Robert & Rebecca Ch. 01

She smiled and said, "No excuses are necessary, Mr. Jenkins. We are both grown-ups here."

"Indeed we are. And please call me Robert."

"I will, Robert, if you will call me Rebecca."

"I certainly will, Rebecca and speaking of calling I would like to call on you this evening. Would you care to join me for dinner?"

"I would be delighted, Robert but aren't you involved with Miss Hawkins?"

"There are varying stages of involvement Rebecca. I don't know what Matilda may have told you about our relationship but I suspect that our goals might not be the same. We have no agreements, formal or otherwise. I am, as you said, a grown up man and can make my own decisions. And I would very much like to take you to dinner."

"Alright," she said, "I close the shop at five and I could be ready by seven."

"I will see you then."

I clasped her hands in mine, gave her one more chaste kiss and left her shop. As I went out the door I turned to her and said, "Until this evening."

She smiled and nodded her head. I walked away feeling a whole new set of emotions. Could I be falling in love with this delightful creature? I was certainly intrigued by her, by her looks, her laugh, her obvious intelligence. Whatever was coming over me? Whatever it was it was delightful and I was eagerly looking forward to the evening.

REBECCA:

My lips still felt swollen from his kisses. I put my hand to my lips remembering the sheer maleness of him.

I fluttered around the shop until 4:45 when I could no longer contain my enthusiasm and I locked the doors and pulled down the shades. As I went to the back toward my living area I started to think about what I would wear tonight. I put the large kettle on to heat water for my bath and went to my wardrobe. As I opened the door and looked over the dresses there I became depressed. Before me stood the evidence of what my life had become, a few mousy dresses ... all dull in color, all perfect for a woman who's yesterdays were just like her todays and her tomorrows.

Shaking myself, I finally picked my Sunday dress, it would have to do. I looked at it, it was a simple scoop necked amber in brushed cotton, it would be good for my coloring. Quickly I decided to sew a little lace around the neckline to dress it up just a little, perhaps tucking the neckline in to turn it from a Sunday-Go-Meeting dress to one a little bit more sophisticated. That being done, I poured the water in my hip tub and climbed in. I allowed myself a few minutes to luxuriate in the hot water before I soaped myself with gardenia scented soap. The fragrance was always a favorite of mine and had, I thought, an underlying hint of sensuality about it.

I looked at the clock and it was already past 6:00, so I rinsed and hurried to dress. Looking at myself in the mirror I was pleased at what I saw, the dress had turned out exactly as I had pictured, not too low-cut but just enough. The lace gave the impression of just a little bit more bustline than nature had blessed me with.

I sat down to do my hair and curled it up on top of my head, the addition of earrings brought attention to my eyes. I studied myself in the mirror and decided against the locket I held in my hand. Tonight, I decided, I would appear straightforward and down-to-earth. After all, there was no need for me to be putting on airs with Robert, he'd find out soon enough how plain I really was.

Another glance at the clock told me it was 6:45. I started pacing the room. I was getting increasingly nervous ... Why had I agreed to dinner with him? What would I talk about? Would he think me attractive? Would he kiss me again? My pacing was stopped by a knock at the door. I gave myself a quick look in the mirror, gathered my purse and tried to slow my footsteps as I went to open the door.

Robert was standing there splendidly in a dark blue suit and his hat in his hand. I noticed that his dark hair was just a little longer than most men's, curling about his collar. I realized that I quite liked it that way. My voice caught in my throat for an instant, "Good evening" was all I could choke out.

"Good evening, Rebecca," as he took my hand and guided me in to his carriage, "I hope you're hungry, I've made reservations for us at 'La Petite Maisson'."

He got into the carriage and as he was putting on his hat, I became conscious of how closely we were sitting. I looked at him and again my voice was just a whisper because his face was so close to mine I could feel his breath on me, "Oh yes, I'm starved."

His lips brushed mine just for an instant and he said, "I hope you won't be disappointed in tonight's offerings." And with that he cracked the reins on the horse and we proceeded down Peachtree Street to the restaurant.

