The Sibling Diaries Ch. 04

I pulled the collar of my coat up around my face. If I felt any colder, my voice would tremble, but I had to admit, she was right. I was scared. "What's the good news?"

Constance smiled. "The good news is, you've got nothing to be scared of, silly. Whether you know it or not, you are one of the most beautiful women in this building, maybe in this city. And with the way you've dressed today, no one will be missing that, including Mr. Beefcake."

I did feel a little warmer. "Oh, you're just saying that."

"Hey, I'm only going so far with the compliments. You have nothing to fear today. It's just lunch, for Godsakes. Relax and if you can't relax around those people, then have a stiff drink -- heck, have two. It's Friday afterall. But remember, they're going to be looking at you. Wanting to know who you are. What makes you tick. Tommy might play it cool, but he can't help but be attracted to the prettiest girl he's ever gone out with."

I smiled and sat up, looking at Constance. I was being silly. There was nothing to be scared of, but maybe acting like a fool at lunch… Nope! Thoughts be gone. No negativity today. Out! Get out! "You're right. It's just lunch."

"That a girl."

I stood up and straightened my coat, tying it. "I'll just play it cool. Let everyone else take the lead." I took a deep breath.

"Perfect. Let them come to you."

I looked in the mirror at my desk and grabbed my purse, then turned to Constance. "I look okay?"

She looked me up and down, then nodded approvingly. "They won't know what hit them."

I smiled, then chuckled and took her hand. "Okay. Thanks, Connie, you're the best." We gave each other air kisses and I headed for the elevator.

On the ride down, I applied a fresh roll of lipstick and checked my hair. The doors popped open, revealing the busy lobby at lunchtime. I walked out. Men in business suits made their way in bunches to and from the swinging front doors. Just outside them, stood Tommy Jenner with a group of friends.

I took a deep breath and pushed my way through the doors. Tommy had his back to me and was saying something, so I waited. A redheaded man across from Tommy was looking at my feet. I looked down; thinking I'd possibly stepped in something. When I looked back up, his eyes were sweeping up my body, checking me out. I quickly looked away as though seeing something, then looked at Tommy. He finished what he was saying.

"Hello, am I late?" I smiled and stood close to Tommy's shoulder.

He turned and looked at me questioningly, then his smile left and he glanced at me quickly. "Gr-Gretta. Uhhhh…Wow."

The redheaded guy spoke first. "Who's your friend, Tommy?"

Tommy straightened and pulled me into the circle of friends. "Everyone, this is Gretta. Gretta Mitchellson. She just joined the firm last week."

I smiled and waved, looking at the bunch, looking me over. The redhead guy leaned in with his hand out. "Hi, Gretta. Sal Kennings, really nice to meet you." I took his hand and shook it.

Tommy leaned in. "You have to watch out for Sal, Gretta. He's a real ladies' man."

Sal chuckled and straightened his tie. "Oh, like you're the one to talk, Mr. Fourth Floor."

"Hey, just because I was promoted before you, Sal."

"Oh, eat it, you guys. You two can snack on egos, I'm hungry for lunch. Who's with me?" A tall woman, dressed impeccably in heels and a long wool overcoat pushed Sal and Tommy aside.

The group quickly followed the woman. Tommy tugged me along.

I whispered to him. "Who's the woman?"

"You don't know? That's Teri. Teri Eddings, the granddaughter. She gets this place when her father kicks."

My eyebrows shot up at this revelation, not only for the impressive bank account that this revealed, but for the respect that dripped from Tommy's every word as he spoke about her.

Down the street and through traffic, we were off to lunch.

Lunch was at Duarte's, a fabulous new restaurant already becoming well known for its clientele as well as its wonderful chef. Everyone at the table ordered drinks when the waiter came by. I tried to play it cool, ordering at champagne and casis. Tommy got a gin-and-tonic, where Sal and Teri went straight for the Stoli martinis.

I sat between Teri and Tommy, half-listening to them banter back and forth while admiring the pale wood panelling and veiws of the financial district out the big windows at the front of the building. At one point, Tommy excused himself and I sipped my champagne, waiting for my seafood salad to arrive.

"Your first time here?"

I turned my head and Teri was looking at me. She had those big Audrey Hepburn eyes and a big mouth to go with them. She wore her makeup thick and dark, almost Goth-like.

"Yeah, I've never been anywhere yet."

She smiled. "You'll have to let me show you around sometime. Do you like to shop?"

I sighed. "One of my passions."

