I felt myself blushing a bright pink. I felt very nervous and yet excited at the same time. Unfortunately I would have to turn him down. I did not want to do anything to jeopardize my new job.
Through out the rest of the night I had to figure out how I would discreetly tell Reginald that I could not join him. Every time I looked in his direction I could see him giving me a sly smile. His gaze would roll over my body from my feet up to my brown eyes. It made me feel like I was naked.
At the end of the night I walked over to him. He stood up and he towered over me at 6 feet tall. I was 5’3 and petite. He leaned in close, as if he knew I was going to say something to him.
I whispered, “Sir, thank you for your invitation. I cannot go however. I don’t want to get in trouble. I am sorry.”
“I wish you would change your mind,” his voice was deep and sultry.
I felt my knees get weak. I wanted to give in and say yes. I remembered myself.
“I’m sorry I can’t.”
“Call me if you change your mind,” he said in his thick southern drawl as he handed me a card.
I quickly stuffed it into my pocket.
I left the club that day full of regret. As I walked to my car in my uniform it was balmy and humid. That was part of living in the south. I was not used to it yet.
As I drove back to my apartment, I drove down a street on my way home where the gorgeous homes of the post-Civil War days were built. They were grand Victorian Mansions. Spanish moss hung from the trees like a thick green decoration. It always made me feel relaxed to drive through here. I thought about how I always wanted my southern fantasy. My Gone With The Wind version of Rhett Butler, and now it was happening and I rejected it. I felt really silly about it. The universe was delivering exactly what I wanted and I turned my face at it. As I drove and began to picture myself with Reginald I became very hot and aroused. I wanted his strong hands on me. I wanted to be his southern bell, and I wanted him to take me in a passionate embrace. When I got home, I called him.
CHAPTER TWO
Savannah Steam
I got in the car and drove to the very same street that I drove down the previous day where all the lush Spanish moss hung from the trees and the Victorian Southern Mansions lined the streets. Only this time I was not going on a leisurely drive, I was going to Reginald’s mansion. I wore a scarlet red dress, red lipstick, and high heels. I pulled up and a butler came out to greet me. The house was a stark white plantation style house with two full wrap around porches and fluted columns surrounded by giant oak trees. It was absolutely beautiful. I walked into the house and nervously looked around. Then I saw him. He was standing at the bar with a brandy in his hand. He looked at me and smiled. I had forgot how attractive he was. His green eyes were stunning even from this distance. I walked over to him slowly. His dark locks of hair went well his dark suit. When I was standing next to him he looked down at me from his tall height and said, “I’m so glad you came. You look stunning,” he said.
We sat down to a delicious meal of hot French soup with hot bread and wine. Then we had filet mignon that was so tender it fell away with the touch of the fork. The side dish was with roasted vegetables with nuts and cranberries. It was sweet and delicious. It was quite refined and elegant and I felt like a princess as I ate the decadent food in such a rich beautiful environment.
Reginald looked at me with his soulful green eyes. There was kindness in them. I felt like I could trust him even though I hardly knew him.
I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to take command. I wanted him to devour me.
He stood up from the table, “Want to see the upstairs?”
I nodded my head, yes, in response to his question. The back of his hand went down my face softly. I looked up at him with lust in my eyes. He just grinned at me; he knew what he was doing.
I was feeling completely in lust with this man. He was everything I wanted to experience in a gentleman. He was confident, demanding, and I suspected he knew how to please a woman in ways I could only imagine. I had spent the last few years so focused on getting my life together that I didn’t have time to date. Or really, I was just bad at dating. I always saw the man’s faults right away, so I never even made it to date number two. It was a serious problem. But now so much time had passed since I just had a raw sexual encounter that I as starting to feel like less of a woman. There’s nothing that could make a woman feel like less of a woman, than not being touched or made love too. This brought out all my insecurities. Now I needed to rebuild my confidence, and I needed a man, a real man, to ravage me. He looked like a man that could fulfill that desire.
“Okay, I’ll come up,” I finally said. Tonight I would surrender myself to pleasure.
He turned his back to me and starting walking to his room. I stood motionless, and then he turned over his shoulder and said, “This way peach.”
I took my first steps forward as I followed him down the hall. I was doing this and nothing could stop me. He unlocked the door and pushed the door open and said, “After you.”
He opened the door and it was a beautiful master suite. It was large and decorated in the best high-end furniture and accessories. It was gorgeous. It was massive with high ceilings and lush furnishings, fit for a king. The wallpaper was a soft green fabric that matched the heavy drapes. The sitting area had a plush sofa and chairs along with a fireplace. Through another door I could see the bedroom. A large canopy bed was right in the middle of it.
“So, what do you think of the view?” Reginald asked.
I walked over to the massive windows. He was right. It was a beautiful view. You could see all of Savannah with twinkling lights on the buildings. In the distance far away you could see the ominous clouds of a storm rolling in.