The maitre d' at the restaurant knew Robert by sight and welcomed him with kisses on both cheeks. I was startled at this even though I knew of the French custom, a quickly looked at Robert who seemed unphased by the demonstration of friendship. The maitre d' quickly took up two menus and escorted us to a private room. I had never been in a private dining room before and looked about me. It was more like a parlor or salon complete with a love seat and fainting couch. I noticed a bottled of champagne chilling in a large silver urn. Robert was giving the maitre d' an order for appetizers, so I had a little time to collect myself.

When they were finished and the door finally closed turned to face Robert, "I'm afraid I'm out of my element here, I'm more used to small little cafes like the tea room."

He grinned, I didn't know if he was secretly laughing with me or at me. "My dear," he said, "it's just like the tea room but with elevated prices. You'll become used to places like this, I plan on seeing to it."

He stepped over to the silver urn and uncorked the champagne, pouring each of us a glass, as he handed one to me he said, "A toast to the prettiest lady in all of Atlanta."

I quipped, "I need to know who she is first before I can toast her ..."

Robert looked over his wine goblet at me, his dark eyes betraying nothing of what he thought. He put the goblet down on the table and took me in his arms. I hadn't the willpower or the inclination to pull away. Then he kissed me. Gently at first, then his tongue was on my lips circling them, exploring my mouth. I thought "This must have been what the apple tasted like to Eve." He tasted of faint cigar smoke, champagne and a sheer power that left my legs weak.

His hands ran from the nape of my neck down to my bottom sending a shiver through me. He pulled me closer to him and I could feel his erection lying against my belly. I secretly smiled with the knowledge that I had this affect on him.

Our kiss was interrupted by a knock at the door, our appetizers had arrived. Robert looked down at me and smiled before he let me go and answered the door. I stood there not moving, afraid my knees would buckle if I tried to move at all.

ROBERT:

As soon as I left Rebecca's shop I walked to my favorite restaurant, La Petite Maisson, to make reservations for dinner that evening. They were not yet open but my knock on the door was promptly answered by the maitre d' who knew me well.

"Monsieur Jenkins. How nice to see you. Will you be dining with us this evening?"

"Indeed."

"Alone? Or with Miss Hawkins?"

"Not alone and not with MIss Hawkins," I replied.

"Ah hah, a new conquest?"

"You could say that but I'm not quite sure who's doing the conquesting."

"Very interesting. Very, very interesting. Should we make special arrangements?"

"Absolutely."

He smiled and said, "You want the private dining room, I suppose?"

"Yes," I said, "and lots of privacy."

"And your dinner selections?"

"I think I will leave that in your capable hands. For some reason I have become terribly indecisive."

"Perhaps your heart is ruling your mind. It happens or we should hope it happens at least once in our lives."

I smiled and nodded my head and he continued, "We have some excellent sole fresh from the docks within the hour. I would suggest that with new potatoes, root vegetables, a small salad and a new consignment of exquisite champagne from my country."

"Viva la France," I said,

"Viva la amour," he said, "when shall we expect to see you and this enchanting lady?"

"Around seven."

I bade him good day and walked back to my house. I was so deep in thought that I almost walked past it. Rebecca was so unlike any woman I had ever pursued. My taste had always run to women who who were much younger and certainly more voluptuous than she. More breast, less brain as it were. Rebecca was probably close to my age and unlike the usual flighty young female I was normally attracted to she fell into an entirely new and intriguing category. She even ran her own business, apparently successfully. I was confused and befuddled yet extremely happy and excited.

I took more than the usual pains in bathing and dressing for the evening, splashing on some new French cologne. French food, french wine, french cologne, the evening was becoming positively Gallic. Viva la France.

Shortly before seven I knocked at her door. She opened it and at the first sight of her my heart almost stopped beating. She looked exquisite yet vulnerable. Perhaps we were kindred spirits. I hoped she found me appealing, I knew for sure that I felt extremely vulnerable. It was a new and not unpleasant feeling.

On the way to the restaurant she sat close beside me and I savored the feel of her body so close to mine. I longed to reach down and tough her warm thigh but instead kept both hands on the reins, needing to control the horse, hoping to control my soaring emotions.

