A Bit of the Unexpected Ch. 01byKatrinka©
I was married to a great woman who eventually decided that life abroad without me was preferable to a life here with me. We split up 12 years after taking our vows, but it was long enough for us to have had a child. Our daughter Sarah. It wasn't an ugly break up and we never fought over or through our daughter. It was amicable as far as divorces go, and we shared custody. Our daughter went to school in Europe while living with her mother, and spent most of the holidays with me.
I got to keep the big house with my ex having moved away so I had a lot of spare space. It came in handy when entertaining out of town clients who didn't want the corporate feel of a hotel. The four rooms on the second floor were converted into bedrooms, each with their own bath. One was permanently my daughter's. The main floor was more or less for show. I put in a Pinball machine and a pool table, entertainment centre and full bar. It was fun for the clients and relaxing for me after long days at the office. The backyard had an in-ground pool, large deck and the property was fenced in by high hedges. It was as private as I could make it, as sometimes gatherings got a little out of hand.
I had the basement renovated for my own private use. I essentially lived in the basement. It housed my office and bedroom. I really only came out to eat and use the main floor from time to time. I never learned how to do more than barbeque so I had a cook come in each morning to prepare the food for the day, and I had a cleaning lady come in once a week to keep things tidy. The company footed most of the bills seeing as how I would host functions and put up clients so I didn't have to worry about expenses.
When Sarah was staying with me I worked from home so I could spend as much time with her as I could, so about a year ago when she asked if she could bring one of her friends with her for the school holiday, I told her I was fine with it. I figured it would give me more time to finish some details on one of the accounts the company was trying to get signed. Besides, I spoiled my girl and rarely refused her anything.
Their flight came in on a Friday night and I went to pick them up at the airport. I could only imagine how long that flight must have felt as I saw the passengers debarking. Older couples were hanging on to each other as if they would fall down if they didn't. Parents carried sleeping children in their arms and looked like they wished some one would carry them. Then I saw my daughter. She looked as bright and lovely as a sunrise. I don't know how teenagers do it but they always seem so alive, like nothing can touch them, especially a long flight from half way around the world. When she saw me she ran right up and jumped into my arms, dropping her bags at my feet.
"Daddy!" she squealed in my ear, "I missed you so much! I've got so much news to tell you! I can't wait till you hear it all!"
"How are you Sunshine?" I asked. "Was the flight ok? I don't have to scare any young men away from you now do I?" This was my usual question every time I picked her up.
"Daddy, stop it!" she replied, giggling the way only 19 year olds can. "Oh, Daddy I want you to meet my friend. Anika this is my Dad! Daddy, meet Anika."
I was so excited at seeing my daughter again that I hadn't noticed her friend sidle up to us. But once I laid eyes on her I wondered how I could have ever missed such a vision. She was quite possibly the most stunning female I had ever seen. Long thick hair, three different shades of blonde, lay in waves around the most perfect heart shaped face. Her eyes were large and the kind of liquid green found only in the water of Island beaches. Her mouth was wide with plump lips that looked soft and utterly kissable. She stood as high as my shoulder and a quick glance down showed me cleavage that any man would love to sink his teeth into, as well as nicely rounded hips and lean legs under a stylish dress a shade deeper than her eyes.
I regained my sense of propriety and greeted her, hoping that my voice wouldn't belie my thoughts. "It's a pleasure to meet you Anika. I hope that you'll enjoy your stay here with us." My heart skipped a beat as her hand firmly griped mine in a very formal handshake. I had to remind myself that this was my daughter's friend when I heard her voice.
"The pleasure is mine Sir. I am sure my stay will be filled with many exciting things." Her accent was velvet: soft, warm, and very seductive.
"Please call me Mitchell."
"Very well, Mitchell." I had to force myself to tear my eyes from hers so I could pick up the bags and get us all back home.
"Come on, I'll carry these. The car's not far and I'm sure you're anxious to get settled in." My voice, which I always thought very self assured and pleasant, sounded course to my ears after hearing hers.
"I can't wait to take a shower! Traveling is dirty work!" My daughter quipped and I laughed, remembering all the business trips I had taken.
"It sure is sweetheart. We'll be home soon enough"
We got to the car and the girls piled in as I put all the bags in the trunk. It will never cease to amaze me how many bags Sarah will pack for a visit. She keeps a full wardrobe at the house so her motives for so much baggage were beyond me, especially since she was only going to be here for a few days. Anika by comparison had very little with just one medium sized suitcase. My mind registered this as interesting, but I pushed it aside for the moment.
The drive home went by quickly with my daughter's chatter about all the new people she had met this year in school, the classes she was taking, and something I didn't quite understand about fashion. As much as I wanted to pay attention to my darling, my concentration kept straying to the reflection of those green eyes in the rear view mirror, which stared at me unabashedly from the back seat. They had no expression that I could discern. They were just staring at me: constantly.
