A Strange Turn of Events Ch. 01

I said, "Let's go casual tonight Mandy. In fact why don't I meet you in the lobby say in an hour and we'll both do a little shopping? I have a few things I need to get too. Then we can come back to the hotel, drop off our packages and head to dinner. What would you like to eat?"

She didn't care.

So I told her I knew a cool little place about 3 blocks from the hotel that served Italian. I told her about it and she felt it would perfect. So at 5 PM I went to the lobby and she was there a few minutes later. She had on a nice tan pair of slacks this time. I guess the skirt was just too much of a pain for her all day. And, she had on a very nice open neck button down green blouse. The outfit while fairly conservative certainly did show off her beautiful body. I smile as she came near and I was think, "Hell a card board box would still make this lovely lady look sexy!"

We greeted each other and off we went. I was really enjoying this woman much more than I had enjoyed any female in a long time. Not that I'm a guy who has a different woman every week, like my son! But Mandy was very much fun to be with. She kidded and flirted and teased and carried on with me like she had known me for years! She hurried and picked up her daughter's two items saying, "You know Vern, a teenager needs these or she will absolutely die without it."

We both laughed as we walked around some of the other small shops for about an hour. I purchased a watch for my son and an outfit, with Mandy's help, for my daughter and one for the upcoming baby.

She was looking at the different scarves and when she wasn't near, I purchased one she said she liked without her knowing it. I figured I would make a couple of points at dinner when I gave it to her. I had the clerk wrap it as she went into another shop for women. With all of our goods in my hands we walked back to the hotel. I was being a gentleman again.

We went to our rooms and she told me she would be maybe 15 minutes and meet me in the bar for a drink. So I cleaned up quickly and then went to the bar in the lobby where we planned to meet. I ordered her a dry white wine and a V&T for me.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and turning I saw Mandy standing there smiling as usual. I offered her my seat since it was the only one left. She had changed again and now wore a short skirt again. Not the same one she had on in the plane, this one was dark green but more casual. Her top was the same type, open neck but this one was light green. She said, " I think you like me better in a skirt Vern." Then she smiled and told me, "Actually, I was using some power and some got on the slacks. When I tried to clean it off it left a wet mark and I had to change."

I told her she was a devil and I believed her first story about me liking her better in a skirt! After a few minutes I asked, "Well you look super! Ready to go?"

She said, "Yes, I'm starving!"

I smiled and said, "Maybe I should take my business purchasing card with me, because I'm very hungry too!"

She laughed this time at my bad joke! We caught a cab and headed uptown a few blocks. As we stopped in front of the Wholesale Seafood House it was 8 PM. As I helped her out of the cab she gave me another look at her lovely long legs and this time I saw some of her white upper and inner thighs! I was betting she had on thigh high nylons and most likely a garter belt and a matching thong. "Spectacular", I said to myself!

I was thinking how much I liked this woman. I mean sure, I would love to have her in my bed making love to me with that gorgeous body. I smiled a little as I imagined what it would be like in bed, as we licked and sucked and fucked each other crazy. What man won't? But also, I really liked her, as a friend too. "Funny" I said, "I haven't known you very long at all Mandy and yet I think of you already as a good friend. You are so easy to talk with and fun to be with. Come on I'm really hungry now. It must have been the V&T."

She said, "No it's the limes Vern and thank you V for saying that. It's very nice to have and be a friend."

The place I had picked out was an Italian restaurant that had small private type dinning rooms for two, three and four tables rather than a large opened room with a large number of tables. I gave the maitre a $20 and he gave us a quiet room with one table, which was sort of out of the way without really being so. Our waiter, Antonio was great! I asked Mandy if she would like me to order and she told me yes. I asked Antonio what was special tonight. He had three. Seafood consisting of a swordfish with a white spicy sauce over angle hair pasta or mash potatoes and a choice of vegetables. The sauce was a cream sauce that was supported by cloves and garlic. We passed. Number two was a Linguini or Fettuccine Alfredo with wild mushrooms, scallops and shrimp. The third was boneless chicken cacitoria. I didn't know if I should order white or red wine, so I asked Mandy which she preferred the best and she told me white. Then I saw the wine I very much enjoy at home on the list. So I ordered a bottle of white wine that came from a small winery in San Diego, California. I had always liked it and felt it would go great with our food. Then I decided on the Linguini for Mandy and the chicken for me. I told her, "I love their chicken here it's the best I have ever eaten. And you will give me a sample of your Alfredo won't you? "

She smiled and said, "Yes, we can share V. It's always nice to share isn't it?"

