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Monday-Tuesday, December 1st- 2nd – In Between
Maja walked into the kitchen, dressed for school but with her slippers still on. Her eyes were a bit swollen and she was definitely suffering from the short night but she was smiling too.
"What's for breakfast? Do I smell bacon?"
"That's it. Bacon. We're having bacon for breakfast."
"Good." And she sat at the table. "Can I have coffee?"
"We'll talk to your mom about that. A little young for coffee, don't you think?"
"She lets me. Sometimes."
"Alright. When she comes out we'll see if this is one of those times. You sleep ok?"
"Too short. I could stay home if my history teacher would let me," pleading.
"Not going to happen. Your history teacher is too tough for that."
"What if I gave up some state secrets? Can you be bribed?"
"I might have a price. What kind of state secrets?"
"Stuff my mom said." Oh oh. This could be dangerous.
"Try me."
"My mom says you are super solid and she likes that."
"I kind of figured that."
"Not good enough, huh?"
"You can do better."
"When you talk with her on the phone she brushes her hair and wiggles her toes."
"I'm not sure what the significance of that is."
"She only does that when she's thinking about stuff that makes her happy."
"Good to know. I'm a bit more expensive than that, though. All you get is breakfast," I said, serving her scrambled eggs and bacon with some coffee.
"Coffee!"
"Shhhh. You're on the dark side now. You have to learn prudence."
"Right. Coffee!" sotto voce. A quick study. Slurpee, sipping sounds.
"Hey." Elsa emerged from the guestroom, ready for the day. I pretended that she hadn't just taken my breath away again, which was definitely an Oscar performance.
"What are you two conspiring about out here? Coffffffeeee? You gave my precious little child coffee?" she said in mock unbelief.
"I told him it was OK." My dark side confidant.
"Hummph. Not sure I like you going over to the dark side." I motioned her to sit and served up a plate.
"You heard that?" My confidant was still being surprised by her mom's ability to be a mom. Elsa nodded as she sipped her own coffee. "Of course. Moms have x-ray hearing."
"Vision. X-ray vision. You don't have x-ray hearing. What else did you hear?" Now, a little worried that she'd given away the keys.
Elsa smiled at me over the top of her coffee. The all-knowing smile. "I'll never tell."
Maja finished and took her plate to the sink, thanked me for breakfast and set about to finish getting ready.
"He's a real piece of work, you know that. Just a real piece of work."
"I know. Two more days and then he's got no reason to mess with you."
"No. You're right. I don't know why I thought I knew him."
"It's what he does. He's practiced. I don't think he's had practice at what he's up against now."
"But still. I'll be glad when our divorce is final and he's in jail."
"You should probably stay here until his criminal case is over."
"You think? A day or two?"
"Maybe more. You can't be too careful."
"No. Can't be too careful. What, exactly were you talking about with my little princess?"
"Stuff. Student – teacher stuff. Sort of confidential."
"Uh huh." She stood and pushed her chair back, took her plate to the sink and then turned to face me. She stepped close to me and pulled me down for a kiss. A real one. Not a peck on the cheek. I put my arms around her and held her close and she clamped her hands and forearms against my back. It was nice. It lasted. She tasted more like honey than bacon. She let go of the kiss and then we held each other quietly. No words. None necessary.
"Ahem," from the doorway.
"Ahem, yourself," from the mom. "We're talking about your grades."
"From here it looks like you're talking about someone else's grades." I could see Maja smiling.
"Passing. We'll work on it." Passing? Working on it sounded good.
"Great. Can we go to school now?" A kid ready for school. Go figure.
Franco knocked at the side door and I let him in as Elsa disappeared for last minute preparation stuff. Whatever women do. Franco had a huge mug and I offered to freshen it but he was good. For a few minutes we had the kitchen to ourselves.
"Damn, Danny. That is one fine woman. Whatever you got yourself into must be worth it."
"You already have a fine woman and you got your hug last night. Glad you were here. I'll give you the bigger story later."
