?””A bunch of us are going to meet at the front doors in about ten minutes. That okay?””Yeah, I’ll see you down there.””Okay.” A long silent pause held my attention. “I can’t wait to see you again, Gretta.”Surprised, I breathed in so much that I couldn’t use it all, and said breathlessly, “Me, too, Tommy. I can’t wait.””Okay, see you at 12:10 downstairs.” I heard a chuckle, then the phone went dead. I pulled the receiver off of my ear and looked at it. Goosebumps paraded up and down my arms and my nipples throbbed under my cami. I blew out a long sigh and hung up the phone.”So, that was Tommy, eh?” Constance was standing in the doorway.”Who? What? Uh… Yeah. Yeah, it was. Why do you ask?” I winced at my last remark. How stupid can I be?Constance sat down behind her desk. “Hey! Hey, take it easy. I just asked. Jesus.”Suddenly chilled, I looked up at her sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m a little nervous. Are you cold?”She stood up and closed the door to our office. I grabbed my coat and pulled it around me. Constance walked around her desk and leaned against the front of it, watching me. “I’m not cold and you aren’t either.””What do you mean? It’s freezing in here.” I snuggled deeper into my big coat.Constance folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Tell the truth, Gretta. When was the last time you got laid?”I was so surprised by her question, I didn’t know what to say, but started to several times. “Wha…? Well, I..””Okay, okay, I get the picture. It’s been a while, am I right?””Well, yeah… With the move out here and all. I’ve been… I’ve been busy, okay?””Now, don’t get hostile. I’m just trying to help.” She fixed me with a stare. “I’ve got some good news and bad news.””Huh?””The bad new is that you’re scared.””Scared? Of… Of what? I…”Constance threw up her arms and leaned on my desk. “Look, you don’t have to admit it to me, but at least admit it to yourself. You’re scared. Scared like a bunny. You’re shaking because of it. All the blood is rushing from your fingers and toes because of it.”I pulled the collar of my coat up around my face. If I felt any colder, my voice would tremble, but I had to admit, she was right. I was scared. “What’s the good news?”Constance smiled. “The good news is, you’ve got nothing to be scared of, silly. Whether you know it or not, you are one of the most beautiful women in this building, maybe in this city. And with the way you’ve dressed today, no one will be missing that, including Mr. Beefcake.”I did feel a little warmer. “Oh, you’re just saying that.””Hey, I’m only going so far with the compliments. You have nothing to fear today. It’s just lunch, for Godsakes. Relax and if you can’t relax around those people, then have a stiff drink — heck, have two. It’s Friday afterall. But remember, they’re going to be looking at you. Wanting to know who you are. What makes you tick. Tommy might play it cool, but he can’t help but be attracted to the prettiest girl he’s ever gone out with.”I smiled and sat up, looking at Constance. I was being silly. There was nothing to be scared of, but maybe acting like a fool at lunch… Nope! Thoughts be gone. No negativity today. Out! Get out! “You’re right. It’s just lunch.””That a girl.”I stood up and straightened my coat, tying it. “I’ll just play it cool. Let everyone else take the lead.” I took a deep breath.”Perfect. Let them come to you.”I looked in the mirror at my desk and grabbed my purse, then turned to Constance. “I look okay?”She looked me up and down, then nodded approvingly. “They won’t know what hit them.”I smiled, then chuckled and took her hand. “Okay. Thanks, Connie, you’re the best.” We gave each other air kisses and I headed for the elevator.On the ride down, I applied a fresh roll of lipstick and checked my hair. The doors popped open, revealing the busy lobby at lunchtime. I walked out. Men in business suits made their way in bunches to and from the swinging front doors. Just outside them, stood Tommy Jenner with a group of friends.I took a deep breath and pushed my way through the doors. Tommy had his back to me and was saying something, so I waited. A redheaded man across from Tommy was looking at my feet. I looked down; thinking I’d possibly stepped in something. When I looked back up, his eyes were sweeping up my body, checking me out. I quickly looked away as though seeing something, then looked at Tommy. He finished what he was saying.”Hello, am I late?” I smiled and stood close to Tommy’s shoulder.He turned and looked at me questioningly, then his smile left and he