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
“Yes. It is,” Reginald said.
“I think it might rain,” I said.
“Yes, a storm is coming,” he said. “I should light the fireplace then.”
He went over to the fireplace and turned on the switch. The room became instantly a glow with the firelight. It was very romantic. He looked at me from across the room and slowly made his way toward me. I smiled and turned back toward the window and stared out at the view.
I could feel him move behind me. He was inches away from me and his scent drifted past me. He moved closer and closer behind me then whispered in my ear, “Claire, you are beautiful, just like the view.”
His breath was hot on my neck. I sighed in anticipation of him touching me. He pushed my hair aside and softly kissed my neck. I felt a tingly sensation go up my entire body.
I felt a tingle of nerves down my spine as I continued to stare out of the window. It looked like there was a storm coming our way. In the night I could see flashes of lightning far off in the distance. It looked like it was headed our way.
CHAPTER THREE
Pillow Talk
Right in front of me was a window seat. It was plush with white pillows and soft lace drapes on either side. Reginald continued to softly kiss my neck and I melted against his chest.
He gently held my arm and encouraged me to bend forward and place both my hands onto the window seat in front of me. My legs trembled under me as he started to adjust my position with a firm hand on the small of my back. I became aware of my hard nipples under my dress as they gently rubbed against the fabric. It felt good and it made me feel sexy. He traced kisses down my back as I bent over the seat. I liked that he was taking command and telling me what to do. It felt good to have someone like Reginald who took charge. This was probably because he was an older man who took charge and knew who he was and what he wanted. I admired that in a man and I admired that in him. His hands caressed my waist and pulled on my hips. He pulled my backside against him. He rubbed himself on me and I could feel his hardness through my dress. The bulge felt big through his pants. I gasped as he moved and I could hear his moans. His hands slipped from my waist down my hips. He pulled his body away from
mine and knelt down behind me. His hands slid down my hips and down my thighs.
“Spread your legs open,” he whispered to me.
I did as he asked. I pushed my feet apart and spread my legs open a little. I heard him moan as I did this. His hands continued to caress my thighs and down my legs to my knees and then to my ankles. Reginald put one hand on my high heel and pulled it off of me. Then he did the same with the other shoe. His hands roamed back up my leg to the inside of my thighs. I sighed as his hands softly touched me. Then they went higher until his hand was on my already hot center. He rubbed over my panties along my slit and I gasped at the feeling. It felt so good and I thought I would fall from my knees being weak. His fingers delicately pushed my panties to one side and then explored my wet cleft. I moaned loudly as his fingers pushed inside me and touched me. I wanted him now more than ever. This was beyond anything I had ever felt with any man. When he was done exploring me with his fingers he grabbed the sides of my panties and pulled them off me and down my legs. Then he stood up.
“Turn around,” he said.
I stood up and turned toward him. His arms embraced me as he pulled me toward him. His lips brushed softly across mine, then he kissed me. His kiss was passionate and deep. His tongue entered my mouth and explored it. I moaned inside his mouth. I threw my hands around his neck and let my hands roam through his thick hair.
“Come,” he said.
He grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. The large canopy bed was romantic and plush. He unzipped my dress and slipped it off me. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Now, I stood completely naked before him. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but I also felt delicate and feminine.
“You’re a stunning woman Claire,” he said in his thick southern drawl.
His compliment made feel good about myself and vanished any insecurity I might have been feeling. Reginald made it a point to lead me around in the bedroom and I liked that. He put both hands on my shoulders and guided me to the edge of the bed.
“Sit,” he said.
I sat on the edge of the bed. He positioned himself directly in front of me.
“Take it off,” he said looking down at his belt.
I smiled and said, “As you wish.”
I unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled it from his pants. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I grabbed both his pants and his boxers and pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of his shoes and out of his pants. Next I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off him. Now he stood naked in front of me. His body was tight and toned. His chest was strong, smooth, and hairless. He was beautiful and looked like a man, a real man. Strong shoulders led down to his strong arms and I felt safe and secure with him, as though he could rescue me from anyone. Now he moved closer and I laid back on the bed. He climbed on top of me. He kissed me deeply and I almost lost my breath under the excitement. His lips traveled down my chin and to my neck and kept going further down over my chest. He took my erect nipple in his mouth and sucked on it lightly. I arched my back in response to it. He was slow and tender with it and I ached with every move his tongue made on me. His hand massaged my other breast and then trailed down my belly over my hips and to my center. Once again his fingers moved over me and his thumb pressed on my clitoris. I moaned in excitement. I wanted to please him too. My hand moved down his strong chest and six pack abs to his manhood. I grabbed onto it and he groaned at my touch like an animal. I moved my hand up and down on it. He looked at me and smiled.
“Do you like that? Does it feel good?” I asked Reginald.
“Yes,” he groaned. “I can barely take it anymore.”
