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Rendezvous Ch. 01

By: Camacie



I had already called Luke and gave him the instructions, to be at the hotel at 7 p.m. sharp, there would be a key at the front desk. To come alone and drink a little before he arrived. 

Brittany had prepared the Jacuzzi bathtub with bubbles and scented oil. I had set up candles around the queen size bed; I laughed to myself as I finished lighting them. Luke had no idea what he was in for. We had joked about threesomes a couple of times, but never really had a serious discussion about it. 

I grabbed another round of drinks and joined Brittany in the Jacuzzi. "Every thing is going as planned. He should be here soon. Bottoms up!" I said as I handed her another drink. Brittany was already in the tub. She looked sexy sitting there in the tub full of bubbles and her dark hair pulled up and curled. She had a couple of candles in the bathroom and some music playing on the radio.

I untied my robe and let it slide off my shoulders on to the floor, then slowly entered the warm water. As I sat in front of the tiny brunette, she ran the sponge over my shoulders and small mounds. We sat in the tub giggling from the effect of the alcohol, when I heard Luke's voice "Sammy?"

"In here Luke." As he walked into the room the look on his face was priceless, he focused his eyes on our naked bodies and roaming hands.

I gave him a smile and a quick wink. "Don't say anything, just take your clothes off and sit down." Without hesitation his clothes were on the floor. Luke sat and watched as Brittany and I kissed and washed each other, with the flame of the candle dancing our reflections on the wall. 

Brittany leaned her petite body forward and whispered in my ear, "This is going to be fun!" "Your turn." She said motioning for Luke to come join us. His member was swollen with need and dripping with precum in anticipation of the treat he was about to receive.

We admired his toned naked body, as he lowered himself into the tub between us. Luke was very handsome, his dark hair framing his face and his dark brown eyes sparkled with anticipation. 

I turned to face him, lacing my legs over his and onto Brittany's. I pulled his body closer so I could feel his hard cock brush against my shaven lips. He had the most beautiful cock; long and thick, and he knew how to make me want it.

We ran the sponges over his back and chest, caressing and kissing him as his hands roamed our bodies. Luke's mouth moved back and forth between us, kissing and sucking our lips. Brittany had a hold of his engorged cock, stroking her small hand up and down his shaft. 

Luke slid forward as Brittany helped him into my inviting pussy. Brittany pulled my legs back towards her, as his dick slid further in my sex. Luke gripped the back of my head as he fingered Brittany's hot pussy. I slid up onto his lap, the water from the tub splashed on to the floor and walls, as I bounce up and down on his eight-inch cock.

Luke had his arm wrapped around my back, and pulled me down to meet his plundering cock. He pulled me close, pressing my tits against his chest. "Maybe we should move to the bed?" Luke whispered, his warm breath in my ear, made my body tingle even more. He drug his lips and hot breath down my neck and kissed my collarbone.

"Good idea." I moaned not wanting to stop. But we did need more room to move around.

We took turns drying each other off, running the towels slowly our excited skin and bodies. Luke teased our erect nipples with the rough material, as we stroked and dried off his cock. Brittany stroked him as we walked over to the bed. 

We dropped our towels, and stood naked at the side of the bed in the soft candlelight. " Lay down." I instructed as I pulled my blonde hair down, letting it fall to the middle of my back. Luke lay down in the middle of the bed; Brittany pulled his legs further apart. She started kissing up his long legs, her hands roamed up his thick thighs and over his ass. I positioned myself by his head on my hands and knees. I began kissing him, Luke ran his tongue playfully in and out of my mouth.

Brittany slid her tongue up his thigh to his balls and took them in her sucking, moaning mouth. I worked my way down his neck, and chest, running my mouth down his tight stomach to meet her. I took his cock into my mouth, as she licked and sucked his balls. Luke rocked his hips up as I brought my head down, pumping his cock faster into my mouth. I took as much as I could in my mouth as he squirted his warm cum down my throat.

"You missed some." Brittany said as she leaned forward and licked a drop off my lips. As we began kissing; she pulled me closer so our breasts rubbed against each other. I reached back and untied her hair; Brittany's dark curls fell past her shoulders and rested on her breasts. Luke's hands were exploring both of our bodies. He had his strong fingers working in and out of our wet cunts as he watched us, kissing and touching each other. 

" Brittany, why don't you come sit on my cock, and baby come sit on my face." She lowered herself down on his thick cock, taking as much as she could in her tight hole. I sat on his face facing her as she bounced up and down on his shaft. We embraced, kissing frantically, as he licked my wet slit. I could feel the vibrations of his moans on my swollen lips. His tongue was working fast in and out of my pussy, matching her rhythm. Brittany reach back and grabbed Luke's tight balls massaging them firmly in her hands.

Luke worked his tongue aggressively in and out of my canal, stopping to suck and nibble on my clit. I met his tongue as I rocked back and forth on his face, cumming from the intensity of their touch. I rolled off to his side and watch Brittany hop up and down on his long cock, she was moaning and screaming his name. She lay back rubbing her clit as her orgasm took over.

Luke worked his fast fingers deep inside my cunt as he pounded into her. She bent down and kissed my small breast, circling my nipples with her tongue, squeezing and twisting my breasts. Luke sent his load of hot cum into her box. They worked my body until my cunt spasmed once again. My body trembled as I came in Luke's mouth. 

We lay back on the bed, and began laughing at what had just happened. Luke leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips. " I didn't think anything like this could happen to me." He said out of breath.

"Well get use to it, because we have the room all night!" Brittany said smiling. " And it looks like you're ready for another round." She said as she ran her fingers down the length of his hard cock, and grabbed the oil from the nightstand.

Chapter Two cumming soon...

Rendezvous Ch. 01



You are out enjoying a stroll through the deep forest, it is the middle of spring and the flowers are starting to bloom and fill the air with their pungent yet sweet scent. The weather is unseasonably warm. You know it is dangerous to be out alone in the forest, where monsters are known to roam, but when you see the perfect blue waters, still and clear you cannot resist.

You quickly strip off all your clothes allowing your beautiful skin access to the warm air and the sun tingling against your naked breasts. Your nipples tighten and stiffen as a breeze wafts by. You dive into the water leaving your clothes strewn about behind you.

“Simply stunning!” You hear a voice call from above. You look up but see no one.

“Who… Who’s there?” You call out visibly frightened and trying to cover yourself in the crystal waters of the lake.

“There is no need to try to cover up. I have already seen everything and if I wanted to do anything forceful to you, I assure you I have had ample opportunity. And please believe me, you would not have been able to stop me.”

“Who are you?” You ask again not bothering to try to hide yourself from the voice’s gaze any longer, “and what do you want from me?”

“As to the first question, well I am who I am and as to the second, well I should think that would be rather obvious. You are after all a beautiful woman standing naked in a lake. What man wouldn’t want to hold you in his arms and make you feel things you have doubtless only dreamt of.”

“If that is truly what you want then show yourself! I tire of these games”

“Such a pity, for the games are what makes it all the more enjoyable… Very well…” I appear floating towards you from out of the trees and drop the phony accent. “Recognize me now my Love?”

“Why you…. I’ll get you for that…. You scared the life out of me!”

“And for that m’dear I do apologize but I was traveling through the forest and saw you through the bramble, so I followed you to the lake, and when you stripped down to nothing I couldn’t help myself.”

“Well are you going to join me or are you just going to watch?”

“I thought I would just watch for a while, it has been entirely too long, and I fear I may have forgotten what best gives you the pleasure I so long to deliver unto you.”

“You want to watch do you? And just what would you like to see?” You ask slyly as you slowly stroke your breasts tweaking each nipple until it becomes unbelievably firm, good enough to eat.

“Was it this? Or perhaps this?” You call out as your fingers reach down to stroke your pussy lips parting them with one finger while another stroke your clit. Looking up you can see that I have stopped hovering and have landed on the shore not far from where you are swimming. 

“An excellent start my Love but I have a few new spells that I think will be fun for you to experience as well.” I dive into the water and quickly swim out to you, wrapping you tightly in my arms.

“Gods but I’ve missed you. If only I hadn’t been away training so damned hard. But I have a feeling that all that training is about to pay off.”

I cast out the levitation spell and lift you from the waters. Holding you tightly to me you can feel my hardness pressing against your leg. You start writhing against rubbing your soft nether lips against my leg in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pressures that have been building in you since I first revealed myself to you.

“Not Yet Dearest. There is still much I have left to show and do to you, before we proceed on to that.”

I start to slowly chant under my breath weaving my hands in distinct patterns as you hold tightly to my neck kissing my chest and licking at my neck and ears. I release the spell into the waters of the lake causing them to turn into a soft gelatin like substance.

“You know you really shouldn’t tease me like that while I’m casting m’dear you never know what might have happened if I had mispronounced a syllable.”

I lower us onto the now semi-solid lakes surface; the texture and resilience are fascinating to you as you slowly try to walk on it. 

“I don’t think so.” I say as I tackle you into the slippery substance. “One more part of this spell to try out. I think you will enjoy this as well.” I roll you onto your stomach and enact the second part of the spell attuning it specifically to you. The gelatin starts vibrating underneath you causing you to writhe in pleasure. 

But to your great dismay, the pleasure only builds to almost the climax point but then stops and backs off until you have cooled down. The vibrations focus in on your tits and pussy and particularly around your clit.

“Let Me CUM!!!” You scream out in desire.

“Just a moment Dear One, now is the time for me to have some fun with you.” I roll you over once again this time onto your back as I decrease my own density to less than that of the gelatin, allowing myself to slide mostly underneath the surface, leaving only my hands and head above it. I pull you towards me, slowly kissing and sucking my way up your delicious legs. I spend some time lavishing around on your inner thighs, until once again you are writhing.

“Oh Good Goddess!” You moan. “Please just do it, stop teasing me and please just do it!” You beg me . “Hmmmm and how about this my Love?” I draw you even closer to me pulling your pussy into my mouth. My tongue flicks and deep drives itself, over and over again. 

After a half hour of solid licking and gently sucking on your extended lips, I find the hard of your clit with my teeth and nip and suck it as my finger drives deeply into you, hooking slightly to rub against the interior wall. Another joins it, the two fingers working sometimes in concert and sometimes separately as I continue to suck your clit. 

You thrash as sweat escapes every pore of your body as you scream out to the Gods and Goddess of lust and desire, feeling my mouth consume you. Your eyes flutter as you fall into a sudden dream, the power of your cumming too much for you to remain conscious.

I rise up from the lake and lift you gently to the shore. Casting another spell I return the lake to pure water and leave you sleeping gently on the shores. When you awaken, you think you must have dreamed the whole episode, and yet there is a wonderful tingling in your pussy and you reach down to find a small bit of the gelatin still vibrating madly against you.

“That was no dream then. But where did he go?” You ask yourself quietly. I am now hiding in the trees nearby, watching over you and making sure that nothing happened while you were so peacefully resting. 

I come out of the trees walking now, no longer wanting to expend any energy on the flight mode I so prefer. There are so many more pleasurable things to use that energy on I think to myself as I walk silently through the forest shadowing your every move.


That night you are lying in bed thinking back on the wonderful experiences of the day and you feel yourself starting to get very aroused. You masturbate yourself to a terrific orgasm and promptly fall asleep. You dream of the day in all its glory and you awaken at the point that you feel asleep earlier, just as the massive orgasm struck. Yet for some reason it seems to be happening again.

You look down and notice an odd lump in the outline of the sheets covering you, and quickly pull them off revealing me naked and once again sucking your cunt to a glorious orgasm. 

“You didn’t think that was it did you?” I asked as I took a breath before diving back between your legs. 

You cum once more and then drag me up your body to lie down on top of you. I kiss you with all the pent up passion of months away from you, and slide back down to take your nipples into my mouth and suck and nibble on them before sliding back up to bite at your neck and ear lobes. 

You once again feel my hard cock throbbing against your leg, and this time refuse to let me escape. You wiggle your hips and legs until you feel me slide into you. We both groan in delight as your hot, wet cunt grips my rock hard cock and draws it deeper within. I pump my hips and you swivel yours. We both know it won’t be long and we seek to slow down and make it last longer, but neither of us can resist speeding up. 

Both of us groan with pleasure as we both climax at the same instant. We collapse together in your bed, my arms wrapping around you as we both fall asleep exhausted after the passionate exchange.

We awaken a few hours later, still wrapped in each others arms, knowing that we must soon separate but that it wont be for long. And that a whole new set of memories has been forged to keep us until we can once again meet and enjoy each other’s company and bodies.

“Fare thee Well Dear One, until the next time.”

“And to thee, Next Time it is my turn to revenge.”

“We shall see m’dear, we shall see” I say as I vanish into mist leaving behind no trace save for a single rose on the pillow still glistening with dew.



Rendezvous Ch. 01



I looked down at my watch, 8:30 p.m. and I was sitting in my car in the mall parking lot. There I was, in a place that as a married woman, I had never dared venture before. Things on the home front were not as good as they looked. I had virtually no sex life and my emotional welling being was in total disarray. Therefore, I had taken the matter into my own hands and had a date with a friend of mine. 

Eugene and I have been friends for a long time, and he has respected the fact that I was married, up until now. Upfront, we both decided this was going to be a one-time thing aimed at having fun. What harm could dinner and talking do? In the back of my head, I knew what it could do, as I wanted some hot passionate sex. Although we were both were married, neither one was happy or satisfied.

I sat there, more nervous than a teenager on her first date with a million thoughts running through my head. What if he thinks I am ugly, too fat, oh hell maybe he will be too damn nervous to show up. Then I saw his truck out of the corner of my eye. It was bright red, with a cover of some sort on the back resembling a camper. Now would you know it, Ms Discrete here picking an out of the way place for a rendezvous and him showing up with flags and whistles. 

I was about to turn tail and speed from the parking area and try to regain my composure and sanity before I got home. All of the sudden, a tall gorgeous hunk of a man steps out of the vehicle. I am for the first time in my life, at a loss for words. I slithered out of my car hoping he would get the same impression from me. 

Eugene pulled me into his arms and kissed me hello Kandie. 

Oh-my-god, if that was an introductory kiss, I wonder what the one for goodbye is. I barely managed to blubber out hello. 

He escorted me into his truck and we drove off toward the restaurant for dinner. In a quiet-out-of-the way, spot he stopped the vehicle and said, "Well baby dinner can wait, we need to talk. I know we have been friends for a while and right now, I want to hold you in my arms and make you comfortable. That way you can tell me about everything and let go of all the pent up feelings inside you."

I told him everything and crying like a baby in his arms. Oooh god, I had forgotten those feelings of being in a man's arms. I felt as if I belonged there and it was beginning to awaken strong sexual desires.

He pulled my chin up and kissed me firmly on the lips then uttered, "Sweetheart, you needed that! Your hubby is a fool! You're sexy, beautiful, and do not need to be neglected like this. To hell with dinner darling, I am kidnapping you! Its time you felt like a woman again!" 

He pulled me into his arms again and this time I returned the kiss. My feelings came rushing out like the dam had broke and I kissed him repeatedly. Soon our tongues danced as our hands started caressing. I lost all track of time while in his passionate embrace.

My hands worked their way under his shirt and started rubbing him all over. His skin was soft with a fine downy coating of hair and firm muscles. He grabbed my bra almost ripping it from my body and began sucking and nibbling at my breasts making them feels marvelous. Oh god, I love a titty-man! 

My fingers loosened his belt then slipped into his underwear and began stroking his very stiff cock. His fingers soon helped me discard my panties and he was gently caressing every fold of my wanting pussy.

My desire for spontaneous sex overcame me and happily let him take me. He kissed me again, then told me there was a place more suitable them the small cramped space in the front of his pickup. He guided me toward the back where I saw comfortable sleeping quarters. 

As soon as he sat down, our clothing fell to the floor. He laid my naked body gently back on the bed and brought his down atop mine and kissed me deep then uttered, "To hell with that hubby of yours, I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before!" Then all hell broke loose and the impulsive raw sex continued as if we were two sex-starved teenagers. 

Every now and then I would come up for air and utter some stupid remark like, "I need to go home! Its getting late." 

Then he would grin, pull me close, and kiss me again. His tongue left a wet trail of butterfly kisses from my lips to one of my swollen nipples. My fingers would find a new erogenous zone on him and we would drift off, fucking wildly losing all track of time once more.

The people who know me best are aware that I am a faithful wife and never before got emotionally involved with anyone. Yet, here I was laying in the arms of another man feeling emotions that I have never felt with another person in my entire life. These new feelings were like the difference between black and white and 3D colorama. Oh-my god it is breathtaking!

When I finally peeked at my watch I saw that we had only spend 5 hours together. 

We hugged and kissed more and continued the chaotic situation letting our fingers and mouths explore all the forbidden areas. His fingers found my clit and he knelt between my legs. Oh, god his fingers and lips drove me crazy with experienced stimulation.

I ran my fingers through his hair and asked shyly, "Do you like oral sex?"

"My wife did not like it, so I have never tried it," he said.

By this time I could not reply, I had moved and now had his cock in my mouth. He was very quick to respond I could feel his balls tighten and a guttural growl came from his lips. I love to suck a man off, before and after his cock has been deep inside my love tunnel. I love the taste of cock against my tongue and it is just no fun if you do not swallow.

He bellowed, "Oooooooooh fuck woman! What are you doing to me aarrrggghhhhh, Oooooooh god do not stop! Oh shit, I'm cumming!"

As I felt his muscles tighten and his orgasm hit the back of my throat. I wondered just how many climaxes this person could manage in a night. Rather the waste time finding out, I broke the kiss, moved up, and began kissing him passionately again.

He smiled and jokingly said, "I don't know if I will let you kiss me or not, you've had someone's filthy cum-covered cock in your mouth!" 

He did not wait for my reply and was using his tongue to give me a tonsillectomy. I looked at him and said, "Want to eat my pussy baby?" He kissed my lips and then said, "Ooooh I don't know sugar, and you might like it!" He then proceeded downward to my sloppy-wet pussy and dove in like a pro. Between his finger and tongue, he literally had me glued to the ceiling in no time from the intense organisms. 

I grabbed his dick and put my arms around his and positioned myself for some gold old fashioned fucking. Soon he was inside my pussy, probing all the right spots including my g-spot. I was cumming repeatedly so much that my fluids made a large wet spot on the bed.

I thought to myself, "Damn his wife is a fool for not wanting to share her bed with this man! He just gave me three climaxes and two earth shattering ones that went from coast to coast in record time!

Eugene held out the best he could, but I managed to make him cum four times that night. Then he held me close making me feel secure, loved and wanted. It felt as If I was in a dream in which the two of us had been great lovers in past lives. I told myself if this is a dream, I never want to awaken I want to be his lover from now until the end of time. 

The ecstasy continued and his kiss went to the center of my womanhood. It was not long after that he was sliding into me once more. As he fucked me, I reached down and sucked my nipple, then bit it hard, one then the other one. The look in his face told me he loved watching me. 

He yelled, Ooooooooh fuck, Kandie do that again! I love it when a woman sucks and bites her own nipples!"

He rammed his cock into me deeper and harder and I brought my hips up to meet his thrust my mouth still glued to my nipple. We both screamed with another climax.

We lay back in each other's arms basking in the afterglow. By this time my emotions were getting too complex and I decided to leave them be. I just wanted this night never to end. 

I decided to give him a treat and placed my lips and tongue around his half-limp cock. Soon his cock sprang to life and he rolled over atop me and began to fuck my mouth fervently. He leaned forward to eat my pussy with hot 69 styles, but before he could manage it, shot another big load down my throat. 

Oh-my-god, I am in heaven! I have had allot of good sex and I have been fucked, banged and screwed in many ways. I can tell you, no one gave me the special feeling that Eugene did. Honey, if I cannot describe something that good! It's superb-out-of this world! I have never experienced that intense emotional-physical reaction from making love. What a breathtaking sensation. 

We napped for a while and then it was time for me to return to my car and go home. I wrestled with tears all the way there. When Eugene took me in his arms and kissed me one last time I uttered through tears, "Oh darling, Now that I have found you, I do not want to go home!" 



Rendezvous Ch. 01



We hadn’t seen each other in almost a month and the thought of how good it was made me wet. As my flight landed I got butterflies in my stomach just thinking about him touching my body. I got my bag and smiled to myself thinking about the toy, lube and extra batteries I had brought per his request. I’m sure the TSA agents enjoyed going through my bag. Once I was on the shuttle I called to let him know I was on my way, I was early, I hoped that he would find it to be a nice surprise. The shuttle dropped me off and I headed to our room. I was in my own little world imagining him answering the door naked. As I turned the corner heading down the final stretched of hallway, I heard the ding of the elevator and looked over my shoulder at who was getting off. There he was holding two glasses filled with strawberries and walking my way as he casually chatted with other folks that were on the elevator with him. As he walked towards me I could see him getting hard through his pants and I licked my lips in anticipation. We pretended to be random acquaintances as we continued down the hallway. Once to our room he slid his key in, the red light flashed indicating it didn’t work. He growled in frustration and said, “God I want you so bad.” He tried again, it didn’t work. Finally on his third try the door unlocked. He pushed the door open and quickly moved me and my suitcase inside. 

He put down the strawberries, slid his hands around my waist, pressed me up against the wall and kissed me. The kiss was hard and deep and his tongue move expertly teasing me reminding me what other talents his tongue had. As he pressed up against me I could feel how hard he was through his pants and my hands immediately went there caressing and stroking him through his slacks. With his left hand he pressed me harder against him while his right hand went to my breast and started kneading it through my shirt. We both moaned in pleasure. Then we both looked at each other and could see the lust in each others’ eyes. I started to undo his pants but before I could finish he had me raising my arms to remove my shirt and he had moved me over to the edge of the bed. He started to remove my shoes and my pants sliding then off my legs leaving me on the bed in my white lacey bra and panties. As my hands frantically undo his shirt and worked to push his pants off he noticed a large wet spot on the front of my panties and the hunger for me overtook him. 

He kicked off his pants and pulled off his shirt and within seconds he was pressed against me on the bed removing my bra. He kissed my mouth hard and then moved down and started sucking on my nipples. With one hand he fondled while he sucked, all the while using the other hand to pull off his boxer briefs letting his hard erection spring free. Then he moved his mouth to my other breast and assaulted that hard nipple while flicking my free nipple with his fingers. I could feel myself getting wetter and was inwardly begging him to move further down. Almost like he read my mind he started to move his mouth lower. Then in one quick movement he had his hands under my hips, pulled me forward to the edge of the bed, pulled off my panties off and kneeled in front of my completely exposed bald pussy. At the sight of my tight pussy glistening in my own juices in groaned and moved his mouth towards it. As he got closer I could feel his breath on my pussy and a small amount of electricity went up my spin as I thought about what was about to come. 

With a large amount of control he took his tongue and ran it from my hole up to clit and started to flick it back and forth, I groaned in pleasure and arched towards him. Taking his hands he pressed my legs wide open and pressed his mouth over my pussy. He moved his tongue up and down before finally moving it in and out of my tight wet pussy. I shuddered as a mini-orgasm went through me and he started to move his tongue faster. I moaned in pleasure and squirmed beneath him as his tongue teased and manipulated my swollen clit. He looked up at me and with a gleam in his eye and a grin on his face he slid my body into the middle of the bed and kissed me as he pressed himself down on top of me. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue and I reached down to guide him into my pussy. He moved my hand away and took hold of his hard cock, as he kissed my mouth and ran kisses down my neck, he moved the head of his cock over my entrance teasing me. He nibbled my ear and then with one quick movement of his hips he slid into me hard and fast. He groaned as my tightness enveloped him and I could feel him trying to hold on to his control. As he started to pull out and then slide back in slowly I moaned at how good the friction felt. He filled me up completely and with each movement he rubbed against all my nerve endings filling me with pleasure. His rhythm picked up and my arms and legs went around him pulling him more fully inside me. 

As he continued to slide in and out of me our pleasure continued to mount and with a quick movement he took my left leg and moved it so it was top of my right leg. My left hip was facing towards him and he continued to move in and out of my now slick pussy. The new position caused another small orgasm to ripple through me and he briefly struggled for control. With my legs together I was even tighter than before and the friction of his movement caused us both to groan in pleasure. Knowing that we only had a few more minutes before he was spent, he started to change our position again. This time we moved so that I was on all fours and he was behind me. He picked up his speed and the pleasure that he caused me had me arching my back towards him and whispering his name. I licked my fingers and reached between my legs and started to play with my clit. I started to tighten and he groaned and started to go faster. I picked up the speed on my own teasing and started to pinch and rub my clit in circles. He leaned down on top of me and as he slammed his hard shaft into me, he assaulted my hard nipples. He rolled them and pinched them and with each pinch my pussy tightened around him. In the final moments for us both he pinched and rolled my nipples between his fingers while my own fingers rubbed my clit in a hard circle. Then my pussy tightened one last time and clamped down on his cock as he slid in and out of me, my orgasm washed over me and I buried my face in the pillow as I arched and moaned with pleasure. Before my orgasm had ended his came and he grunted with satisfaction then with 3 more quick thrusts he was coming inside me. 

As he slid off me onto his back on the bed and I rolled over onto my back we looked at each and we both grinned knowing that was just the beginning of a night that would be filled with many different positions and many more orgasms for us both.



Rendezvous Ch. 01



She needed to go the bookstore, maybe I'll find "Sex for Dummies" but she was no dummy she hadn't been getting any really good sex lately that's all. 

"Oh geez" she thought "Am I defective is something wrong with me. I'm 34, in pretty decent shape, fairly good looking, pretty eyes, full lips, nice breasts and an ass and thighs to die for." "Am I fucking defective?" 

As she walked into Borders she looked around wondering where they would hide the books on sex. Because she figured they were hidden, no sane person would want someone to know they needed a book on sex. She roamed for awhile looking back and forth, squinting trying to see the small lettering on the signs that hung above the numerous shelves. 

"Aha, there they are!" She was thinking that she knew how to do this, she actually had known about good sex at one time but now it just wasn't exciting or even pleasurable and she was having fantasies lots of fantasies that she wanted to figure out how to make come true. 

Hopefully, there was a book on bringing the spark back to your sex life, yea that's what she needed the spark book. As she perused the aisle looking and searching taking out book after book, she had a nice pile and decided to set in a seat at the end of the aisle to glance and make a choice. Out of the corner of her eye she sees something, something nice and tall, wearing khaki pants and a nice sweater, it's slim and blonde and beautiful. 

She looks up over her glasses but then her vision gets blurry, "Aww hell now I'm actually gonna have to look all the way up, I hope I can do it on the down low." 

She looks up and sees something she hasn't seen in awhile, a sex god. Her mouth slightly opens, her heart races, and her panties get a little wet, well maybe a lot wet. He's gorgeous, tall around 6 ft. 2 in. maybe, pretty eyes, looks fine as frog's hair, on the sexy slim side the way she likes them and has blonde hair, honey blonde. She loves blondes they just didn't all love her. 

All of sudden she thinks, god I bet he could help me with my resurgence into the Baskin Robbins 31 Flavors Sex Express. 

He walks down the aisle with a little swagger, like he knows he's got it going on and ain't afraid to use it. She's staring, she never stares but she's staring thinking about all the possible positions they would have sex in, doggie style, her favorite, the side from the back, one leg down, one leg up missionary, oh but how about her riding him into oblivion. She moans to herself, he turns around quickly and looks at her cocking one eyebrow. 

"Aw shit, he heard me moan." He smiles and she looks down at her books fast, "I do not want to be caught ogling a stranger, even if he's a hella fine stranger." she thinks. 

As she looks down she notices a shadow come over her seat, what the hell, she looks up and it's him and he's smiling. Lord have mercy, that man could put Colgate outta business with that pretty smile. He has nice lips, man's lips they look firm like he can kiss away every problem you thought you had. As she stares at his lips, she licks her own, she's in physical pain right now he's so fucking gorgeous. 

"Ehem!" he interrupts her corrupt thoughts. 

She looks up, damn he caught her again, what's up with this guy catching her staring. 

He says "Hello, may I ask your advice?" 

Now, she's gone, she's really gone, he has a fucking accent, Australian she thinks. Aww, hell why'd he have to go and say something, she's a sucker for accents. I wonder what that accent sounds like when he's fucking a woman's brains out and talking dirty in her ear. I bet it sounds real good. 

"Yes, about what?" she says trying to look unconcerned and nonchalant but that shit ain't working she's real concerned and very chalant. 

"Well, I was looking for a book on oral sex, since it looks like you've been here awhile" he glances at her book stack "Maybe you can tell me if you've seen any good ones." 

Oral sex? Looking at that thick tongue, he looked like the master of oral. But, there's nothing wrong with a man expanding his knowledge base. 

"Well, I don't really know, there were some on that shelf at the end and they looked interesting. Why don't you try there." 

"Thank you, so much love." he says in that sweet accent. 

Love, did he just call her, love? Men with accents they know how to make you cream on the slightest of words. She looks down but continues to look up every once and awhile to keep checking him out, perusing that nice ass under those khakis, she could squeeze that forever. I wonder how his legs look, he looks to be in good shape I bet his legs are the kind you just to want to lick like a cherry popsicle, mmm her favorite. Looks like he has a swimmer's body, boy I wish I could get my hands on him. As she looks up once more, she notices he's looking at her also. He smiles, holds up a book, looks like he got what he needed. She smiles back and nods her head. Then he does it, the one thing that can send her into complete overdrive, he winks at her. She almost melts like a puddle into the seat. 

As he walks away she thinks, "Damn, he's fine. I wish I knew his name." Since he still has to purchase the book, maybe, just maybe she can get a name and phone number. Hell, there no harm in trying.

"Well, if I'm going to make a move to catch sexy Australian I better do it soon before he makes his way through the line and is gone". 

She rises up out of her seat, leaving her pile of books and makes her way to the front counter to try to make to catch Mr. Sex on a Platter. She comes around a shelf and with much disappointment and remorse she notices he isn't in line. Aww damn, well maybe he decided he didn't need the help with oral sex. She looks around a little more out of frustration and horniness to see if she can find him, no such luck. For a second she thinks about asking one of the clerks but maybe that would just make her look desperate. 

Oh well, the opportunity to hook up with sexy guy with an accent has passed her by, she better stop by the bathroom and make my way out of here and head home. She walks toward the restroom sign and as she steps into the small hallway, she looks up and there he is Mr. Sex on a Platter. They almost bump into one another but he catches me by the arm. 