I reached for her hand as she reached for her water glass. She let me hold her hand for a moment. I said, "Thank you for joining me for dinner it will so much more enjoyable now that you are here. I think that's something I really hated when I called on customers the first time. I would sometimes be eating alone and always found it to be the pits."

She told me, "If you think it's bad for men it's even worst for women. I mean we are always being hit on when we are alone."

I guess I never realized it but she was correct. I said, "Yes, I agree and think you are 100% correct. In fact I have been known to do just that once or twice on my life. But no more that that!"

She smiled and said, "Well it's much better to eat with friends than business acquaintances too. This is much better than a big table of loud people drinking and talking loud and caring on. Don't you think so?"

I smiled and she removed her hand. I looked into her eyes and said, 'Yes! Dinner with you would be wonderful even if we were having hotdogs."

She said, "Hotdogs! When I can have Italian, no way!"

We both laughed as the bread salad and wine came, and she pulled her hand away and lowered it beneath the table. We had gone into our second bottle of wine when our food came. We shared our dinners and they were both great. She told me she very much liked my chicken and the Alfredo with the seafood was fantastic.

During dinner I told her about a few places in Massachusetts near Boston that I would very much recommend. One was a lobster house that looked bad but had the cheapest and best lobster anywhere. We talked about traveling which is my very favorite thing to do. I told her about some of my travel adventures in the Caribbean and South America over the years. I hammed it up with stories about the Navy, but only for fee minutes, no sense boring this lovely lady. Then I talked about cruising either on a large cruise ship or private sailboat. We agreed the sailboat was the better of the two.

She again told me about her job and daughter and life since her divorce. The conversation got around to her trip to Boston and her vacation. I was hoping that somehow she would invite me up to visit her in Boston for the weekend. But, I figured she didn't know me that well. Then out of the blue Mandy said, "You seem to know a great deal about the Boston area. I don't guess you would be will to pop up to Boston when you're finish here and show me around a little before heading back to Richmond? I'll buy you dinner!"

I smiled and said, "Well it can't be this weekend but how long are you staying?"

She told me she would be there for another week after that to look at places she may be staying on holiday later on. If she decided to rent a place she would rent it for a 6-month stay.

I knew I couldn't get away until that Saturday night and it would be late maybe 10 PM maybe later before I could get up there on the red eye. I told her my schedule and said, "Well if you really wanted me to help you look for a rental, I would be happy to do so and can be there late Saturday night. I could stay for two or three days. You know, a small vacation in Boston for a few days with you is far better than a week home alone preparing the house for when I headed south! If I head south this year! With my daughter having a child, I'm not sure what I'm doing. How about you e-mail me with where you're staying up there and I'll get a room close by. Then we can rent a car and go driving around and dine at some of those nasty seafood houses I know with all that melted butter on things. It will be fun!"

She clapped her hands and said, "That would be smashing! But I have to watch the butter!" I said, "Oh hell Mandy you look great to me! We'll have to do some butter it's just not proper to eat lobster and other seafood without it. Or, anything for that matter. Butter and onions are good with anything!"

She smiled and said, and garlic too if you don't want to be kissed."

I said, "Well I don't know about the men in England, but I'd be proud to kiss you even if you reeked of all three." And I bent in towards her. She didn't back away and our lips just touched for a few seconds for the first time. Then she moved away again quickly. Her lips were very soft and the kiss was quick and gentle. I tasted her for the first time and really liked it. It was special. I wanted more but she pulled back and looked at me and blushed a little in the candlelight. I said, "See! You taste great even without butter just think how good you would taste with it."