The dinner was excellent, as usual. The food was perfectly prepared, the service was prompt and unobtrusive, the conversation was lively and the champagne was intoxicating although I scarcely needed much intoxication given the allure of my dinner companion. I kissed her only one time, thrilling at the touch of her lips and the feel of her body close to mine. My hands strayed to her compact bottom and I pulled her close to me hoping she could sense my hunger for her and feel my hard member pressed against her. From the smile on her face after we kissed I believed I had succeeded.

After dinner we left the restaurant and climbed into my carriage. I smiled at her and said, "Do you drive?"

She nodded and I said, "Would you like to drive?"

She returned my gaze with a quizzical expression and said, "If you would like me to."

I handed her the reins. She took them and with a serious expression on her beautiful face she set the horse in motion. She was obviously no novice when it came to driving a carriage.

"You've obviously done this before," I said.

"Oh yes," she replied, "but except for my father, when he was quite old and infirm I've never driven for a man. It's a new experience."

I laughed and touched her thigh and said, "Here's to new experiences. Just keep both hands on the reins." She laughed and as we drove I slowly and tenderly stroked her leg.

She sighed and said, "Now I see why you wanted me to drive."

When we got back to her place I walked her to the door. We kissed and she said, "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?"

I nodded my eager assent and followed her in. She closed the door and locked it and turned to me. I took her in my arms and kissed her, sweetly and than hungrily. She moaned and I put my hands on the buttons running down the back of her dress. I looked into her dazzling jade eyes and said, "Rebecca when I handed you the reins it was both erotic and symbolic. It was a gesture of my feelings toward you. Our relationship will proceed only as far and as fast as you desire. The reins, dear lady, are in your hands."

Rebecca:

I tried to look into his eyes, to see if I could detect his emotions behind his last statement. Unfortunately I had not turned the wick up on the lamp and the room was bathed in moonlight, a soft silvery essence that inundated the whole room.

His eyes were dark and glistening, the moonlight effectively masking any feelings held there. His mouth tender but unsmiling. I didn't know what to think so I stepped back to gather my thoughts. Immediately occurrences of this unusual day sprung to mind ... his hungry kisses this afternoon, my hand on his balls, the champagne, the hardness of him pressed against my belly, the ride home with his hand upon my thigh. Suddenly I was bewildered, I knew I wanted him, the wanting of him was bubbling up from a dark spring within me threatening to overcome and overwhelm me.

I had felt so sure that he would sweep me into his arms, seduce me with his kisses and caresses. I was prepared to that. In fact, the anticipation of being crushed against his hard body was almost more that I could accept.

It had been so long since I had been with a man, I had been a young woman then and Thomas had led me into that world of bliss and delight. There had been sporadic lovers over the years but none that stirred those feelings in me that had lay dormant for such a long time. In fact I prided myself in my detachment, I may give my body occasionally but my heart remained my own.

Robert seemed to sense my apprehension as he turned to lay his hat on the counter. He turned back toward me and cupped my face in both his hands and lowered his face to mine just brushing my lips for an instant. His hands went to my hair, "I've wanted to do this since the first moment I saw you." He started pulling our my hairpins one by one releasing my curls until my hair fell beyond my shoulders. "There," he said, "much better". He took a handful of my hair and brought it to his nose deeply inhaling the scent of it. Then wrapping his hands in it he pulled my face slowly to his. His mouth captured mine in a slow and sensual kiss.

When the kiss broke I smiled at him and took him by the hand leading him to my living quarters at the back of the shop. I dropped his hand and went to the oil lamp. I took a match and lit it then turned the wick down until the smallest flicker of light was put out. Robert came up behind me and put his arms around my waist, nuzzling in to my neck. As he kissed my neck his hands slowly slid up my ribs then cupped my breasts. I could not help the groan that escaped from deep within my throat. He continued kissing my neck, then my ears and I titled my head so as to give him more flesh, my hands going up to cover his. I could feel my nipples harden to the point of being hurtful under his fingers.

"If you don't want this to go any further I must go now." He whispered, his fingers finding their way inside my neckline to tug at my nipples. I was astonished to realize that my nipples had grown larger and even harder now that flesh was touching flesh.


"There's no need for you to go ... Please stay" I said, my voice low and tremulous from the passion that was building inside of me.