She took a drink of her martini. I couldn't call it a sip because she tilted her head back and filled her mouth before swallowing. Her eyes opened, already moistening at the corners.

"Great. Mine, too. One of many." She moved her hand off of her thigh and brushed my knee with her palm. I watched it. When I looked up, her eyes moved from my breasts to her martini glass.

"Hey, did I miss anything?" Tommy slid into our booth. Teri's hand left my knee.

I decided to be bold. I took Teri's hand beneath my own and placed it back on my knee, holding it there. "Not too much. Teri just invited me out for shopping this weekend."

"Real-ly? That sounds like fun. Any men's stores on the itinerary?"

Teri blew out a thin stream of air as though releasing pressure. "Nope, just girl stuff, Tommy. You should come along next time, though. My father's tailor would love to get his hands on you."

Tommy smiled thirty-two perfect teeth, then looked at me. "Oh, I bet he would. Probably give me a glove-like fit, though."

Teri laughed. "And if you play your cards right, a handsome discount."

Tommy looked down at his drink and spun it in his hand. "I'm not ready to play those cards just yet, Teri. But keep asking." He lifted the gin and drank it down.

I looked at Teri, who just kept smiling and winked at me.

The waiter arrived with our food. I was ravenous and everything smelled amazingly good. Teri got a call halfway through her Penne Arrabiata and had to leave suddenly.

She put on her coat, and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Don't forget. This weekend." Then, she hurried out the front doors, back to work.

I finished my champagne and wondered whether to order another. I decided to play it safe as my head was already giddy and spinning just from meeting everyone.

Sal was in a restless banter with the other two of our party across the table. Tommy leaned down to me. "Sorry, I didn't say anything earlier, but you look so attractive in that outfit."

I whispered back. "Why, thank you, Mr. Jenner."

He chuckled. "When I first saw you in it… Oh, boy."

Now, it was my turn to smile. "What? Did you want to borrow it?"

He looked right through me. "Not exactly." He leaned forward on his elbows and whispered. "I was thinking more of ripping it off of you."

The corners of my lips curled upwards along with my eyebrows. If he had wanted to take me on the table, I'm positive that I wouldn't have objected.

His dimples popped out. "Or…something like that."

Excited, I squeezed my knees together. "Oh really? Wouldn't that be a little odd for the workplace?"

He smiled with his eyebrows high and looked around animatedly. "Not… From what I've heard."

I took my last bite of salad. "Oh, come now, you make Eddings sound like some kind of palace of debauchery."

Tommy got a very serious look. "Not a palace. More like, the executive office building of debauchery."

I snorted, trying not to choke on a tomato.

"I like the way you laugh."

"What, like a drowning flounder?" I finally swallowed, totally embarrassed.

"I know a place that makes a great flounder. It has this amazing view of the Bay Bridge."

He's asking me to dinner. After I finished breathing again, I smiled and folded my napkin, trying to rein in my brain. "Tonight?"

"Yes. Around eight-thirty?"

I looked down, trying not to smile too big. "Okay. Sounds like fun."

* * *

I spent the rest of the afternoon at work in a daze, seeing his toothy grin and dimples float in fronting in front of me. Constance was thankfully back in her closed meeting; otherwise, I would have never heard the end of it.

Back at my apartment, David was out and I had the whole place to myself, which was great. I spent so much time running back and forth to the bathroom that if he had been there, it would've been a problem. I wanted to look like I was ready to get laid, but not over the top -- not desperate. A professional woman who wants it. Yeah, that was it.

I started with a silk brocade black dress, but decided it looked a little too brides-maid-y, if you know what I mean. Like I wouldn't be the one getting any.

It took me a while, but I finally decided on a layered approach to getting undressed later. Black garter and stockings with this perfect pair of panties from La Perla -- high French cut with nylon see-though butt. I posed in my mirror and held my hair up. I swear I looked just like a lingerie model. Okay, but without the boobs. As usual, the top was easy, a black nylon fitted camisole.

Right. I looked stunning with my clothes off, but what to wear over it? This took forever. I must have changed skirts and blouse combinations forty times. But after debating with myself for a while, I went with a chiffon top and the shortest black leather skirt I had. With its built-in belt, it wasn't much more than a fringe on the belt, it was so short. Matching leather boots were the final element. All black, but for the lipstick -- red and shiny. After I put it on, it made my lips look like wet paint.

Now, for the contrast. Pearls. Good girls wear pearls. I got out my best pair of earrings and put them in. Added my pearl tennis bracelet and I was complete.