glanced at me quickly. “Gr-Gretta. Uhhhh…Wow.”The redheaded guy spoke first. “Who’s your friend, Tommy?”Tommy straightened and pulled me into the circle of friends. “Everyone, this is Gretta. Gretta Mitchellson. She just joined the firm last week.”I smiled and waved, looking at the bunch, looking me over. The redhead guy leaned in with his hand out. “Hi, Gretta. Sal Kennings, really nice to meet you.” kırklareli escort I took his hand and shook it.Tommy leaned in. “You have to watch out for Sal, Gretta. He’s a real ladies’ man.”Sal chuckled and straightened his tie. “Oh, like you’re the one to talk, Mr. Fourth Floor.””Hey, just because I was promoted before you, Sal.””Oh, eat it, you guys. You two can snack on egos, I’m hungry for lunch. Who’s with me?” A tall woman, dressed impeccably in heels and a long wool overcoat pushed Sal and Tommy aside.The group quickly followed the woman. Tommy tugged me along.I whispered to him. “Who’s the woman?””You don’t know? That’s Teri. Teri Eddings, the granddaughter. She gets this place when her father kicks.” My eyebrows shot up at this revelation, not only for the impressive bank account that this revealed, but for the respect that dripped from Tommy’s every word as he spoke about her.Down the street and through traffic, we were off to lunch.Lunch was at Duarte’s, a fabulous new restaurant already becoming well known for its clientele as well as its wonderful chef. Everyone at the table ordered drinks when the waiter came by. I tried to play it cool, ordering at champagne and casis. Tommy got a gin-and-tonic, where Sal and Teri went straight for the Stoli martinis.I sat between Teri and Tommy, half-listening to them banter back and forth while admiring the pale wood panelling and veiws of the financial district out the big windows at the front of the building. At one point, Tommy excused himself and I sipped my champagne, waiting for my seafood salad to arrive.”Your first time here?”I turned my head and Teri was looking at me. She had those big Audrey Hepburn eyes and a big mouth to go with them. She wore her makeup thick and dark, almost Goth-like.”Yeah, I’ve never been anywhere yet.”She smiled. “You’ll have to let me show you around sometime. Do you like to shop?”I sighed. “One of my passions.”She took a drink of her martini. I couldn’t call it a sip because she tilted her head back and filled her mouth before swallowing. Her eyes opened, already moistening at the corners.”Great. Mine, too. One of many.” She moved her hand off of her thigh and brushed my knee with her palm. I watched it. When I looked up, her eyes moved from my breasts to her martini glass.”Hey, did I miss anything?” Tommy slid into our booth. Teri’s hand left my knee.I decided to be bold. I took Teri’s hand beneath my own and placed it back on my knee, holding it there. “Not too much. Teri just invited me out for shopping this weekend.””Real-ly? That sounds like fun. Any men’s stores on the itinerary?”Teri blew out a thin stream of air as though releasing pressure. “Nope, just girl stuff, Tommy. You should come along next time, though. My father’s tailor would love to get his hands on you.”Tommy smiled thirty-two perfect teeth, then looked at me. “Oh, I bet he would. Probably give me a glove-like fit, though.”Teri laughed. “And if you play your cards right, a handsome discount.”Tommy looked down at his drink and spun it in his hand. “I’m not ready to play those cards just yet, Teri. But keep asking.” He lifted the gin and drank it down.I looked at Teri, who just kept smiling and winked at me.The waiter arrived with our food. I was ravenous and everything smelled amazingly good. Teri got a call halfway through her Penne Arrabiata and had to leave suddenly.She put on her coat, and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Don’t forget. This weekend.” Then, she hurried out the front doors, back to work.I finished my champagne and wondered whether to order another. I decided to play it safe as my head was already giddy and spinning just from meeting everyone.Sal was in a restless banter with the other two of our party across the table. Tommy leaned down to me. “Sorry, I didn’t say anything earlier, but you look so attractive in that outfit.”I whispered back. “Why, thank you, Mr. Jenner.”He chuckled. “When I first saw you in it… Oh, boy.”Now, it was my turn to smile. “What? Did you want to borrow it?”He looked right through me. “Not exactly.” He leaned forward on his elbows and whispered. “I was thinking more of ripping it off of you.”The corners of my lips curled upwards along