He positioned his body between my legs and grabbed his hard shaft in his hand. He placed the tip of it inside me and then asked, “Ready?”
“Yes, I want you inside me,” I said.
He pushed himself inside me and moved his body on top of mine. His hard shaft moved slowly within me. It filled me completely. It went deep inside me and I moaned out in ecstasy. Having him inside me felt so good. His body on top of me was warm as heat radiated off of him like a heater. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer to me. Reginald moved himself in and out of me slowly. I tilted my head back and sighed and let myself enjoy this man.
Then he started to move faster and faster. His body pounded against mine. Then he stopped and pulled out of me. I was confused wondering why he stopped. He looked at me and then said, “Pile the pillows in the middle of the bed.”
I looked at him and he smiled at me and nodded. I did as he said and piled the pillows on the center of the bed. When I was done he said, “Now lay over them on your stomach. Bend over them.”
I did as he said and positioned myself. I laid my stomach flat against the pillows and curved my body with them. I was now bent over them.
“Spread your thighs open,” he said.
I opened my legs. Reginald positioned himself on top of me and entered me from behind. In this position he went deep inside me. It felt so good and I felt my body on the brink of climax. “Oh, yes. Reginald that feels so good, please don’t stop,” I whispered.
He moaned at hearing my words and began to move faster and faster. His manhood moved in and out of me fast and I was so wet I was slick as he moved.
“I’m close darling,” Reginald said.
“I am too,” I said.
He reached his hand around and put it between the pillows and me. His finger found my clit and massaged it. That was it. That was all I needed to push me over the edge. With the next few thrusts I felt my body tensing up. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I yelled.
My whole body convulsed as I felt myself release onto him. The pulsating vibrations went from my center out to my entire body. I felt complete relief and my body felt heavy as I let it collapse into the pile of pillows. Reginald continued to move in and out of me until finally he tensed and then release himself inside of me. He moaned loudly as I felt the warmth of him flowing inside of me. Reginald collapsed on top of me panting and moaning. It felt so good to have his body on mine. I relished the feel of my orgasm and allowed myself to smile and enjoy it. I deserved this. I had such a hard life up until now and I needed this. I needed to feel good with a man I was very attracted too.
Outside I could hear the rain as it started to hit the windows. The storm that I had seen earlier in the distance had now arrived. The wind and water pounded against the glass. It only made me feel cozier on the bed with Reginald.
He rolled off of me and we pushed the pile of pillows off the bed. He gathered the sheets and pulled them on top of us. He wrapped his body around mine spooning me and keeping me warm with his heat.
“Thank you,” I said.
“No, thank you,” he replied.
Reginald is the oldest man I had ever been with, and maybe that had something to do with how safe I felt with him, even now in this storm.
CHAPTER FOUR
Decadent Breakfast
The soft light of the sunrise woke me up in the morning. Reginald was still wrapped around me and it felt good. However, I needed to get out of there before I wanted something more than just sex. I could be in danger of falling in love with this man if he showed me any more compassion so I needed to leave. He had showed no other interest in me other than sex and so I did not want to assume that he wanted more. I slowly got up from the bed gently so as not to wake him. I pulled on my dress and panties and started to quietly slip out the door.
“Do you want me to walk you out?” Reginald said.
I was startled by his voice. I thought he was still asleep. He got out of bed and walked into the sitting area where I stood. He was completely naked. His hard body was even more gorgeous in the daylight of the sunrise. I smiled as I looked over his nakedness.
“I’m not sure your neighbors would be okay with you walking out like that,” I said playfully.
He laughed and walked over to me and said, “Stay for breakfast. We can have breakfast in bed.”
I thought about it. I kne
w I should leave but the way he looked at me I couldn’t say no.
“Okay but just for breakfast,” I said.
He walked over to the phone and picked it up to order. I stared out the window. I gasped when I remembered I was in his mansion playing out my southern belle fantasy. Everything he had done to me came flooding back. The demanding sexual commands, they way he touched me, and the way he moved inside me. I closed my eyes in embarrassment. What had I done? I looked over at the man on the phone. The panic I was feeling seconds before left me the more I looked at him.
“I hope you are hungry because I just ordered a lot of food,” he said.
I was completely confused by this man. It was as if he was a different person by the hour. It was out of my comfort zone to be intimate with a stranger, but I was enjoying the mystery of him.
“Yes, I am hungry thank you,” I said as I began to rub his shoulders. I wanted to touch him. He moaned under my touch.
After a few seconds he said, “You are good with your hands.”
“Thank you, you are good with…everything.”
We both laughed. It was nice to set a lighter mood to the situation after being commanded by him and his sexual aggression.
“Those hands of yours, they are like magic,” he said.
“Thank you.”
He rolled over and kissed me on the mouth. I was immediately aroused. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. It felt good. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. He gently laid me down and took slid my panties off my legs and pulled my dress off my body.
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