In my bedroom, clothes littered the bed and back of the chair, but I looked great. I turned sideways and all the way around, admiring the effect in the mirror at the foot of my bed. I bent over and looked behind me. I could just see the top bands of my hose and the garter, but… Hmmm… I had an idea.

I raised my skirt and pulled my panties off over the boots, throwing them on the bed. Then, I straightened, put my hands on my hips and looked in the mirror again. Nothing. You couldn't notice. I turned around and bent over. Nothing. I'd have to fall down for him to know, but it sure made me feel sexy. That little bit of cool air at just the right…

A key turned in the front door. "Hey! Gretta, you home? How'd it go with…?

I walked out the door and posed at the top of the stair. David turned from shutting the door and started taking off his jacket, but froze midway. His mouth dropped open and his eyes were riveted to my legs. He slowly looked up to my face and snapped out of it.

"Ho-ly shit!"

"Is that all you can say?"

David stood up straight, still staring and swallowed once. "Gretta. You… You look… Incredible." He exhaled, looking me up and down again.

I smiled and spun around for him. "Do you really think so? I want to look just right."

As I turned around, David's hurriedly stuffed his hands into his front pockets.

"You look amazing, beautiful. You'd turn heads anywhere. I… Just right for what?" David looked me right in the eyes, suddenly very concerned.

Grinning, I walked past him to the closet to get my coat. "I have a date tonight." I said in my best sing-song voice.

David followed my every move. "A date? Already? With this… This guy from work? What's-his-name?"

I pulled my overcoat out and got my gloves from the hall bureau. "His name is Tommy, and yes, we're going to dinner."

"That outfit looks a lot more like dessert to me."

I got my purse and keys from the kitchen counter and pinched David's cheek. "If I'm lucky!" I turned my back and opened the door. "Don't wait up."

As I closed it, I saw David standing there, his mouth open, his eyes bugging out of his head and a what-the-fuck-just-happened look on his face.

I couldn't have been more pleased.

* * *

Tommy picked me up right on time. He drove us to this wonderful little hotel right off the Embarcadero next to the Bay Bridge. It was one of those crisp, cool evenings with no fog in the air, where you can see all the lights of Berkeley and Oakland sprinkled on the water. Tommy was being a perfect gentleman and I felt great perched on his arm as we came in to be seated.

Our table was at the back of the restaurant just off the hotel lobby with a great view of the bay and the bridge. Little round tables covered with white, floor-length cloths, silver settings and lighted candles. It was the essence of romance. The waiter approached a short Italian man with a big mustache. "May I take your coat, Madam?"

I smiled, handing him my gloves. "Yes, thank you." I untied the belt and pulled my lapels apart, watching Tommy. When my legs came into view, I swear he almost fell over the table. Glasses banged together and the salt and pepper toppled. I had to stifle a laugh.

I handed my coat to the waiter, then tried to look concerned. "You okay?"

Tommy finished taking off his overcoat. "Me? Oh. Yeah, yeah, fine. I just… Just caught my hand on the… The chair. Silly, really."

"Oh, silly." I smiled. The waiter pulled my chair out and I carefully sat down. I didn't want to let the cat out of the bag just yet.

Tommy's eyes were eating me up. "I love the way you're dressed."

"Just something I threw together. I probably should have dressed warmer, though. It's kind of chilly out tonight." I pulled my shoulders back. My nipples were aching.

Tommy eyes jumped back up to my face and smiled that smile from lunch -- toothy, dimples. "If you want, I could sit closer."

"Sure, that would be nice."

He scooted his chair around the corner of the table, so that his leg touched mine. "There we are, all cozy."

I picked up the menu. "Here, we can share. So, what's good? " I pushed the open menu towards Tommy. He took it and started talking about pasta-this and insaladé-that, saying something about a Napa Valley chardonnay, but all I could do was melt, breathing in his floral cologne and watching him. I crossed my legs under the table, and a shiver run through me as I felt my labia slip over one another. My God, I was wet.

"You cold?"

"Hardly. No. No, I'm okay, just excited."

"Excited?"

"Yes."

"Me, too."

I grinned broadly. "Really?"

"Absolutely, I've been hard every since you took off that coat."

I purred and lowered my eyelids. "You ha-ave…" I slipped my hand under the long tablecloth to the front of his trousers, pushing down with my fingers. Either he'd stuffed an overheated salami down there, or this was going to be an eventful evening.

Tommy jumped. "Whoa."