with my eyebrows. If he had wanted to take me on the table, I’m positive that I wouldn’t have objected.His dimples popped out. “Or…something like that.”Excited, I squeezed my knees together. “Oh really? Wouldn’t that be a little odd for the workplace?”He smiled with his eyebrows high and looked around animatedly. “Not… From what I’ve heard.”I took my last bite of salad. “Oh, come now, you make Eddings sound like some kind of palace of debauchery.”Tommy got a very serious look. “Not a palace. More like, the executive office building of debauchery.”I snorted, trying not to choke on a tomato.”I like the way you laugh.””What, like a drowning flounder?” I finally swallowed, totally embarrassed.”I know a place that makes a great flounder. It has this amazing view of the Bay Bridge.”He’s asking me to dinner. After I finished breathing again, I smiled and folded my napkin, trying to rein in my brain. “Tonight?””Yes. Around eight-thirty?”I looked down, trying not to smile too big. “Okay. Sounds like fun.”* * *I spent the rest of the afternoon at work in a daze, seeing his toothy grin and dimples float in fronting in front of me. Constance was thankfully back in her closed meeting; otherwise, I would have never heard the end of it.Back at my apartment, David was out and I had the whole place to myself, which was great. I spent so much time running back and forth to the bathroom that if he had been there, it would’ve been a problem. I wanted to look like I was ready to get laid, but not over the top — not desperate. A professional woman who wants it. Yeah, that was it.I started with a silk brocade black dress, but decided it looked a little too brides-maid-y, if you know what I mean. Like I wouldn’t be the one getting any.It took me a while, but I finally decided on a layered approach to getting undressed later. Black garter and stockings with this perfect pair of panties from La Perla — high French cut with nylon see-though butt. I posed in my mirror and held my hair up. I swear I looked just like a lingerie model. Okay, but without the boobs. As usual, the top was easy, a black nylon fitted camisole.Right. I looked stunning with my clothes off, but what to wear over it? This took forever. I must have changed skirts and blouse combinations forty times. But after debating with myself for a while, I went with a chiffon top and the shortest black leather skirt I had. With its built-in belt, it wasn’t much more than a fringe on the belt, it was so short. Matching leather boots were the final element. All black, but for the lipstick — red and shiny. After I put it on, it made my lips look like wet paint. Now, for the contrast. Pearls. Good girls wear pearls. I got out my best pair of earrings and put them in. Added my pearl tennis bracelet and I was complete.In my bedroom, clothes littered the bed and back of the chair, but I looked great. I turned sideways and all the way around, admiring the effect in the mirror at the foot of my bed. I bent over and looked behind me. I could just see the top bands of my hose and the garter, but… Hmmm… I had an idea.I raised my skirt and pulled my panties off over the boots, throwing them on the bed. Then, I straightened, put my hands on my hips and looked in the mirror again. Nothing. You couldn’t notice. I turned around and bent over. Nothing. I’d have to fall down for him to know, but it sure made me feel sexy. That little bit of cool air at just the right…A key turned in the front door. “Hey! Gretta, you home? How’d it go with…?I walked out the door and posed at the top of the stair. David turned from shutting the door and started taking off his jacket, but froze midway. His mouth dropped open and his eyes were riveted to my legs. He slowly looked up to my face and snapped out of it.”Ho-ly shit!””Is that all you can say?”David stood up straight, still staring and swallowed once. “Gretta. You… You look… Incredible.” He exhaled, looking me up and down again.I smiled and spun around for him. “Do you really think so? I want to look just right.”As I turned around, David’s hurriedly stuffed his hands into his front pockets.”You look amazing, beautiful. You’d turn heads anywhere. I… Just right for what?” David looked me right in the eyes, suddenly very concerned.Grinning, I walked past him to the closet to get my coat. “I have a date tonight.” I said in my best sing-song voice.David followed my every move. “A date? Already? With this… This guy from work? What’s-his-name?”I pulled my overcoat out and got my gloves from the hall bureau. “His name is Tommy, and yes, we’re going to dinner.””That outfit looks a lot more like dessert to me.”I got my purse and keys from the kitchen counter and pinched David’s cheek. “If I’m lucky!” I turned my back and opened the door. “Don’t wait up.”As I closed it, I saw David standing there, his mouth open, his eyes bugging out of his head and a what-the-fuck-just-happened look on his face.I couldn’t have been more pleased.