She smiled but didn't say anything.

We hadn't realized it but the time flew by and before either of us knew it we were the last couple except for some old men playing Botchy ball. They had a court in the restaurant corner. We stopped and watched as the old men played, checked Mandy out and spoke in Italian. I'm sure it was about her.

We decide to walk back to the hotel and get some exercise. But soon I realized that it wasn't to smart because it was late. Not that midnight is late for New York but late for two people to be walking down small and very low-lighted streets.

Then I saw a horse drawn carriage and haled it. We got in, again with her tight skirt on stepping up into the carriage was fun for me to watch. She has such a nice rear end. I almost touched it but figured I'd be pushing my luck. When we were in, we covered with the big blanket and I said, " How about Central Park West for few minutes driver then back to the Marriott on 85th street?"

He turned and we went around the outside of the park until we then started back to the Marriott. While we sat, your hand was against my leg and I reached down and took it in my hand. I squeezed it and you placed it on your leg. It wasn't against your body but it was certainly on your upper thigh. I bent in and kissed you again. You didn't protest. Our tongue exchanged and we touched each other's face and neck as I tried to pull you closer. You stopped me when our upper bodies were just starting to touch. As I felt your tongue in my mouth and your breast pressing against me, I could feel myself getting hard. I moved your hand to my leg but you pulled your hand up and out of the blanket. You broke the kiss and said, "WOW! We better stop. This is very nice. I'm very happy I came with you tonight Vern. Thank you again!"

She smiled at me again as I touched her face and said, "No! I'm the one who should be thankful. I had dinner with a wonderful beautiful woman! Are you going to be around tomorrow?"

She said, "Yes but again V, I don't know what time for sure. I'll call you and leave a message at your hotel. Maybe we can do this again. It will be my treat this time."

We got out of the carriage and I got a great view of about half of her full breasts and deep cleavage and a thigh as she stepped down. We went to the elevator. I got off at her floor and walked her to her door. She opened it and turned with her hand. She said, "Good night Vern I have a marvelous time. I'll call you either way tomorrow about tomorrow night. And thank you again for a very nice and special evening."

I said, "You're welcome."

She began to turn and I stopped her. I said, "Mandy, you know, there's an old Navy custom and that is I have to kiss you good night at your door. You wouldn't want to break an old Navy custom would you?"

She smiled and said, "Your full of it!" But she came to me and kissed me very tenderly and pressed her entire body into me this time. I felt the rise of my blood pressure and my cock again! God she did work me up quickly. She held the kiss a longer time this time. I knew she could feel the pointing of my cock against her thigh. As she broke she said, "Now the tradition is carried on. You better go I have a very early morning meeting and a long day tomorrow. I'll call as soon as I can V the evening was wonderful. Good night."

She gave me another quick peck on the cheek and my hand brushed her hip and ass as she pulled away and closed the door. Leaving me hard and aching for more. I guessed that's what women want you to feel. I headed down to the bar thinking of her. And wondered if she would call me tomorrow and if she would go out with me again. I also wondered what she really felt about me and if it was anything like I did for her. I smiled as I remembered the line about the butter that I used. I wondered if she got what I was saying? You know reading between the lines so to speak. I'm sure she did she was very bright as she was nice looking. I really liked this woman! Time would tell. I decided I didn't need another drink after all so I headed up to my room. When I got there I had a phone message from Mandy.

From the woman's viewpoint: Lots of guys try but very few succeed. Many or most men feel they can build a rapport with a single woman they've just met purely by their charm and personality. They seem to believe that just because the woman's by herself that for some magical reason she'll fall under his spell. Flirting and ogling a woman's body in a way that isn't either offensive or just plain smutty isn't something that many men can pull off with aplomb and style. Appropriate flirting and reasonable ogling, though, are things that appeal to many women. The problem is men just don't seem to be able to get the balance right. Their stares are too intense, or worse, furtive. They take surreptitious glances at a neckline, hemline or a leg. They use silly and too obvious double entendres. They take themselves too seriously and are usually too rushed in trying to move things from "hello" to "can I take your panties off?" And if given even the slightest encouragement of perhaps a smile or an exchange of pleasantries all too often they see that as the green light to wandering hands and the assumption that she wants IT. And when such men learn that the woman's divorced it all gets multiplied up for obviously "she must be gagging for it, mustn't she?"