"Daddy, are you ok? You're awful quiet."
"Yeah I'm fine Hon. Just a little tired." I lied.
"Tell me about it!" she answered. "I keep talking just so I'll stay awake!"
I chuckled. "Don't worry we'll be home soon enough and then you can clean off the traveling dirt and have a good sleep in a warm bed."
"God that sounds wonderful!"
I had to smile at my daughter's enthusiasm, but it wavered as I flicked my eyes back to the rear view and saw those pools of green still staring at me with that steady gaze.
When we reached the house I tossed the keys to Sarah and told the girls to head on in, that I would take care of their bags. "Daddy you're the best father in the world!" she quipped back to me as she virtually ran to the front door. Anika followed her with the kind of grace that comes with high-class living and cultured breeding. But that didn't stop her from looking all the more alluring. I watched her slightly swaying hips and her taught calf muscles move her forward. I noticed for the first time that she was wearing high heels. "So," I thought, "She's petite too." I was old enough to be this girl's father and here I was staring at her ass, wondering what it looked like under that dress. I took a few calming breaths to bring me back to reality. Shouldering the bags, I closed the trunk and made my way into the house.
Anika was wandering about the main floor looking at the whole set up. I didn't see my daughter, so I asked where she was.
"She said she could not wait to bathe so she went upstairs. You have a very ... interesting home, Mitchell." I wasn't sure if it was contempt I heard in her voice or marvel. This girl was harder to read than Ikea instructions.
"Well thank you Anika. You have a lovely name. Is it German?"
"Austrian," she answered distractedly as she admired a print I had on the wall.
"Where are my manners? Would you like to choose your room now? You must want to get upstairs. Follow me."
I still had all the suitcases and it was difficult to climb the stair case with them, but something in me refused to let her see this. I heard the shower going in Sarah's room as I put her bags just inside the door.
"You have your choice of the three remaining rooms. Feel free to browse."
"I only see four doors here Mitchell," she said, "Is not one of these yours?" I couldn't get over the way she pronounced my name. I grew up thinking it sounded very common, but she made it seem exotic. Why was I getting so wound up over this girl? Normally I never had a problem around attractive women, but she was more than just attractive. In that moment I wanted very much to have my room on that floor.
"No, these rooms are all for guests, except for Sarah's of course. I have my room in the basement. Please, select the one you want." All the rooms were basically the same with a double bed, a chest of drawers and a writing desk, but each was decorated in very different styles. None of the doors were closed so she popped her head in each one. The first one she looked at was next to my daughter's. It was almost baroque, with a canopied bed piled with cushions, a plush carpet, antique wardrobe and writing desk. It also had the added feature of a chaise lounge. Most of the female clients chose this room, but Anika just sniffed at it. I suppose when you're European it would look a little ridiculous on this side of the Atlantic.
The next was more masculine. It was decorated in dark colours and functional furnishings. No headboard to speak of and a plain, somewhat thin carpet; a 'no fuss, no muss' kind of room. She gave it a quick glance and another dismissal.
I sincerely wished that the last one would meet her tastes. Other wise things could get complicated. My hopes were raised when she actually walked in. I had personally decorated this room. It was the first project I threw myself into after the divorce, it used to be the master bedroom, and I was very proud of it. I had found an old sleigh bed, refinished it, and chose white bedding to off-set the dark wood. The dresser was my great-grandfather's highboy that had been passed down through the generations. It was a little battered but it gave off a well-loved feeling. The desk was something I had made myself during a phase I had. It was medium stained oak and very simple but had elegance to it. I couldn't claim sole creativity on that one as I had modeled it after a piece I saw in a movie. Still, I had done a good job on it. I watched her heels tread across the white Persian rug as she made her way to the window and ran her hand down the cream Damask drapes. Everything in this room was in shades of white and wood. Even in the bathroom; this is where she headed next. I followed behind her and stood in the doorway as she admired the footed tub and pedestal sink.
"C'est magnifique!" She graced me with a smile the likes I have never seen. Her teeth were perfect and gleaming. Her lips lost none of their shape as they spread wide and sent my thoughts to a dangerous place. Even her eyes sparkled, and looked all the more alluring. 'Get a grip Mitchell,' I told myself.
"Thank you," is what I told her.
"I believe I will enjoy this room very much." I was elated. It was like getting praise from royalty.
"Well I'll leave you to it then." I put her suitcase down next to the bed and headed to the hallway. "I'll be downstairs if you need anything."
"Thank you Mitchell."