* * *Tommy picked me up right on time. He drove us to this wonderful little hotel right off the Embarcadero next to the Bay Bridge. It was one of those crisp, cool evenings with no fog in the air, where you can see all the lights of Berkeley and Oakland sprinkled on the water. Tommy was being a perfect gentleman and I felt great perched on his arm as we came in to be seated.Our table was at the back of the restaurant just off the hotel lobby with a great view of the bay and the bridge. Little round tables covered with white, floor-length cloths, silver settings and lighted candles. It was the essence of romance. The waiter approached a short Italian man with a big mustache. “May I take your coat, Madam?”I smiled, handing him my gloves. “Yes, thank you.” I untied the belt and pulled my lapels apart, watching Tommy. When my legs came into view, I swear he almost fell over the table. Glasses banged together and the salt and pepper toppled. I had to stifle a laugh.I handed my coat to the waiter, then tried to look concerned. “You okay?”Tommy finished taking off his overcoat. “Me? Oh. Yeah, yeah, fine. I just… Just caught my hand on the… The chair. Silly, really.””Oh, silly.” I smiled. The waiter pulled my chair out and I carefully sat down. I didn’t want to let the cat out of the bag just yet.Tommy’s eyes were eating me up. “I love the way you’re dressed.””Just something I threw together. I probably should have dressed warmer, though. It’s kind of chilly out tonight.” I pulled my shoulders back. My nipples were aching.Tommy eyes jumped back up to my face and smiled that smile from lunch — toothy, dimples. “If you want, I could sit closer.””Sure, that would be nice.”He scooted his chair around the corner of the table, so that his leg touched mine. “There we are, all cozy.”I picked up the menu. “Here, we can share. So, what’s good? ” I pushed the open menu towards Tommy. He took it and started talking about pasta-this and insaladé-that, escort kırklareli saying something about a Napa Valley chardonnay, but all I could do was melt, breathing in his floral cologne and watching him. I crossed my legs under the table, and a shiver run through me as I felt my labia slip over one another. My God, I was wet.”You cold?””Hardly. No. No, I’m okay, just excited.””Excited?””Yes.””Me, too.”I grinned broadly. “Really?””Absolutely, I’ve been hard every since you took off that coat.”I purred and lowered my eyelids. “You ha-ave…” I slipped my hand under the long tablecloth to the front of his trousers, pushing down with my fingers. Either he’d stuffed an overheated salami down there, or this was going to be an eventful evening.Tommy jumped. “Whoa.””Mmm… You weren’t k**ding.” I rubbed my palm slowly up the front of his wool slacks. “Nice material. Who does your tailoring?””If you’re offering, the job’s all yours.””All mine?” I pulled his zipper down as quietly as I could and pushed my fingers into his pants.Tommy looked around the restaurant at the nearby tables filled with chatting guests. “I’m… Not sure this is such a good…Oop!”I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock and squeezed. “Oh, you’re right. It’s not good, it’s great.”He moaned and pushed his hips forward. After a little jostling, I pulled him out through the fly, and began softly stroking him. “My, my, what a big boy.””Getting cozy, I see?”Tommy jumped again, frowning. Our Italian waiter was back.I had to hand it to him; Tommy was doing pretty well, trying to act normal. “Oh, uh… Hi.” He grabbed the menu and looked to me. “Mind if I order for both of us?””Go right ahead. I’m really hungry.” I licked my lips.Tommy swallowed hard and looked back at the menu. “We’ll both have the flounder and the Stag’s Leap Chardonnay, 1989.””Excellent choices, señor. Will you be ordering dessert or coffee later?”His cock throbbed in my hand. I slowly ran my palm over the crown.Tommy started to speak a couple of times, doing a serious imitation of a landed fish. “I seriously doubt it.”The waiter bowed and left.I stroked Tommy’s cock deliriously slowly. His flesh was burning hot and I must have been soaking the chair I was in by now. “The view of the bridge is quite lovely, don’t