"Hello there, again" he says in that delectable accent. 

"Hi!" She looks down trying to act coy. "Fancy meeting you here." she giggles and smiles, damn she sounds and blushes like a 16 year old school girl, this feels good. 

He leans over her and says "You know I looked in that book and I think there's some things I'd like to try." close to her ear.

Her eyes go up in a question, like what the hell is he telling me this for then all the sudden before she knows what's going on he's hauling her into the family restroom, you know the one with the baby changing stand. Once they're in there he's kissing, pawing her, running his hands all up and down my body. 

"God, I've wanted to do this ever since I saw you sitting in that chair looking at all those books" he says huskily "what the hell is woman as sexy as yourself looking for books on sex, you should be getting more than you can handle." 

She's lost all my ability to speak or even keep a coherent thought he's running those smooth hands all over my nubile body. She feels hands all over my arms, back, and ass and it feels good he definitely knows how to handle a woman's body and she's thankful for it. 

"You know I did bring you in here to try something from that book and I want you tell me if it works." Then he proceeds to start to show her his new skill, knowledge IS power.

She couldn't believe she was in the family restroom with the guy of my sexual dreams getting ready to have unbelievable wild, unrestrained sex. 

"When I saw you in the seat, I knew your pussy would be so sweet and I just wanted a chance to taste it." he said. 

She almost choked, his words were so hot, they were scorching her lips as he says them into her mouth. He kissed her with the intensity of man, who seemed starved for kisses. She knew that mouth was made was kissing, she's on fire her pussy is dripping cream down her thigh. Thank goodness, she wore this skirt today. She couldn't say anything she just began to kiss him back plunging her tongue into the cavern of his hot mouth. She is dizzy, he put his hand under her skirt and moves the thong aside to find her hot snatch, he plunges a finger into her soft folds. She gasps and moans and then he puts another finger into her pussy and she decides to ride it. 

"Oh, you're cunt is so tight and you're so ready, so sweet." 

"Yes, I'm ready, so ready for you to fuck me." she says. 

"Oh yes, love I'm going to fuck you so good with my tongue." 

He raises her skirt and she gets ready to ascend into heaven.

She's so caught up in the sensations of his tongue in her mouth and fingers in her pussy, her knees are about to give out. He begins to rub her clit in slow circles and the sensations that go through her body are so intense she's about to lose her mind. 

"Does that feel good, baby?" he moans. 

"Oh yes, don't stop." She says in a shaky voice. 

"Oh, now you can't come yet." 

She's on the brink and looks at him surprised, she pulls her head back and looks into his eyes. "What?" 

"No, you can't come yet, you can only come when I say." 

"Oh, that's not ffaaaiirr." Her body is on the brink, she puts her hands on his chest to steady her legs. 

"Are you ready?" he says in the voice that is so low and sexy. 

Without removing his fingers from her dripping cunt, he slides down to his knees. He raises her skirt to my waist and pulls down her thong which is dripping wet she pulls her feet out of her undies and looks down as he looks up into my eyes, there is so much desire in his look she's almost overwhelmed. She's never been looked at with so much lust and desire and the feeling is heady. 

"Put one of your legs over my shoulder." he commands her.

She automatically complies, she places her thigh on his steady shoulder and he then proceeds to put his tongue between the folds of her cunt. She sighs heavily and her head lolls back, he works his deliciously thick tongue into those folds like a master. She is overwhelmed with sensations, her whole body is on fire, she's coming close to being consumed. He laps at her pussy like it's his last meal, moaning into it and he enjoys it. He pulls his head back and says 

"Oh you taste so delicious, love." 

She looks into his eyes and her bones just melt away, she is consumed by this lust as he takes up where he left off. She's squirming and moaning loudly. He reaches her clit and begins to pull his tongue over it and flick it. 

"Uuuggghh!" she says loudly that's her weak spot and he's hit just a like a hammer. He licking and lapping, almost cleaning her up but the more he laps and flicks her clit the more I drip. She's so ready to come, "Oh please, let me come, please I have to." 

He raises his head and with a wicked grin says "No, no I'm not finished enjoying this feast yet." He dives back in, she's never been with a man who seems to enjoy eating pussy so much and it's turning her on to the nth degree. But, then when she thinks it can't get any better he does something so freaky, she almost passes out.

His strong arms go under her thick thighs and ass and he lifts her which spreads her pussy and butt to him. He takes his tongue and swipes it from the crack of her ass to her waiting wet pussy. 

She almost passes out "Ooohhh!" she says and begins to wiggle her ass a bit, as she wiggles she sees his head move back and forth, he can keep up. 

He comes back to do the move again, at least she thinks he is but he sticks his tongue in that place so forbidden but so sweet. He moves his tongue in and out of her ass and she is going crazy the sensations are too much and she begins to moan 

"Please let me come, you have to," she begs for her release, pleading for him let her frustration ends, her core is starting to spasm and it's going to be out of her control in a moment.

But he continues and comes back up to continue the assault on my pussy. His hands are kneading her ass and her hands are caressing his head. She knows any minute now someone from Borders is going to bust them in the bathroom, but she don't care she needs this. Her body has been aching for this.

He lifts his head slightly to look up into her eyes "Are you ready to come, love?" 

"Yes, yes I'm beyond ready." she pleads. 

Then he sets her free "You may come."

And she lets go, her body shivers and shakes but he's still down there eating her pussy like a man on a mission. Her clit is engorged and it's becoming painful but the pain feels so good. She's oohhing and aahhing and shaking and coming it's wonderful, there's a smile on her face like she just won the freaking lotto. He removes his head and sets her legs back on the floor. She sinks to the floor and looks into his eyes, he's smiling grinning from ear to ear. 

She tells him "that was awesome, did you learn that in that book?" 

"Yes." he says still grinning "Looks like I'll have to keep that one" he says and grins showing all those beautiful teeth in that gorgeous smile. 

She smiles back at him and say "What did you say your name was again?" 

"I didn't, but it's Paul, Paul..." but she stops him before he can finish. 

"No I don't need to know the rest" no need to get attached this is a one time incident she thinks. 

He smiles and says "And your name?"

"It's..." she about to reveal to him when, a loud banging comes at the door. 

"Hey, you guys have been in there for like 20 minutes, I need to change my baby, come on!" they heard an angry voice bluster from outside the bathroom door. 

"Oh my god, I gotta go. I have to get outta here, this is so embarrassing." She says to no one in particular. 

She's hurrying to straighten her clothes and he's doing his hoping when they get outside the door he can convince her to tell him her name and give him her phone number. Once she's ready she opens the door to see an angry brunette with a little boy. 

"What were you doing in there?" she strains to see in and notices only her and the man, "you don't even have a kid."

She makes a beeline for the door with her bathroom lover waiting in the hallway calling out "Hey, what's your name?"

She hears him but doesn't stop, the shame and embarrassment of having an absolute stranger give you the best orgasm of your life in the Borders bathroom. 

I'll never come to this Borders again, she thinks, "and that's too bad cause I like this one." She rolls out the parking lot, never to darken the door of that Borders ever.



Rendezvous Ch. 02



It has been a little over a week since our last visit. You cannot help but think back with longing to that lake, and the wonderful sensations of the gel vibrating every part of you as I sucked you for hours.  

Your pussy leaks a lingering wetness into your panties and soaking the white material so that it is practically transparent. You can wait no longer. You strip off your clothes and lie down on your bed anxious to ease the undeniable tension mounting in your body. Your fingers roam from your sides to caress your breasts and tweak your now rock-hard nipples, before sliding slowly down your body to caress your cunt. 

You rub your tasty peach gently and then slide a finger deeply into yourself, gasping aloud at the sensations. Your other hand goes to stroke your clit as you enter another finger into yourself. Just as you are approaching the point of no return, your gasps and moans increasing in volume.

“Ach ach hem!” I cough. 

You stop suddenly, startled and suddenly no longer interested, though still extremely aroused. You look up, and see me standing at the foot of your bed. 

“Damn it all couldn’t you have let me finish?” You ask me somewhat perturbed. 

“But what fun would that have been? I have been doing some research and have an idea that I think you will really enjoy.”

“Oh? And what might that be?”

“You’ll see but first I have to warn you that this may become rather intense and I want you to feel safe. At any time tonight you just have to say the word choir, and I will stop whatever I am doing and let you go.”

“That seems odd… But okay… I’m game.”

“Excellent, shall we begin?” I mumble under my breath weaving my hands in a distinct pattern. Silken ropes emerge from the corners of the headboard and wrap themselves around your wrists, binding but not uncomfortable. 

“And now for the final piece.” I say as I pull out a small silk blindfold and cover your eyes. For several minutes you lie there gently pulling on the bindings with your arms, not able to move. You can feel every waft of air across your body as you lie there. Your nipples tighten and harden to the point that you never thought they could. A warm gust of air caresses your again moist cunt. You can tell that I am blowing gently across you. 

“MMMMMMM” You moan, as I pull out another scrap of brushed silk and gently caress your skin with it. The soft smooth fabric drags across your body sensuously. You shiver in delight.

It isn’t long before you are begging me to touch you more firmly, to caress your body and make you scream in ecstasy. But I am not yet ready to do that yet instead I reach into the satchel at my feet and pull another piece of fabric, this one a small piece of mink fur. 

Your nipples stand erect and your pussy pulsates madly. And yet once again, you think you have reached the point of no return and thought that there was no way you could become more aroused and yet, as I lower the fabric and rub your now soaking cunt with the soft fur. 

“Good Goddess!” You yell out. Thinking that you once again are about to come to a shattering orgasm. Yet again I back off, not allowing you the release you so crave.

“Please please please please ….” You beg me again and again. 

“Not yet m’dear, I want this to be an experience that you will never forget in your entire life time.” 

“I’m already at that point hon.” You cry out…

“Oh no. There is so much more for you to experience.”

I kiss your mouth gently backing off as you reach for me with your lips. “Uh uh uh, not just yet dearest, I have to get rid of these clothes…” I tell you as you hear the unbuckling and unzipping followed by the sound of cloth hitting the floor. 

“If you can guess what I still have on, I will allow you the release you so crave, otherwise I am going to tease you for another good long time and then make you explode in ecstasy like you have never imagined.” 

“Your pants?” You mutter knowing it to be the wrong answer. You are looking forward now to seeing what I will do next. 

“Nope sorry, the correct answer was nothing.” I say as I approach you again, this time allowing my now raging hard cock to rub against your leg and then stomach.

“ARRRGGGGGHHHH!!! Let me cum!!!” 

“Not yet.” You can hear my breathing increase in speed.

My tongue snakes out of my mouth and licks the valley between your breasts, carefully avoiding your nipples. My tongue continues its sweeping paths along your body, always avoiding your sensitive areas. My fingers roam across your body gently running just my fingertips against your skin.

I again kiss your lips, this time pressing in to kiss you deeply, allowing my tongue to run across your lips. You open your mouth and caress my tongue with your own. We kiss deeply for several minutes; all the time allowing my fingertips to drag across your luscious body. My kisses again roam down your body, this time sucking and nipping at your nipples for several minutes each. 

Your hips buck up off the bed as I continue to lavish my tongue over your body. I make a trail with my tongue, dipping into your navel, before progressing lower to lick at your inner thighs. Your hips swivel trying desperately to get my tongue to where you so desperately need it. 

I comply with your unspoken demands, and my tongue probes your sweet pussy. My tongue curls around your clit as I suck gently, then insert two fingers into your sopping cunt. You feel the most intense orgasm of your life at that moment, and as I continue to lap at you and run my fingers into and around you, you realize that the climaxes aren’t stopping. Your whole body shudders with delight as you cum endlessly into my mouth.

When you wake up I am lying in your bed next to you, all the bindings undone and your blindfold released. My arms are wrapped around you. “I thought you might enjoy that m’dear”

“Indeed I did. Can we do it again?”

“Maybe another time later.”

We fall asleep in each others arms, awakening to see the light of the dawn piercing in through the window. We stand at the window holding each other and watching the sunrise together. I press in close to you, engulfing your small body in my arms. Enjoying the precious few moments we have.



Rendezvous Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Gates of Paradise 

I loved our little tryst in the back of the truck it was so good! Oh god I hated kissing you goodbye, in the back of my mind I was screaming, "Come with me darling!" I wanted us to fuck and suck each other all night long and in my mind, we did.

As I drove away from you, I could still taste your pussy juice on my lips and mouth and I kept licking my lips and enjoying the taste of your sweet nectar. In addition to being able to taste you after I left you, I could also still smell the sweet aroma of your pussy because it was all over my face and fingers and of course on my cock. 

Driving away like that, smelling and tasting you and thinking about the lovely evening we had spent, my cock starting rising up again, much to my disbelief. I thought you had sucked and fucked it so that it would not come up again for a day or so anyway, but there it was, rising in my shorts, wanting to feel those cunt lips of yours wrapped around it again. Actually, I am not certain if it was your cunt lips or your mouth my cock was thinking about, but either would be fine with me. 

Those thoughts, the taste of your lovely pussy and the smell of the remains of your honey on my face are what led me to call and make a date. I am hoping that we can take up where we left off and really get it on big time. However, instead of fucking and sucking in my truck, I am going to get a hotel room with a Jacuzzi, a big king size bed and I am bringing along some scented candles to burn. I would love to make love to you by the light of candles burning. 

She picked up the phone and said, "Hello Eugene! I was hoping you would call. I have been thinking about you all day! I cannot seem to get you or our hot fuck session out of my mind!"

Oh fuck, her sexy voice nearly made me cum right at that moment! I barely managed to say, "Hello doll! Then swallowed hard, and continued the conversation, "What are you doing a week from Saturday? It looks like I will be driving through there on business and I am wondering if you can get away and meet me somewhere at say 7pm."

I heard her squeal and from the sound of it she almost dropped the phone. She said, "Well nothing until now. By the way, I have some bad news for you. Things have gotten worse between my husband and me. I have left him for good. I will continue living here with my sister. Good thing about that is I will not have to worry about sneaking out to meet you.

I frowned and then wondered just how much of a fool that husband of her was. How could he let go of that sweet sexy woman. I then replied, "Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry. I was hoping things in your life would not end up that way. Is there anything I can do? I would he happy to talk to your husband."

With a tearful sound in her voice she replied, "No, Eugene, there is nothing anyone can say or do! He is beyond reasoning and will not listen to advice from anyone now! Thanks for offering to help. Oh baby, I just wish you were holding me right now! I hate it when I cry and I feel so alone!"

I pulled the phone closer to my ear and whispered, "Oh honeys don't cry. Darling, I wish I were holding you in my arms tight now! Now dry those tears and promise me, you will not cry anymore over that man, unless you are in my arms. Okay! Now, do we have a date?"

She relied, "You bet we do! I cannot wait to kiss your lips and feel your arms around me! See you a week from Saturday. 

I replied with an evil laugh and said, "In the meantime, baby, keep that pussy of yours wet, hot and ready. Who knows, I might just drop in out of the blue and say the to hell with that husband of yours and fuck and eat all your holes until you beg me to stop...Bet you'd like that...I Love You Kandie!"

Kandie sat nervously on the bed wringing her hand and thinking about the tryst with Eugene. She wondered about her feelings, as these were feeling she has never felt before. God, this was not the lusty feeling of an ignored wife. She closed her eye and whispered, "I love you Eugene!" She felt her body tingle from head to toe, oh god, she wished he was kissing and his finger were probing all the right places.

She ran her finger down her t-shirt and caressed her braless tits feeling them harden. She then pulled and squeezed each nipple and rolled them moaning in delight. She lay back of the bed and slid her other hand under the waistband of her shorts and into her soaked panties. She quivered when she ran her fingers the length of her slit them slide two of them inside her hot box and uttered, "Ooooooh Eugene, wish these were your fingers touching me! 

She slid off her clothing and spread her legs wide then licked her lips and uttered his name softly. She spread the lips of her pussy and teasingly rolled and pulled at her swelling clit with her right hand. The two digits of her left hand slid into her hot hole. She pulled her fingers out then rammed three fingers into herself and screamed, "FUCK ME EUGENE! " 

She closed her eyes and moved her hips in fucking motion and she envisioned his cock sliding in and out of her. Damn, she wished he were fucking her deep and hard! She wanted him so bad she could taste him on her lips. She felt his hands grasping her hip as he thrust in and out of her; she arched her back and shouted, "Fuck, I'm cuming!"

She laid there for a moment breathless as the earth-shattering climax overtook her. She was lazily playing with her pussy again when the phone rang and it made her jump. She then reached over picked it up and said, "Hello."

A deep sexy voice spoke to her saying, "Hello Doll, are your bags packed? I will there to pick you up in 30 minutes. I have been thinking about you all day Kandy! Oh god, I want to fuck you all night long until we both are speechless. By the way, my cock has been screaming, "Cum and get it for the last hour! " 

She was so excited she almost dropped the phone. With her best Mae West accent replied, "Hello darling! What do you have in mind big-boy?" 

She then told him she was ready and her cunt was screaming, "Hey I need some cock, NOW! " 

She bade him goodbye then rushed into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and then put on her sexiest outfit. Which for now consisted of a lacy see through bra, with matching lace panties, which were cut just right, and showed the hairs and outline of her pussy? Then she put on her favorite, a green and white leisure pantsuit that accented her seductive green eye. She then applied enough makeup to be alluring and dabbed some soft musk in all the right places. 

She stood in front of the mirror inspecting her and whistled saying, "Hot-Damn, girl you're a knock-out!" Then grabbed her back, went into the living room, and waited for him. She felt like a teenager again, one who just discovered the joys of fucking! She was just day dreaming of how she would throw her arms around his neck and kiss him hello. It would be a kiss guaranteed to make him go weak in the knees. 

The doorbell jolted her back to reality and went to answer it. She opened the door and gave Eugene a sexy smile and before she knew it, he pulled her off the floor and into his arms and kissed her so hard she saw stars. There mouths parted and she sucked his tongue. 

She paused long enough to muttered, "Hi baby!" Then put her arms around his neck pulled him closer and gave him one of her knock out kisses! 

She felt him quiver from head to toe and when they were done he sat her back down on her feet and said, "Oh-my-god, Kandie did you miss me that much? Wow, that was one hell of a kiss baby! Now, grab your things doll; I am going to show you how much I missed you. Are you prepared for a night in paradise?"

She gave him a wink and nodded yes. He helped into the truck then kissed her and told her to buckle up. The got behind the wheel and drove off telling her that heaven was just around the corner. 

She watched him drive and for the first time realized that no matter what happened she would have him in her life. 

He pulled the truck up to a hotel room and put his finger to his lips, "Shhh, now close your eyes, your about to enter the gates of paradise."

She closed her eyes and soon felt his hands guiding her out of the truck toward the hotel room. A million thought went through her mind and with each step, her panties got wetter. She noticed he stopped walking and was unlocking the door. 

He said, "Now keep those pretty eyes shut doll, until I tell you to open them."

She heard the door open then gasp, he picked her up and carried her into the room. She kept her eyes shut but heard the door closing behind them. Her first sense was the smell of roses, not overpowering but alluring. The second thing she noticed was the sound of romantic music serenading them. She then felt his lips on hers as he gently sat her on the bed. He then told her to open her eyes.

The area was sensual and illuminated with the soft glow of lights. She looked around and the room, it gave her the appearance of a rustic inn hidden deep in the mountains of a ski resort. It even had a white bearskin rug on the floor next to a fireplace. Although it was too hot for a fire, she knew they would be on the rug, making heat of their own. One side of the room had swinging doors that she assumed was the bathroom. 

He picked her up and said, "How about something relaxing to start off the evening?"

She replied, "What do you have in mind?"

"Well follow me and I will show you," he said. He took her arm, escorted her through the doors, and showed her and Jacuzzi, surrounded by candles.

She turned to him kissed him deep and uttered, "Let me put a few things away and I will be back to join you. Now, don't start without me!" 

He grabbed her and kissed her hard then said, "You can do that later honey. I want you now!"

She watched him strip and started to remove her clothes, but he stopped her and told her he wanted to do that. She felt her knees go week when he stood before her, oh-my-god he was gorgeous she loved every inch of him.

He came over to her and as he helped her out of her clothing, he kissed, nibbled and licked ever bit of her exposed flesh. He thought to himself, "Oh fuck, she is so beautiful! How can she love a lonesome ole trucker like me? He did not care; here they were together at last, in paradise!"

He pulled her naked body close to his and felt her tremble as he kissed her lips again. He then helped her into the warm water and followed saying, "Oh my sweet sexy Kandie...the fun has just begin!"

He leaned over, sucked her nipple into his mouth, and felt it swell and harden. His fingers slid under the water and into her hot box and he could tell by her swollen clit that she was ready for him. 

She knew he loved it when she talked dirty so she pulled him closer and said, "Oh baby! I want you feel you suck and bite my nipples then eat my hot cunt!" 

He stopped long enough to say, "Your wish is my command! Now sit on the edge of the tub and spread those beautiful legs, daddy is hungry!" 

She did as instructed and gasps when he blew across her clit. When he ran his tongue the length of her slit and zeroed on her clit running circles around it she almost lost her balance. Damn, he knew how to push all the right buttons and she would not mind him eating her pussy all day. 

He moved a bit and continued lapping at her cunt then shoved two fingers deep inside her in fucking motion. He added another finger and sucked her clit harder. She was so fucking wet and it was not from the water. In the back of his mind he thought, "Oh-my-god, this woman is wired for sound!" He then took her clit in his teeth and bit it, causing her to quiver so hard he thought she was going to pass out. 

She grabbed his head and pressed his face deeper into her twat the screamed, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" 

He rose up and kissed her hard letting her taste her juices on his lips. Eugene then slid her off the tub onto his throbbing member. Oh, fuck it felt so good to make love to a real woman again! 

He grabbed her hips, slammed her pussy down hard, and fucked her deep and hard. She squealed, "Oooooooh, yessssssss! Fuck me hard baby, ram your cock deep into my hot cunt!"

He thrust his cock deeper and said, "Suck your nipples for me honey, you know that makes daddy cum!"

She reached for her tit, bit it hard, and felt his cock thrusting deeper and harder inside her. Oh god, it has been so long since a real man has fucked me!

He could not help it, the sensation of her pussy milking his hard cock and the awesome sight of her sucking her own nipples was more then he could stand. He slammed her hips down hard and screamed, "Oooooooh shit baby here it comes!"

He pulled her forward with his cock still in her and kissed her passionately. Then said, "Hell that did not relax me one bit baby, have any suggestions!"

She stopped kissing him long enough to uttered, "One hour in paradise, and your complaining already...shut up and kiss me...the fun had just started!



Rendezvous Ch. 02



After a few minutes of resting he got up and headed over to the table. I felt tingles in my pussy as I watched his firm ass and muscled legs walk away from me. It was then that I finally looked around me and took in the room. It was a nice hotel room with two queen beds and a big wall of windows. The furniture was that dark fake cherry but it went well with the pale yellow walls. I heard some ice rustling and turned to see him grinning at me while he worked on popping the cork off of a bottle of champagne. I heard the cork pop off and watched as he poured two glasses. I was content lying on the bed naked knowing that every time he looked at me he enjoyed what he saw. I have a great hourglass figure with nice, round, perfect, 36C breasts. My nipples, when hard, are like miniature pinky fingers that any man would love to play with. My pussy, tight and bald, make most men fight for control the first time they enter me. And my mouth and lips open wide allowing me to easily deep throat a great cock giving men pleasure they will talk about and never forget.

He walked towards me and handed me a glass of champagne, we toasted. Neither of us said what the toast was we just smiled knowing we were both thinking the same thing, "to great sex (over and over and over)". He looked me up and down and licked his lips I could see his dick stir as it started to wake up. I moved slowly and gently ran my fingers up his cock and around his balls. I squeezed gently and I could see his stance waver a bit. I got up on my knees on the bed and moved my face close to his, kissing him hard as my fingers continued to play with his cock. I got off the bed completely and we were standing between the two beds. I had one hand on his cock and balls gently teasing him while the fingers on my other hand ran through his hair and our kiss deepened. He squeezed my ass while the fingers on his other hand separated the folds of my sex and plunged deep inside me. I was wet and we both groaned with pleasure. His cock was hard and I pushed him down onto the bed, placed my face between his legs and ran my tongue over his balls before moving it to the tip of his penis. 

Circling the tip of his penis with my tongue I gently sucked on just the head. He moaned and flexed his hips just a tad. I knew what he wanted so I parted my lips and I plunged down taking him into my mouth and deep down my throat, his ass clenched and he fought for control as he groaned, "Oh god that feels so good!" That was all the encouragement I needed I started to move my head up and down occasionally taking him really deep. As I did I reached between his legs and start to play with his balls. He moaned in pleasure and started to move his hips in time with my head. I could taste his precum as I took him deep each time. Knowing he couldn't hold out much longer he sat up grabbed my shoulders and moved my face to his kissing me. He lay back down on the bed and pulled me with him, as we moved I moved my legs so I was straddling him. His mouth started to move down my throat trailing kissing as he placed his cock at the entrance to my pussy. Once the tip was inside he grabbed my hips and slammed me down on top of his hard cock. I groaned in pleasure and started to move myself up and down on his pole my face buried next to his in the pillows on the bed. As the feeling of him sliding in and out of me started to overtake me I felt him part my asscheeks with his hands and a finger slid inside my tight asshole. The foreignness of it caught me off guard but the mix of pain and pleasure made me groan and my pussy tightened around his cock. 

That was all the persuasion he needed and he started to slide his finger in and out of my ass matching the rhythm of his cock in my pussy. I could feel my body getting close and while I was still not sure if I enjoyed his finger in my ass he started to thrust his cock deeper inside me. In one final moment of pleasure for us both he moved his mouth down to my breast and lightly bit my nipple. I released a long moan and my pussy tightened hard around his cock while my ass tightened around his finger. My orgasm moved through my body while he deeply thrust himself inside two or three more times. The friction deepened my orgasm as he came inside me.

I collapsed on top of him and then slowly rolled off of him and to the side; we were both covered in sweat and smiling. He reached over and grabbed both glasses of champagne and handed me mine. We toasted, laughing and finished off our glasses. He got up from the bed and headed to the restroom, after a few second I heard water running, in what sounded like a bathtub. After a bit more time he came back in to the main room, refilled both our glasses and said, in his Americanized Scottish accent, "Let's go relax in the bath, then we can go again." I laughed but followed him, his cute accent and the champagne to the bathroom. The tub was almost full with water and bubbles and feeling the need to relax after going through two airports, I stepped in and sank into the warm water. He looked me up and down lust in his eyes and then he joined me in the water. As I watched his 5'9" runner's build get in the tub, lust filled my eyes. We grinned at each other knowing the bath would be a quick one as we were both ready to go again.



Rendezvous Ch. 02



A week and half later...

Another one of these Wednesday morning partner meetings, she couldn't stand meetings. Violet swivels in her chair waiting for the other straggling partners to make it in for the weekly partner meeting at Brookes and Smithmeyer, LLP. As a partner in her law firm, she's come a long way from waiting tables for tips to pay for law school night classes. But she'd worked hard and had been rewarded, sometimes she thinks it's not the reward she wanted, but she's proud and her mom is extremely proud of her, her only daughter a partner in a law firm. There are twelve partners in the firm, Harmon Brookes and Arnold Smithmeyer being the names on the sign over the door. Most she likes, but some can be kind of stuck up, wondering what a 34 year old black woman is doing becoming a partner in their old boys network. There are 44 attorneys at her firm, pretty good size and 12 are partners. It's a lot of hard work to be a partner, late nights, weekends, no life whatsoever, but she guesses the paycheck is worth it. Maybe one day she'll go out on her own, she thinks about Violet Maxwell, Attorney at Law, it's a nice dream but today she's just a partner. A 5 ft. 8 in, 175 lbs, not too skinny, not too fat, mid length black hair, cute face, nice smile, that wears reading glasses, partner. 

"Okay, everyone listen up." It's Grant Carlyle, he's the managing attorney and a total dick when he wants to be. A little power went straight to his head. "We're going to do things differently today, usually we start with a report from everyone regarding their case load and any cases they may be managing with senior and junior associates but we have a surprise."

"Whoopee." Violet thinks, she looks over at Pam, she and Pam are the only two women of color as partners in this firm and the only 4 people of color that are partners, period. Pam Takahara is Japanese, tiny and sharp as a whip, and she don't take no crap from anybody, she heads the real estate division. They both smirk and roll their eyes. Surprises usually mean more work and maybe less pay. No one likes surprises. 

"We have someone new joining our firm. He comes from a firm in Australia and has almost 17 years experience in his field. He's not coming in as an associate he'll be joining us as a partner."

As Carlyle drones on about the wonderful new partner from Australia, her mind wonders back to the Borders bathroom. She's been thinking about that lately, she's been thinking about it quite a bit. "I wonder what happened to him, I should have told him my name, gave him my phone number, man could he eat some pussy. What was his name again Peter, Patrick..."

"...Paul Dudley."

She looks up at the mention of the name Paul that was it Paul, and there he is standing in front of her all 6 ft. 2 inches, glowing gold skin, blonde hair, and green eyes of him, Paul. "Good god, what is he doing here?" she thinks, "Is he the new partner?" Her head goes down so fast and she feels Pam lean over and say in a whisper, "Well, hello there partner. He is fine, too bad I have a boyfriend."

She doesn't look up, if she could turn red she would, beet red, "I can't believe this the one time I'm naughty and it's come back to haunt me for the rest of my life." She hears him speak again and it's just like the first time, so smooth, masculine and sweet, her panties start to get wet. She has to look up again, she does and as she does they catch eyes and she sees that something clicks in his brain and he smiles, not a nice "I'm the new partner smile" but a "I'm the spider, you're the fly" smile. 

"I'm so happy to be joining the Brookes and Smithmeyer team, I've known Harmon Brookes for many years, he mentored me and it's a privilege to be working under him again. I look forward to getting to know everyone and working with you." He says with an air of professionalism she hasn't seen in awhile, he doesn't even look nervous or the least bit perturbed at his knowing. 