A minute later the four of us gathered in the kitchen to go over our plans. I would take Maja to school and Franco would follow Elsa to work Monday and Tuesday and then the courthouse on Wednesday. Monday and Tuesday went as expected, with the exception that Bonkers continued to get far more attention than he'd gotten used to. By Wednesday morning my little cottage definitely seemed little.
Wednesday, December 3rd – It's Final
I planned to get a substitute for Wednesday but Elsa thought it would be best if I didn't. She had a point. My appearance at court couldn't add anything. At 11:00 Am I received a text – "Alex a no-show. Judge signed. It's over. Am officially signal." Spell check. Pretty sure that was supposed to be single. Total relief. I finished the day and headed home. On the way I got another text – "My place, please", a simple adjustment. I continued down Palm.
I knocked on the front and Elsa peeked out from behind the door. "Just checking to make sure you're alone. Wait here. I'll call you in a minute." And she closed the door. What was going on? I wanted to hear about her court appearance and what the judge said, if anything. Did he just sign the paper and that's it or was there more to it?
"Come in," loudly and I did. I walked in and headed for the kitchen, where I could usually find her but she wasn't there. And the sliding glass door to the deck was closed. I couldn't remember that before and especially not with the blinds closed. The lights weren't their typical sunlight bright but rather a warm glow. Norah Jones was on, softly. What?
"Have a seat in the living room. Your chair." Yes, I had a chair. Actually, I had appropriated a very comfortable chair and I fell into it and closed my eyes.
"I went shopping in Virginia. It's fashion show time," again from the bedroom. This was new but hey, a model doing a fashion show. What could be better? I settled in for the duration.
Elsa came out of the bedroom in a full length parka with a fur hood. She clutched the lapels at her neck with one hand and had the other tucked into a pocket. She had the Nordic look. She walked "the runway" in front of me to the back of the house, near the door to the deck. She had that vacant model look, eyes above the crowd. I knew she was a different kind of model; a model for stills rather than a runway model but she was convincing. She reached the back and did a quick turn to show off the parka, then released her grip on the lapels. When she did, it dropped to the floor. Beneath it was a mid-thigh length red satin kimono style robe. I was instantly and totally alert. All of me was alert. I started to get out of my chair and she dropped the model aloofness for a second and wagged her finger at me. I sat back down. Her hair was down and slightly wavy. She had the telling scent of gardenias. Bvulgari perfume, my favorite. The robe showed off her legs. I hadn't seen this much leg before. They were legs I would expect on a dancer; tan, lean, slim but very toned from years of playing tennis. She had a tiny birthmark on her left thigh but otherwise flawless. I could live with a tiny birthmark.
She walked past me, fast, confident; her hips performing that fashion model swivel. The kind of swivel that drives men crazy. The kind of swivel that put the world in focus. She walked back past me toward the bedroom. Her breasts tented the robe so that I could see a hint of their shape, the lapels of the robe crossing in front. I was an instant wreck. As she walked past I know she heard me gasp "oh my god." I started to rise, started to follow her but without looking back she wagged her finger at me. I was salivating but considered myself extraordinarily restrained. I took my shoes and socks off, and she disappeared into the bedroom presumably to change. I figured I'd give her two minutes tops and I was going in.
When people are excited, anxious or afraid, there are dozens of physiological changes that happen. Most people are familiar with the adrenaline dump that leads to what some call the fight or flight syndrome. There are many more affects. I knew from personal experience that I get audio exclusion; I don't hear anything more than about 15 feet away. The sounds of Norah Jones were gone. For me, time seems to slow down. I feel like I have more time to observe and decide than normally. That was happening now.