you think?”Tommy quickly glanced out the window and back to me again, breathing hard. “You know, if you keep this up… I’ll… I’ll be…””You’ll be… Spraying the table? Getting my hand all sticky? Sending your suit to the dry cleaners?”Tommy tensed up and closed his eyes. “All the above.”I moved my hand down to the base of his penis and squeezed. Instantly, his eyes flew open.”Oh, no. Not yet. I’ve got big plans for that later.”Tommy took a breath. “Big… Big plans?”I leaned over and kissed his cheek, whispering very slowly, “Big, — tight — hot — wet — plans.” I took his hand from gripping his chair and moved it under the table. He moaned.As his hand slid over my legs, I uncrossed them and spread my knees apart. “Here’s a little preview.” I pushed his hand under my skirt to my very wet pussy, and closed my thighs around it.As his fingertips tentatively brushed my labia, I sucked in air between my teeth.The waiter chose that precise moment to bring the food.With a flourish of laying the plates in front of us and a big ‘Bon Appetito,” he smiled and stood back, waiting for us to appreciate the chef’s fine work. Tommy looked at him with a glazed look. “Can we… Have it to go, please?”* * *Fifteen very hurried minutes later, we crashed through Tommy’s apartment door, throwing clothes this way and that. I had my tongue in his mouth, pressing him against the apartment door the moment it shut.I shrugged out of my overcoat, never leaving his mouth and grabbed his hips, pulling them to mine.Panting and moaning, we were both on fire. I slid off his mouth and kissed down his neck while my hands in true blind man’s bluff fashion unbuckled his belt.Breathing like a sprinter, Tommy watched me sink lower onto his chest. “Wouldn’t it be better…on… the bed… bedroom?”I grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flew everywhere. His chest had this reddish-brown tuft to it. I love a hairy chest. “Nice chest.” I bit down on one of his nipples as my hands sank into the front of his trousers.Tommy breathed hard twice, then started unbuttoning my blouse. He got to the third button, and I pulled it off over my head. His palms settled on my breasts and I fell to my knees.I looked up at him from the floor. “Now, I get to see it.” I pulled his zipper down.His thumbs found my nipples, and my mouth dropped open in an “O” as air rushed out of it.My fishing hands unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off his hips, revealing silk boxers tented invitingly to my left. I grinned up at Tommy and grabbed him through the material. “I love silk, don’t you?”His voice rose an octave. “After tonight, it’s all I’m wearing.”Tommy pulled on the straps holding up my cami, and I raised my arms for him to pull it off.The satin slid past my head and I was topless. I looked up at Tommy, not knowing if he’d be put off by my lacking upper body, but his eyes spoke otherwise.”Oh, my God. Your nipples. They’re beautiful.”I didn’t have to look. They’d been throbbing all evening. I knew they were hard and puffy. I put my hands underneath, leaned back on my knees and pushed up my little boobs. “You like? You buy?”He reached for me. “Get up here. I’ve got to suck on those.”But I pushed him away. “Not yet, big boy. If there’s any sucking to be done…”I pushed his hard cock over to the opening of his boxers. It sprung free from the material and angled up towards his belly. A big blue vein ran down the side and the crown was shiny and purple as though it had been molded out of velvet. I looked at the sensitive “V” underneath the crown’s rim and a shiver ran through my legs. “What a beautiful cock.” I grabbed it in both hands and leaned in, running my tongue up the underside of the shaft, licking it like a Popsicle.Tommy stiffened and banged his head back against the door. I don’t think he noticed, though.I pulled his cock down to my mouth and pointed my tongue, running it all around the head. His musky scent immediately filled my mouth and nose. I licked my hand and started jacking the shaft up and down.”You don’t mind if I spend a little time down here, do you? This might take a while.”Tommy shook his head emphatically and even gave me a “thumbs up.” I laughed.Opening my mouth wide, I slide as much of his meat into my mouth as I could. His cock bumped the upper back of my mouth and I sucked the air out of my mouth, closing my lips around his penis.Somewhere above me, I heard a low moan and felt fingers in my hair. I began to run Tommy’s cock in and out, savoring the texture of it, brushing past my lips. I thought for a moment and