"Paul will be heading up our International law division since the recent departure of William Monahan and will be working closely with the acquisitions and mergers department. And Violet..." Carlyle looks at her, she knows she looks like a deer caught in headlights, "He'll be working closely with you on the Tri-Gear/Swisz Athletics merger since one of the companies is Swiss owned and we need his international law expertise." She can feel her eyes visibly expand into saucers. Her worse nightmare has come true. "Paul this is Violet Maxwell, she heads up Mergers and Acquisitions. She's one of our best." Carlyle says and it almost sounds like he's gagging as he's saying it. Paul moves to come around the conference table to shake hands with Violet, she stands and shakes his hand and he takes his other hand to caress the back of the one she's shaking with, it's an intimate move that only she notices. He smiles that devil may care smile again and she thinks, "These underwear are ruined."

"Why don't you sit by Violet, Paul and as the meeting goes on she can bring you up to speed on what's going on with that merger."

Paul pulls up a chair next to her, he leans over and says "May I have a couple of pieces of paper to take notes, I forgot to bring a notepad with me." Violet can feel the heat radiating off his body, she has to tighten her thighs or she's going to walk out of this room with a wet stain on her skirt. 

"Sure, no problem" she snatches a couple of pages off and hands them to him without looking directly at him. 

He leans into her ear and says "Thank you, love."

'Why doesn't the floor just open and swallow me whole,' Violet thinks. 

After the meeting, Violet rushes back her office like the devil is on her heels. She sits behind her desk and thinks, "what am I going to do, I have to work with this man." Pam walks in with Violet's legal secretary and part time drag queen, Leonard toddling behind. 

"What the hell was that all about, you shot out of there like the cops were after you." Pam says and she sits and so does Leonard.

"What, what happened at the meeting?" Leonard says with the excitement of man that loves gossip in his voice. 

"Nothing, nothing happened at the meeting? And what do you mean, like the cops were after me? I left that meeting like I leave all the others, calm, cool, and collected." She says, trying to convince herself the lie is true. 

"Knock, knock." They all turn to look at the door and standing there is Paul Dudley, looking better than any man should in a 3 piece Armani suit, it's got to be Armani. "Oh, I'm sorry I thought I'd stop by and talk a little bit more about the Tri Gear/Swisz merger, if you have time?"

"Oh, I have time to talk," she says fast and nervous, Pam and Leonard turn and look at Violet curiously. "Leonard don't you need to be typing up that contract for me?"

"Oh yea!" He says. As he passes Paul he sticks out his hand and says. "Hello, I'm Leonard Finkelstein her legal secretary and body guard." And he giggles, he actually giggles. 

"Pam, I'll speak to you this evening at our regular meeting." 

Pam looks confused and then it dawns on her their girl's night is tonight with honorary girl Leonard, Violet, Violet's best friend Nedra, and Pam at the The Pink Martini Bar. "Oooh, okay, that meeting, yea I'll see you tonight," she turns to leave and says to Paul, "Welcome to our family Paul." He smiles.

Violet stands to come around the desk and Paul rakes his gaze over her, if he thought she looked cute at Borders, she was damn near stunning standing in this office with a black pencil skirt, hot pink blouse that clung to those luscious breasts he didn't get an opportunity to experience and pair of black high heel sling backs, she wasn't wearing any stockings which he found very captivating staring at those toned legs. There was split up the side of her skirt that just gave a look at just enough of her thigh to remember what they felt like in his hands. As she came around her desk to walk over to some files, he tried his hardest not to stare at that spectacular ass of hers, it was round and high and made for loving. "Ahem" his head popped up, uh oh he'd been caught, he smiled sheepishly. She looked so adorable being stern, what a stroke of luck it was for him to have found her again. After those electrifying moments in the bathroom at Borders, he thought he'd never see her again, this had to be kismet.

"Mr. Dudley, the Tri Gear/Swisz merger is a very delicate one." She said in her stern attorney voice.

"Please, call me Paul, no need to stand on ceremony. We know each other, somewhat," he grinned as he made implications of their previous encounter.

"Paul..." as she sat in a tired heap on the leather sofa in her office, "I must assure you that encounter, we had was the only one of its kind. I am not that kind of woman, I just got caught up in the moment. Please don't hold it against me."

"I wouldn't dream of it," stated Paul empathetically. "You know sometimes we do things when we're overwrought with passion, but I hoped you enjoyed it as much as I did. I was certainly disappointed when you just left me standing there."

Violet looked ashamed, "I'm sorry, it's just being that I've never done that before I was so embarrassed I had to get out of there. I'm sorry I didn't mean to be...rude I guess."

He smiled at her, showing all those beautiful white teeth, he did have the most gorgeous smile she thought Colgate ad all the way. "It's okay, I forgive you. Now is it possible that we can start from there?"

She looks shocked and wary, "Oh no, I'm sorry our relationship from now on has to be strictly professional. I don't want the drama or gossip of an office romance. My career means a lot to me, no I'm sorry, Paul."

"Oh, okay then, there isn't anything I can do to convince you?" he says with a sly smile.

"No, I'm sorry" Violet had learned her lesson early in her career about office romances when she dated another attorney at the first firm she clerked at during law school, and when it ended it was a disaster, he tried to get her fired and everyday she went to work after that was horrible, he was an associate with the firm and he made her life a living hell until she finally had to quit. No, she would not be revisiting those waters. Because this man was so fine and so accomplished and friends with one of the partners, she wouldn't have a chance if it ended badly. 

"Okay." It seemed as if Paul was resigned to his fate. "Why don't we do this, I've got quite a few things to take care today and we need to discuss this case file a little more. Why don't we go out to dinner tomorrow, because it seems you have a business meeting tonight? I'll pay."

"Well, why don't we let the firm pay, that way I wouldn't feel like it was personal or a date. There's a wonderful steakhouse called Rockwell's that the firm has an account with, how about it?"

"Yea, sounds absolutely fantastic, I've been craving steak lately. How about 6 pm tomorrow after work, we can meet there if you'd like. I'll look up the address on the net."

"Okay, sounds good, I'll bring a copy of the case file and any notes. I have two paralegals helping me out on this and still have a full caseload but this is big and as I said before delicate, the SEC will be all over it if we don't get it right." 

"Sounds great, Violet I look forward to hearing about it in more detail at dinner tomorrow." Yea, she thought he was resigned to his fate but Paul didn't make it this far in life by just rolling over and playing dead he thought as he exited her office. He'd play it smooth for awhile and then catch her off guard and before she knew it, she'd be his, his very own Violet.

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Leonard and Pam sat the table with apple martinis already in hand as Violet and Nedra came in, late as usual.

"Where have you two biddies been?" Leonard says with an attitude.

"In traffic, if you want to know fool." Nedra smarts back. Nedra has been Violet's best friend since 9th grade when they met in Mr. Andrews English class. Nedra's one of the greatest and most loyal friends Violet has, always there to cheer her up and cheer her on. Nedra Thompson with her smooth chocolate skin, portly frame she stands a few inches shorter than Violet, she keeps her hair short because she has twin boys and a husband that are in perpetual motion, but these Wednesday nights with the girls are a wonderful excuse to cut loose. Nedra's husband, Damien is an assistant coach for local college football team. so time away from a house full of men and sports is a delight for her. She works as a freelance photographer and met Damien as she was taking photographs of one the games and they have been in love ever since.

Pam has been in a long term relationship with her boyfriend Alejandro Quintana for 6 years, Alejandro is from Argentina and he's 8 years younger than the 44 year old Pam, with lots of South American spice, those two in an argument is a sight to see. Alejandro's an emergency room doctor and the sexiest thing in the northern or southern hemisphere, well according to Pam. "Well, it's about time Leonard and I had to start without you two." Pam's already slurring a little, she'll be cabbing it home tonight.

"Yea, girlfriends I was thirsty." Leonard Daniel Abraham Finkelstein, the Jewish drag queen extraordinaire. When he first came to work for Violet as her legal secretary, his first day he came in full make up and she thought this is the ugliest woman or the prettiest man she had ever seen. He was also hilariously funny and would say anything to anyone and fiercely protected his boss, he worked liked a Hebrew slave for her gladly. Didn't take long for him to be included in girl's night out and become good friends with Violet.

"Well, sorry guys you know I have to pick up my girl and then trudge down here through evening traffic" sighs Violet. "Anyway neither of you look like you were at a loss for things to do or drink." 

The waitress comes over looking slightly bored and takes their orders, "Dirty martini for me." Violet loves them dirty.

"A diet coke for me" states Nedra looking around the table at these drunks. She laughs, she doesn't drink but then again with Nedra drinking would only make it worse. She's the designated driver for Violet and will pick her car up from Violet's townhouse and drive it back to her home later in the evening. 

"Okay, here we go since you're here Violet, please tell me what is up between you and Mr. Delicious?" Pam asks accusingly. 

"Mmmm hmmm," says Leonard, he and Pam are always ready to gossip.

"Me and who?" Violet plays dumb.

"Mr. Paul Dudley, who I have deemed Mr. Delicious from now on." 

"Mr. Delicious, Paul Dudley, who's that?" Nedra asks.

Violet looks like she's in the interrogation room at the police station under the hot lights, well she guesses she has to tell them sometime, why not now. "I've met Paul before."

"Where?" Pam shouts.

"Keep it down Pam. I met him at Borders, last Saturday." Violet confesses.

Nedra turns to look at Violet, "At Borders. Was this some kind of blind date and you didn't even tell your best friend."

"No, it wasn't a blind date. You guys know I've been trying to rekindle my dating life. I'm finally at a point that if I really wanted to date someone again, I could. So I went into the Borders to..." Violet sighs, this is so embarrassing, "...pick up some books on sex." Pam doubles over with laughter, Leonard laughs so hard he spits out most of his drink, Nedra just chuckles and shakes her head. "Listen it's been a long time since I was intimate with anyone, I just wanted to brush up, you guys know the last guy I was serious about left me high and dry for his ex-girlfriend, mother of his two children. So I have confidence issues, I'm just trying to get my mojo back."

"Oh girl, please. You have more mojo in your little toe than most women do in their whole bodies" reassured Pam.

"Yea, V you got it going little miss, beautiful, accomplished, a partner in a law firm, get out, don't worry about it, it's just like riding a bicycle you never forget," laughed Nedra. 

Leonard joined in reassuring her "Violet you are the beautiful black woman, I long to be." Violet smiled, she was pleased to have such a group of loving and loyal friends.

"Well, anyway you guys I was in the aisle sitting down with a stack of books beside me when I looked up and saw him, Paul. And let me say ladies and you too Leonard, he was looking all types of fine. I think my mouth dropped open. He came over and asked me about whether I knew where the books on oral sex were. I told him where they were and he picked one out and winked at me."

"Is that it?" Pam looked confused.

"No Pam, that's not it. He was leaving and I was going to follow him up and ask for his number but I didn't see him at the register, so I headed to bathroom. Well...he pulled me into the family bathroom and gave me the best cunnilingus of my life. He didn't need any book."

There was an audible gasp at the table. 

Nedra looked shocked, "You let some strange guy, eat you out in a public restroom," she huffed. 

"You go girl." Leonard hollered.

"Go nothing. That is just not like you Violet." Nedra chastised.

"Well, I say he's a not a stranger anymore so what does it matter." Pam chimed in. "Now, that he's working with you are you two going to continue to explore what other interesting places you can find to have sex."

"Oh no we will not," Violet said definitively, "I will not be doing that Pam. We work together and closely do you know how bad it will be if it ends up badly between he and I." 

"What do you mean, he's a super fine, good looking, reasonably nice, sane guy and you're not gonna hit that again. You're crazy." 

"I'll take your place." Leonard laughed. Violet just smirked at him. 

"No, Pam I will not. My job is important to me and my bills. If things don't work between him and I, no that's a working disaster waiting to happen."

"You are absolutely right, Pam please she cannot do this, if he was outside the firm maybe but they are working together, ethically that's really asking for trouble." Nedra warned.

"Oh you two are so dry." Pam sighed "It's not like we have any rules against partners dating or even co-workers dating."

"Yea, but it is frowned upon." Leonard spoke up, "remember the Raven Delano and Ryan Cartwright incident." Raven and Ryan had dated for a short time, she was an associate and he was a paralegal and it ended with her sending him a dead bird in the office mail. 

"Oh yea." Pam and Violet said at once. "That was ugly, ugly, ugly." Pam remembers, Ryan had to get an order of protection against her and Raven ended up without a job. 

"Well, that just proves that I'm right. We will not be dating, although we will be going to a business dinner at Rockwell's tomorrow night."

They all looked at each other and then at Violet. "Dinner huh?" said Pam, "Well tell me if he has a nice house and whether he has Egyptian cotton or satin bedsheets." Then she and Leonard started to laugh uproariously. 

"I am not dating him," thinks Violet and she was determined to keep her promise to herself. 

Thanks everybody for all your support in my stories, this one was just one I've been working on for a long time longer than my first story I submitted. I like it, so I thought I might share it. As always constructive criticism is always helpful, I'm trying to become a better writer and you guys can help with that. Also I want to thank my editor, H, thank you so much you don't know what your help meant to me, you're truly appreciated. EMD



Rendezvous Ch. 03



Violet had avoided Paul all day at the office, which to tell the truth wasn't as hard as she thought, he was on the 42nd floor and she was on the 40th floor of the 8 floors held by their law firm, which made if relatively easy. He had e-mailed her quite a bit but it was all business and professional, which she was glad of. He reminded her only once about their business dinner that evening. She'd tried to dress rather conservatively, she didn't want any distractions, so she wore a navy blue suit with a light blue cashmere sleeveless sweater underneath and navy blue pumps, she thought it looked as boring as the day was long. 

But as she walked into Rockwell's and Paul spotted her from the bar, he thought anything but that. "My goodness she looks spectacular, that suit fits her so well," he thought. She was standing in the foyer, talking animatedly with an older gentlemen, he said something she must have found amusing because she put her head back and laughed loudly. He could hear her laugh, it sounded nice, like music to his ears and she had the most wonderful genuine smile. Paul enjoyed watching her mouth go up to stretch those full plump lips, and those beautiful coffee brown eyes of hers that crinkled at the corners. She had the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, almond shaped and very distinctive, he could look at those all day. He saw the gentlemen turn his head and point his finger Paul's way and she turned her head to look, when she spotted Paul she smiled and turned again to the gentlemen whom she looked as if she thanked and gave him a nice big hug. She walked towards Paul, well more like sauntered towards him. Did she even know what a sexy walk she had, all long legs and a slight natural twist, he was enthralled. He had to adjust himself in his seat because his cock began to jump to life.

"Down boy," he thought, "this is just a business dinner." But he could always hope for more.

"Good evening, Paul," she said as she smiled.

"Good evening, I just thought I'd have myself a drink while I waited."

She looked at his drink and back up at him, "Would you like one? Mine is bourbon."

"No thank you, I don't drink and drive. My father was killed by a drunk driver. Although I do drink sometimes," she added. 

"Oh, I can understand that, very smart on your behalf. I actually went home and dropped my car off and took a cab down. That way I could change." He said rising out of his seat to pull out a bar stool for her.

That was the first time she had taken notice that he had changed. He had on a pair of khaki slacks, a white button down shirt and a black blazer with brown loafers. Wow, thought Violet, did he look bad in anything, was there anytime he wasn't dressed like he just stepped out of GQ.

"Well some of us had to work hard so we didn't get a chance to go home and change." Violet said with a smile in her voice."Oh no, that's fine. You look great, no need to change what's already working fantastic."

She looked away a little embarrassed and smiled. He did have a way with words.

He decided to change the subject as he noticed she was getting embarrassed and he didn't want her nervous around him. "Who's the gentlemen you were talking to at the front, the maitre'd?"

"No." She said emphatically, "that's Frank Rockwell Ruggerio, he owns the restaurant. He's also a client of the firm. He's a wonderful man. He and his wife Barbara have been married for 44 years and have 7 kids and 18 grandkids. "

"That's quite a feat," said Paul, "not many marriages can weather that many years, are they happy?"

"Yes, insanely happy in fact," said Violet. "They are so sweet and he's the funniest man, I've ever met. He and Mr. Smithmeyer are friends. That's one of the reasons the firm has an account here and he's a client. It's all about who you know in the legal world. But, I don't have to tell you that. Do I?"

Paul laughed, big and hearty "No, no you don't have to tell me that." Violet decided she really liked his laugh it was great to hear a man laugh with such life and depth to it.

The hostess walked over, "Hello Violet, how are you doing?"

"Hi Candace, how are you? How's that beautiful baby girl of yours?" 

"Oh, she's fabulous getting bigger everyday and cuter too."

"And the hubby?" Violet asked looking slyly at her.

"He's getting bigger too and... more cute." Candace laughed and so did Violet. "Well, you guys, your table is ready and we got you a good one."

Candace led Paul and Violet to their table by the window with a wonderful view of Puget Sound. She handed them their menus. "Thanks Candace." Violet said and she left them to decide on their meal. 

As they looked down at their menu choices, Violet asked, "Well, how can I help bring you up to speed on the Tri-Gear/Swisz merger?"

Paul looked up from his menu to see her still perusing hers. "Right down to business aren't we?"

Violet looked up cocking one eyebrow and said, "Ummm, this is a business dinner, isn't it? That means we discuss business. So how do I help get you caught up on the merger?"

So it's going to be that way, thought Paul "Why don't we order dinner first and then we can discuss the merger file."

"Okay," she responded. 

The waiter came over and told them of their specials, Violet decided on a New York strip with peppercorn, medium rare with asparagus and smashed potatoes, a Rockwell's house specialty, and Paul had a t-bone rare with a baked potato and seasonal mixed vegetables. When their salads were brought out to them along with their meals, Violet and Paul went into deep discussion regarding the merger file. 

Violet was all business, discussing the case and answering any questions Paul had, and letting him know in detail why his international law expertise would be needed in the merger. Paul was very active in the discussion and told Violet what he would be bringing to the merger and what assistance he would be to her. 

As they talked though Paul couldn't help but notice little things about her, she was so very knowledgeable and passionate about her work. He loved a smart and capable woman. He didn't like women who feigned ignorance or helplessness to try to stroke a man's ego. All the women he knew were smart and never lessened that fact to make a man feel more important. He also noticed the excitement in her eyes as she discussed the law, she really seemed to relish what she did and thought her role in it was important and vital. He could sit there and listen to her discuss securities law all day long and never tire of it or of watching her, her beauty to him had doubled, even tripled since the time he'd met and encountered her at Borders bookstore. That rendezvous with her in the bathroom had been magnificent but at this table discussing this case with her, it didn't even compare. 

As Violet sat there discussing the merger with him and their roles in it as co-counsel she noticed from the corner of her eye, the intensity with which he watched her. It was with great respect and reverence of her knowledge and ability as a lawyer, but he also looked at her with a hunger that was fully male, his gaze raking over her face and the portion of her body he could see, as she had removed her jacket and her bare arms and sweater covered breasts were exposed to his intense glare. Violet swallowed noticeably, she had never felt so naked while being fully clothed. She felt goose pimples rise on her skin. She felt flush and was very aware of her body's reaction to his scrutiny. She felt her panties become noticeably wetter as she squirmed in her seat a little. She noticed a little smile play on his lips as she did it. Bastard, he knows the effect he has on me, she thought.

Paul smiled just a tad as he noticed her squirming slightly, adjusting herself in her seat. Well, at least I'm not the only one feeling something he thought, happy to know her attraction to him had not faded. 

As they sat with their coffee and dessert, Paul decided it was time to start making a play for his little flower.

"Violet, enough of the business talk, since we'll be working so closely for so long I'd like to get to know you on a more personal level. Do you mind?" he asked.

Violet shrugged, "Sure, why not as long as it isn't too personal. But, we may as well be friendly."

"Good, tell me more about yourself. You know college and all the good stuff, family, things like that." Paul said. Starting off slow was always best he thought to himself.

"Well, I'm 34 years old. I've been a junior partner at the firm for 4 years now. I'm one of four children. I'm the only girl and have three brothers, 2 younger, one older.""What are their names?" 

"The oldest one is Gregory for Gregory Peck, the middle one is Montgomery for Montgomery Clift, and the youngest is Tyrone for Tyrone Powers."

Paul's eyes knitted together in confusion.

Violet chuckled, "My mom, her name is Bernice by the way, really liked movies as a child so she named all my brothers after her favorite actors."

"Oh." He mouthed. "Well, you're not named after an actress what happened to you?"

"My mom decided to make my middle name after one of her favorite actresses, it's Ingrid for Ingrid Bergman. Violet is my great grandmother's name and my mom said when I was born, she thought I was so beautiful the only name fitting for me would be that of a beautiful flower." 

"That's lovely, Violet Ingrid." 

Violet blushed intensely, good thing she had darker skin or he would have seen it. The way her name rolled off his lips, almost made her turn into a puddle of goo in the seat, it sounded so delectable coming from him.

"Are you from here, where'd you go to school?" he asked."Boy, you're inquisitive.""Hey, I'm a lawyer, that's what I do." He smiled.

She chuckled a bit, "no, I'm not from here. I'm originally from Houston, Texas, my mother and two of my brothers still live there. I moved up here to go to law school and stayed. So I went to University of Texas as an undergrad and finished law school here at Seattle University. I went to school at night and worked in the day, it was tough but worth it. So now I'm a Seattlite. The weird part is when I moved up here my best friend Aunedra, but I call her Nedra was already living up here, because she'd gone to Cornell College of the Arts for photography. So I wasn't alone."

Paul shook his head listening intently, Violet was so surprised, when she talked to most men about her life they either looked bored or cut her off to talk about themselves but he really seemed interested. 

"Well, how about you Mr. Dudley? Where you from? What about your family and schooling?" Violet questioned teasingly.

Paul smiled big showing those brilliant pearly white teeth, "As you know, I'm Australian. I'm from Sydney, born and raised, that's why I don't have much of an accent, I'm not a country bumpkin." Violet laughed at his description, "I went to the University of Sydney and went to Stanford University to get my law school degree. The first firm I worked for was where I met Harmon. He became my mentor. I've worked in many places in the world, Chicago, London, Berlin, Hong Kong, and was living in Sydney again when I got in touch with Harmon, he was looking for an attorney that was partner material and I was wanting to come back to the good ol' U.S. of A."

"Oh it must have been wonderful working all around the world, what an experience." Violet commented excitedly.

"Yea, it was great at times. Not good for a marriage though. I'm 43 years old and divorced."

"Oh, do you have any kids?"

"No, no children. My ex-wife was a model and didn't believe in sullying her good looks with a baby. So, no kids, she's living in Paris now with her third husband." Paul chuckled to himself then came out of his reverie, "Oh, yea you wanted to know about me. My mum and dad still live in Sydney, Dorothy and Malcolm Dudley married 49 years and I have an older sister, Ellie who works in the software industry, she and her husband and 3 children live in Singapore. I like football, soccer as you Yanks call it, rugby, classic novels, AC/DC, and I drive a Ford Shelby Fastback."

"Get outta here," said Violet in shock, "you like American muscle and classic cars."

"Well, what idiot wouldn't, the power, the speed, there's nothing like muscle." He said very seriously.

"I think I love you." Violet said facetiously. 

Paul began to laugh long and hard. "Because I love American muscle cars and have one."

"Yes, I know you might see me in that Range Rover I drive to work everyday but that's just my everyday car. I don't own a muscle car but I can appreciate one, I did have 3 brothers. My own little baby is a 1969 corvette stingray in candy apple red. It's my sweetie, I don't take her out a lot but when I do." She smiled thinking about her beautiful classic corvette.

"Oh, I know I love you baby." Paul said jokingly but with a new respect in his voice.

"I know it's an odd habit for a 34 year old black female attorney, but I love automobiles a lot. I did a lot of work on that car myself."

"She can work a merger and work on a car, you're my dream girl."

Violet laughed to herself. She looked up to see Paul pretending to have the puppy dog look of love in his eyes. She had to acknowledge this business dinner was turning out pretty well. She looked at her watch, oh it was getting late.

"Oh Paul it's getting late, we better get going. We both have to be up for work tomorrow. Those cases will not work on themselves."

"Yea, you're right. I've just had such a good time tonight. I better call myself a cab."

"Oh no, that's okay I'd be happy to drive you home." She said.

"You sure, I don't live far from here, but it might be out of your way."

"Where do you live?" she smirked at him.

"On top of Queen Anne Hill on Republican."

"Not a problem it's on my way home to Ballard."

"Good, I'll take the ride."

"Okay, let's get going then." She said as she smiled and signed the bill that the firm's accounting department would be taking care of. 

As they got up to leave and Paul walked behind Violet out the door of the restaurant, saying hearty good-byes to Frank and Candace and coming to her car. He thought as he watched that luscious rump of hers go from side to side in slow motion, 'How do I make this fabulous woman mine?' although he did have a couple of interesting ideas of how make that happen. 

On the ride to Paul's house, they talked more about themselves and their lives. Violet learned that Paul spoke 7 languages including Cantonese and Farsi. She also learned that he loved to give back by doing pro bono work for the poor and disenfranchised. He'd helped some aboriginal tribesman in the bush with land rights case and he had also done work in Kenya, he was looking for opportunities in Seattle to do pro bono work. Violet told him of a couple of organizations she knew of that needed legal help, because he'd practiced quite a few different types of law with international being his first love. 

Paul learned that Violet sang in her high school choir and sang in a community choir, she was an alto. Her childhood dream was to be on Broadway, she loved singing and dancing. He also found out she loved to cook and had taken classes in French and Italian cuisine just for the heck of it. Paul was completely surprised to find out that she was an avid Elvis Presley fan and owned and knew all his movies. As they talked he became more intrigued by her each second, she was the most interesting woman he'd met in many years and he wanted to know more.

To Violet's surprise, she was feeling she wanted to know more about Paul herself and not about his legal career. She wondered about his marriage, why would any woman let him get away. He was absolutely perfection. As they stopped in front of his house, finally she turned and took him all in. He was tall with a body that looked as if he worked out on a regular basis, but not overly muscular, it looked as if he was a swimmer, lean and long, a nice chiseled face, square jaw and straight nose, beautiful lips, she could stare at all day, not too plump, not too thin just right for kissing and she remembered he could kiss, nice beautiful blonde hair and those intense green eyes, they looked as if they saw right into her soul. She thought to herself, he looks kind of like Brad Pitt except only better. And best of all he had big hands and big feet she remembered what the old ladies used to say about those. She remembered those hands gripping her thighs and lifting her up a little to gain access to her bounty. She felt as if she was starting to sweat.

"You okay?" he asked concerned looking at her, she looked as if she trying to catch her breath.

"Oh, I'm fine just thinking."

He grinned mischievously, "About what, your eyes looked a little glazed over."

"Nothing, just work."

"Violet, you know I had a wonderful time at our 'business dinner.' I really enjoyed this evening with you."

Violet smiled, "I did too. You're a really interesting and very accomplished man. I'm quite impressed, a tad blown away."

"It's nothing, I love what I do. I feel lucky I found my calling in life."

"I bet that is great." She thought to herself, she still wondered when she'd find her own.

"Hey, why don't you come into the garage and check out the Shelby. I also have a 1968 Dodge Charger in there I'm getting ready to restore." 

Violet's eyes lit up, "You do. I definitely want to see it."

As they walked up his drive she noticed Porsche 911 in the drive. "Is this yours too?" Violet looked at him curious. 

"Yes, I like Porsches too. But muscle cars are a passion, I own six cars. The '64 mustang is in storage. I'm waiting for my Camaro and '65 Shelby to be shipped over from Sydney. They'll be here in about another week or so."

"Wow, you do like cars."

"Well, we all have to have a vice." He opened the side door to the garage, "Come on in and see mine." He said to Violet.

Violet walked in and almost had an orgasm, he had a 2008 Ford Shelby Fastback, it was beautiful, black with silver racing stripe down the middle. 

"Can I touch it?" She said excitedly as she looked back at Paul who was standing by the door.

"Sure you can, you can even sit in it if you want." He pulled out his key chain and clicked and the door popped open. 

Violet sat down in the seat, all leather, it was like butter. It was so smooth under her hands she just looked at the interior and sighed. Paul looked at her as she swept those beautiful hands across his leather seats and sighed to herself. He thought 'I need to have her sweeping her hands across me and sighing like that.' 

"Why don't I take the cover off the Charger and you can check it out."

Violet popped out of the Shelby and ran over to the car covered in a tarp, Paul pulled it off and all Violet could do was stare. She almost started to cry. It was beautiful, a metallic blue and in wonderful condition. "I still have work to do on the engine but it's coming right along."

"What are you putting under the hood?" She asked, a little test to see if he knew what he was doing.

"A V-8, twin turbos, of course. What else would I put under it?"

"You passed." Violet said, satisfied he wasn't just some rich guy trying to play with cars.

"Well, thank you," said Paul. He wasn't sure what he passed but he was glad he had. She was standing there with her hand on her hip looking smug and sure, he just wanted to grab her and kiss that look right off her face. "Would you like to come in and see pictures of the other three cars?

"Sure, why not?" But Violet was getting the feeling that when they crossed his threshold, they'd be doing more than having a simple discussion about cars. 

Paul opened the door and stepped to the side to usher Violet in. "Come on in, Violet. Excuse the place it's still a little messy. I haven't unpacked all the boxes but my decorator was done, and the contractor had completed all the work I needed by the time I moved in."




Rendezvous Ch. 03



Violet stepped into his kitchen and was awestruck, it was beautiful. It made her kitchen look like a Barbie kitchen. Cherry wood cabinets, black granite counters, a full island, stainless steel appliances, he had a huge Viking stove with the most beautiful backsplash she'd ever seen mosaic tiles made into bunches of colorful flowers. 

"Paul, you kitchen is spectacular," she gushed.

"Thank you, but it wasn't me. I made those contractors work really hard to have this done correctly. Would you like something to drink, I'm sorry to say all I have is tap water, vitamin water, and wine?" She noticed as he opened his refrigerator there was nothing in it but a couple bottles of vitamin water, what looked like butter on the side and a couple of containers of take out. "I haven't been grocery shopping and to tell the truth I really don't cook." 

Violet started to laugh she bent over his counter and laughed heartily. "I don't believe it, this gorgeous kitchen wasted on a man that doesn't cook. What a shame."

Paul laughed and just shrugged.

"I'll take a glass of water." Violet said still laughing.He pulled a glass out of the cabinet and filled with water. He handed her the glass. "Thank you." She said.

"You're welcome. I better go get those pictures before you think I have ulterior motives."

Violet raised an eyebrow. As Paul walked by her, he accidently bumped her and she spilled some water on her sweater. "Oh goodness, I'm a klutz," she said.