With 10 seconds to spare she came back out wearing a sheer blue slip with blue panties and bra underneath. Through the slip I could see a soft shoulder to hip V; lats a bit more well developed on a woman than normal. Her collar bones begged me to start there and trace up her neck, fully exposed with her hair back. The top of the slip dipped low and her modest cleavage begged me to visit. Her stomach, her warm stomach, was flat. She didn't have a six-pack but it looked like it wouldn't take a lot of effort on her part to get one. Very inviting. The curve of her hips and the v of her legs; wow. I thought my estimation of her measurements were off. Her hips were bigger or her waist was smaller than I had thought. It didn't matter which to me; she was curvy. The slip was so sheer and it drew my eyes to the patches of material covering what I still couldn't see. She was driving me crazy. Again, she walked past me, paused for the audience and turned. The slip had a slit that flew open when she turned exposing her panties beneath. She walked past me again, closer this time and I'm sure I picked up a hint of something more than Bvulgari.
"I'm being really, really good," I said as the door closed. Red then blue. The next would be white hot and there wouldn't be anything after that, even if there was. Whatever she wore next would be in my hand in moments. While she was changing I readjusted my slacks that had become uncomfortably tight. I loosened the top two buttons of my shirt as breathing had become more of a challenge and I discovered a bead of sweat on my upper lip. She was destroying me. I waited two minutes and she wasn't back. I would wait one more. I knew I was leaking pre-cum too. I was a mess.
The door opened but she didn't come out. Agony. Finally, she stepped out wearing white bra and panties. Only a white bra and panties. The lacy white bra was strapless and had the smallest clasp in front and, although she was small, the bra pushed her breasts up and over the top of their lace exposing soft, inviting flesh. Her shape was wonderful; the handfuls I had felt on the fishing boat were now being kept in check by the smallest, sheerest fabric. I thought they would overflow a margarita goblet but the shape was similar. For the first time I could see her areolas, almost chocolate brown with nipples just smaller than an eraser standing at attention. The room was not cold. She was as excited as I was. Her panties. How do I begin? The triangle wouldn't cover a playing card. Three thin strings on each side stretched tight to hold it in place just barely covering her mound. Normal panties would have a gap from her mound to her hips but these panties hugged that mound. I wanted to hug that mound. And because she was so thin, her mound and her breasts both seemed larger, more pronounced. I wanted to be those panties. I was jealous of her panties. My eyes didn't know where to go. Although she walked past me slowly it was still too fast, I thought. Because when she passed me, I could see that her panties weren't panties at all but a thong. It's when she passed me that I noticed her tan lines – multiple tan lines. Tennis short and top tan lines and bikini top tan lines. I liked those tan lines. I was seeing what no one else had. Her ass was well rounded and I thought she missed the opportunity to model for Buns of Steel because she had them. Absolutely no jiggle when she walked by. I wanted to sink my teeth into them. I wanted to bend her over and sink something else into them. She was made for this fashion show. She was made for sex. She was made for me and I wanted her.
I was done watching the show. If there was more, I didn't care. A man's got to know his limitations. She was walking past me very closely and I simply grabbed her wrist and pulled her down into my lap. She gave up the model aloofness, smiled and turned to kiss me almost as soon as she landed. I bit her lip and sucked it into my mouth and she bit back. My hands wrapped around her and I engulfed her in my embrace. Her tongue teased across my lips and she must have tasted the sweat on my lip she had caused. She nibbled again. My hands dropped down to her bra, to the tiny clasp and she broke the kiss as I did.
"Anything you want. Any way you want it," she said in a breathy voice that let me know that whatever I wanted I would have to want it soon.
Her bra loose, I pulled it off and leaned back to look. Her areolas were such a wonderful chocolate color and the nipples tight. Tiny Goosebumps of Montgomery's glands surrounded them, begging to be touched, stimulated. I wanted to suck them into my mouth but I waited. I teased. I cupped them in my hands, caressing what was now mine.
"They are beautiful. Like little chocolates. I love chocolate. Babe, your breasts, your nipples are mouthwatering. You have the most beautiful, most desirable breasts in the world."