On my traipsing around the States over the past few months, I'd seen such men in bundles. They seemed to be everywhere and particularly in airports and on planes. There really does seem to be something about men when they travel. They become wild things up and for and after most any single women they see.

It was such a breath of fresh air then to have met you on the plane. So much so that I'd hardly hesitated when you asked me to dinner. I'd hadn't held back as we'd shared the lovely food and wine. Nor resisted in the carriage when our hands had met under the blanket and hadn't stopped you outside my room when we kissed in a very body to body way. And it had taken quite some strength of character for me to not invite you into my room.

There was a difference with you to most American men. Slightly more sophistication of thought, approach and manner probably, I deduced, from you having traveled overseas quite a lot. Many Americans are so insular they lack the perception to relate effectively to other races or nationalities for their approach is so one-dimensional. Yours wasn't. You related to me so easily on many levels.

You found a good balance between many things. You seemed able to create the right mood and atmosphere between us and said nearly all the right things to make me feel totally comfortable with you.

As I shut the door to my room, rather reluctantly I admit I mulled over what it was that attracted me so strongly to you. I've always been a sucker for intelligent and worldly wise men. A clever phrase, an incisive thought or a well-balanced argument can often be enough for me to start swooning at that man's feet. And you had all of that and in spades. A not too serious and a rather self deprecating approach linked to a keen sense of humor can take the swoon further and turn it into an almost need for some bodily or oral attention from him. And when all of that is done with the confidence and assurance you displayed but that can in no way be mistaken for arrogance. Then, there is likely to be no need at all for him to try to get my knickers off for it's probable that I'll have removed them myself.

You also had the ability to flirt with me almost from the moment we met but in a nice way. A way that made it clear you'd probably like to go further with me but if I wasn't interested then that would be fine and we'd just enjoy the time we had together to the full. And on top of all that you looked at me in the way that women like to be looked at. I mean after all we don't wear tight jackets that gape, short tight skirts that ride up or blouses that emphasize our figure not to be looked at do we? Being the fickle creatures we are though it's how the man looks that's important. And I can only describe your look as one of assured and clear interest. You didn't leer at my breasts or ogle the excess leg I showed on the plane. No you looked at me, as a connoisseur would inspect the objects they so admire. You were able to look at women with the right balance between an obvious desire to see her body and a respect for it. You stared with just the right amount of intensity for just the right amount of time.

When we sat in the horse drawn carriage and you placed your hand on my thigh, at that moment I wanted the driver to go further into the park, to keep you going up along my thigh. As we drove down those darkening roads, I wanted to pull your hand further up my legs and between them so you could feel my heat. As my body had jerked with the feeling of your hand on my thigh so a voice somewhere inside was crying out saying, make him undo your blouse, make him undo the belt on your skirt and slide the zip down. Make him touch you!

It was all those things that made me feel I didn't want the evening to end. It was my recall of the evening's events that made me not want to be alone. It was how you'd made me feel that demanded I see more of you, and that's why I dialed your room. When there was no answer from you room I felt a pang of disappointment. But then why I wondered, working out that you'd probably gone to the bar. Cynically I thought, "probably gone to find another bird to fuck tonight." Nasty I know but that's how we are and after all I could be totally wrong about you and you might after all be like all the others. I put the phone down without leaving a message and started to undress. But after slipping the blouse off, undoing the skirt and just as I was reaching behind me to unclip my bra I glanced in the mirror and saw myself. Daftly I smiled at myself and said, "Do you really want to go to bed yet?" Giggling a little as I watched one of my hands brush a breast I replied, "well that depends who with doesn't it?"