"No, it was me let me get a towel to wipe that off." Paul turned to retrieve a towel from the counter and as he turns Violet had moved closer. Close enough so he can smell that intoxicating perfume of hers, what is that, DKNY? "Let me get that," he says lifting the towel to her sweater. She looks up at him but he's not looking at drying her blouse he's looking into her eyes, there's this feral look in his eyes, a hunger and it's been awhile since Violet has seen that in any man's eyes for her. 

Paul notices that his look is reflected in her own beautiful brown eyes, she wants him and she's going to have him. Paul moves in to kiss her, she's the perfect height for him, their lips touch and it's not like the kiss at Borders. This kiss is soft, sweet, tender, very tentative as if he's not sure she wants the kiss but he's trying to convince her. 

But she does want the kiss, she wants to kiss him badly. Violet wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in. 

Paul knows it's time to go for it. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into him, his hands make a downward journey to that beautiful round ass he's been waiting to touch again, and it feels better than it did the first time. 

She moans into his mouth as he kneads her ass with those big hands. Violet feels his cock start to harden as they kiss and she thinks, the old ladies were right. This boy is packing a monster. Oh he felt so good against her, Violet's head was starting to swirl. He pulls back from her lips and she's left wanting more, she opens her eyes to see those smoldering green orbs of his staring at her intently. She can't look away, he's just absolutely gorgeous. 

He pulls back a bit and lifts her sweater to see those beautiful bounties she has covered in navy blue silk, his hand lifts to caress her right breast. Her head lolls back and she moans at the intimate contact. Paul needs to taste her. He pulls her bra down and her breasts spring forth calling him, calling his tongue and his hands. He takes both hands and begins to knead her breasts. They are so soft and beautiful. He looks up at her again and notices her eyes are closed, lost in the sensation of his hands on her flesh. 

Violet can't get over the feeling of his hands on her breasts, they're firm but gentle. He teases her a bit by pinching one of her nipples, "Oh!" She squeaks. Her eyes snap open and he's staring at her with a devilishly wicked grin. She smiles back and his head moves down as he captures one of her perky hard nipples. 

He licks her nipples, making her body want more contact with his mouth and other things. He switches from the right breast to left trying his best to give each the attention it deserves. As he licks one, he kneads the other, flicking her nipples and generating a sensation through her entire body. Her eyes can barely stay open, her body is enflamed, her pussy dripping her essence. He puts his entire mouth over her nipple and begins to suck gently. 

She's absolutely lost it and she knows that if he keeps doing this she's going to come right here on his beautiful granite countertops. She looks down and his eyes come up to reach hers, there is a yearning in his intense glare, of a man that wants to show her body delights that it's never imagined. 

"Oh, Paul" She moans almost incoherently. 

"Yes love." He says as he lifts his mouth from waiting breasts. 

Paul knows what he wants and he wants to make her his in every way possible. 

Violet's body is sheer wonder of his ministrations. She's never felt this way just from a man sucking her breasts, her co-worker sucking her breast, her mind screams. "Stop," she screams and pushes him back, "please stop doing that."

He looks up in total and utter confusion, "what's wrong? Am I going to fast? Am I doing something wrong."

"No, you're not Paul, I have to go." She pulls her bra up and her shirt down and jumps off the counter. 

She grabs her coat and car keys and heads to the door. "Paul, thank you..."

"Oh no you don't. You're not going to pull the same crap you pulled on me at the bookstore." He says, a tad pissed off. "What is up with you running away?" 

"Paul, I told you when we first spoke at work, this has to remain professional. Our careers are at stake here. There's too much to risk for a little fling." She said sternly.

"Little fling. Who said I wanted a little fling?" he questioned.

"Oh please, you were married to a model. You're just scratching an itch with me." 

"Is that what you think? I'm just some jerk, who's running around like a 14 year old wanker, looking to get laid. Sweetie I'm here to tell you I don't have a problem getting laid, I'm looking for more." He said seriously.

Violet's eyes rounded in shock, "More? Are you serious?"

"Yes, Violet I'm serious as death itself."

"Paul, I'm sorry there just can't be more between us. I have my livelihood to think of and you should be doing the same. If this were to end badly, it would impact both our careers because we work together."

"But, what if it turns out good?"

Violet thought for a moment about her last boyfriend, Charles who had left for his baby's mom and the one before that, Spencer who decided he needed space but was engaged a month after the break up, and of course, her romance with Dirk from the firm she clerked at, she couldn't risk that kind of disaster in her life again, not when her career was going so well, even though she wasn't sure she even wanted it. Maybe the idea of trying to date again was a bad one. At least she thought if she was going to try to date Paul it was bad. 

"I'm sorry Paul, there's just no way this could ever turn out good. I enjoyed the dinner tonight. I'll see tomorrow at the office." And she walked out of his back door to leave.

Paul's fist hit the countertop, "Damn!" he shouted to the empty kitchen.



Rendezvous Ch. 04



The next day at work was rough for Violet, she couldn't avoid Paul, they had a merger to work on and they also had a team meeting regarding the case. He looked a tad miffed at her but as usual was very professional. The meeting went by and everyone was aware of their assignments and tasks for the upcoming weeks. 

Violet came down to see Paul in his office. Leslie his legal secretary was missing from her desk, so Violet decided to knock to see if he was in. 

"Yea, come on in." he said sighing.

"Hi Paul" she greeted as she walked in, she smiled brightly.

He looked at her with no change of expression. "What can I do for you, Violet?"

'Oh, it's going to be tougher than I thought,' she was getting nervous.

"Paul, I just wanted to say about last night..."

"That's okay, Violet. I thought about what you said and I can understand your trepidation. It was inappropriate for me to go that far last night. We do work together and if you want to keep this professional that's fine with me," he said, but she thought she saw disappointment in his eyes.

"Oh, that's great Paul. I was just getting nervous. I didn't want there to be any uneasiness between us. So friends?" she stuck her hand across the desk for a shake.

He put his hand out and grasped hers firmly and shook it. When he did it, Violet was sure she felt a little electric current flow through her. Yea right, friends, she thought.

He smiled big at her, "You know Violet since we're going to be friends. I've been looking for someone to show me some sights around Seattle."Her brow wrinkled a bit. 

"So, since we're going to be friends why not show me around a little? How about it, friend?" 

She laughed, boy he was charming, she couldn't help herself. "Okay."

"Well tomorrow is Saturday, why don't we plan for a little tour of downtown. I'm dying to watch the fish fly at Pike Place Market." 

"Oh you are, are you?" she grinned, "well I have a little work to get done but why don't I come by your house at about noon and we can catch the bus down there. Because trying to park downtown on Saturday is an absolute headache." 

"Sounds delightful make sure you wear your walking shoes. I don't want my tour to be shortened because of tired feet."

"Will do, Mr. Dudley," she turned and sashayed right out of his office.

She has got a magnificent ass he thought to himself. I wonder how long I'll have to play the friend role until I make her my own. 

***************

She was there at noon with walking shoes on. The sun was shining, but there was a nice breeze coming off the sound, a beautiful spring day which was unusual for Seattle, spring days usually mean rain but she was thrilled that the weather had cooperated. Violet bounded up to Paul's door, this was the first time she'd seen his house in the daylight and it was magnificent, mission style, with nice big windows. She saw him as he came towards the door before she could even bring her hand up to knock, he opened the door.

"Hey there," he said as he opened the door, as usual with a big grin on his face. 

Violet thought to herself, I could never get tired of seeing him smile, she smiled back "Hey there yourself, you ready to go? The bus will be at the stop in couple of minutes." 

He looked down at his feet, "I just gotta put my trainers on and I'll be ready to spend the day with a lovely lady." 

She blushed a little.

"Hope you don't mind that I call you lovely?" he asked wanting to make sure he wasn't making her uncomfortable.

"Of course not, as long as you don't do it all day long." She warned. 

He put his fingers up in the boy scout salute, "I promise." 

She laughed to herself. He stepped back in and went racing up the stairs to get his shoes. Violet stepped into the foyer and looked around for a moment his living room and what looked like an office were in the front of the home. The living room was cozy in deep rich tones of burgundy, navy, and gold. The office looked typically male, all wood paneling and tons of books. She was looking through the doors when she heard him coming down the steps.

"Checking out my office, huh?" 

She looked around "Yes, it's very nice. Have you read all those books?"

"Some, but some are just there for aesthetic purposes. But you know as an attorney, I have to at least look like I'm well read."

"Ah, you did sell a book once, didn't you?" she says sarcastically.

He laughs, he takes her arm and they head out the door. As he turns to lock his door he asks her about her quote. "Where'd you get that from? That's very funny or maybe it was just the voice you used."

"Ha, ha I told you my mother loved movies and she passed that love on to me, especially the classics. That's a line from The Big Sleep with Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. It's a fantastic movie."

"I'll have to remember that one." And he thought I'll have to remember you like classic movies. 

As they walked down the street in silence with the sun glistening off the trees and the breeze making the leaves sway, Violet looked at him from the side. She was so floored at his beauty he had on khaki pants, a pair of Adidas tennis shoes, a green short-sleeved shirt with white t-shirt under it, the green really set off his eyes beautifully. She'd decided to at least look reasonably cute but it wasn't as if they were dating but heck why not give him something nice to look at, she had a nice flouncy skirt with flowers all over it, a t-shirt, a blue jean jacket, just in case the weather shifted, you need to be prepared in Seattle and some hot pink canvas converse tennis shoes. She decided to skip the purse, too much trouble, a small coin purse with her id, some cash and credit cards just in case she saw something she couldn't resist was enough. 

As she looked up she noticed that the bus was coming down the street, "hey we better get moving or we'll be waiting for the next bus to come."

"Whoa, you're right." He began to run and she followed. It was difficult to look ladylike while running like a track star but they caught the bus before it closed the door. Luckily they had their fare ready and didn't have to search their pockets for it, nothing like other bus riders waiting and giving you dirty looks while you dig around in your pockets for change. As they took their seats they were both breathing hard, "not as young as we used to be," Paul said clutching his chest. They started to laugh together and Violet leaned over and put her hand and head on his shoulder and laughed with abandon. Some of the passengers turned to stare and look annoyed but Paul didn't care, he had the most beautiful woman in Seattle sitting next to him on the bus, laughing at some inane comment he'd made and leaning her beautiful head on his shoulder, he was in absolute heaven. 

As Violet leaned over and laughed on this strong shoulder, she thought, he feels so good and this feels so right. I have to watch myself. She pulled away slightly from him and missed that shoulder the moment she left it. They arrived downtown and walked down to the outdoor market with throngs of visitors, hometown folks, odd, weird, musical and wonderful that made up the Pike Place Market. Paul eyes widened, "You know this is my first time here," he told Violet.

She was surprised, they worked downtown and he hadn't visited once, "Wow, you don't get out of the office much. I come here quite a bit during the spring and summer to get lunch."

"Well, maybe next time you do, I can join you," he turned to her with that jaw-dropping smile on his lips.

"Well, maybe so," I think I'm going to enjoy this day with him she thought. 

Their day at the Pike Place Market had been fabulous, watching them throw fish as customers ordered. They even had Paul come up and join in the fun, as they threw a fish at him and he caught it. They walked, talked, and looked at all the beautiful arrangements of flowers, flashing their wonderful colors and smells in the spring air. They tried food at the different vendors, jellies, candies, and lots of fresh fruit. Violet bought a couple of nectarines to take home with her, but she had to have a taste of one because she knew they were delectable from experience. She washed it off in a fountain and bit into it, the juice flowed down her chin it was so sweet, her eyes closed and she stuck out her tongue to wipe the juice from her face. 

Paul almost lost it then and there, his cock got hard just looking at her expression and that sweet tongue peek out to lick that juice, he kept wishing that it was his tongue cleaning her up. 

When she opened her eyes from her wonderful moment with the nectarine, she noticed Paul staring with that hungry look of desire. She just smiled and his face relaxed into an endearing grin and they were off. He bought a beautiful photograph of the Seattle skyline for his home office and she bought a great pair of shoes, a wonderful pair of comfy, cute, red flats good thing she bought the credit card, they were $200.00. Paul looked like he was going to choke at the price. 

Violet just smiled and said, "there's no such thing as paying too much for cute shoes." 

He just shook his head and muttered something about women. They had dinner at Pike Place Brewery and had some wonderful micro brewed beer, Paul seemed to enjoy trying a little bit of all the local fare. They each had enjoyed themselves and had laughed and talked until it almost hurt. On the bus ride back up to Paul's house, Violet was so tired she leaned over and fell asleep on Paul's shoulder. He turned to take in her beauty again, when she slept she had the face of an angel, long lashes sweeping across her cheeks, those fantastic full lips and cute nose, she was perfection in living form. He wanted to see her sleeping next to him in his bed all the time. He gently touched her cheek as she slept, she stirred a little but didn't wake up. Before they got to their stop, he shook her lightly to let her know it was almost time to get off the bus. 

She roused a little groggy, "Oh, my goodness Paul, did I fall asleep on you." She said apologetically. 

"It's not a problem it's been a long, active day, no worries about you being tired." 

She loved when he used those Australian colloquialism, which he didn't do often, but they sounded so sexy coming from those perfect lips. She had to admit he was beautiful and a very sweet man, too bad they worked together. 

They walked back to his home and she pulled her keys from her pocket to get ready to head home for the evening. 

"Would you like to come in for a drink?" He asked.

"Oh no thank you, I'm really tired Paul and need to get home, get a shower and get under the covers."

"Yea, I'm tad beat myself. But, I had wonderful afternoon with you. You're a pretty good tour guide. Could I possibly get you to take me around some more?" 

"Are you serious?" she asked with a little suspicion in her voice.

"Yes, I am," she still looked at him cautiously, "And no Violet, I'm not attempting to make a play for you. You told me how you felt and I can respect that, but you're fun and seem to know a lot about the city so, why not?"

Her face relaxed "Well, it's true I am a lot of fun and I do know lots about the city and the area in general. Sure, we can plan a couple of day trips if work doesn't get in the way. It may be fun for me it's been quite awhile since I've been on some day trips and went around the city like a tourist."

"Great, well why don't you pick the next spot to visit and give me a date and time and we'll get on the tourist bandwagon."

"Alright, that sounds great. I think I have somewhere I'm sure you'll like."

"I'm sure I will, too. Well have a great rest of the weekend," he leaned in and held out his arms for a hug. She stepped into them and hugged him, it was supposed to be friendly but Violet's body reacted to his strong embrace and solid build, the man was fine. 

He stepped back and let her go. "I'll see you Monday, Violet."

"I'll see you Monday, Paul. Have a good evening." 

She got into her car and drove off back towards home. As she drove she thought to herself, 'how long will I be able to pretend that I am not hopelessly attracted to this man, maybe the tour guide thing was a bad idea.' But she thought to herself, 'if I don't have anything I have self-control,' she congratulated herself on it. 'Yea, the same self-control that you had in the bathroom at Borders.' At the light she put her head on the steering wheel and sighed. 

***************

Between their working on the merger at the office and her tour guiding him on the weekends, Paul and Violet had gotten to know each other quite well. He was always so professional at the office and she appreciated that he kept their friendship outside of it very private. She was not in the mood for gossip to start about an affair that they were not even having. When they went out on the weekends, he was lots of fun, very energetic, spontaneous and had a wicked sense of humor. They had visited spots, some of which Violet hadn't visited in years, they'd gone to Snoqualmie Falls together, they'd visited Mt. Rainier, gone to the Skagit Valley during the Tulip Festival, toured Chateau Ste. Michelle the winery, taken a ferry over to Bainbridge Island to shop and tour. They'd been having so much fun, Violet found herself looking forward to the weekends, a couple of weekday evenings he'd come over to watch movies and eat take out with her, they went for pizza, she found herself so intensely drawn to him and she knew that maybe she was falling for him but she'd kept her distance, there were the slight touches, lingering glances and smiles, the way they would sometimes accidentally and no so accidentally brush against one another, once he even took her hand and intertwined their fingers and held it as they walked. 

Paul knew it too, he didn't know how long he'd be able to hold out before he just took her and made her his whether she wanted it or not but he knew she wanted it, he saw the look in those beautiful dark brown eyes, the quiver of her body when he touched her, the slight quickening of her breath when he got close to her. He knew it wouldn't be long before, they shared intimate moments together. He just had to convince her that if it happened they would both be okay and happier because of it. 

One evening after a long, tough day of conferences and negotiations, Violet was the law library doing research for a brief she'd be presenting to court in a week. The research was tough and involved so Violet was in full concentrate mode with her books laid out before her and reading glasses on, the law library had almost half a floor by itself and the office was dark and quiet because everyone had a life and had gone home for the evening. At least, she thought everyone else had a life, as she sat at the table with the lone light over her law books illuminating the room and the lights from the outside downtown coming through inky blackness of the night, she heard shuffling. What the heck is that, she thought. "Hey, is somebody in here?" She asked loudly she wasn't going to be shy, only the reception floor was accessible to the law firm without a cardkey but she didn't want to be caught in here alone as a woman and not sure who else may be in the office, maybe it was the cleaning staff. Out of the shadows, she saw Paul approach.

"It's just me, working hard." He said shrugging his shoulders.

She breathed a sigh of relief, good she wouldn't have to use her martial arts training on him to beat him down.

"What are you doing here, this time of night, you should be out enjoying the nightlife." Violet smirked at him and propped her glasses on top of her head.

He laughed, "yea, enjoying nightlife that's what I should be doing but my usual companion is here pouring over law books. What are you doing here?" he asked her, he was interested but not as interested as he was in kissing her senseless at that moment, she looked delicious in black sleeveless top with chocolate breasts peeking a little over that scoop neck, he looked down and noticed that her cute feet had shed those black stilettos he saw her wearing earlier, he so wanted to crawl under that table and bury his heads between her smooth thighs, she looked a little worn out.

"I'm just doing research on a brief I have to turn into the Court in a week. I still want to know why you're here." She repeated.

"I'm here getting ready for a motion I have on Friday in the Pacific Shipping and Trade lawsuit." He confessed.

She leaned back and stretched a bit, making her breast protrude slightly, she thought she heard him moan. 

"You look tired, Violet." He said sympathetically, he knew how hard it was being an attorney and keeping the long hours they kept.

"I am, this merger is such a huge case and the remainder of my caseload can make a girl weary and I had two conference calls and a meeting today with clients."

He shook his head knowingly and moved around the table, he noticed she watched him come around the table up behind her chair. Violet was feeling a little like a mouse in a trap, he looked like he wanted to eat her alive and she felt like being gobbled up. As he positioned himself behind her seat, Violet turned her chair around and looked up at him. He was staring down at her with a lustful look in those emerald green eyes, she'd seen it quite often lately when they spent time together. He never pushed himself on her, he just bore that feral glare right into her, he gave her wicked grin and winked. 

"Turn around, Violet I've come to help you get some relief." He ordered as he turned her chair back around.

Violet wasn't sure what to do, get up and just leave or get up and get naked. He put those big strong hands on her shoulders and started to massage them, he had long thick fingers, she'd noticed awhile back and he knew exactly how to use them. His touch was strong and sensuous without being heavy and demanding, she began to relax and lolled her head back as a sexy sigh escaped her lips, her eyes were closed and she was melting under his touch. She knew it wasn't a good idea to let him massage her shoulders, but it felt so good and she needed it so bad, she thought who would it hurt if she gave in for a moment. 

Paul looked down at her, head tossed back he caught her glasses before they slid off her and placed them on the table, with her dark hair cascading over the back of the chair, her breasts were out and her long, neck stretched gracefully, tempting him in the most delightful of ways. He knew he'd promised her awhile back to just be friends and keep things professional at the office but, with this temptress stretched out in the chair in front of him, professionalism was the last thing on his mind. He saw her full lips slightly part as she sighed again as he massaged her supple flesh, he couldn't take it anymore, he had to kiss her. He bent over her and kissed her soft lips, their heads in opposite directions.

Violet could feel him bend over behind her, she knew he was going to kiss her and she was ready and waiting this time. When his lips went flush over hers and pressed into her hard, she opened her mouth willingly as his tongue delved in and oh goodness could he kiss, she thought she'd come from just kissing him alone. He pressed hard on her lips and their tongues explored the cavern of the others mouth. 

Paul thought her mouth was so sweet, his hand went from massaging her shoulder down to her bountiful breast, he squeezed it familiarizing himself with the feel of her again, as he did so she moaned into his mouth, he could feel her squirming slightly in her seat. He started to suck on her tongue as he pinched her nipple and rolled it between his fingers. He decided he just didn't want to feel her breasts under her blouse he wanted to feel her flesh to flesh. They continued to kiss each other hungrily, he was surprised she hadn't pulled back and stopped him but she seemed just as caught up as he was. He brought his hand up and stuck it down into the top of her blouse and under her bra, ahh the mother lode, she had wonderful breasts. He felt her wrap her hands around his neck and pull him in. Why not thought Paul if she wants it, I'm going to give her everything she needs. His left hand went down and toyed with the top of her skirt and he slid his hand between the band of her skirt and her underwear, he kept moving down as he did, she was squirming and starting to moan more loudly and writhe a little. He was so turned on, he thought he just might pick her up and bend over the table and take her from behind, he could see himself riding her into ecstasy from the back. His hand went over her mound and he was shocked at how wet she was, she was flowing like a river and now he was hard as granite. 




Rendezvous Ch. 04



He pulled his mouth away from hers, "Violet I have to say something." He mumbled trying to gain his composure, he never stopped massaging her breasts or rubbing her through her underwear.

Her eyes opened they were just barely slits, "Yes, what Paul, what?" she pleaded as she caressed his face.

"I want you more than I've wanted any woman in a long time, and if we weren't in the middle of the law library at the office, I'd be pushing your skirt up and ripping your panties from your body and loving you till you came so hard you'd lose your mind."

She was breathing hard. "Oh, that sounds wonderful," she moaned.

"But, we can't do this here." He gained some semblance of control and removed his hands from what now would be two of his favorite spots in the world.

She was bereft when his hands moved, she was so hot now and wanted him to bring her to complete and utter orgasm. 

He turned her chair around and stooped down in front of her so he could look her directly in the eye. "Violet, I'm sure you know this, I'm extremely attracted to you and I know you're attracted to me."

Violet was a tad shocked that he had realized that but then it had been hard to try it keep it hidden over the last few weeks.

"But, I don't want you as a one-night stand or some late night booty call. I want to have a relationship with you. "

Violet stared with wide eyes in shock, relationship, awww, that could only lead to trouble but then again what they just shared in the law library could have lead to a lot more trouble.

"I don't want to take you on a table in the law library our first time, maybe our third time but not our first." He said smiling.

He was so sweet, Violet thought, he caressed her cheek and said, "I want to see where this could go, I know you have a rule about dating co-workers but sometimes rules are made to be broken. Sometimes breaking rules can lead to good things, I haven't wanted or been intrigued by a woman so much since my ex-wife and I didn't feel the way about her that I'm beginning to feel about you. I want you to please give this a chance."

"Paul, I don't know, if we take this to the next level there's such a big risk. Are you willing to risk your career and livelihood over this?" She asked scared of the answer.

"I'm willing to risk it, if it means I can get closer to you." He was looking her directly in the eyes, holding her shoulders, "I want you to think about it, Violet, I want all of you and I don't think I'm going to stop pursuing you until you're mine." 

She'd never heard words so sweet, but were they sincere? Men had told her things in the past to convince her to give them a chance and then they took advantage of her love, used her and left her with hurt feelings and deep longings. What was so different about Paul?

"I see it in your eyes you've been hurt and your trust broken. I know you may have reservations but I'm willing to do whatever I have to do to make you trust me, and wipe the memories of those idiots that didn't realize what a jewel they had, when they had you from your mind. Will you let me do it?" he asked her sincerely.

Violet looked at him and something in her told her to believe him, take the chance and maybe she could find love, real love, true love. That's what was different about Paul his eyes told her he wanted to try his best to love her. "Paul, let me think about it, can you give me some time."

"Yes, I'll give you time but know that I'm not going away, I'm not going to let you not give us a chance." 

She looked at him and he leaned in and kissed her again and yes, she took her time and kissed him back as the lights of downtown shown through the floor to ceiling windows of their office. 

***************

Violet was in Pam's office, just having a chat about life and Paul. 

"I say, take a chance. Violet he's gorgeous and from what you've been telling me about the time you've been spending with him, obviously sweet as all get out and he likes you a lot. Don't sabotage yourself. He's a nice guy, how many of those do you get to come around and pursue you?"

"Not many," responded Violet. "I've talked about him to Nedra and even she says I should give him a chance, and you know at first she was totally against this."

"He's proven himself, sweetheart. The man is determined."

"He's been sending me flowers, anonymously of course, everyday at the office they always say, "in anticipation of your answer" signed P. It's so cute. I think I'm coming to a decision and I think it might be yes." She told Pam.

"Good, cause you're about to drive me crazy with this round and round with him. You see how these barracudas are looking at him in this office. You better put a claim on your man before they try to come in and undercut you. You know some of these women in this office have no shame."

"You're right some of them don't." Violet was thinking of one in particular.

"Anyway, Alejandro and I are throwing a dinner party this Saturday and of course we want you there, I'm inviting Leonard, Nedra and her husband and you but you have to bring a date. I don't want everybody there with a significant other and you dragging in single. So, go down to his office and ask him to join you on Saturday."

"What?"

"Ask him to be your date." Pam said looking at her like she'd grown horns. "Don't play dumb with me, there's a fine man named Paul Dudley in this office, who would love to escort you anywhere including to the dentist office if he could. At least, this way he gets a free really delicious meal."

Violet started to laugh, "Okay, you're right I'll ask him. Can I bring anything?"

"Just you, that sexy Paul and some Shiraz." 

"You got it lady. Now let me head off to see if an attorney can use a date on Saturday."

"I know you could." Pam smirked.

Violet just shook her head and left Pam's office and headed to Paul's. As she approached the door she could hear laughter from his office, she saw Leslie.

"Hi Leslie" she spoke to Paul's legal secretary.

"Hey, good to see you. He has visitor, it's not exactly a meeting just a drop in so I'm sure he won't mind if he go on in there." Leslie said smiling up at her.

"Okay." She approached the door and heard more shrill laughter, she knew who it was, Rebecca Althorp, bimbo Barbie the attorney. She pushed the door open and noticed Rebecca standing behind Paul's desk leaning over him, with that big fake smile and her bigger fake breasts in his face. Violet couldn't stand her, not because she was white but because she was dumb, she always thought she'd slept with someone to get her position as partner, probably Carlyle he seemed like the type. Rebecca headed up the Wills, Estates and Trusts division. Now, what would she need with someone whose expertise was international law?

Violet cleared her throat and Paul and Rebecca looked up at her. Paul smiled big at her and she just smiled right back, Rebecca looked at her with a little disdain and then plastered the usual fake smile she gave around the office onto that botoxed face. Rebecca rose up and flipped her flame red hair over her shoulder, what a predictable move thought Violet.

"Hey, Violet didn't hear you come in. I was just showing Rebecca some research information using Westlaw."

What, she forgot how to use Westlaw thought Violet, "Oh, that's okay. I just wanted to ask you something. I could always come back."

Rebecca jumped right on that statement and spoke up. "That'd be great Violet, because what we're doing right now is really important," she said dismissively. 

Violet thought I oughta knock that hussy into next week but she'd probably just bounce back to this one on those balloon boobs of hers. She smiled to herself.

"Well, Rebecca it's not really that important and I think with what I've shown you, you can easily figure the rest out yourself. Don't you think?" Paul asked her in a serious tone.

"I don't know, Paul" she purred "you're just so smart and such an expert, I might get back to my office and get lost in all this information." She whined batting those flash eyelashes.

Violet thought she would gag right then and there, she noticed Paul looked a tad annoyed with her too. 

"Rebecca you'll be fine. You know Violet and I are working on this merger and we have some important deadlines coming up so whatever she needs to ask me, I need to answer." He said sternly.

Rebecca walked from around the desk, she turned to Paul and said, "well, if I need help can I steal you away maybe for a long lunch or something?" she said suggestively.

Violet knew what she meant by 'long lunch,' my goodness thought Violet this girl will hit her back for anybody. 

As Rebecca passed Violet she looked at her up and down as if dismissing her, Violet just stared back and rolled her eyes, Violet thought, 'bitch you keep eyeing me like that you'll be hitting your back right now when I knock you out.' Violet just tsked and turned to watch her as she tried to twist that non existent butt as she walked past. After she left, Violet closed the door behind her hard.

Paul walked around the desk and gathered her in his arms and kissed her soundly. 

"Paul we shouldn't do that in the office." She warned putting her hands on his chest to try and push him back from her.

"This is my office and I do what I want and if I want to kiss you, I'll kiss you." So he kissed her again. "I'm so glad you broke that up." He sighed heavily. 

"Why?" she asked smiling.

"Because she's a ditz, I don't know how she got that junior partnership. Also I hate the way she's always coming onto me and all that insincere flattery is just nauseating. And she knows I'm not interested in her but she won't stop doing it."

"Oh, I can make her stop doing it." Violet said peeved.

Paul held her tighter and brought his hands down to cup her bottom, "I'm sure you could, but I don't want you catfighting with her in the office." He slowly smiled "if you're going to roll around with somebody I want it to be me."

She blushed and looked away, "What is it that you need to ask me" he said.

"Oh" she pulled back slightly but he still held her, "Pam is having a dinner party this Saturday and she invited me and I need a date. Would you like to be my date?"

Paul was thrilled she asked him out, "I'd love to be your date, anytime. What time?"

"It's going to be 7 pm at her house on Mercer Island. I'll come pick you up."

"No, you will not be picking me up, I want this to be a date and as the man I want to pick you up and run the show." 

Violet was a little turned on by his take charge attitude, she noticed a few times he could be a bit dominant when he wanted to be and it intrigued her in more ways than one. 

"Okay, Mr. Run the Show, you can come and pick me up. I'll get you Pam's address." 

"Good, will I see you this evening?" They'd been spending evenings together while she made up her mind, although she knew she already had she just hadn't told him yet.

"Yes, you will. I may not get out of here till 8 pm or so but I'll come by."

"Okay, I'll have some dinner there and maybe a movie. What would you like to see 'Roman Holiday' or 'Suspicion'?" he asked, they'd seen quite a few classic movies he knew she loved those and he was beginning to appreciate them as well.