looked down. My red lipstick was painted all over his shaft in front of me. I wanted this to be the best cocksucking he’d ever had, so that if he ever wanted more, he’d know where to find it.I pulled him out of my mouth and ran his cockhead over the flat of my tongue in little circles. My other hand found his balls and cupped them, gently palming them back and forth.I looked up, and Tommy was panting now. His cock was as hard as it was going to get and I needed it… Needed it spreading my pussy open.I leaned back and put his cock in both my hands, slowly but firmly stroking it.”Tommy?””Ye…yeah?””Do you want to fuck me now?””Ohhh…””My pussy is dripping down my legs. I think it needs something to plug it up. Can you help me?””Oh, God…””I’m going to stand up and bend over that table over there, and I want you to shove this big –fat — cock in me and spread me open, baby. That okay?”He nodded quickly. I rocked back on my heels and was just sliding my breasts along his cock, when I felt it. The first jet of cum hit my shoulder. I looked down. “What…?”The second sprayed across my tits, followed in quick succession by one over my stomach and one on my skirt. Tommy started moaning and apologizing.”Oh, shit, I’m sorry. I just got too excit… Oh God!”As I backed away from the b**st, three more shots peppered my skirt, legs and boots. Tommy sank sideways, leaning against the door jam, breathing heavily. A long dollop of cum hung from the end of his cock. I looked down. I was coated with splotches of sperm from my tits to the floor. Some of it was running down my arms and legs, but the biggest blob was on the front of my skirt. I couldn’t wipe it off, because cum was on my hands, too.I laughed. He gave a weak smile. “Tommy, where’s your bathroom?”He pointed to the right. “First door on the left.”I kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”I walked down the hall and flicked the light on in the bathroom. I found some hand towels next to the mirror. I was a mess! Damn, that boy must’ve saved this up for a month!I cleaned up and was a little worried about my skirt, but what the hell. I finished getting the last blob off of my hose and walked back into the front room. Soft music was playing, the fireplace was burning and Tommy was lying face down on the sofa.Still in my boots and skirt, I sat down next to him and ran my hand up his back. “Hey, baby, I brought you a towel.” No response. I pushed at his shoulder. “Tommy?” Nothing. “Baby, what’s wrong?” I patted the side of his face. He moaned and rolled to his right. “I’m sorry. Just so… So tired. I can’t…” He fell asleep.I was puzzled. My forehead wrinkled as I thought. I sat upright and looked around the room. I looked back down at the big, handsome guy. He snorted once, then started snoring. Snoring?I got mad. I slapped him on the butt. “Hey!”He stopped snoring for a second and rolled his face into a throw pillow.I turned away from him. Did all he want was a fucking blowjob?I looked down at my body and ran my palms over my nipples. I clinched as a tingling flew down my front and straight into my pussy as I caressed myself. I pulled my skirt back. My pussy was pink and swollen, the inner lips spreading over the outer like little wings. I was dripping. I ran a finger along the lips and thrust my knees together, fighting against the sudden electric sensations that danced up and down my legs. The pad of my finger found my spot underneath my clit and made a tight, little circle. My ears felt hot. I watched my finger tease me for a few moments, ringing my clit with exquisite sensations. My heart thrummed against my ribs until I felt like I could hear ringing in my ears. A warmth spread up from my hips to my stomach like a blush, cruising slowly through my body. I straightened and pinched a nipple with my free hand. I moaned and breathed out hotly, closing my eyes.Tommy snorted, rolled to his other side and started snoring loudly again.Snoring? When my eyes opened they were looking at the ceiling, and I was angry again. Looking down at my skirt up around my hips and my hands on myself, and I felt ridiculous. I stood up and gathered my things, throwing them on as quickly as I could. I grabbed my purse and put my over coat on, not bothering to button it and opened the door to the hall.Tommy was still snoring on the sofa. I stood there for a moment, fuming, then I wriggled my butt at him. “You’re loss, asshole!”I slammed his door as hard as I could, hearing something fall and shatter as I strode down the hall. I called a cab and waited outside on the curb.