She cooed. I cupped them and licked my lips and she arched her back a bit, offering them to me. I held her back with my right hand and explored with my left. I caressed the underside of her right breast, hefted it and then squeezed it gently and I watched her body respond. She moaned and I looked into her eyes with lust. She licked her lips and squirmed, trying to push her nipple into my hand. Not yet. I released it and slid my hands down her right side, feeling the wonderful curve of her hip, then around behind her again. I ran my hands up her neck and caressed the line of her jaw then back behind her ears. She tilted her head down to expose her neck to me, to surrender to me. I pulled her to me and kissed her lightly on the lips then worked my way down to her neck, nibbling behind her ear. I could tell immediately that her neck was a hot spot. I slid my right hand down to her hip and then underneath to cup her ass. I squeezed it gently and then harder. Each time pulling her slightly tighter and closer to me.
I slid both of my hands up to her neck and held it firmly, then pushed her back. I descended on her breasts with my mouth. I took nearly her entire right breast into my mouth and sucked on it hard, hold tension on it, vacuuming it without touching the nipple. She groaned at that and I switched sides, repeating the process. Holding her breast tight with my mouth, clamped on, warming it. I circled my tongue along the very bottom of her breast and then licked the entire bottom of her breast with the flat of my tongue. I swirled my tongue around her nipple but avoided it, teasing her, teasing it to become even more erect, if that were possible. Chocolate. I wanted chocolate but I held back. I switched again and when I did she groaned again. Again I repeated the process but I finished by flicking her nipple with my tongue, two, three, four quick flicks and then I switched breasts again. I repeated, giving each breast the same treatment but after four quick flicks of my tongue, I nipped it with my lips, tugging on it. I switched back and this time I sucked on the nipple and flicked it with my tongue at the same time. Finally, I took her right nipple into my mouth first with my lips and then just my teeth. I held it gently with my teeth and flicked it with my tongue quickly.
"You are driving me crazy." I knew that. Her breathing was ragged and I could see her chest flush with excitement and desire. Her hips began to rock forward at me. "Danny, I want you inside me. We've waited long enough." Out of breath. Panting, almost.
"Soon. Soon." I wanted to explore her completely. I began to stand and lifted her with me. She hopped up and wrapped her legs around me at the stomach, clenching behind my back. I grabbed the throw blanket and a cushion from the couch as we walked by. With her hands on my shoulders and our eyes locked, I walked her to the chest kitchen high counter that separated it from the living room. I kicked one of the barstools out of the way and stepped close. I tossed the blanket on the counter and then the cushion and I sat her on the edge. "Lift. These come off," I said, tugging at her thong. "Beautiful, packaging but now I want the prize."
She lifted herself to free her thong and I tugged it off. Rather than toss it, I held it to my nose and inhaled deeply. They were soaked and the scent of her arousal was rich, intoxicating. She smiled to think I would enjoy that. I put my hands behind her and pulled her back, to lay her down on the counter, glad for its width. I lifted her legs, positioning them over my shoulders. She smiled at me, at the attention I was lavishing on her. She smiled at what she knew I was going to do, how I was going to make her feel better than she already did. She smiled because a man who loved her so deeply was going to show her so thoroughly.
Her pussy was just barely covered with wispy blonde hair. The light color and the sparseness hid nothing. She was hot and she was moist and she needed satisfaction.
"You're beautiful babe. You look delicious and I am hungry."
"Don't make me wait any more. Please. Danny," pleading.
I turned my head and kissed her leg at the knee, and then the other. My hands caressed the outside of her thighs, then the back, gently but firmly. I slid my hands down to her ass and then slipped them under her. My thumbs traced the inside crease of her legs and I gently pulled to spread her – just a little. My kisses were coming faster and I approached more quickly. The scent of her desire was heady, demanding. Finally my mouth surrounded her, sucked her in completely. Holding her in my mouth, my tongue traced the outside of her labia, courting the edges of her sex. She groaned when I did so. I held the tension, enjoyed what I was doing to her.
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