"How about 'Roman Holiday' can't get tired of Gregory Peck." 

She leaned up to kiss him and he kissed her back hard, then he smacked her bottom and said, "okay, Gregory Peck then."

"Ow!" she squealed, "okay, see you tonight Mr. Dudley." He smiled that beautiful smile at her with those laughing eyes and she turned and walked out. 

She thought about her smacked bottom as she made her way back to her office, I wonder if he does that during sex and if he does I think I like it. 



Thanks everyone for the positive feedback and suggestions, keep it coming. Thanks again to my editor, H. I'm going on vacation for a bit so it maybe little while before you get an update, but don't worry this tale ain't over yet. EMD



Rendezvous Ch. 05



Violet was in her office on the first floor of her three story townhome getting some work done when she heard the doorbell. Who's that, she wondered as she headed to the door as she looked through the side window and saw Nedra standing there.

"Hey, girl," Nedra said as she opened the door.

"Hey." Nedra stepped in and took off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack by the door. "What you up to?"

"Just getting some work done, but I'm almost through with that. What are you doing here?"

"Well, the hubby took the boys and I'm taking the opportunity to get out of the house and go shopping for something to wear to the dinner party tonight. You want to come? We can head over to Mayview Square." Nedra said, rubbing her hands together sinisterly. She knew Violet had a thing for shopping, especially at Mayview Square.

"You got a partner. Let me go upstairs and change; I've been lounging and look like it."

"You look fine," Nedra told her. 

Violet looked down at her tattered jeans and t-shirt. "You've been married too long. We can't all just let ourselves go." She laughed as she and Nedra went up the stairs.

Roaming through the mall, Nedra and Violet shopped and talked about what was happening in each of their lives. 

"Well, I have this freelance shot for a local wine magazine," Nedra said. "It sounds like it's going to be fun. I'll be going out to Woodinville taking some photos and going out to Mt. Vernon also for a shoot."

"You are really busy aren't you? I'm so happy, Nedra, that things are going well for the photography business. How are my godsons Kenny and Kyle doing?"

"Girl, they're fine playing in little league baseball. I cannot get Damien to see that those kids need some time off from sports." Nedra complained.

"Well, the man is a coach, what do you expect?"

As they looked through the racks at Nordstrom Nedra asked about Paul, "So how are things with you and Paul?" She smiled and giggled.

Violet looked away thinking of her handsome 'friend'. "They're good, really good. I'm just so shocked Nedra."

"Shocked about what?"

"That he's still interested. That he's still pursuing me."

"Why wouldn't he be? Wait a second Violet, you have got to know you are a beautiful, smart, dynamic black woman and any man with any sense would be more than lucky to have you look his way!"

Violet blushed a little. She was just so grateful for Nedra; she always made her feel special. "Thank you, sweetie. You know, I think I'm coming to a decision on whether or not to date him."

"Well, what's the verdict, counselor?"

She laughed at Nedra's use of legalese, "I think the verdict is going to be, yes."

Nedra started to jump up and down, clapping her hands and wiggling her hips.

"Nedra, please! You just didn't win the lotto!"

"Yes, but you did: the man lotto. I am so happy for you! The boy deserves a chance; you've had him hanging on for long enough."

"Well, part of that was because of you," Violet stated as Nedra made her whatever face. "Since I'm going to say to him we'll be seeing each other exclusively and dating and all that, I think there will be another yes tonight."

Nedra looked at her to the side with cat that ate the canary grin "Ooohhh, somebody's going to be bad tonight!"

"Yeah, and that somebody is me!" Violet threw her head back and laughed deeply. "I am nervous as all get out, Nedra. You know the last time I had sex was almost 2 years ago. This man is fine and looks like he knows his way around a bedroom. If any of the moments I've spent with him heavy petting say anything, he's drawing the map for the bedroom. He's good Nedra. I haven't forgotten that forbidden time in the Borders bathroom; he brought new meaning to the word ecstasy."

"Well, you're no slouch, are you? I know you remember how it goes; it hasn't been that long and you don't get sex amnesia. Once you get those clothes off, it will come back to you in detail, I would guess. I mean, haven't you been practicing a little with him while you guys heavy pet."

They both laugh, "Yes, we get some practice in but we've been doing a really good job of keeping clothes on, not exactly our hands over the clothing but at least on. Do you think I need some lingerie or something sexy to wear?" Violet asked.

"Well, if he's anything like Damien he'll just be saying 'yeah, that's nice, now take it off'" 

"Oh, maybe that was TMI," said Violet. "Too much information."

"Anyway, you know I've told you more than that. Why don't we stop by the lingerie department and see what we can find that will heat Mr. Paul up? And I want details!"

Violet looked at Nedra like she was insane.

"Don't look at me like that. I want details; blow by effing blow, heifer!" 

They walked out of the women's department to lingerie, laughing like two schoolgirls. 

***************

Violet was frantic. Since she was planning on telling Paul she had decided to be in an exclusive girlfriend/boyfriend relationship and intending to have sex with him tonight, she wanted to look perfect for this evening. She'd taken out several outfits and had tried them on to no avail. She wasn't satisfied. She checked the clock: it was 6:10 pm, she had to get going. Luckily she'd already done her hair and make up the clothes were the final piece of the puzzle. She pulled back some items in her closet to reveal a bright red wrap dress she'd bought a few months ago but had never worn. It was some kind of clingy fabric with a deep v-neck and skirt that swung around her thighs. Well, she thought it looked good when she tried it on in the store, let's see if I can handle it tonight. She put it on and decided she did look really good in the dress. Everything was where it was supposed to be and she'd bought a black lace bra and matching black lace thong that went well under this sexy dress. Her breasts were at attention and looking gorgeous and, well, her butt as usual was any man's dream, she thought: nice, high and round. She pulled out a pair of black strappy Manolo Blahnik sandals that looked perfect with the outfit and a black wrap. 

She heard the doorbell ring. She looked at her self in the mirror and said, "Violet, this is your night. Your man and you better enjoy it." She picked up her purse and headed downstairs. 

She walked down the steps to the front door. She could see Paul's head through the windows at the top of the door. She opened it and almost fell dead. When does this man ever stop looking devastatingly sexy and handsome? Paul was wearing a pair of black slacks, a black fitted turtleneck sweater with a light charcoal gray jacket over it and black Italian loafers. He looked good in black. 

Paul looked at her in that red dress and thought 'wow'. He wanted to peel it right off of her and take her standing in the doorway. She was pure enticing sex and he wanted some of it, right now. 

"Hi Paul," she said, smiling up at him.

"Hello Violet, you look amazing," he complimented her.

Violet still wasn't used to compliments from him so she looked down and said, "thank you, you don't look bad yourself. I really like your sweater."

"Thanks. It's cashmere. You can touch if you want." He said teasingly.

"That's okay," she said, but she did want to touch it and touch him without it on. She was dying to touch him without any clothes on. 

He leaned over and kissed her on the lips gently. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah. Did you get a chance to map out Pam's address?"

"Oh that's okay, I have a navigator in the car and I programmed it in so we should be fine."

"Oh." Violet turned and locked her door and Paul looked down at her luscious rump encased in that red slip of nothing. He thought he'd died and gone to heaven. He wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but the gentlemen in him was calling him to be respectful. 

She turned and he took her hand as they walked to the car. 

"Oh wow, you brought out the Fastback" she said excitedly.

"Yeah, I brought out the Fastback. I relish any chance I can get to drive it. Would you like to drive it?"

"Are you joking? Don't play with me like that, Paul."

He laughed, "No I'm not joking, you can drive it. You have as much respect for this automobile as I do so I trust you." He handed her the keys. 

If Violet hadn't been in those spike heeled sandals she would have jumped up down and done cartwheels on the sidewalk. 

She eased in behind the wheel as Paul got in on the passenger's side and leaned back. Violet noticed he seemed awfully relaxed for a man who was about to put his prized automobile in the hands of woman he didn't know especially well, although they had been getting to know each other. She turned and looked at him for a moment. "Are you sure about this?" she asked again.

"Yes, Violet, I am 100 percent sure. I know you know how to drive a sensitive sports car and I trust you behind the wheel of my automobile."

"I'm glad you do, because I wouldn't trust anyone to drive my Corvette."

He leaned over the center console and said, "Well, maybe someday as we get closer, you'll trust me to drive it." Then he put his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a warm, passionate kiss.

Violet let her hands roam up his sturdy arms to grasp him tightly and allowed her tongue to dance in his mouth. He kissed her with a smooth abandon, his arms coming down to take her and draw her closer, he felt her lips soft against his and her tongue swirling within the cavern of his mouth. She was kissing him like a woman on the verge of starving for his kisses he had been thinking about this all day but was surprised that this lustful display was happening so soon, he'd been planning on wooing her later when they got back to his house. He didn't want to stop but he knew if they didn't they would be late for Pam's dinner party or not make it at all. He let his hands glide down her arms to her hands and held them and decreased the pressure of his mouth on hers. As he pulled back so they situated themselves in the seats to get ready to actually leave his eyes opened and he saw a look of wholesale passion on her face. He hadn't been sure about whether she would give their possible relationship a chance but in her face he saw it: the hope to be loved by him, the hope to be happy, and he wanted to make sure he didn't ever let her down. 

She opened her beautiful, soulful brown eyes and looked at him and said, "Let's get over to Pam's, sweetheart." 

Paul smiled. That was her first time using a term of endearment for him. He liked it and he liked having a new girlfriend. 

***************

As usual, Pam's house was the liveliest place on her block even with eight people. Pam lived in a 60's style, brick ranch with rows of windows on the back that looked out onto Lake Washington. Her dining room and living room area sat at the back of the house by the windows with the view of the lake. In the background, Brazilian samba was playing and they were relaxing and enjoying a dinner of Asian and Argentine fusion, the majority prepared by Alejandro. He was the most wonderful cook in the world and Pam's absolute heart but she didn't always show it. Alejandro was 6 ft tall, black curly hair cut short, a muscular body and hairy as the sasquatch. Tonight he had on sandals, khaki pants and some kind of shirt in light blue that looked native to Argentina. Pam was wearing a black cocktail dress with a fringe on the bottom. She did have on pair of low black mules but those had been tossed to the side for bare feet about half way through dinner. They were a cute couple but the fights they had were the best: two passionate people (one was a lawyer) and a disagreement, it was great to watch. Once Violet had to leave a bar they were arguing so loud, they soon were tossed out themselves for being too rowdy. 

Nedra and Damien were in love even after 10 years of marriage and 7 year old twin boys. They sat at the table hugged up closely as the conversation kicked into high gear. Damien was bald as a cue ball with huge dimples and had skin the color of butterscotch. He was very handsome and Violet had envied the love shared between him and her best friend when they first married but now she was just happy that they were so happy. Damien treated Nedra like a queen. He'd just bought her a new car for her birthday and not a mini-van either, a Lexus. They looked wonderful this evening. Nedra had found a pair of wide leg white linen pants with a matching white linen chemise. She and Damien had decided to at least match in color because he was wearing a pair of white jeans, white t-shirt and white jean jacket. It was almost too sickening for Violet to look at she giggled to herself. 

Leonard had shown up with someone new named Oleg who looked Arabic. He was lot taller, thinner, better looking and younger than Leonard. Leonard was such a sugar daddy, but he looked good. He was an immaculate dresser when it came to times like these: three piece slate gray suit, hot pink shirt and a pink and yellow bow tie. You had to admire Leonard's mode of dress. Oleg was just in black skinny jeans, one of those multi-colored button down shirts and some black dress shoes. 

Everyone was having a rousing and wonderful time, food was being eaten slowly but surely and it was delicious. Pam and Alejandro were telling wonderful stories of their trip to Argentina to meet his parents, who had not been fans of Argentina's President Fujimora or Pam, since she was Japanese too. The wine was flowing, they were on their fifth bottle and the laughter was getting raucous. Paul had decided to forgo drinking for the evening because of the way Violet felt about drunk driving.

"Oh Paul, you're a newcomer here, so you have to get used to us." Pam told him sympathetically.

"It's okay, I think I'm already used to you guys," he reassured her.

"As I was saying, my mother was eyeing Pam the whole meal and Pam doesn't speak Spanish so I could hear my mother and my sister Bianca talking in the kitchen. I was terrified because it wasn't nice at all." Alejandro said laughing.

"Yeah, later Alejandro told me they were calling me names, saying my butt was flat and I looked pasty. I was horrified."

"The worse part is my father kept laughing at the things they said, he couldn't stop laughing. I was so upset. I was going to break down and say something but Pam did it first." Everyone looked at Pam. They all knew she had a big mouth and didn't hold her tongue for anyone.

"Oh no, Pam please don't tell me you told this man's mama off?" Nedra said in a pleading tone. She and Damien were leaning over laughing on each other.

"You damn right I did! I know I should respect her because she's his mother and elderly, but I was not receiving any respect so none was going to be given," Pam rolled her eyes.

Violet started to laugh to herself. "Well what happened, how'd it go down Pam?" Violet asked.

"It went like this. I told her she could kiss my flat pasty ass."

The table erupted in laughter. Alejandro was shaking his head. "Guys it was terrible, my mama let out a stream of curses I hadn't heard since I'd almost burned our house down as a child. It was awful. I was trying to make them stop. My mama was screaming, Bianca was screaming, and Pam was screaming. It was a shriek fest. My papa was laughing so hard, he fell completely out of his seat and almost injured his back."

The laughter just continued, it wasn't exactly funny that Alejandro's father almost injured himself but Violet, Nedra, Leonard and Damien could see Pam totally going off on Alejandro's mother. 

"Oh my goodness, Pam, that woman could have cost you your babee!" Leonard chastised her.

Pam leaned over the table and kissed Alejandro on the lips and told Leonard, "But she didn't."

"You go Pam, go head our geisha flower." Leonard giggled.

"My mama got over it," Alejandro told them. "Actually a little after that the two of them started talking on the phone and became friends. She talks to my mama more than I do."

"Oh, that's sweet," Paul chimed in. 

"It is, isn't it? That was a really eventful first meeting with mama and papa Quintero." Pam looked over at Paul. "So Paul, how do you think it's going to be when my girl, Violet, meets your parents?"

Leonard and Oleg laughed with each other. Nedra had to giggle too, Violet hated being put on the spot and no one did it as well as Pam. 

"Pam, I am not meeting Paul's parents anytime soon so back up." She warned.

Paul turned to look at her. "Well, that may not be true. Who knows? You may be meeting them before you know it."

Violet's eyes widened and a round of ohs and ahs were heard around the dining room table. Violet ducked her head, Paul was very up front about his feelings for her and sometimes it caught her off guard.

"I think my mom and dad would love Violet. Who wouldn't love her?" Paul said while looking her directly in the eyes. She was fully engrossed in that look and he smiled at her.

"You are right, Mr. Paul my boss is all that and a bag of chips. You better know it." Leonard said as he looked at Paul looking at Violet. And it looked like Paul did. "You two are so cute, aren't they?" Leonard asked the table.

Pam and Nedra nodded in agreement. While Violet was looking into Paul's spectacular sea green pools called eyes, he leaned over and kissed her neck then slid his lips up her to ear and whispered, "Tonight I'm going make every nerve in your body explode."

Violet sucked in a deep breath. She knew that he meant what he just said and she wanted to know how. 

***************

"So would like to go your place or mine?" Paul asked as they drove across the 1-90 floating bridge.

"Hmm?" Violet was a little distracted about the thought of moving her relationship into full-on physical contact with Paul, not just the messing around stage anymore.

"Your place or mine, Violet?" he said glancing over at her. He thought she looked a little pensive. "Are you okay, love?" he asked because he didn't want to push her into anything she would be uncomfortable with.

"I'm fine, Paul. Your place would be fine, it's a little closer."

"Now, if you want to go to yours, that's okay. You may feel more comfortable that way."

"I'm comfortable with your house. I've seen your bedroom before," she said, looking at him sideways. She turned in her seat and placed her hand over his on the gearshift.

"We may not make it to the bedroom, the way I'm feeling," he told her in all honesty.

"Oh, well this is going to be eventful," she turned to look out the window again. She was really starting to feel a little apprehensive.

He felt her hand leave his and he knew she was nervous "Violet, please don't get nervous. I assure you that I am not going to go anywhere or do anything you don't want me to."

"Well, Paul the fact is we've already been to a couple of places early on in our acquaintance that we probably shouldn't have visited." Violet told him. She was still a little embarrassed by her performance at the bookstore but she couldn't do anything about it now.

Paul put his hand on her shoulder for a moment and massaged it. "Oh listen honey, I never thought anything bad about you after that. You know that. All I ever thought was that you had the sweetest snatch I'd ever tasted and I wanted some more."

She turned to look at him he had this devilish grin on his handsome face. "You are bad. You know that?"

"I do and I'm going to be really bad with you tonight. So, don't worry love, Mr. Dudley has it all under control," he told her confidently.

Violet turned back towards him and smiled. She knew this would be wonderful with him and she thought maybe she was falling in love. 

***************

He parked the Fastback in the driveway and covered it with a car tarp. Violet watched as his long lean body stretched across the car to cover it. He had the most wonderful body she'd ever seen. She'd never really seen him fully undressed, she'd only felt the hard planes and muscular refinement of this beautiful specimen of man with her hands. He was fine. She wondered, as she watched him in almost awe, what he'd look like totally naked. As she was standing on his walkway staring at him from afar, Paul turned and caught the look on her face. He thought she looked gorgeous, the way she did when they snuck off to the bathroom. She looked...ready, he thought.




Rendezvous Ch. 05



"Violet," he said to her as he walked across the drive to the walkway, "you ready to get inside? It's getting a little chilly out here."

"Wait," she told him as he stepped in front of her. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily and deeply. She stepped back from him letting her hands slide down his arm, gripping him tightly. He looked at her as if he'd just seen her, his eyes drinking in her face and it's detail for the first time under the streetlights. "Now we can go in," she told him and led Paul up his steps to his door. 

Paul almost felt like a 16 year old about to get his first piece. He was nervous now. He fumbled for a minute with the keys trying to get his door unlocked. "Crap," he said to himself, "these damn keys. What's their issue tonight?" he sighed. Finally through a mad stroke of genius he put the key in the lock and opened his door. He stepped to the side so Violet could enter. "This way, darling," he told her in a low throaty tone as he ushered her in.

Violet smiled and stepped into his foyer once again. She'd been to his home many times and was relatively used to it, as much as she was him, but tonight felt different. There was electricity in the air all around her and she very sensitive to things, the breeze as the door closed, the smell of leather from his furniture and the faint scent of his cologne in the hallway. He pulled up behind Violet and hugged her to him as he set his face in her neck and sniffed her.

"You smell spectacular," he said. He really did think so, like gardenia, it was intoxicating. 

"Thank you," she automatically responded. Her body was on alert mode and he was so near, all her female parts were beginning to move to overdrive.

He stepped away and around her to go towards the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink?" he said as he walked down the hall. 

Violet followed him, still a bit nervous about the upcoming moments between them. She stepped into the kitchen. "Could I get a glass of wine or something?" she asked.

"Of course you can, love. Why don't you go into the den and get comfortable. I'll be in with a glass of wine for you." He smiled at her again deeply.

Violet strolled through the hall to the den. Paul's house wasn't gigantic but it was relatively large, bigger than hers. It was beautiful with a décor of rich wood grains due to the mission style, all cleans lines and rugged and simple. His den area you stepped up into on a few steps, it held a large comfy chair big enough for two people and Violet knew it would fit two because she and Paul had sat in it many times watching movies and snuggling. His couch was a simple chocolate brown with navy and gold accent pillows. It was large enough for Paul to lay out comfortably. He had a huge round wood coffee table that usually contained tons of papers and files from work. There were large framed windows all around the room, so you could see out to his deck and backyard which were both immaculate. He did have wonderful tastes, lots of art from around the world, all the places he had lived and visited. There were also tons of pictures of him and his family. Violet did notice one of him with a woman she guessed to be his ex-wife, she was absolutely gorgeous, tall like him, thin, long dark hair, very exotic features and the most gorgeous shade of blue eyes Violet had ever seen. She thought that the picture may have been of his ex-wife but she didn't want to ask and confirm her horror, that this man had been married to a supermodel and why did he want her? Paul stepped in the room and Violet jumped, he was so quiet.

He looked at her and laughed a little. "I'm sorry love. I'm in my socks and you know I can be sneaky then," he told her with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I know." Violet took the outstretched wineglass from his hand and sat down on the couch with her feet stretched in front of her.

Paul went over his stereo equipment. Violet could not figure out how to operate that piece of equipment, it was more complicated than the space shuttle. But, before she could blink he'd turned on some music. Violet was pleasantly surprised that he had such diverse musical tastes; she'd heard everything from Elton John to Anita Baker to his favorite AC/DC at this point, but now he'd started to play Prince's "Adore". He moved towards Violet on the couch and knelt in front of her and began to remove the straps from her shoes and took them off. As he did so he rubbed her aching feet, she loved Manolo Blahniks but they were killer on aching dogs right now. He lifted her gingerly to her feet and wrapped his arms around her and slowly began to dance with her. Violet could feel his whole body and it felt good and smelled like heaven and sin in the same package. She wasn't sure he could dance but he actually had some rhythm, which she was happy about because it meant he had rhythm other places. 

Paul was in complete bliss with this beautiful woman in his arms and in a few minutes in his bed. She looked so good and felt even better. His hands couldn't touch her body fast enough and in enough places. She was all soft, smooth, cinnamon skin. Her hair had been in big curls and he loved it; she usually had it so controlled during the week, he liked her looking a tad wild and free. His right hand went through her hair while his left went up and down her back. He moaned low in her ear, he didn't know if he could wait to get that dress off. One pull of the string and she'd easily be there in just her underwear, but he'd promised he wouldn't rush her, he wanted to know what she wanted.

He spoke into her ear quietly, but enough so she would hear, "Is there anything you want, Violet?"

Violet pulled back a little, perplexed by the question. "What do you mean? You got me the glass of wine."

"No," he looked at her and said it again. "Is there anything you want from me? What you want is what I want, but mostly I want you satisfied."

Violet swallowed. No man had ever asked her what she wanted. Did she know what she wanted? Yes, in fact, she did know what she wanted, to see him naked. 'Where did that come from,' she thought to herself, but she did and he had asked her.

"I want to see you naked," she told him trying to keep her voice steady and appear confident but she was anything but confident. Tonight she thought she could fake it till she made it. 

Paul cocked an eyebrow. She was a fount of surprises. "Is that what you want?" She shook her head in the positive. "Then that's what you'll get. Come, follow me."

Paul took Violet's hand and led her down the hallway toward the stairs. As they walked he looked back at her from time to time, smiling. He led her to his bedroom and turned towards her again. "Now once we cross this threshold, love, there is no going back because I don't think I could stop even if I needed to." He stared for a second with a serious look in his eye. Paul wanted her to be positive she wanted to do this. He could certainly make it worth her while but she needed to be comfortable.

Violet stepped from around his body and opened his bedroom door and sashayed right in. Paul watched as that round, perfect bottom of hers moved across his bedroom floor. He walked in behind her not taking his eyes off that beautiful rump. He began to walk across the room turning on lamps and low light. He wanted to make sure the mood was set correctly. 

Violet turned and watched him as he went from one side to the other, the room cast in a light golden glow. Once he was done, he picked up the remote and turned his stereo on and the sound of Sade's sultry voice came from the speaker singing "Smooth Operator".

Violet thought to herself, he is a smooth operator: had the music set up and everything. She looked over her shoulder at his bed. "Did you change your sheets, Paul? Were you that sure of yourself?"

Paul smiled wide. "No, I didn't change my sheets, Rosalita did. And no, it's not because I was so sure of what was going to happen. She changes my sheets at least once a week unless I ask her to do it more or less." Rosalita was Paul's housekeeper. She was a middle aged woman, very nice, sweet and really friendly. Violet liked her very much.

"Oh, I just thought you're always so smooth and prepared," she said mildly, smiling at him.

Paul thought he'd burst through his zipper. She was watching him from under her eyelashes, looking shy, but he knew she was a wildcat vixen. He watched as her hands went behind her back and she fumbled with them. He stepped closer to her and put his finger under her chin and told her, "Tonight is all about you, Violet. Whatever you want all you have to do is ask for it and I'll do my best to make it come true. Do you understand that?"

Violet looked into his eyes, those gorgeous green eyes. She was just so ready for him to take her right then and there but she didn't want to appear too eager, he might use that against her later. "Yes, Paul, I understand what you're saying to me," she told him. She wanted him to know she was okay with this and knew what she was doing. "You know it's not like we haven't been here before," she said raising her eyebrows. "It's not like you haven't already seen my goodies and tasted them." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"Are you telling me I shouldn't appreciate what's about to take place between us?" he told her, looking rather serious. "Because I do. The bookstore was not my shining moment Violet. I don't want you to think that I think less of you because of it, or that I don't know that what it is you're about to share with me in this room is precious. I do."

Violet looked down. She felt ashamed for making light of his feelings for her. "I'm sorry. It's just that I feel like you're just not going to be thrilled once you get the present out of the box," she said honestly.

He pulled her to him tightly, holding her close looking down at her. "Are you joking? I've been dying to get it out of the box and I know it's going to perfection." He kissed her on the forehead. "Why don't you sit down on that chaise lounge over there," he nodded towards his beautiful ruby red chaise in his bedroom.

Violet sat down and settled against the backrest. She told herself to relax. 

Paul just stood there a second. "Now I'm going to undress for you. This won't be Chippendales, but I hope you like it."

Violet giggled softly. "Well get on with it," she said.

"Oh, bossy, well I'll have to remember that," his eyes were twinkling at her playfulness.

He first slowly removed his shirt. The black cashmere sweater went over his head, rumpling his hair a bit. Violet was keenly aware of his body movements and the sound of Sade from the stereo. He still had a black t-shirt on underneath it that molded to that muscular body. Violet had felt all those muscles but was curious to see them. He removed his t-shirt and when Violet first caught sight of all those muscles her mouth opened but she caught the gasp. 'My goodness', she thought 'it's impossible for a man to look that good.' 

"Do you like what you see?" he said in a low deep timbre.

"Yes," Violet squeaked out.

He continued. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down and as the zipper went down Violet's eyes followed it. Paul was smiling to himself at the look of sheer lust on her face. That's what he wanted: her wanting him. He pushed the black slacks down and they fell to the floor smoothly then he kicked them from his feet. He was standing there in grey boxer briefs and as Violet spied his manhood in full force she let the gasp fall from her lips and her mouth dropped open and eyes widened. She'd felt it, but now she was about to see it and from the outline he looked massive. At least 8 to 9 inches and thick. She saw him move towards her and she wondered what he was doing. She looked up at him as he leaned down and captured her lips for a sexy kiss. He pulled back and left Violet wanting more, which was his plan. She looked so beautiful just sitting there, her eyes drinking him in. He'd never felt this turned on and vulnerable. He wanted to make her happy tonight. If that was the last thing he did, he'd make her happy tonight. He put his thumbs in his briefs and eased them from his body, pulling out his left leg then his right.

Violet was leaning over, trying to catch glimpses of her prize for this evening when he finally stood up straight and tall.

"Good lord!" she said aloud before she could catch herself. She put her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry," she said, looking at him, but his smile was even wider than before.

"That's okay, love that's what I want you to say. Stand up for me Violet," he told her sensually.

Violet rose, all the time looking at his body. Her mind could not register what her eyes were seeing. He was pure perfection and she started to think he'd laugh his butt off when he saw her naked. She stopped in her tracks.

He looked at her and knew she was concerned about something. "Violet, sweetheart, everything is going to be fine. Come with me," he said with love and concern in his voice, taking her hand and leading her to his bed.

Violet really loved his bed, it was absolutely fantastic. She'd never spent the night at his house but they had watched movies in his bedroom in that bed. He picked her up and set her in the middle of the bed. Violet was becoming a little self-conscious but he didn't seem bothered at all that she was fully clothed and he was naked. He turned for a moment and Violet caught sight of that magnificent ass. It was rock hard and perfect. 'You could crack walnuts between those cheeks,' she thought. His body didn't have anything out of place, she thought, but she did see a large scar down the back of his left thigh, kind of jagged and raised, and she wondered what had happened. 

He turned towards her again and began to crawl up the bed between her legs. He grabbed both of her thighs and pulled her towards him. He was on his knees between her legs and her legs had gone up so her feet were flat on the bed and her dress had fallen around the top of her thighs. He began to knead her thighs. Violet was propped on her elbows so her head fell back. 

"Violet, love, your panties are in my way," he said very flatly as if he were speaking of a chair being in his way.

Violet pushed her head up and said breathlessly, "Would you like me to remove them?"

"No, that won't be necessary," he said and he took his hand and pulled her panties from her body with one snatch. 

She couldn't believe it. It was so erotic but then again those were a new pair of underwear. 

He looked at her. "Don't worry, I'll replace them," and he dipped his head between her thighs and feasted on her womanly core. 

Violet thought she had died gone to heaven, or least some place really nice. He was lapping at her pussy like it was candy, his tongue going up and down and in and out of her vagina. She couldn't believe how slick she was from her juices; it usually took a while to get her this revved up. Then he plunged his tongue into her sweet cavern and licked and sucked like a starving man. Her head would look up every once and awhile to get sight of him eating her with abandon. She put her hand on his head to stroke it and his eyes opened. He looked at her like she was the most precious thing on earth and he savored her. His tongue came out and he centered on her clit. Violet could feel every nerve on her body go on high alert, her muscles tightened. He licked long and slow then short and more quickly as she fell back on the bed and just let the feeling overtake her. 

Paul could hear her moaning and felt her body writhe under his ministrations. He could feel her muscles start to clench, especially those in that sweet hole where his tongue was exploring. He loved the way she responded to him and he remembered how she felt that first time but this was better; he knew her better, they had become closer and he could feel her let her body go with him. He could feel her clit growing and getting harder, he knew all she needed was a few more licks and she'd orgasm. 

"Oh my god, Paul" she moaned out as her hands caught his head. She couldn't figure out how he was breathing but all she heard was Sade's sweet low voice, her moans and the slurping of Paul licking her clit. It was heady combination. Violet could feel it, she felt her legs start to quiver and tightness in her thighs and the feeling deep in her stomach, the release wasn't too far from her. "Yes, yes that's it right there," she knew he could do it, he'd done it before. Then it came on her with full force. Her orgasm swept over like a tidal wave and she happily drowned in it. "Aaahhhh, oooohhhh," she gasped, her whole body seized for a moment. She couldn't hear anything or see anything. All she could do was feel. 

