chapter seventeen
HE HELPED her on with her leather coat with real fur trim, he then put on his own jacket. She wore a short, two-inches above the knee black leather skirt and a black polo neck light cashmere sweater, showing off all her curves, her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders. She looked so good. He again admired her style of dress. His favorite color red lipstick and nails were a perfect match against the black. She looked impeccable with not too much make-up.
"You look beautiful." He said with a smile.
"Thank you darling. Just for you." She remarked shyly.
After her final quick check in the mirror, They were good to go, leaving the comfort of the apartment to the dull, dismal world of the badly lit stairwell just the other side of her apartment door. Such a transformation.
THEY were just about to go out of the door when the phone rang. It was Yana, she wanted to know if Natalya wanted to meet up later for dinner in Riga. She agreed for about eight-thirty. He felt that Yana wanted to check him out to see if he was right for her best friend. Should be an interesting evening he thought to himself, he was wondering when he would get to meet Yana.
"I want you to meet Yana, my best friend. She's been taking care of me. You'll like her."
"Sure, what time are we meeting?"
"Eight thirty in Riga."
"Great, that will be nice. I'm looking forward to meeting her."
Just before two pm, they were ready to leave and head for the beach to get some fresh air into their lungs. His thighs ached after their constant battering over the past twelve hours. But he was happy. Time was going by so quickly.
They got into her red Mercedes, he couldn't help but notice as she sat on the black leather driving seat, her skirt rode high exposing her long slender legs and black stocking covered thighs. This is the stuff men dream about he thought to himself and she was here right in front of him.
She was quiet when she was driving. The music making the sounds. She was lost in her thoughts about so many things. But mainly on one thing. She was happy. He made her feel like a woman again, she felt freed from her past, without restriction. She could be herself in his company and that made her smile contentedly.
“What are you thinking about?” He inquired.
“You.” She said with a cheeky warm smile.
“I'm also thinking about you too.” he commented.
He reached over and squeezed her black stocking covered thigh.
"I love it when you touch me." She responded.
"I can't help myself, you are so beautiful."
She smiled at him. He had such a sensitive touch as if energy flowed through his hands and fingers. Her legs opened slightly as she continued to observe the road ahead.
He knew when, how and where to touch her to send the right signals to her brain.