"Mmm… You weren't kidding." I rubbed my palm slowly up the front of his wool slacks. "Nice material. Who does your tailoring?"

"If you're offering, the job's all yours."

"All mine?" I pulled his zipper down as quietly as I could and pushed my fingers into his pants.

Tommy looked around the restaurant at the nearby tables filled with chatting guests. "I'm… Not sure this is such a good…Oop!"

I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock and squeezed. "Oh, you're right. It's not good, it's great."

He moaned and pushed his hips forward. After a little jostling, I pulled him out through the fly, and began softly stroking him. "My, my, what a big boy."

"Getting cozy, I see?"

Tommy jumped again, frowning. Our Italian waiter was back.

I had to hand it to him; Tommy was doing pretty well, trying to act normal. "Oh, uh… Hi." He grabbed the menu and looked to me. "Mind if I order for both of us?"

"Go right ahead. I'm really hungry." I licked my lips.

Tommy swallowed hard and looked back at the menu. "We'll both have the flounder and the Stag's Leap Chardonnay, 1989."

"Excellent choices, señor. Will you be ordering dessert or coffee later?"

His cock throbbed in my hand. I slowly ran my palm over the crown.

Tommy started to speak a couple of times, doing a serious imitation of a landed fish. "I seriously doubt it."

The waiter bowed and left.

I stroked Tommy's cock deliriously slowly. His flesh was burning hot and I must have been soaking the chair I was in by now. "The view of the bridge is quite lovely, don't you think?"

Tommy quickly glanced out the window and back to me again, breathing hard. "You know, if you keep this up… I'll… I'll be…"

"You'll be… Spraying the table? Getting my hand all sticky? Sending your suit to the dry cleaners?"

Tommy tensed up and closed his eyes. "All the above."

I moved my hand down to the base of his penis and squeezed. Instantly, his eyes flew open.

"Oh, no. Not yet. I've got big plans for that later."

Tommy took a breath. "Big… Big plans?"

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, whispering very slowly, "Big, -- tight -- hot -- wet -- plans." I took his hand from gripping his chair and moved it under the table. He moaned.

As his hand slid over my legs, I uncrossed them and spread my knees apart. "Here's a little preview." I pushed his hand under my skirt to my very wet pussy, and closed my thighs around it.

As his fingertips tentatively brushed my labia, I sucked in air between my teeth.

The waiter chose that precise moment to bring the food.

With a flourish of laying the plates in front of us and a big 'Bon Appetito," he smiled and stood back, waiting for us to appreciate the chef's fine work.

Tommy looked at him with a glazed look. "Can we… Have it to go, please?"

* * *

Fifteen very hurried minutes later, we crashed through Tommy's apartment door, throwing clothes this way and that. I had my tongue in his mouth, pressing him against the apartment door the moment it shut.

I shrugged out of my overcoat, never leaving his mouth and grabbed his hips, pulling them to mine.

Panting and moaning, we were both on fire. I slid off his mouth and kissed down his neck while my hands in true blind man's bluff fashion unbuckled his belt.

Breathing like a sprinter, Tommy watched me sink lower onto his chest. "Wouldn't it be better…on… the bed… bedroom?"

I grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flew everywhere. His chest had this reddish-brown tuft to it. I love a hairy chest. "Nice chest." I bit down on one of his nipples as my hands sank into the front of his trousers.

Tommy breathed hard twice, then started unbuttoning my blouse. He got to the third button, and I pulled it off over my head. His palms settled on my breasts and I fell to my knees.

I looked up at him from the floor. "Now, I get to see it." I pulled his zipper down.

His thumbs found my nipples, and my mouth dropped open in an "O" as air rushed out of it.

My fishing hands unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off his hips, revealing silk boxers tented invitingly to my left. I grinned up at Tommy and grabbed him through the material. "I love silk, don't you?"

His voice rose an octave. "After tonight, it's all I'm wearing."

Tommy pulled on the straps holding up my cami, and I raised my arms for him to pull it off.

The satin slid past my head and I was topless. I looked up at Tommy, not knowing if he'd be put off by my lacking upper body, but his eyes spoke otherwise.

"Oh, my God. Your nipples. They're beautiful."

I didn't have to look. They'd been throbbing all evening. I knew they were hard and puffy. I put my hands underneath, leaned back on my knees and pushed up my little boobs. "You like? You buy?"

He reached for me. "Get up here. I've got to suck on those."

But I pushed him away. "Not yet, big boy. If there's any sucking to be done…"