Paul continued to lap at her, a little more lightly because he knew her clit was sensitive. He'd heard her come once before but next time he wanted to see it. He rose from her and stretched his body over hers. He could see the look of bliss on her face and he didn't want it to stop. His cock was hard enough and hot enough to cut through steel. He wanted to make her his; he'd branded her with his tongue; now he wanted to make her his with all his manhood could provide her. Her eyes opened slowly, barely slits as she looked at him. She noticed he looked content and he hadn't even had sex yet. Her breathing slowed and she asked, "What are you grinning at?"

"You look so happy and I'm glad I could do that for you. Now I want you to do something for me." Paul started to untie Violet's dress.

She could barely think and it didn't really register that he was about to see her fully naked for the first time.

"Sweetheart, you tasted so wonderful. Taste yourself on me, you taste just like sweet chocolate." He leaned over her and kissed her deeply.

Violet thought to herself she did taste pretty good. As he broke the kiss, Violet licked her lips. "Mmm," she said softly.

Paul undid her dress and opened it. Her breasts were encased in a beautiful black lace bra but that was just a hindrance for him to get to his real prize. He undid the front clasp in a second and the bra fell open, revealing the most perfect breasts. They weren't too large or too small, just perfect for sucking, with large hard blackberry nipples. He couldn't wait to get his mouth on them again. He loved her breasts. He swooped down and captured one in his waiting mouth and began to lick and suck it. Paul then took his hand and began to rub the other breast, kneading it softly and tweaking the nipple every so often. He could hear her gasp every time he did that, he smiled around her breast. He really appreciated that those fabulous tits were real. His ex-wife had gotten a breast enhancement in her ongoing quest to be young forever. He hated those things; the unnatural feel really made it hard for him to enjoy her breast after the surgery. But Violet's breast were wonderful. He couldn't help himself; he bit her nipple, not hard, just a little.

"Ouch," she said wincing a bit.

He lifted his head. "I'm sorry darling, I didn't mean to hurt you but your breasts are fabulous. I could stay here all day and never get bored." 

Violet was on cloud nine. She noticed he would look up every once and awhile to gauge the look on her face. She also noticed that when he was excited his Australian accent came out even more and she liked the way it sounded. He took the hand that had been massaging her breasts and slipped it between her thighs into her folds. He moved his finger in and out and Violet's hips lifted from the bed. She was grabbing his shoulder, digging her nails into his flesh. Paul knew she was ready for his invasion. He centered his body between her legs and took his cock and rubbed it into her wet walls. Violet moaned loudly, she was ready for him to come inside and ride her. All of sudden, his cock plunged deep into her and Violet was taken aback by his hardness and size.  




Rendezvous Ch. 05



Paul lifted his mouth from her breasts and leaned over her. "Violet are you okay? You need a moment?" he asked, concerned. He knew his size and girth was something some women had to adjust to. She nodded in the affirmative, so Paul stilled himself to let her get comfortable. It was not easy for him to do. Her pussy was so tight, he wondered when was the last time someone had made love to her. She almost felt like a virgin, but he knew she wasn't. 

Violet had to take a minute to get used his size. He was big and stretched her a bit. It had been a little while since she'd been with a man and she never really felt free to give herself to her last boyfriend, but Paul made her feel so good and wanted. She could feel her pelvis begin to move a bit, grinding a little on his cock. He looked her directly in the eye and started to pump in and out of her slowly. It felt fabulous, better than she imagined. He knew exactly how much pressure to put on her and her body was responding. "You feel so incredible," she heard herself say. Words were coming out of her mouth tonight and it was almost like she wasn't speaking them.

"You feel better, sweetheart, your cunt is so sweet." He leaned in to kiss her deeply, tongues intertwining, while he pumped in her, building up for his release. Paul began to go faster and deeper in her. He couldn't believe he was with her like this, he never thought it would be so wonderful. He looked at her face as her mouth opened and eyes closed. She was in a state of ecstasy he didn't know he could give a woman. As he pumped in her, he lifted one of her legs back to gain better access to her sweet spot. "You look so beautiful. God, you're so fucking beautiful." 

Violet's hair was splayed all around her head and she could feel the sweat glistening on her body. She was barely aware of anything but this man above her, bringing her pleasure. She had just realized that she still had her clothes on although they were open with her body on display for him. Her eyes would drift open every once in awhile and she'd see that look on Paul's face. His body was starting to move faster in her and his penetration getting deeper. Violet knew she was going to come again. Twice in one night was a record for her but she couldn't help it, he was good at what he did.

Paul looked at her again and said, "Who's got the best pussy?"

For a moment, Violet thought she'd heard him wrong and then he said it again more forcefully, "Who's got the best pussy?" 

Violet assumed he must be asking her and it must be hers, she was so overcome with pleasure she shouted, "I do, I do! I have the best pussy!"

"That's damn right and it's mine, all mine." He pumped faster and harder and Violet came in a wave of ecstasy. "Yes love, that's it. Come all over my cock." As she released her essence on him he released his essence in her. His body stretched long and tight and he let out a sound that Violet thought of as more of a primal roar of satisfaction. It sounded wonderful to her ears. He collapsed on her body and they each took a moment to catch their breath. 

Paul realized he must be very heavy laid on top of her, she was smaller than he was, so he flopped over onto his back. Violet felt bereft at the feeling of his body leaving hers. She turned and put her leg over his.

"You okay, Paul?" She wanted to make sure he wasn't disappointed by their lovemaking.

"Am I okay? Am I okay? Love, I'm fabulous," he said, looking down at her as she lay on his chest. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He took a few more moments to settle his breathing and then decided he needed to ask where they were heading. "Now what does this mean, Violet?"

"What do you mean, what does this mean?"

"I mean with us, what's supposed to happen between us now?"

"Well, if you haven't guessed already, I want us to start a relationship, a committed, exclusive one if you're still interested."

He gathered her to his chest in a big warm hug. He cradled her there and spoke into her soft hair, "Good, because that's what I've been wanting all the time; you and me." He kissed the top of her head.

"I think I need to actually take off these clothes," she laughed to herself.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie. I couldn't wait another minute longer."

Violet rose from the bed and began to remove the clothing from her body that was hanging haphazardly after that magnificent loving she had received from Paul. She noticed in the corner, the black lace scrap that had been her underwear. 

Paul watched as she had her back to him and removed her dress. She took it and flung over to a chair in the corner of his room. His brows knit together and he was almost in pain as he looked on her exquisite body, all soft curves and beautiful, smooth brown skin. Her ass was a sight to behold; he could think of a few things he wanted to do with it and her.

She turned and caught the look in his eyes, this feral glare almost. He was laid on the bed, legs out, with his manhood lying limp against him, but the more she looked at him the more it began to awaken. She removed her bra and threw it on the chair also. She needed to take at least one piece of her underwear home with her. Paul rose a little more on his elbows. He raked his eyes over her luscious boobs, that tiny waist that went into those nice wide curvy hips. He looked up at her face as she stood there under his gaze, those gorgeous eyes and succulent lips. He was ready to have her again. 

"Come here, Violet." He sat up and outstretched his hand to her. 

She walked to him and took his hand as he guided her on top of his body. Her legs stretched wide, ready to receive him, and he entered her slick opening in one smooth stroke. She began to rock on him back and forth and Paul knew he'd never had better and never would. He closed his eyes and groaned deeply in approval. Violet just let her body enjoy the ride. If she'd died right at that moment it would have been worth it. 

***************

As they lay in each other's arms after their fourth go round of the night, Violet just reveled in his maleness. He was so big and extremely masculine but, much to her surprise, so sweet and tender while making love to her, speaking compliments to her and making her feel so sexy during their moments together.

"Paul, are you asleep?" she asked him quietly.

"No, I'm not sleep. I'm just laying here basking in the afterglow," he joked.

She slapped his chest lightly. "You're such an ass!" She loved his sense of humor and the fact that he brought fun even to the bedroom. "I just wanted to tell you, how incredible this night has been for me. You made me feel things I thought I'd lost."

He hugged her to his side. "I don't know who the jackass was that made you feel so bad about yourself, but he's the loser not you. Violet, you are an exquisite women in every way possible and I feel like the luckiest bastard ever because you let me get this close to you. You're incredible, you know that don't you?" He took her face and brought it up to look him directly in the eye.

"I don't know sometimes, Paul. My last boyfriend left me for another woman. I didn't feel incredible then."

"You know what, it's good thing he did because if he hadn't I wouldn't have had the opportunity to have you come into my life and make it good again."

She rose a little and looked at him with some shock. "What do you mean? You're a gorgeous, incredibly charismatic, accomplished, smart and rich man. Any woman would have to be deaf, dumb, blind, and crazy not to want you!" She leaned up and put her arms under her chin and lay on his chest. He looked at her intently and she knew he was going to tell her something. 

"I'm going to say something to you I have never revealed to anyone, not even my parents. When my marriage to Anya broke up, I almost broke up - mentally, I mean. I was a wreck. I could barely work, I didn't eat, I didn't do anything for months. I lived almost like a recluse, away from the world. Finally, my sister got so worried about me she came to Germany to get me and take me to her home in Singapore. I was shattered. I'd given so much of myself to my marriage and my wife and I couldn't believe how miserably I'd failed. It took a long time for me to recover. Many days I thought I was going crazy and when I found out she was getting married again and our divorce wasn't even a year old, it just sent me into a whirlwind of depression all over again I finally got over the divorce but I become a little bitter, not letting any woman get too close, treating women more like commodities than people. I used a lot of women, Violet, I broke a lot of hearts in my quest to get back at her and at the time I wasn't very remorseful about it. It wasn't until my best friend of almost 30 years, Bradford, sat down and talked to me that I finally realized if I didn't stop I was going to end up a lonely, bitter old man. I didn't want that, I wanted love in my life again and I really hope I can find that with you."

Violet just looked at him, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Love! She didn't know if she could let her herself go like that again. She knew she felt herself falling for him but she could control that. She couldn't control him. He had shared something intimate with her about himself but she wasn't ready to go that far. It always came back to haunt her. As much as she hoped for good things from this relationship, her past ones had not turned out for the best and his confession of having been a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy made her a little wary. She just turned herself in his arms again and wrapped her arm and leg around his body. In a few moments she heard his soft snoring but it would take awhile before her body and brain would relax enough for sleep.



Rendezvous Ch. 06



Violet woke to the smell of freshly brewing coffee and something that felt like a tongue between her legs. She opened her eyes slightly, lifted her head from the pillow, only to see Paul between her legs, licking her slit very slowly and deeply. What a wonderful way to start the day, she thought. She moaned and placed her fingers in his hair, she felt his head lift a little but his tongue never lost contact with her wet core. 

"Paul, what are you doing to me," it was less of question and more of a declaration. 

His hands massaged her thighs and moved up to grab her under her butt, lifting her up. Paul wasn't aware of anything except pleasing his woman, yes Violet, his woman. She tasted so good, it was intoxicating. He was getting addicted to her. Her body squirmed underneath his hands as he massaged her ass. 

Violet was overcome with feelings of pure pleasure. Her body felt like it was floating into orgasmic ecstasy. Paul felt so good. His hair felt like silk as she passed her fingers through it. She couldn't help but notice how much he enjoyed this. She wanted to make him feel good but she just needs the right opportunity. For now, she chose to lay against the Egyptian cotton sheets with her eyes closed and allow her body to prepare itself to take flight.

Paul had already learned many things about her in such a short time. He knows when her legs start to shake that's an indicator that she's about to come. He could feel her clit stiffen under his tongue, as it grew, he licked it. He decided as he felt her body start to seize up that he'll go further and do more, her body lifted inviting him to go to that place he went to when they met at Borders, her rosebud was there for the taking. So Paul moved his head down and swiped her tight hole, stopping for a moment to enjoy the sensation.

Violet feels him going for her sensitive bud, as he swipes and pushes his tongue inside her she comes completely apart. Her body shakes with a passion that is immeasurable. She is taken in a whirlwind of absolute lust and total satisfaction. As she groans and screams his name, she wants him to take what's his.

"Paul, get up here, don't play with me I need satisfaction," she orders.

Paul lifts his head, cocks an eyebrow and says, "Yes, ma'am right away."

He lifts himself to loom over her and sinks deep into her with a powerful surge. He loves her body as he feels himself knowing more and more that he loves her also. 

After a shower together and more rubbing and grinding in the shower stall, they sat together to drink coffee. 

"Did you come downstairs before all that incredible sex happened to start the coffee maker?" she asked him curiously.

Paul laughed, "No silly, my brewer is on automatic. You know how I am at the office without my morning coffee, well the same applies here. I'm sorry I can't cook, but I think Rosalita went grocery shopping this week so there may be some frozen waffles in there."

"Frozen waffles yuck! That's not a breakfast, sit down here handsome and I'll whip you up something."

In fact, Rosalita had been to the grocery store that week and she had brought back all kinds of goodies. Bacon, eggs, fruit, pancake batter, hash browns and some wonderfully tasty peach preserves. Oh, Violet was in breakfast heaven. The one thing she did do everyday was eat a healthy breakfast, it was important to help her keep her mind alert while working. She'd discovered that Paul was more of a sugary donut and coffee kind of guy. She started on breakfast while he sat at the island and watched her, enamored.

Paul was looking at her in amazement. He'd never watched her cook although she had made a couple of meals for him. He'd never seen her in action. She was amazing, very agile in the kitchen and she was very beautiful too. She pulled her hair back into some kind of messy bun, with tendrils hanging on the side of her face that once in awhile she'd sweep back behind her ears. She looked good after a night of being well-loved, her skin was glowing. She washed all her make-up off and it was just her smooth cinnamon brown skin, she never wore much make-up anyway, which he preferred, but her bare face was gorgeous. Since Anya was a model she was rarely seen without the full makeup artist treatment, he wondered to himself again why he'd ever married her, maybe because he was just young and stupid. He watched as Violet strolled his kitchen in a large t-shirt he let her borrow, she bent over once and he saw just enough of her to get his cock jumping again. She turned to look at him with a question.

"Paul, do you have a griddle somewhere around here?"

"Griddle? Oh for the hotcakes, yes I think it's in that cabinet next to the dishwasher. I'd be dang it if I'm not sure where everything is. Rosalita set the kitchen up the way it suits her, she's the one that usually cooks here on the weekdays."

She turned to him and put her hand on her hip with the griddle hanging from the other hand and a sassy smirk on those gorgeous lips and told him, "You are so spoiled."

Paul shrugged nonchalantly, "And I intend on staying that way." He came around the island and grabbed her in a hug and kissed her deeply.

Violet playfully struggled to get out of his grasp, "let me go, you brute. I have breakfast to finish for a spoiled brat," and she swatted him on the bottom.

"Ouch, do that again," he grinned and sat back to watch her finish breakfast.

After breakfast, they went out to enjoy the summer sun. They went to a local farmer's market, then to the store to pick up some personal items that Paul was in need of, he also made her pick up some items that she would need while staying at his house because he decided she wasn't leaving this weekend. They also went by her house to pick up some clothes and items she needed to work on for some of her cases. That night while they ate dinner, that Violet made of course, a wonderful vegetable lasagna, they sat on his back deck together as the evening glow covered the sky drinking some microbrew from Passionate Brewing Company called, Passionate Summer Peach Ale. They were enjoying each other's company greatly and becoming more relaxed, so Paul decided to ask about Violet's ex-boyfriend. He knew he was treading in dangerous territory since she'd never volunteered any information, and in the past whenever he brought up her past relationships she'd just say, "There's no need to discuss that, it's in the past, long forgotten." But she would always have this look of sadness and pain in her eyes but it never showed on her face. He wanted to know what happened.

"Violet, I need to ask you something," he said.

"Yes, go right ahead."

"I want to ask about your ex-boyfriends."

She turned and looked at him with her forehead creasing, "Why? We don't need to talk about that. It's over, it's done now."

Paul put his hand on hers and entwined their fingers. It was still pretty light out so he looked deep into her gorgeous pecan eyes, "Yes, we do. I want to know what happened, Violet. I shared my story about Anya and me last night I think with the way our relationship is progressing I have a right to know."

Violet turned on him suddenly, "Right? You have no such right. I didn't ask you about your ex-wife, you volunteered that information. I didn't force it out of you." Violet pulled her hand away from his and grabbed her plate, fork and bottle and stomped towards the house.

Paul got up immediately taking his plate and utensils with him. Violet was in the kitchen scraping leftovers in the garbage disposal rather forcefully looking madder than a cat with a squished tail. 

"Violet, love," Paul set his things in the sink and pulled her to turn toward him. She wrenched her arm away, "I only want to know what happened."

She looked up at him, breathing hard from her anger, with unshed tears in her eyes. She started to shout "What do you want to know, Paul, what? How my ex-boyfriend told me he wasn't ready for commitment but a month after dumping me he was back with his baby mama, and they had moved in together. How the first man I ever loved used me for sex, then tried to get me fired from my job to protect his sorry ass. How I always committed myself to people who had no intention of committing themselves to me. Telling me I was unlovable, not pretty enough or the famous line 'well, girl you could lose some weight because you're kind of thick'. I heard it all. I don't want your pity for poor little Violet, no man wanted her. She was never good enough." Violet's arms were flailing and she was so mad, she felt steam rising from her head, "I don't have to tell you anything Paul, anything at all. You're not going to use it against me when you get tired of me and want another supermodel girlfriend. I'm not going to let you do that. Forget this crap, I'm going home." She ran out of the kitchen and upstairs to get her things, Violet had long since let her tears go, she couldn't believe he'd humiliate her like that.

Paul was stunned for a second at her outburst he couldn't believe that anything bad had happened to such a beautiful and wonderful woman like her. He turned to go up the stairs after her she wasn't going to keep running every time things got tough. He also thought if he ever saw any of her exes he'd sock them right in the eye, such jerks. 

When he entered the room, she was walking frantically, throwing stuff into her overnight bag and she was crying, he heard her soft sobs. 

"Violet," he said, he didn't want to touch her, he was afraid she might smack him, "Violet, love please stop, wait one moment." He stepped in front of her to stop her back and forth pacing, "please Violet stop for a moment we need to talk, nothing good can come of you running out like this."

She looked up at him with those beautiful sad brown eyes, tears running down her soft cheeks. Her eyes were red and he thought to himself I never want to see her this upset again. He was angry with himself for making her cry. He reached out and wiped her tears away with his fingers. He stared at her with concern, she was precious to him and he didn't want her to hurt because of something he said. But, he also couldn't let her leave and run away, they had to stop this behavior, he wanted her to know that no matter what, he wasn't leaving her anytime soon.

She looked into his gorgeous eyes and handsome face, etched with so much care and gentleness it was almost too much to bear. She'd never had a man look at her like that, ever, and she wasn't sure what to do with it. She wasn't sure how to react to it, but she decided she didn't want to leave mad at him. He bent down and kissed her slowly and passionately then he pulled away, her tears were drying and her sobs had stopped. He picked her up and went over to the bed and set her down, she wondered if he was going to try and make love to her but he didn't, he just lay beside her. He put his arms around her and laid her head on his chest and he whispered to her, "It's okay, love. It's fine. You can tell me anytime you are ready. You can tell me anytime you want." He kissed the top of her head. She breathed deeply and knew now was the time to come clean, so she started. 

"The first man I ever fell in love with was when I was twenty-three years old. I was clerking at my first firm during the summer after my first year of law school. I didn't meet Mr. Brookes until my second clerk position. His name was Dirk Woodhall, he was gorgeous. Not as gorgeous as you of course," she smiled. Paul laughed to himself. "But he was good-looking he was an attorney that I was working with, I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I was so entranced with him. It was actually against the policy of the firm for senior and junior employees to date. He was tall, slender, great dresser, had brown hair and blue eyes. He was actually the first white guy I had ever dated, I was nervous at first but he made me feel...well good. I'd always had self-esteem issues in high school and college. I was kind of shy and awkward, so to have this handsome attorney pay attention to me was flattering. We kept our relationship a secret, meeting outside the office always. He'd only say little things here or there in the office since we didn't want anyone to overhear us being too intimate. After about six months of hot and heaviness, he started to grow distant. I'd worked with him frequently doing research for him but all of a sudden he just stopped asking for my help, he stopped coming around, he always had some kind of excuse for not talking to me at work or seeing me outside of it. 

"Finally one day, I stepped into the copy room and saw him cozying up to one of the new clerks, a blonde with big boobs and a shorter skirt. He saw me but acted as if I wasn't even there. I was so hurt. I went back to my office and cried like a baby. Then he started to make my life a living hell around there, he'd give me assignments with vague instructions. In meetings he'd criticize my work and my legal skills openly in front of the other attorneys and staff. He made my life hell and then he starting bringing it up to senior partners about how shoddy my work was, how incomplete my research had been, anything to make me look incompetent. One of the legal secretaries for one of the senior partners told me how he had been bad-mouthing me and encouraging them to fire me. I finally couldn't take it anymore, I just quit. My self-esteem and feelings had been beat almost beyond repair. It wasn't until I started working at Brookes and Smithmeyer, did I realize that I was a good clerk. I was good at what I did and was going to be an excellent attorney one day. My relationships from then on have all been pretty lousy and I started to think it's me, I was just bad at choosing boyfriends."

Paul laid there rubbing her back, as his blood boiled. What happened to her was the most unethical and malicious tripe he'd ever heard. It was a shame but many men he knew in the legal field did use their power and influence to intimidate and seduce unsuspecting young women. Paul had been bad, but he had never done something so low to someone he worked with it was inconceivable to him to be that low. 

She continued, "My last boyfriend, Travis, treated me like I was nuisance in his life only there for sex and to cook him dinner. I let myself get used in that one. I was lonely and eager and he used it against me. He constantly had problems, baby mama drama, I did what I could to help, gave him money to help with his child support, helped him find an attorney when they went to court and then paid for the attorney. I was such a grade A sucker, it was ridiculous. I thought he was cheating I just had to figure out with whom. Then one day he lowered the boom, he felt suffocated, he needed his space, he to had to think which meant our relationship was over. He'd moved in a couple of months previously and was living practically for free with me. He was only a mechanic and didn't work steady. I think I was in love with the idea of love. After he left, I saw him and his baby mama out on the town one night at one of the restaurants he used to take me to all the time. I ran into them and he looked shocked, like a deer caught in headlights, he said my name and she looked at me and smirked and said 'is this her? She wasn't worth one of me. Too bad sweetie he was mines first and he'll be mine forever.' I felt about 3 ft tall after that confrontation, he never said a word to me, never defended me or anything. He just walked off and I learned later they were living together. I've had some bad luck." She looked up at Paul with her eyes still red from crying.

"Well love, believe me your luck has changed and so has mine. Now that I've heard the stories, I'm kind of sorry I asked. What wankers! You don't deserve that kind of treatment. You deserve to be treasured and loved and worshipped, that's what I want to do." Paul dragged her body over his and they began to kiss and grope at each other, clothes started to fly off and before they each knew what had happened they were joined in sexual passion. It was rough and a not so gentle mingling, but they each enjoyed the release of ecstasy that helped to overcome the pain of past relationships. It felt good to release that passion with each other. 

When Violet woke up after their lovemaking session she felt hungry. She'd always been a midnight snacker, and after the workout with Paul she needed a little something to eat. She rolled over and noticed it was 11:47 pm. She'd brought an outfit from her house for work tomorrow but she had to be up and at the office about an hour early because she had a conference at 8 am. She tiptoed out of the bed and decided to just run downstairs naked, it wasn't going to take too long to get something from the fridge and eat it quickly. As she pulled back the covers, she noticed Paul fast asleep next to her, the moonlight filtering in through the blinds lit up his body. He looked so sexy and very masculine splayed on his stomach with one leg over the covers. His hard body looked delicious. She had to shake her head to get it out of the trance his spectacular body was having over her senses. Violet tiptoed out of the room and downstairs trying not to disturb his slumber. She opened the fridge and dug around, she noticed some pepperoni slices and cheese she took those out and set them on the counter. She leaned over to check the fruit bins and saw grapes, perfect she thought and reached in to grab those.

"Hello."

She heard from behind her and nearly jumped out of her skin, she turned to see Paul leaning in the kitchen door looking delectable standing there absolutely nude. For a second she thought she should forego the snack and munch on him. "Paul you scared me to death," she chastised him mildly.

He chuckled, "I know, but I heard you sneak out of bed. Did you really think you could leave me there alone and I wouldn't notice your soft, warm body missing?" he raked his eyes across that beautiful nude frame of hers. 

She said seductively, "Well, I guess I can't get away from you. Why don't you come over here and you help me with my snack."

He smiled and walked over to her and began feeding her grapes, slices of pepperoni and cheese.

"Mmm, this is good and you're excellent at feeding me. You want a job, sexy?" she grinned at him suggestively.

Violet began to think, that maybe she did need him as a midnight snack. He smacked her bottom lightly.

"Oh!" she squealed.

"You like that?" he asked her, he wanted to get some information that he could use later on.

Violet was a little reluctant to reveal she had a taste for some rough play sometimes, she'd been shamed by past lovers for trusting them with her kinkier side. But, as she looked at Paul she had an odd sense she could trust him with her secret. 

"Yes," she muttered silently and looked down, blushing a little.

He put his hand under her chin and raised her head, "say that again love, and I want to hear it louder this time," Paul put a little force behind his voice.

Violet raised her head and looked him in his eyes and spoke, "Yes."

"What else do you like?" he asked her, as he smacked her bottom again.

Violet moaned low in her throat, she was getting turned on and she thought, no she knew, he knew it. His smiled turned wicked and more seductive. "You like when I spank that delectable ass. Maybe I should tie you down and spank that gorgeous ass of yours. I've got some other ideas for it too. I think you'll like those." He was watching her like prey he wanted to pounce on her and gobble her up. 

Violet was feeling so desirable and wanted him to take her again, she couldn't get enough of this man and it was scaring her a little. 

"Violet," he said low in her ear as he caressed her buttocks, "I have a side of me that I haven't shown you yet. I don't just let this side out for anyone, I've wanted someone that would enjoy this part of me, revel in it and succumb entirely. I think you're just the woman to do it. I saw something in you that day at Borders, something that wanted to be possessed, that wanted to submit her desires to her man and let him take care of her needs, bring you to sexual delights and wanton pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, but you have to trust me. You have to trust that I only want to please you and if you submit your body, mind and spirit to me during lovemaking, I'll make it more pleasurable than you ever dreamed it capable of being." Paul leaned over to take her earlobe into his mouth, sucked it lightly before letting it go and delving into her mouth with his tongue kissing her with abandon and pure lust. 




Rendezvous Ch. 06



Their lips parted and Violet was left standing there her lips swollen from the kiss and her body about to melt into a complete puddle. Paul swatted her butt then rubbed it to take away the sting and turned to leave to go back upstairs to bed. 

Violet wondered as she stood there with a slightly stinging rump and her core getting slick, if she submitted her body to him would her heart not be far behind and if so could she handle that, could she risk her heart again? 

***************

Paul and Violet had been dating exclusively for a couple of weeks. In the office they were discreet and professional. Also in the office only Leonard and Pamela knew of their growing relationship and romance and they had kept their mouths sealed tight. Violet found that sometimes in meetings she would look up from notes to catch him staring at her intently with a look of absolute unbridled lust in his eyes. She wasn't positive anyone else in the room would know the look, but she knew it and would grow warm all over when he looked at her that way. During this time, they spent practically everyday together she'd pretty much moved into his house on Queen Anne Hill. Although they hadn't declared their undying love for one another, Violet was okay with that, she wasn't really in any rush to make that declaration. She did care immensely for Paul, she knew that she was falling hard for him, she was determined not to say it first, that only spelled disaster in her previous relationships and she liked how things were going, no need to rock the boat. 

She sat in her office one Tuesday afternoon, drinking tea and looking out of the window at the cloudy summer day. Seattle was like that, you could never tell what you would get regarding the weather from hour to hour. Summer had been cooperating so far, but who knew how long that would last. 

Leonard stepped into her office, "Hello, Violet."

She looked up Leonard was looking fabulous in a summer seersucker suit, lemon yellow shirt, bow tie and white oxfords, nothing got by him when it came to fashion.

"Hey Leonard darling, how are you?" Violet said batting her eyelashes at him.

"Well, of course, I'm not doing as fabulous as you with that f-i-n-e man on your arm but I am looking good."

"You are. I must say no one I know can pull off some of the fashion choices you dare choose."

Leonard turned in a circle and struck a pose. Violet laughed loudly, she was always glad he was her legal secretary and not some of the other straight laced, prim and proper folks in this firm. He made it fun to come to work and be an attorney, he was also sharp as a tack. 

"What did you come in here for, diva?" she rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh yea, we are working huh? Mr. Brookes secretary called, he wants to meet with you in about thirty minutes."

"Did she say why?"

"Nope, just that he wants to speak with you about something regarding the Tri-Gear/Swisz merger, not many details."

Violet's forehead wrinkled, she was wondering what the heck was going on with Harmon Brookes. He was never one to call a meeting without giving details first, and she was a tad bit confused and that made her a little nervous. 

"Okay, you can tell her I'll be there."

"Oh please girl, I already did that. It wasn't like you were going to say no." Leonard's eyes went up in that 'whateva' look. 

"Get out of here, Leonard."

"You know you love me."

"Yes, I do but still get to stepping. I still have work to do and so do you."

He put his hand to his chest demurely, "I do, don't I? I need to be out of here today early. I got a hot date."

"With Richardo again?"

"Yes, with Richardo again, I am really starting to like him. Girl, he might be the one."

Violet wanted to bust out laughing but she didn't want to hurt Leonard's feeling. Richardo was a twenty-four year old pretty boy that Leonard had met at a club and fell madly in love with at first blow job.

"Leonard, I hope you two have a good time tonight."

"Oh, yes we will because I have plans for him."

"Get outta here." Violet said shooing him out, if she'd had something to throw at this head she would have. 

Violet's office phone rang, it was her personal line only a few people had this number and she knew if they called it, it was important. 

"Hello," she said as she picked up the line, Violet wondered who would be calling her, probably Nedra.

"Hello sweetheart."

It was her mama from Houston. Violet broke out into a gigantic smile.

"Hi, mama it's so good to hear from you."