He didn't say anything but I felt his hands on the buttons at the back of my dress. When he finished unbuttoning my dress it fell to the floor puddling at my feet. He then unhooked my petticoats and they fell away. He took me by the shoulders and turned me around to face him. I put my hands under the lapels of his coat and slid it off his shoulders. As I labored with the studs in his shirt he unlaced my corset. I wiggled out of it and stood before him in just my chemise and pantaloons. I knelt before him and lifted his foot to take off his shoe, he put his hand on my shoulder to keep his balance. I looked up at him while I was taking off his other shoe and smiled.

I remained kneeling in front of him and rose on my knees to unbutton his trousers. His cock instantly sprang free and I took it in my hand, mesmerized by the feel of it. He was warm and hard, and I was drawn to him. I leaned forward and took him in my mouth savoring the taste of him. My hand drifted down to cup his balls as my head slowly move up and down taking in a little more of him each time.

His hands wrapped in my hair and through upturned eyes I saw that his head was thrown back. "Oh my god, Rebecca ... oh my god" he groaned.

ROBERT:

The feel of her warm and willing mouth upon my cock was indescribable. I was thrilled and amazed and ever so thankful that I had handed her the reins. I only hoped that her grasp on my balls would not be as firm as her grasp on the reins on the way back to her shop. I had experienced oral sex before, usually with ladies of the night and with an occasional woman of sophistication, but I had certainly not anticipated this response from Rebecca.

She worked her tongue lovingly up and down my shaft and gently stroked my tender balls. I looked down at her and said, "Look at me, Rebecca."

The loving gaze she returned with my cock buried halfway in her mouth told me what I needed to know but I had to ask, "Do you enjoy doing this?"

She pulled her mouth away from my cock and said, "I enjoy doing this to you. Do you enjoy it?"

I laughed and said, "I believe that's obvious and most appreciated but there's something missing."

She smiled and said, "And what would that be?"

"My enjoying you while you are enjoying me."

She smiled and stood up and said, "Mr. Jenkins you are a rare and amazing man."

"And you are a rare and amazing woman."

I began to undress as quickly as I could, never taking my eyes off of her. She was, by now, only wearing a chemise and pantaloons and they quickly followed her dress and petticoats to the floor. She stood before me with an expectant smile upon her lovely face. Her arms were at her side, her legs were slightly apart. Her pubic mound was crowned by a lovely thatch of chestnut colored hair. Her breasts were not large but perfectly formed, accentuated by small nipples which appeared, to my eager gaze, to be quite hard. She looked at me as if asking for my approval and I hope the look I returned told her what she wanted to know. I do know that I would have given all I possessed for a photograph or portrait of how she looked at that moment.

I walked up to her and she grasped my hand and led me to her bed. She pulled back the coverlet and laid down with her legs spread in an attitude of complete surrender. I looked at her and said, "God you are beautiful. I have never, ever wanted a woman as much as I want you."

She smiled and said, "I am yours."

I sat beside her on the bed and placed one hand upon her mouth and another on her sex and said, "I'm not sure which lips I want to kiss first."

She laughed and said, "Well take your time, but not too much time. I fear I may expire from anticipation."

I smiled and leaned forward to kiss her on her mouth. I ran my tongue along her lips and with one hand I slowly kneaded one of her erect nipples. She opened her mouth to me and my tongue dove in, tasting a delightful mix of my musky cock accented by some of the champagne we had consumed earlier in the evening. Her tongue played with mine and she reached between my legs to stroke my cock.

"I want you," she said.

"You have me. You possess me. You own me."

She smiled, gave my cock a squeeze and said, "I"ll take good care of this. I value my possessions."

"I"m sure you will," I replied.

I kissed her once more and than laid down beside her with my head at her feet. I took one small and perfect foot and put it in my mouth and licked and kissed her toes. Because I was taller than she my knees were slightly bent and she could return the gesture so she stroked my thighs and seemed to purr. "No man has ever kissed my feet," she said.

I ran my tongue along the bottom of her foot and said, "I worship the ground these walk on."

I began to run my kisses up her legs and she moved her body, sliding down the bed to accommodate me. As I lowered my face into her chestnut colored thatch I could feel her lips enveloping my cock.