"Well I thought I better call my baby, since it seems my baby can't call her mama."

"I'm sorry mama it's just been so busy, work and everything."

Violet's mom chuckled, "yea, I know you been busy with work and busy with a new boyfriend from what I hear."

Violet was surprised, she hadn't told her mother really anything about Paul, she wondered who...Nedra, big mouth.

"Nedra told you, right? Oh she got a big mouth."

"Don't be mad at Nedra, you know ever since Diane died she's been using me as a surrogate mama," Bernice laughed a little. Nedra's mom, Diane had been friends with Bernice in her later years and had recently passed of a heart attack. Not only had Violet been a great comfort to Nedra but so had Bernice, while Nedra got matters in order in Beaumont, where her mom was living at the time of her death. 

"I'm not upset about that mama. I just didn't want you to find out about my new boyfriend like this."

"Well, I've found out. Now tell me a little more about this man."

"Well, I'm sure you already know a lot. His name is Paul Dudley, he's Australian and he works with me."

"Do you think that's wise, dear? You know I've always warned against dating people you work with, if it ends it might not be good, you remember that guy you dated a while back."

Violet thought back to Dirk, she didn't want to think about him and that horrible relationship but she had put that out of her mind and wasn't going to hold that against Paul. "Mama, I understand that but I'm trying to put that mess and the drama it caused within me behind me. Paul is really nice mama, he's such a gentlemen, sweet, gentle, and he's good to me very affectionate and loving. I feel on top on the world."

"Well, baby if you like him, I like him," but Violet could hear the worry and warning in her mother's voice. She had always heeded her mother's advice as a young woman and she'd never led her wrong. She didn't want her mom to worry about her and Paul.

"Mama, you're coming here for Thanksgiving aren't you?"

"Yes, your brother Greg and Natalie are not happy about it but I haven't seen you in awhile so I want to spend that time with my baby. Anyway Monty's coming up with Lita and the baby so we'll be there."

Violet had almost forgotten her middle brother Monty was coming with his second wife, Lita and their new little girl, Angelica.

"I almost forgot about that, good then you'll both get to meet him. What's Tyrone doing for Thanksgiving," Violet asked curiously. Tyrone lived such a wild life, who knew what he'd be up to.

"Who knows, I try my best to just love Ty and keep out of his business because between the three baby mamas, it's enough to give me high blood pressure."

"Ah, geez is he ever gonna get it together," her brother was so smart and charming but he seemed to have something about women and kids.

"Well, this last one Farrah, they might be in for the long haul, I hope so. I've been praying for that boy to settle down because if he doesn't settle down it's going to be bad news."

Violet just laughed, not heartily, her mama was in constant prayer for all of them and she always appreciated it. Bernice's life was church and her job as a city bus driver. 

"That's good, it's about time. He can't spend his entire paycheck on child support and baby toys," Violet thought for minute, "no maybe he can, he's the one who made those children with those girls he can suck it up."

"Yes, he can that whole paycheck from NASA is going to them. Don't play if you can't pay."

Violet and her mom busted out laughing over the phone.

"Oh, mama you're so funny. Well, mama I just want to let you know. I'm enjoying my relationship with Paul. You're going to like him mama, you are going to like him a lot and he's really cute mama."

"Yea, I figured that. I know you got some good taste in men just like your mama." 

Violet smiled into the phone, she looked like her mom they had the same everything so she knew that smile on the other end of the phone was like hers.

"Mama, I got to go. I have a meeting with one of the head partners and I don't need to be late."

"Oh no, I don't want my baby to get in trouble. Now, you call me more than once a month, girl," Bernice scolded her.

"I will mama, I'm sorry."

"I accept the apology. Go to your meeting. I love you."

"I love you, too ma. Bye." Violet hung up the phone and gathered her things headed up to 46th floor to Harmon Brookes office. She was wondering what all the hubbub was about, but she was about to find out.

Violet arrived on the 46th floor. There are only four offices on this floor and the remaining space were conference rooms and war rooms for cases. One of those four offices was occupied by Harmon Brookes, it was less of an office and more of an apartment, he and Mr. Smithmeyer had a full kitchen in their office, bar area although Mr. Smithmeyer didn't drink and a full bathroom and sauna. She'd snuck into Mr. Smithmeyer's private lavatory once and it was spectacular. As she opened the outer doors to Mr. Brookes office, she noticed his private secretary there, Queen Porter, Queen was from Trinidad and everyone in the office addressed her as Ms. Porter. She had a daughter and two grandchildren their pictures were on her desk. Her daughter was strikingly gorgeous so was Queen, you could tell in her day she was probably beating them off with a stick. She was tall almost 5'10", a big woman but solid and all curves with a pair of legs that looked they could crush coconuts, she had smooth cocoa skin, short hair that was dyed blonde, it always looked odd to Violet but from the way she held herself with such dignity and pride she looked like she'd earned it. She was in her early 50's now Mr. Brookes was in his mid-60's. There had been whisperings around the office that she and Mr. Brookes were involved but if they were you couldn't tell. They had a wonderful rapport with each other but were always professional. She did all his private business, he had a legal secretary also, but Queen never did that work for him. She knew that Ms. Porter had been with him now almost thirty years. She drove a white E-class Mercedes, brand new, there was talk that she made more than the associates at the firm and a couple of the junior partners.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Porter."

Ms. Porter looked sharply over her glasses and a wide smile broke out on her face when she saw Violet, "Well, hello there Ms. Maxwell. It's been so long since I've seen you," she tilted her head slightly, "something about you is different. You look so bright, you have a glow...ah, you're in love?"

Violet looked down blushing a little "it's not a big deal Ms. Porter."

"It is a big deal, you look happy and it makes your work more productive. It helps, I know," she smiled at Violet a 'knowing' smile that said she understood.

Violet just smiled back and decided to steer the conversation away from her love life, "How are your grandkids?"

"Oh, the two boys, they are wonderful. I have pictures, wait let me get them."

She pulled her purse from her desk drawer and rifled through it looking for the photos.

She showed them to Violet, "look, aren't they handsome?" beaming with the pride only a grandmother can.

"They are so adorable." Violet stares at the picture of the two boys, "how old are they?"

"They are seven and three, the three-year-old Jaden gets into everything."

Violet just laughed, they were really cute little boys, curly black hair, long eye lashes, and café au lait skin. They would be handsome young men. Violet wonders if she had a little boy with Paul would he look like this. Where'd that come from, they'd only been dating there was no talk of marriage and especially not children. Violet shook the thoughts from her head.

"Here you go Ms. Porter, they are really handsome," she said handing the photos back to Queen. She was depositing them into her purse again when Violet heard the door open behind her she swung around and saw Paul stepping through the door in a charcoal grey suit, looking good enough to eat. Violet had to squeeze her thighs tight she could feel herself begin to leak sweetness down her leg. It was becoming better but sometimes when he just looked particularly gorgeous it was hard for her body to not succumb to urges to have him immediately.

"Mr. Dudley," Queen comes around her huge desk and hugs Paul intimately he hugs her back heartily. Since he's worked with Mr. Brookes previously she knew him.

"Hello, Queen, how are you?" he asks with that blinding beautiful smile, his jade green eyes flash lust towards Violet. She notices and smiles to herself. 

"I am wonderful, how are you?"

"I'm doing fabulous as usual. Is Harmon almost ready?"

"Yes, I think so let me check."

Violet looked at him curiously, "you here to meet with Mr. Brookes, too?"

"Yes, I am. You also?"

"Yes, I wonder what this is about?" Violet wasn't getting nervous, she knew she and Paul had been doing damn good work on the merger even though they had been frequently working on merging themselves but their work product never suffered. 

Queen looked up at them once she was off the phone, "alright, you two he's ready to meet."

"Okay," Violet moved towards Harmon's office door.

"Thank you, Queen," Paul came up behind Violet and rested his hand on her lower back intimately. He may not have noticed it but Queen did, 'those two are in love' she thought and smiled to herself. She wished she was a little younger because that Paul Dudley was not a bad man to be in love with, Violet had chosen wisely. 

As the door clicked shut behind them, they entered and saw Harmon standing behind his desk. He was an old school southern gentleman born and raised in Alabama, where he attended undergraduate and law school. For being an old school southern gentleman, Violet found that he was not a good ol' boy. He was very smart, wise, and respectful. He reminded Violet of Burt Lancaster, a big smile always, he was a strapping big man, looked like he still worked out frequently and was in quite good shape for someone of his age. His hair was completely white and he had full head of it, Violet couldn't tell if it was real or fake but if it was fake it was fantastic. Mr. Brookes never tried to be young he took pride in his age and was always appropriately dressed from his clothing, to his hair, he always looked like a sixty-five year old man with incredible taste in clothes and fashion. His hair was cut short and he was wearing a brown pin-striped suit, he had his glasses on, which he didn't wear all the time. Violet always found him incredibly handsome. If she was into older men or had a daddy thing he wouldn't have been a bad man to have it with. 

"Come on in, you two" he had a loud deep voice with a slight southern twang, he may have tried to lose it but it didn't go far.

Paul reached out and shook his hand firmly, "How you doing, Harmon?" 

"I'm fine, doing well."

"Hello, Mr. Brookes" 

"Hello Violet, you look lovely. You two sit on down and we'll get this shindig started. Would you like anything to drink? I can certainly go over to that kitchenette thing and get something or have Queenie bring you something in."

"No." Paul answered.

"No, thank you Mr. Brookes" Violet said simultaneously. 

The one thing Violet knew about any meeting with Harmon was that he got straight to the point, he was very direct and she always appreciated that about him. But she was having a hard time not appreciating Paul and how sexy he looked in that beautiful well-tailored suit. He really could wear a suit. Then again his body looked good in all clothes and no clothes at all. Violet let her eyes travel down his body to those strong legs, she couldn't see the complete definition through those suit pants but she could see some of the bulge of his muscular legs. 

"Okay, here's the deal you two," Violet's head sprung up as she heard Harmon's voice, "this merger is going fantastic," he nodded towards them approvingly, "you all have been doing a wonderful job on this. Violet I must compliment you. You have taken the reins of this merger and handled it well."

Violet smiled, "thank you, Mr. Brookes."

"No need to thank me, I need to thank you, you make this firm look good."

Violet glanced towards Paul, he was looking at her smiling slightly with a devilish look of 'later on tonight we'll be celebrating this' she just turned back towards Mr. Brookes and squeezed her thighs even tighter. 

"You have done a fine job. I've been checking over the file, you know I do that periodically just to keep up with all the cases that are going on in my firm."

Harmon Brookes and Mr. Smithmeyer knew the status of every single case in the firm, they just worked like that, this law firm was their baby, their family and they made sure they knew what was happening under their roof. 

Violet spoke up, she wanted to make sure everything about the case as it stood was understood by Mr. Brookes, "yes, Mr. Brookes we've been coming along. We have some meetings to attend in each company, starting the process of the merger. We also have an upcoming final meeting with the SEC, laying out the final plan to them for approval."

"Yes, I understand. The reason I called you two in here was to talk about those meetings. I want those to start now."

Paul looked at her, "now, sir," he asked.

"Yes now, the sooner the better. This merger is hot and with the economy in the state it's in, you don't want to wait too long and make investors or boards nervous. This is not the best time to handle a merger but the SEC knows it's necessary in some cases to keep companies functioning and the economy growing."

Violet made a comment to them both, "yes, sir I agree. The SEC has been watching mergers closely but if your plans are sound, they aren't saying much to stop or discourage."

Paul looked at Violet he was always impressed at how well she did her job and how knowledgeable she was about it. He was getting increasingly turned on just by sitting there near her hearing her speak with Harmon. He couldn't say he'd ever been this turned on by a woman speaking about the SEC, his cock was getting harder by the second. The fact that she looked so deliciously dressed in a beautiful crisp white linen skirt that hugged every curve ,with a turquoise shirt and a pair of three inch turquoise sandals with jewels all over them with a strap around the ankle, had him thinking about tying her down. 

"Well, this means I want you start setting up meetings with Swisz Athletics as soon as possible. I want you two out of here on a plane to Bern, Switzerland as soon as feasible. How does that sound?"

Paul looked at Violet and she looked at him. They both looked back at Mr. Brookes and said a resounding "yes, sounds great".

"Good, I knew you'd two would be ready to get going. If I know anything about you and Paul, you're both definitely tenacious, an admirable quality."

Violet thought to herself, he doesn't know how tenacious because tonight I'm going to be on my back with someone working my body out overtime. She looked over at Paul and he just gave her a big smile, with that twinkle in his emerald green eyes. Switzerland, here we come thought Violet. 

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Edited August 29, 2009: Kumani



Rendezvous Ch. 07



Bern, Switzerland was beautiful this time of the year thought Violet as they exited the airport to take a cab to the room they'd be sharing at the Hotel Savoy. The weather was mild, sunny and bright. Violet had tried to pack light but that was nearly impossible for her. She was so surprised when he'd shown at up Seatac Airport that morning with one small carryon and a computer case. She'd ended up with three bags, two she had to check and her purse. 

As they stepped into the cab, Paul was amazed at the amount of luggage Violet had brought for a week trip. She'd packed as if they were going on holiday for a couple of months instead of on a business trip for a couple of days.

"Violet, what's in all of those bags?" he asked her curiously.

"Clothes, of course. Why are you asking?"

He shook his head, "no reason."

Violet looked at him again as she looked at her bags 'men' she knew he was just being a smarty pants because she'd packed so much. Well, she had to have choices for her trip. Who knew what would happen between them, she just wanted to be prepared. 

The bellman came out and greeted them in German, "Gutenmorgen, Willkommen nach Bern. Aufnehmen Sie mit uns Kontakt? Mag ich Ihr Gepäck nehmen?" 

It was a good thing Paul spoke German because she was lost. "Ja sind wir. Danke. Wir überprüfen innen unter den Namen Paul Dudley und Violet Maxwell."

Paul and Violet followed the bellman into the hotel to the front desk. The woman at the front desk was a pretty blonde with blue eyes, as soon as she set her eyes on Paul she got excited. She looked at Violet for a moment as Paul attempted to get them checked in. Whatever they were saying, it was clear that she was chatting up Paul eagerly as she continuously batted her eyelashes at him. Violet rolled her eyes in annoyance. She then handed Violet her cardkey for the room. Violet snatched it up and turned to walk towards the elevator without even a thank you. It probably wouldn't have mattered anyway, she thought, since the only person the front desk clerk was paying attention to was Paul. Paul came up behind her a few seconds later.

"Hey, wait up. We need to go up together."

Violet turned her annoyed face on him, "really, Do we? The way that woman was looking at you, she would have been happy to lead you to your room by your dick," she spat out. 

Paul smiled, she was jealous, she was actually jealous. If only she knew that the bimbo at the front desk didn't even come close to being as sexy as she was with those skin tight suit pants clinging to that round firm ass of hers. He had to shake his head to come out of the trance that sexy body of hers had on his conscience. As they entered the elevator with the bellman, Violet leaned against the wall crossing her arms across her chest. Paul leaned next to her and slyly slid his hand over her behind and squeezed hard. She turned on him and he smiled at her wickedly. Violet was still annoyed but she couldn't help it, this man had a hold on every part of her and she couldn't control it but right now she was feeling as if she didn't want to. Her smile to him was small as she tried to belie the feelings that were going through her as he wreaked havoc on her hormones. Their rooms were adjoining since they were still keeping their burgeoning relationship private. Although Leonard had made sure to reserve them rooms that were co-joined. The bellman stopped at Violet's room first, opened the door and stepped to the side to let her enter. Paul stayed in the hallway and looked in as she entered. It was a nice room, the bellman set her luggage on the bed and turned to walk out of the room. Violet followed as he left, he turned at the door to look at her with a big expectant smile. Violet pulled some bills from her wallet and gave him a tip. He thanked her and turned to lead Paul towards his room. Violet closed her door and rushed into the bathroom to make sure she wasn't looking too haggard after their travels. She eased her suit jacket off and loosened a couple of buttons for Paul's impending seduction. He liked easy access to her bounty and she was willing to give it to him. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs with her foot shaking nervously. She could feel her pussy contract and get slick as she thought about Paul taking her in a few seconds. She could hear Paul and the bellman chatting. She thought to herself, 'can he stop being chatty Cathy so we can get to fucking,' her patience was running thin. She noticed silence from his room, then the telling low knock. 

Violet rose from the bed and unlocked the adjoining door and opened it to a beautiful sight, Paul standing in the door with that sexy smirk.

"Why are you still dressed?" he asked her with a little annoyance in his voice.

"I was waiting for you to help me undress," Violet said as she caressed his dress shirt covered chest. 

"Oh!" he commented as his brows raised, "well I can certainly oblige but you have to remember we have a dinner tonight with the Swisz people."

"How would I ever forget that," Violet said in a sexy low tone. Her hands wandered down to caress his cock, it was already rock hard and ready to service her every need. 

Paul backed Violet into her room and her legs hit the bed, she dropped back onto the bed and laid out for him. Paul's eyes lowered to her body, he was ready to make love to her. That plane ride had been too long and he wanted to devour her. He eased onto her body and started to kiss her as they both began to remove her clothing. Violet figured she may as well help. No use in wasting time. 

After a late afternoon of some seriously intense loving, they joined the Swisz merger team for dinner. The Chief of Operations, Wang Lan, who was originally from China, Chief Financial Officer, Gregor Thoms, Vice President, Joy Mulisa who was from Tanzania, President and CEO, Mathias Steinhof, and their more than capable liaison who was helping with the whole transition joined Kurt Brandt at dinner that evening. Kurt and Violet had worked closely and she was looking forward to seeing him again, they'd only talked on the phone during business and conference calls. Paul had never met him but he was going to tonight, he'd notice the easy rapport between his girlfriend and Kurt was really interested to meet this guy this evening. 

Violet came out of her room looking absolutely gorgeous Paul thought she always looked wonderful to him, she could have been wearing a gingham sack and he'd be impressed. Her body was made for clothing and everything she put on went from glamorous to super sexy in seconds. She had poured that beautiful body into a print wrap dress with a ruffle at the bottom, it hung long in the back to her mid-calf and slightly above her knees in the front. She had on a light long black sweater as a cover up and her feet were in some sexy mary jane pumps. He couldn't stop looking at her as they walked down the hall to the elevator. 

"You look spectacular. How do you do it, you make every other woman look like my grandmother," he told her as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and caressed it.

Violet turned to look at him and laughed that beautiful light feminine laugh he loved. "Well, Mr. Dudley you aren't looking too sloppy yourself," she eyed him up and down. Paul was so handsome in a light grey summer suit with a lavender dress shirt, he'd decided to ditch the tie since this was just an informal dinner for everyone to meet and get comfortable with one another again. 

"Paul, you are looking hot tonight and I'm going to enjoy peeling those clothes off later" she wrinkled her brows at him. A wicked smile broke out on his handsome face. 

"You'll only do that if I say so," he told her. Violet had gotten used to his forceful manner when it came to his sexual desires and she'd found herself very inclined to give into him. 

The dinner was at a new and upcoming Asian fusion restaurant in Bern. When they arrived, most of the guests were already seated sipping on various drinks. Violet had met them before so she introduced them to Paul. Wang was a small thin man who wore glasses. Gregor was a man of medium height with a pot belly, he was also balding. Joy was a beautiful woman with skin the color of dark mahogany about the height of Violet just a little taller with golden eyes. They were so striking Paul was transfixed for a moment. Mathias and Kurt walked in a little later. Mathias was a tall, middle-aged man with dark brown hair sprinkled with gray he had an amazing physique for a man in his 50's. And then in walked Kurt, he looked like a GQ model, 6'4" light brown hair, a thin muscular body, he had amazing blue eyes and as he walked to the table Paul noticed them zoning in on HIS girlfriend. Violet rose from her chair and greeted him like a long lost friend, Violet hugged him just a little too tightly and Kurt hugged and held her like a piece of silk. They held each other for a moment much to longer than Paul liked. When Violet moved out of Kurt's embrace she then seemed to snap back to reality, realizing that Paul was there. 

"Oh, I'm sorry Paul. Paul this is our merger liaison, Kurt Brandt, we've been working together on this merger from the beginning so we have intimate knowledge of one another."

Paul's eyebrows knitted together in confusion and anger. 

Kurt stuck his hand out to shake Paul's, "Wilkommen Paul. Violet has told me a lot about you, I was happy when you joined the team. It seems your knowledge has been most welcome and needed."

Paul relaxed his face a bit, but he was still uncomfortable with this guy having any knowledge about his woman. "I'm glad to finally meet you," Paul said, still not smiling, "glad to be of service in this whole process."

Violet turned back to Kurt and asked, "where is your legal crew?"

Kurt smiled big at her and put his hand on her shoulder, "oh no, no company lawyers tonight. I just came to have a drink and eat some good food and catch up with a good friend. There will be time for lawyers at tomorrow morning's meeting."

"Well, I guess you're right. We just arrived early this morning. My mind isn't on business right now." She took Kurt's arm and led him to the table to sit next her. 

Paul followed, but he was not happy about the close relationship between Kurt and Violet. They were too cozy and for some reason his jealousy was starting to rear its ugly head. As they were about to sit, Kurt attempted to pull out Violet's chair for her to sit but Paul wasn't going to let him make any more moves on his woman, he pulled it out first. Violet looked over at him curiously, she wondered why all of sudden he'd gone all caveman on her in the middle of this restaurant with business colleagues around. She was a little surprised, he'd seen her work with other men at the office and she'd never noticed this reaction, what was going on with him. 

The evening flew by and they all had a good time, catching up and talking a little about the final steps in the upcoming merger. Paul had been quiet throughout the night, only speaking when spoken to. Violet had attempted to include him in the conversation but she'd grown weary of his childish behavior as the evening continued and just decided not to acknowledge his games. As they said their farewells for the evening, Paul was gracious as he could be with the thought that another man had set his sights on his woman. During the evening he'd kept his composure as best he could, so no one would be aware of their relationship which could jeopardize things for so many people and could present conflicts. So he just related to Violet all evening as a colleague, just someone he worked with but he'd longed to touch that beautiful golden brown skin, slide his hand beneath the table and finger her warm snatch. He also saw someone sitting on her other side that seemed to want to indulge too, Kurt. As they left Kurt and Joy asked if they could each get a chance to have lunch with her before they left after a few days. Violet assured them both they'd get a chance to speak with her personally.

On the way back to the hotel, Violet noticed Paul seemed a little peeved. She touched his arm with a gentle caress hoping to calm him down. 

In the car Paul was pissed at her familiarity with this Kurt fellow, she was his woman and he didn't like the idea of some fairy boy looking at his woman as if she were the last biscuit in the tin. He also didn't like the way that Violet seemed to revel in the attention of this guy. He had no idea she could be this kind of flirt and he didn't know if he could handle it and he definitely didn't like it. 

Violet had decided she wasn't going to get into this with Paul, he was acting childish. This was her job as well as his and she had been working with the team at Swisz for over 2 years on this merger. She didn't have time to worry about him having a fit. She cared for Paul but he needed to understand that this was business, she was just having a good time tonight and she wondered why he was having a bad one, 'oh men!' she thought. They could sometimes act like little babies. As they left the elevator and walked towards their hotel rooms, he seemed to speed up as he got to his door, Violet was going to say something to him but he opened his door quickly and went inside and closed it. Violet was in shock, who did he think he was playing with acting as if she was just some high school girl he could jerk around when he didn't get his way. Violet hurried to his door and began to bang on it loudly, she knew that if someone came out in the hallway, they'd think she was a raving maniac but her ire was up and she had enough of his silliness. 

Paul sat inside his room still fuming when he heard the clear, loud rapping at his door. It had to be Violet, so that's how she wanted it well he'd show her who was boss. He bounded out of his chair to door and swung it open abruptly. There was Violet standing in the hallway, she seemed a tad shocked when he opened the door but she was standing there hand on her hip giving him the nastiest look she could muster.

"Excuse me," she said loudly "but did you just slam a door in my face?"

Paul feigned confusion for a second, "slam a door? No, I just came into my hotel room, that's all. Do we have a problem?" he tried to act as if the situation was not occurring. 

"Do you we have problem?" he asked brusquely. Violet rushed past him to enter his room and turned swiftly to face him, her hair moved with her. All of sudden Paul was turned on and mad at the same time. She looked so beautiful, he had to have her right now in the worst way. 

He closed the door behind himself as she walked in.

"You damn right, we have one. What the hell is going on with you? This little tantrum you're throwing is just ridiculous."

Suddenly Violet saw Paul coming towards her with purpose in those long steps. She stepped back instinctively because he had a look in his eye. She'd seen it before but never to this degree.

Paul was on her suddenly and he began to kiss her hard and with ferocity. Violet could barely keep her bearings, he'd never been this forceful with her but he was trying hard to take total possession of her body and soul. He began to rip at her clothes, Violet was attempting to help him take them off so she'd have clothing in a wearable condition later but he was having none of it. He kept moving her hands, as he stripped off clothing and underwear with lighting speed. Everywhere his hands removed clothing they returned to grab and massage her flesh. It was a little overwhelming and a little painful, usually he was fairly gentle although he could be forceful in manner. But the worst he'd done with her was a little rough petting here and there but nothing like this, this was bound to leave marks. She wasn't sure what was going on with him but she was scared and turned on by the whole scene. She took her hands and started to stroke him through his pants, for a man who had been mad a few seconds ago he was sure turned on now. His cock was rock hard and about burst through that flimsy zipper. He pushed her hands away from his cock and pushed her back on the bed, she came down pretty fast and hard so she bounced a little. Her breasts bounced as she did, Paul couldn't take it he was going to fuck her until she was bowlegged. He was going to let her know she was his and no other man on the earth could possess her the way he could. He'd been holding back a little on showing her his wild side, he had warned her previously and she had seen glimpses of it here and there as they'd made love but he was unbound tonight. 

Violet leaned back on her elbows, her eyes as big as saucers. Paul was looking at her through hooded lenses and breathing harder than she'd ever seen him breath. She would have sworn he had just come from running a marathon, he removed his clothes promptly with pieces flying and he stood there his gaze raking over her. Her pussy was so wet, she was leaking like a faucet and only he could put out that fire. Hadn't they just been fighting a few seconds ago and giving each other the silent treatment? What the hell had happened between now and then? 

He looked at her feral and raw and told her in no uncertain terms, "Violet, you're mine. No other man on this earth will have you the way I'm going to have you tonight. You're mine, dammit."

Suddenly he came across her body and started kiss her again even harder this time, he took those fingers of his stuffed them into her warm cunt. She could feel her juices coating his hand, he took his fingers out and put them into her mouth, she sucked at them greedily. She couldn't believe that this man made her want so bad to taste herself. 

He turned over onto his back, his cock rising into the air at attention and gave her an order she had never heard from any other man and one she wasn't going to refuse from him.

"Suck my cock," she looked at him with surprise in her eyes, his brow grew furrowed and he told her in a low stern voice "Now, Violet." It was a request and an order all in one breath. 

Violet leaned over him and took his cock into her mouth immediately. She didn't know what had come over her, she'd been so upset and now she was savoring his sweetness. He put his hand on the back of her head and she opened up her throat to take him deeper into her mouth. He kept his hand on the back of her head, Violet knew that if any other man had done that she'd have given him the riot act but with Paul she just wanted to please him. He was so big, it was hard to take him all in and she felt like choking almost but he was moaning and wailing she could hear how turned on he was, he'd never been this loud. He began to fuck her mouth a little all the while saying dirty nasty things to her, that were astoundingly hot and making her hotter. Violet didn't know many things about herself sexually, most of the sex she'd had was to please the man and not herself. But she felt so powerful with a mouthful of Paul's cock, she was controlling his orgasm. 

He took a moment and slapped her ass hard as he told, "suck it, suck it with your pretty mouth. You're such a slut but you're my fucking slut." As he smacked her bottom again it made her pussy gush even harder. She wanted to be fucked senseless by him right at that moment but did not dare stop sucking.

"Oh suck it harder, suck that big beautiful cock. I know you like my cock in your mouth. Wait till I put it in that ass of yours."

Violet hadn't really heard what he said, did he say 'ass'? All of sudden she could hear his roar, he was going to come and hard. Violet moved to pick her head up before he came but all a sudden she became emboldened, she decided to stay and drink in his essence. Paul came long and hard, he didn't try to stop Violet from taking his seed down her throat, in a way it's what he wanted, he wanted her submitting to him and finding her sexual power at the same time. As he unloaded his hot manhood into her mouth, Paul was so turned on. He knew she'd never done anything like that before and it filled him with male pride that she did it with him, that she wanted to please him, she really did love him. 




Rendezvous Ch. 07



Violet lifted her head from his pelvic region tentatively, all of sudden she felt ashamed, what if he really thought she was a slut for what she did? Violet rose and was going to attempt to leave the bed, although swallowing his cum hadn't been that bad, it tasted sweet and salty nothing like she thought it was going to be, but the shame coming over her was terrible and maybe she needed a moment to think about what had just happened. Of course, Paul was having none of that. 

Paul was still recovering as he turned to see her trying to sneak out. "Excuse me, where the hell are you going?"

Violet stood stock still, after that release she'd have thought he'd want to sleep, but who was she fooling every time they'd ever made love, the man was ready for a second round within moments of the first. She stood up and turned to look at him, "listen, Paul the little he-man thing was really cute and that a hot little session but we both have to up early in the morning for our meeting. So I think I need to jump in the shower and hit the sack. I think maybe we need some time alone."

As she spoke, Violet noticed the scowl on his face getting deeper and deeper. Maybe she should have just laid down next to him and wait for him to fall asleep before she snuck out. She tried harder to explain why she was leaving, they'd be tired in the morning, the night had been long, they could think some things over but the more she explained the less convinced Paul seemed to be.

"Violet, now is not the time to trifle with me," he said sternly. Why did he remind her of her dad when she was little when he said that, how weird. "You will drop those clothes immediately or I'll be dragging you by your hair back to bed."

Violet mouth opened she thought she'd give him a smart comment but the look on his face warned her, he may actually do what he'd just threatened but she thought he was actually teasing her but she could never tell with him sometimes. She laid her clothing down and lay back on the bed.

He turned over on his side to look at her, he was still stern in his speech but his eyes had gone soft on her. It was just so amazing to her that he could be so take-charge and vulnerable all at the same time. She was falling in love with this man so hard, it was starting to hurt her. 

"Violet, I want to tell you something about tonight. Yes, I was upset this evening, the way that Kurt guy kept mooning over you. It was starting to bother me."

"Really, Paul? Kurt is just a friend. We've been working on this merger so long we've just become close friends. He has no interest in me as a girlfriend at all. In fact, I think he's got some interest in Joy."

"Hmmm." Paul was surprised.

Violet just laughed, how clueless men could be, "yea, look at her. She's the exotic, tall, leggy, model type. Why wouldn't he be interested in her? You should know, you were married to a model. I'm sure if I were the one we'd be skipping off into the sunset getting married," she smiled but Paul didn't return it.

He sat straight up and turned toward Violet, she watched as he reached those muscular arms out to grab her smaller ones. He hefted her up and she turned to look at him steadily. 

"I want you to know Violet I am not hanging on to you until something better comes along. I've been trying during this time to let you know how much I care about you and what an important part of my life you are but I guess showing you isn't enough." He stared at her for a moment and then it happened, "Violet Ingrid Maxwell, I love you. I love you more than I love me. You are absolutely the best thing that has ever happened to me and I wouldn't trade you in for all the leggy model-types in the world."

Violet sat there silently, she'd never had a declaration of love quite like this. In her past she always felt that men told her they loved her out of obligation not out of actual genuine emotion. He was looking at her quietly studying her face, he'd just put his heart out in the open and she sitting like a stone statute. Suddenly she was terrified and just really needed to get out there, she'd been hoping he would say this but now that he had all the doubt came crushing on her again. All the heartbreak and pain of past relationships gone wrong, she couldn't take it if she declared her love for him and then he left, she would be devastated, she wasn't going to risk it.

Violet shrugged off his grip and told him, "I'm sorry Paul, I don't know if I'm ready for this. I need a chance to just think," she pleaded to him with her eyes, "I just need a chance to think."

Paul silently conceded it to her. She gathered her clothes for a second time and walked through the adjoining door. Paul sat there and looked at it as if he could see her through it. He'd told her he loved her, couldn't live without her and she just sat silent. His heart felt heavy, he thought she'd moved on from her past heartbreak but it looked like there was more work to do.

Violet sat on the bed, naked with her head in hands. She cried quietly she didn't want Paul to hear and knock on the door to try to rescue her. This was her fight now. His love wasn't going to be enough to move past the pain of disappointment regarding her previous relationships. She had to do that herself. She had to do that by herself. 

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Their week in Bern had passed slowly after the night Paul told her he loved her. Violet was on auto-pilot, she was in meetings discussing aspects of the upcoming merger but she barely recognized herself. She hadn't really spoken to Paul at all during the trip and on Thursday he'd been called back to Seattle on another important matter regarding a client at the firm. That Friday, as she packed to get on the plane she kept re-playing the scene in his room from a few days prior, what was she going to do? She knew any sane man would not wait around while she contemplated whether or not to love him, especially one as special as Paul. They'd been dating now for almost a year, although she felt love from him she wasn't about to make a statement to that fact. That would leave her too open. Maybe she should cut her losses, the merger was almost complete and they wouldn't need to see each other around the office much anymore. She could just stop pursuing this relationship and save herself the pain of a bad break-up. He was too wonderful not to want someone better, with a better body or better confidence. Yes, that's what she was going to do when they returned home, do Paul a favor and stop this before anyone got their feelings hurt, most likely, her.

Paul had been so angry after leaving Bern on Thursday, angry and miserable. He'd tried to call, email and even text Violet and he hated texting but she didn't answer and if she did it was only about business. He knew that she'd gotten back Friday night, he thought of surprising her at the airport in the baggage claim section but what was the use she'd probably only look right through him and keep going. She hadn't tried to speak to him since she'd returned, he hadn't seen her all weekend and it was now time for their Monday team meeting. They wanted to debrief the team about the trip to Switzerland and upcoming assignments to get ready and close this merger out. Harmon would be joining them for this meeting he'd wanted to be part of the debriefing. 

As Paul strolled towards the Rainier conference room, someone was coming behind him saying his name it was familiar female voice but not the one he wanted to hear. He turned and was greeted with a huge smile and the batting fake eyelashes of Rebecca Althorp. He'd actually been helping her with an estate issue that had overseas ties and boy had she been intrusive, she asked a lot of dumb questions, he figured it was just so she would have an opportunity to come to his office and lean over his desk to shove those fake boobs at him. He didn't feel like talking to her right now, this just was not the time.

She sidled up to him, twisting her hips so hard he thought she'd throw one out. She came up and immediately put her hand on his arm as if to lock him in place.

"I'm so glad to see you. I'd heard you'd gotten back to work late last week but I hadn't had a chance to come by and see how your trip was. Oh well, it was probably frightfully mundane it's not as if Violet Maxwell leads an exciting life. She's totally looks like no fun, too bad it wasn't me with you in Bern we would have had a blast," she said her chest heaving. He would say something about the Violet comment but he wasn't exactly feeling warm and fuzzy about his lady love at the moment.

"What can I do for you Rebecca? I'm on my way to a meeting and I don't want to be late."

"Oh, I don't want to keep you from taking care of business, I'm sure you're good at it," she was trying to use innuendo with him but he saw through her like a cheap cotton undershirt. 

"Paul, I just really need your help on more matters regarding the Bourque estate. Could you pleaseee help me" she gave Paul those lost puppy dog eyes. He wondered to himself did that actually work on men? He couldn't see how and that whiny thing she did when she wanted to get her way worked, it was nerve-wracking. His nieces and nephew had never whined like that as children, she was grown woman. 

"Sure, Rebecca I'll help you when would you like to meet?"

She perked up quickly and started to bounce up and down, "oh thank you, you're a godsend Paul. How about we do a lunch meeting today, is that okay?"

"Sure, it's fine, how about 1 p.m. at Danny Dunne's Café?"

Rebecca was disappointed he hadn't said some place more cozy and private, but any time she could get alone with this hunk of a man was great. All she had to do was wait and make her move, he was going to be hers, no woman could compete with her and she knew it. All of sudden out of the corner of her eye she spied Violet coming down the wall, she had her head down reading as she walked. She thought to herself, 'what a loser and she's fat.' She'd noticed that Violet and Paul seemed to spend a lot of time together but this dang merger was about to be completed and she'd be using Paul every chance she got on this estate stuff. Just as she was coming down the hall toward them, Rebecca saw Violet look up and spot them and her eyes widened as she saw Rebecca go in for the kill. Paul was staring at Violet as she made her way down the hall, she looked absolutely breathtaking. Then all of sudden he felt something cold and wet on his cheek, he did a side-eye and spotted Rebecca kissing him on the cheek as she caressed his arm. 

"Thanks so much handsome. See you for that lunch," she turned and sashayed down the hall in a skirt way too short for any woman who wanted to be taken seriously as a professional. 

He realized Violet heard Rebecca say the last sentence, how could she not she'd said it loud enough for Oregon to hear. And then he noticed something else, a look of fire in her eyes, she was mad, she was jealous he thought, this made him perk up. Maybe this Rebecca thing could work in his favor, he hated doing things like this but if she thought she may lose him even though he was sure she should have known he'd never go for Rebecca then maybe she'd confess her love for him. 

Violet was stunned, she didn't just see what she thought she saw. Why was Rebecca being cozy with Paul. Her stomach lurched a bit, wow he seemed to have moved on really quickly and with Rebecca of all people. Maybe he wasn't the man she thought he was, maybe he'd been playing her all this time or maybe he just needed a nice set of pillow boobs to wipe her away from his mind. He was staring at her hard, she decided she'd try to be the adult in this situation.

"Good morning, Paul" she said flatly without a hint of emotion. 'Son of a bitch' she thought but inside her heart was crumbling into pieces. This sealed it for her, she was done with Paul.

*

Thanks to my editor Kumani, you rock. Thanks for coming back to read the story, sorry I been gone so long but I'm living my own love story and preparing for a wedding. EMD



Rendezvous Ch. 08



Paul didn't know what had gone wrong, he thought his plan to make Violet realize what she could possibly lose if she didn't step up and say she loved him would work. He never thought it would end up like this with her in his office, telling him that she thought it would be better if they ended this affair without any hard feelings. Hard feelings. Was she kidding? His feelings were hard and getting harder. He could barely get a word out before it was over and done with, she was a good lawyer she had totally caught him off guard with the argument she made for their break up. Now all he could do was sit there behind his desk and wonder how the hell the woman of his dreams had just walked out his life forever. 

Violet was sitting there in her office with her head on the desk, she'd just spent the last ten minutes shedding tears over what could have been between her and Paul. She was a bit dizzy, all she knew was that after the team meeting she'd gone to his office to do what she felt would end her suffering. She wouldn't be the one that got their heart broken in this affair. She was determined to be the heartbreaker. She wasn't even sure what she'd said to him most of it was an absolute blur. 

Leonard entered her office, "Violet, darling I need your signature on the documents and wanted to remind you about the meeting with Mr. Ruston of Greymaster Shipyard..." he trailed off as he notices Violet with her head in her hands "What is going on with you missy?"

Violet lifted her head with tears in eyes, "Leonard, I don't know what to do, it's over, it's over."

"What's over?" said Leonard with a look of utter shock on his face

"My relationship with Paul, it's over."

Leonard rounds the desk, drops the documents for the case on it and puts his arm around Violet squeezing her tight.

"What are you talking about? When did all this happen? Does he know?" Leonard questioned her while comforting her. 

Violet turned to look at Leonard stupidly, "Of course, he knows I told him in his office not 10 minutes ago. I can't take this I got to get out of her Leonard. I'm going home. You can have the rest of the day off."

"Well what about your meeting?"

Violet turned as she's gathered up her briefcase and purse, "Reschedule it, please. I just need some time, my head is spinning and I feel like I'm going to faint."

Leonard made her sit down on the leather couch "Oh no you don't. Stop let me get you some water. I'm calling Pam, you need a ride home and I take the bus. You will not be driving."

Leonard rushed from office to call Pam. Pam entered the office to find a distraught Violet.

Pam bounded in, in all her petite glory, "Violet, Leonard just called down on my private line. What is going on?"

Violet started to cry even harder, "Pam I have to get out of here. I just have to go. I'm going to lose it."

"Okay honey, we'll get your stuff and get you outta here." Pam gathered up Violet's things once again and they get ready to leave for the day. 

They pass Leonard on the phone with Mr. Ruston's office.

"Oh no, I'm sorry but Ms. Maxwell had an emergency and this meeting has to be rescheduled for a later date."

Leonard mouthed to Pam and Violet as they pass 'I'll be by later'. Pam is ready to hustle Violet out of the office before anyone notices and starts asking questions.

"Go down to my office Leonard and have Janine give you my things and bring them with you when you come to Violet's. My keys are in the purse, bring my car." Leonard usually takes the bus so transporting her car to Violet's place so she has it to get home will be a treat especially since Pam drives a BMW, "Thanks sweetie." Pam runs to catch up to a fast moving Violet. 

Paul sees Pam and Violet walking toward to the elevator. He decided to come down to see if he could talk some sense into Violet. He thought about walking up and stopping them but as he stares he sees Pam turn around. Pam noticed him and scowls at him and turns to rush Violet into the awaiting elevator. 

Paul is confused and upset. He didn't understand what had happened. Well yes he did, he did something childish he tried to make her jealous but he'd been so upset after the Switzerland trip. He was tired of Violet running from him. He was tired of chasing her. He thought if he's told her how he felt she would finally be convinced they start a life together maybe even get married. He was surprised that he'd been thinking about marriage again but when you get something this great, well he just didn't want her to get away. But now he'd done it, he'd pushed her away like a fool. 

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Pam was in the kitchen getting Violet another cup of Earl Grey tea she glanced over at a stoic figure on the couch, Violet had kind of zoned out. She was drinking tea and would talk intermittently but really only to say something hurtful about Paul. Pam had called Nedra, who was at her studio and was on her way to Ballard from Renton. She'd talk to Leonard and he was still getting some work done but would be over as soon he finished. Pam really didn't know what to say, she and Violet had been friends for awhile but she'd never seen her like this. She went over and set the tea on the coffee table in front of Violet then heard the doorbell ring. Thank goodness, she thought, it must be Nedra. She ran down the stairs to see someone she knew she didn't want to see at the door, Paul Dudley. 

She opened it swiftly to give him what for, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Pam, I really like you but I'm going to warn you to step aside so I can talk Violet."

Pam puffed up her small body and stood on her tiptoes, "Are you threatening me?" She stuck her finger into Doug's chest. "Listen here mister, how dare you bring your sorry ass over her when my girl is up there in catatonic shock from some crap you did. I don't want to hear..."

"Pam!" Violet was standing on the stairs to the first floor. Pam turned suddenly and Paul looked up and saw Violet standing there looking like hell. He'd told himself that he never wanted to see her look like this again, he'd promised himself and now he'd broken that promise. What the hell is wrong with you, he thought to himself, did he have to destroy everything he touched. 

Violet had calmed herself a little; she'd heard their voices from the first floor and just wanted it to stop. "Pam, it's okay I'll talk to him" she wasn't sure what she would say but was not in the mood to hear those two go at it. She walked down the steps toward him, Paul just stood in her doorway not daring to enter. Pam stood to side glaring daggers at him. 

"You can step in Paul", he did as she asked but didn't go any further than the foyer, "and Pam I'll be okay."

Pam turned toward her with sympathy in her eyes, "okay if you need me, just holler and I'll be down to kung fu his ass".

Violet smiled to herself, that Pam was a feisty something but a loyal friend. As Pam came up the steps Violet descended down all the while looking at Paul intently, his eyes never diverted from her. She was surprised he didn't seem really that guilty or didn't let off an heir of guilt but then again as attorneys, they both had good poker faces. Once she was the bottom landing, she put out her arm to welcome him into her office. He turned solemnly and entered as she followed. 

As Paul looked around he once again noticed how Violet's office reflected her, very feminine and functional. It was a large room and on one side it held a regular desk that was metal painted white and other a standing desk with a stool, it was covered in papers and books. She had books on shelves and bookcases, all over the floor and lots of bankers' boxes with documents from her cases. The room was a soft teal color with paintings and posters of travel spots from around the world. He knew she liked to travel, lots of photos with her and friends in different spots. She was rather adventurous as he'd come to figure out. He decided to stand as she took a seat in an oversized chair in the corner. 

She looked him up and down, she was wondering why he'd shown up here. There wasn't much he could say now to explain that display between he and Rebecca. 

Paul decided he needed to go first because she didn't look like she was in the mood to talk. "Well I guess I should get on with this. First I want to apologize again for what I did. I didn't mean for it to turn out that way. I just thought that maybe I could get you bothered enough to care, to say something, to let me know your feelings". He looked at her pleadingly, he wanted her to know that he wasn't serious about Rebecca or any of that, he'd just chosen a childish way to show his dissatisfaction with their relationship. 

Violet sat there kind of staring through him, she didn't really care why he'd done what he'd done at this point. No man was going to manipulate her again, ever, she'd had that done before and it never worked out the way she imagined. She was not going to let him play games with her. So he'd explained himself quite well but that explanation was not enough, Violet knew she had to protect herself. She'd thought in the beginning this was a bad idea, now her suspicions were confirmed. She should have stuck to her first mind. 

He was standing there waiting for a response, anything. Something. Her face hadn't even moved, he was getting nervous and Paul never got nervous. 

"Don't you have something to say, Violet. I want to know that you understand what I'm saying. I love you and I want you to tell me something. That you love me or trying to love me, I need something."

"Hmmm that's so interesting Paul. Yes I do have something to say. The same thing I told you this afternoon but after this conversation, you've confirmed it. We are done. No one and I do mean no one will manipulate me ever again" she shouted at him. "I cannot believe that in one breath you would say you love me and then with your actions try to humiliate me. How dare you come here with that sorry excuse, I want you the hell out of my house and out of my life," Violet was seething. 

"But Violet, you have to understand..." he pleaded. 

She jumped up from her chair and in a burst of anger told him, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE. NOW!!" Violet didn't recognize the roar coming from her soul; she was taken aback by her anger. But there it was all the anger she had built up over past heartbreaks she'd just released on Paul. 

Paul was shocked, he stepped back. He couldn't believe it, she was breathing heavily and tears were flowing freely from her eyes. She was mad and unbelievably hurt and there was nothing he could do to rectify this situation, he told himself he never wanted to do this to her again and here he had broken her heart. He'd hurt her all to try to make her jealous, all because of some childish game. 

His words rushed out but he wanted to say them before he left her life for good, "I'm sorry Violet, I'm just so sorry." He felt like a ton of bricks hit him when she looked at him with pain in her eyes. 

"I don't give a damn," she said and dropped back into a chair in her office. Her head fell forward and she started to sob loudly. 

He wanted to go to her but he'd done enough, he'd ruined another relationship, what the hell was wrong with him. As he turned to leave, he saw Pam running downstairs she ran into the office and comforted Violet. The scene as he opened the door to leave was Violet wailing in Pam's arms, they both ignored his exit. As he closed the door and went to get into his car Paul started to cry, he'd just ruined the only good thing in his life. He knew she'd had issues previously why had he pushed so hard, he knew why because he was insecure just as he had been after the break up with Anya, he'd been so damn insecure and now it had damaged something so beautiful and precious. He drove away wiping tears from his eyes. 

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Paul was waking up to a sunny day in Sydney, after the debacle with Violet he couldn't bear to see her at work so as soon as the Tri-Gear/Swisz Athletics merger had been completed he taken a sabbatical he really needed it. He'd fell into a deep depression after their break up, he'd come to discover that his feelings for Violet were deeper than he'd realized. They were a need, a love he had never known before and the thought of seeing her or not seeing her was enough to drive him almost mad. So he'd come home to visit his parents. They'd been pleased to see him but a little surprised, he didn't tell them what had been going with he and Violet. He just said he'd needed some time off because of the stress of work. His mum was delighted, she loved doting on him and his dad was glad to have some male company around the house. Although he'd grown up in the city his parents had moved a little outside of Sydney to a large farm with about 100 acres of land. His dad had been doing something he'd always had an interest in, raising horses, so Paul was helping while he was there. The hard labor was just what he needed to take his mind off the Violet but sometimes during the night his cock would get rock hard and he'd have to relieve himself at the thought of her beautiful sienna skin and smooth shapely body. There had been some rough nights trying to satiate his lust for her and even rougher days trying to forget his love for her.

After the blow up at her home, he'd gone in the next day to ask Harmon for a sabbatical after the merger would be complete, which he happily agreed to. He hadn't asked Paul why he wanted it. Harmon wasn't the type of man to pry which Paul was thankful for. He'd just given him the go ahead. Paul assigned the other cases he'd been working on to other attorneys and left a week or so later, he'd caught a flight to Sydney to take his mind off his troubles. He'd called his office to try to see if he could get any information from Leslie without actually telling her he was trying to get information about Violet but she had none. He wasn't sure what she'd done after that episode, but he did discover a few weeks later that she'd given her resignation and left Brookes and Smithmeyer. He didn't have all the details but after he heard the news he felt even worse. He knew she'd left because of him, she'd told him she wouldn't be able to deal with working there if things ended badly and they had. He'd left a wake of carnage in her life and his own; he'd been in Sydney almost three months and had just been lost without her, absolutely lost. Now what was he supposed to do?

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Violet had finally finished hashing out a deal on the lease for her new office. She'd be sharing the digs with another solo practitioner but it didn't matter, she'd finally gotten her own firm. She'd be having the engraving put up 'Violet Maxwell, Attorney at Law' any day now. She'd been so heartbroken after her break up with Paul that she just couldn't stomach the thought of trying to go back and work at Brookes and Smithmeyer so after she'd taken some time off, she decided to tender her resignation. It was hard thing to do because Mr. Brookes really had given her, her first chance as an attorney and had been such a wonderful mentor to her. He and Mr. Smithmeyer had been sad to see her go but they also understood her ambition. While the tragedy of she and Paul had been horrid to go through, it had spurred her on to finally make a move out of the safety of working for someone else. She'd be working for herself and she was so proud of that fact. There had been some sad good-byes at her going away dinner, especially Pam although their friendship had not waned since she'd left, but not everyone seemed heart-broken particularly Rebecca Althorp, who she thought had been jockeying for her job at the party. That witless slut, she thought but that was all over now. She hadn't immediately started practicing law after her resignation, she'd told all of her clients what was going on and surprisingly many told her to call them after she'd set up her new digs, they wanted to give her some work because she'd always done such a great job for them. She was shocked to see how many of the clients she'd worked with at the firm had admired her hard work and tenacity, so she was starting with an impressive client list. She'd been living off savings for the last month or so. Leonard had also resigned his position as legal secretary because as he told her 'I'm not working for any of other dicks and bitches around here'. So he was going to be her legal secretary still, she didn't know if she could use him full time at first but with the way her client list was looking he'd be full time and she'd probably be able to pay a little more than he made Brookes and Smithmeyer. Nedra had been really upset about what happened between her and Paul, she'd was astonished at how it all gone so wrong so fast. But she'd been totally supportive of the decision that Violet had made going out on her own. She was also sending Violet some work from professional photographers she knew who need trademark and copyright legal work done. Violet had never been so happy, scared and sad all at the same time. 

"Okay, Ms. Maxwell all the documents have been signed and here's your set of keys to the office," her new landlord a tall heavyset Russian gentlemen named David Baranova handed her the keys. She and the office's other occupant were at his real estate office, her new office mate was a woman that did bankruptcy work, she was older white woman in her early 50s tall and amazingly bony with short platinum blonde hair that looked like a bad dye job, her name was Rachel Lamb, she was friendly and seemed outgoing, she dressed like a gypsy though. She had a mouth like a sailor so Violet was trying to get used to blunt manner, she had her own legal assistant who she said worked part time, a Filipino woman who Violet had met briefly by the name of Evangeline. 

After Rachel signed what she needed to regarding the changes to the lease, she turned to Violet and took her hand and shook it hard. She had a solid grip for a woman so thin, "Alright Violet, you're in for a hell of a ride now girly" and started to laugh boisterously. Violet just smiled back at her, she hoped she knew what she was doing because it was all done for now. 

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Violet was standing in the airport waiting for her friend to come out to meet her, she'd stayed close to Kurt Brandt even after she left Brookes and Smithmeyer they had become close friends. He was coming to visit because he was going to visit her old firm, they were doing some other work for what had know become Tri-Swisz Athletics. She had been really proud of the work she'd done on that merger she and Paul had worked... 'oh wow' she thought so many months had gone by and she hadn't really thought about Paul at all. She had no idea what he was doing, she wondered if she was back at the firm but she never asked and Pam was such a good friend she never volunteered any information. She hadn't been back to visit, she didn't want to accidentally run into him if he had come back. The only thing she knew was that he'd gone back to Sydney for a sabbatical. She was torn from her reverie by a masculine voice. 

"Violet!" it said loudly she looked up to see Kurt Brandt coming her way. Although he was in Seattle on business, she'd insisted that he stay with her no stagnant business hotel for him. He'd also get some of her wonderful home cooking. 

"Kurt," she stood with her arms open to give him a big hug. As he walked toward her all of sudden Violet started to notice what an absolutely handsome man he was. Now if there was anyone she could see herself getting under after the heart break with Paul it was Kurt Brandt, the man was gorgeous, all 6'4" slim athletic build of him with that perfectly coiffed hair and those striking blue eyes. Yes, he could make her forget all about Paul, at least for a little while she thought to herself. 




Rendezvous Ch. 08



When he reached her, he stood to take her in for a moment. He reached out to hug her closely "hello, there beautiful," he said as he kissed her cheek lightly. He kept his arms around her as he pulled back slightly to look at that gorgeous cinnamon brown smiling face. She really was a beautiful woman Kurt thought and she'd told him about her relationship ending with Paul but not all the details. He intended on getting those while he was here. What a damn fool that guy was, to let this beautiful, smart, successful and incredibly sexy woman get away from him. Well, what he'd so easily thrown away Kurt was more than willing to pick up and make his own. They'd been friends for awhile now, maybe now was his opportunity to take that friendship to the next level. He'd always liked Violet, she was smart and dynamic women, he'd always had a thing for beautiful black women and she definitely fit in that category. He wondered what she thought about him. 

As Violet pulled out of the hug, she was little shaken by some of the feelings it stirred. She knew she was still healing from her time with Paul but for a moment in Kurt's strong arms she relaxed and something reawakened slightly in her lady bits, she was having a tough time pulling from Paul emotionally but physically he was like a drug addict's withdrawal. Her battery operated boyfriend was not working to soothe her libido. She wondered was it a smart idea to keep the temptation, which was Kurt Brandt, close to her by inviting him to her home. But it was too late now. She'd have to put that vibrator into overdrive, time to stock up on batteries. 

"It's so great to see Kurt, it's been so long. You look fabulous." 

"I feel wonderful. After the wonderful work you did on the merger and everything in the transition is going so smoothly. Darling, you've made my life easy." 

Violet smiled up as him, she did have to admire that handsome face. "Do you have some luggage?" Violet asked. She'd seen he'd only come out with a carryon and a laptop briefcase. 

"No I'm traveling light libeling, so let's roll", he put a bright smile on his face as they walked toward the parking garage. 

On the way back to Violet's townhome, they talked of things, nothing too serious. Kurt didn't pry he wanted to ask what had happened between she and Paul but he'd wait for the right time. 

"So are you seeing anyone Kurt? I can't imagine you being single for any amount of time." 

"Nothing serious, I can't find the woman of my dreams. I think if I could make her, she'd be just like you Violet."

Violet blushed a little, good thing she had a darker complexion or he'd be able to tell. But this was Kurt, he was always teasing and flirting with her, there was nothing to it. But she did notice that after his compliment she'd gotten a little moist, boy she was horny maybe this was a bad idea. 

Later that evening they were sitting in her living room laughing and drinking wine, she had couple of bottles of chardonnay she'd gotten on a trip to Napa Valley she was enjoying drinking them with a good friend. 

"Oh it's so good to see Kurt, I haven't been this light hearted in a long time," her face turned somber for a moment but she let it pass and smiled although stiffly again at Kurt. 

"I'm so happy to spend time with you. I'm so glad we've become such good friends," Kurt put out his hand to touch her knee. Violet was aware of his touch but she noticed it held none of the spark that happened between her and Paul. "So how is your practice?"

"Oh it's going grand. I'm so shocked at how busy I am. I thought I'd have to drum up business but I was just thrilled that many of my clients at Brookes and Smithmeyer were ready to give me some work. It's not as big as what I did for them there but it's still significant and they recommended me to other associates."

"Wow, that's awesome Violet, I knew you'd do well when talked to me before about going solo. I knew you could do it. I'm sad I won't be working with you at the firm anymore but I'm happy for your success."

"Who will you be working with at the firm?" It was out before Violet could call it back, she thought she didn't want to know but in heart she was dying to hear whether Paul had returned. 

Kurt looked down for a moment, not really wanting to answer he didn't know all the details of their parting but from what he guessed it hadn't gone very well. 

"Paul." He said flatly. 

Violet looked away for a moment and took her wine glass she downed what was left and got up to open another bottle. She would need it she thought. As she fiddled with the bottle and wine opener she looked over at Kurt, he was staring at her with sympathy in his eyes. 

"Kurt, don't feel bad. You don't have to, I'm a big girl. I just wasn't sure whether he'd come back to the firm yet." Violet could barely bring herself to say his name. Pain was still there that she thought had gone away. 

"Libeling, I can't do anything about this. He's the best international lawyer in that firm, our company needs to the best. Actually Harmon Brookes begged him to come back from what I'd heard he's been in Australia."

"Yes I know and yes you're right he's a whiz with international law you'll never find anyone better in Seattle or possibly the world. Have you spoken with him?" she asked as she brought her glass and the newly open bottle back to coffee table and sat on the couch. 

"Yes I have, he's been very cordial. I knew he wasn't fond of me in Bern but he's professional."

"Has he asked about me?"

Kurt sighed he wasn't sure he wanted to be in the middle of this now that she'd asked, "no he hasn't asked me anything," he immediately took his hands and put them on her knees "but he's being professional Violet."

Violet could feel wetness pooling in her eyes but she wasn't going to cry it has been almost 8 months since there break up and she was finally feeling like her old self again. But she couldn't help it, she blinked and tears rolled down they weren't sobs just silent tears thinking of the loss and failure of something that had started so good. 

"Oh Violet I'm sorry," Kurt reached out and drew her into in arms to comfort her, "I'm sorry libeling I didn't want to make you cry."

She looked up at him "it wasn't your fault Kurt, I shouldn't have asked. I've been doing so well. I've kind of put it all to the back of my mind."

"Violet, he was a fool, a damn fool. I would have never let someone as beautiful and extraordinary as you get away from me."

She smiled as tears fell, it made her feel good to know that but she hadn't broken up with Kurt she'd broken up with Paul and it was still painful. Kurt held her as he stroked her hair and tried to silence her crying. He took his hand and gently brushed away her tears. Violet looked up at him when he did this, it was such an intimate moment and she just wanted the pain to go away. She wrapped one arm around his neck and gathered him in for a kiss, Kurt went willingly he'd longed to kiss those succulent lips and he was feeling very protective of Violet at this moment. Their lips met quite suddenly but the kiss was passionate and deep, Kurt pulled into his lap and the kiss got deeper and more desperate as if they were searching for something that would bind them. Violet just let herself go, she hadn't kissed someone since Paul and had to admit that Kurt was not a bad kisser, his kisses didn't hold all the feral hunger of Paul's but they were pretty dang good. Kurt took his hand started to caress her back he moved slowly up and down to her shirt bottom then under her shirt to touch her skin. He wanted to make love to her right then and there on the couch but he needed to ask her, he didn't want this to be a mistake that she'd regret later especially after all the drama with Paul. 

He pulled back suddenly leaving a bereft Violet, her eyes opened suddenly. She was flush with hotness from the kiss and Kurt was breathing a little heavy. 

"Violet, I have to know before we go any further. Do you want this?"

Violet looked at him for a second then decided, she wanted to take this chance, "yes, Kurt this is what I want, this is what I want badly." She rose from the couch as she took his hand to lead him to her bedroom. 

Hey everybody it's Liljean, if you stuck in for this story. I admire your fortitude, sorry I been away. Hey falling in love, getting married and now trying to have a baby is a lot for a girl. But I'm back and there will be an ending to this story.