I practically leaped down the stairs, but stopped abruptly at the foot of them. What was I thinking? Why was I thinking this about her? "I need a drink!" I muttered aloud. I went to the bar and fixed myself a Crown Royal. I took my time about it too, because I was ready to knock back a few and knew I shouldn't. Dropping two ice cubes into the glass I wondered if Anika would want anything to drink later, if I had anything that would suit her tastes. I doubt she would even dare to drink the wine I had bought. "God Mitchell what's wrong with you?" Great, I was talking aloud to myself.
I turned around and looked into the full-length mirror behind the bar. I saw a man in his mid forties, the hair that wasn't grey still held its dark brown. At least I'm not balding, I mused. I kept fit by installing a home gym in my basement sanctuary, so I wasn't paunchy. In fact I had a pretty decent body for a man of my age. I stood at six foot two and my height made my build seem bigger than it was. I suppose that I'm attractive, but I've never been any good at determining beauty in males. I just wished that I could see what Anika was looking at so intently. Why was I even letting this get to me so much? She was young enough to be my child, and happened to be friends with my actual child. Besides, what could someone that young and attractive, possibly see in me.
I was used to the women closer to my own age, the divorcees who wanted a few romantic nights out and then a romp or two between the sheets. I couldn't kid myself. Since my divorce I had not exactly been celibate. I'd had my share of lovers and each one of them taught me something more about the mystery that is woman. I never had any complaints from them about our bedroom antics, quite the opposite in fact. So why was Anika making me feel like a lovesick teen? My fingers gripped the tumbler tight in frustration. I brought it to my lips and whispered "Fuck it" before I slammed it back. Pouring myself another, I promised to take easy on this one.
I heard footsteps bounding down the stairs and knew that it had to be my daughter; Anika would never run down stairs. I walked out from behind the bar and into the arms of my baby girl.
"Daddy the shower was wonderful! It actually woke me up a bit." She was swathed in a long blue terry cloth bathrobe and her hair was up in a towel.
"Glad to hear it. Do you want a drink?"
"Do we have any of that ice wine left? That would be great!"
"I'll check." I kissed her on the forehead and went back to the bar. It had a mini fridge and I squatted down to rifle through it in search of the wine. She was out of luck.
"Sorry Hon, all I have left is the Raspberry wine. Is that ok?"
"Sure." She never put up much of a fuss about anything. I guess that's why I spoiled her so much. I poured a modest glass and brought it over to her.
I turned back to get my drink and saw Anika's reflection in the mirror. I hadn't even heard her coming down the stairs and she was still in her heels. But what she was wearing must be why her suitcase was so small. She had on a negligee of off white silk that reached not all that far past her hips. The neckline plunged a deep V down her chest and it clung to every curve without being skin-tight. It was trimmed in yellowed lace that looked very old. Over it she wore what was a robe only in the technical sense. It too was the same white of the chemise, but was so sheer I could see the beauty mark on her left shoulder. She hadn't tied the belt so it wafted around her as she moved, grazing the backs of her knees. All I could do was stare at her reflection. I had lost the concept of words. I raised my glass to her image in a salute. All she did was stare back at me with those beguiling eyes.
"Wow Anika! That's gorgeous! Where did you buy it? You have to take me shopping with you some time!" My daughter's voice brought me back to some semblance of reality, and made me choke on my sip of Crown Royal.
"I don't think ..."
"I did not buy it." Anika interrupted, "It belonged to my Grandmother. It was a wedding gift from her mother, and has been passed down to me."
"Beautiful," was all I could manage to say. I walked around the bar and sat on a stool. I didn't trust myself to approach her just yet.
"That's too bad," pouted Sarah, "I want one like it then."
"Perhaps we can go find one similar. We could go to the shops tomorrow?" Anika offered.
Part of me dreaded what silken treasures would be purchased on that excursion. The other part of me wanted to go along as a fly on the wall.
"Mitchell?" I snapped to attention. "Could I possibly have a drink as well?
"Of course, what would you like?" The moment of truth was upon me. Did I have what she liked? As it turned out, I did.
"A Bailey's with ice please." She sat down on the tan leather sofa next to my daughter, and daintily crossed her ankles.
My hands were practically shaking as I poured the drink and I made sure that they didn't notice. I tried to keep my exterior cool and collected but my mind was raging. I wanted to be wicked. I had to admit it to myself. I wanted this girl. Badly. So badly that it made me a little bold. I walked over to give her the glass of Bailey's, but I held it out so that she had to reach slightly forward and up. It was enough to give me a peek down that negligee and see the perfect mounds of flesh that were Anika's breasts. She leaned back and brought the glass to her lips sipping slowly, looking at me again with those large eyes. I sat down on the sofa opposite the girls and watched them as my daughter chattered away, and Anika nodded politely.
I stared into my whiskey and rewound the night in my mind. The car ride home, the way Anika ran her hands down the drapes, always playing in slow motion her appearance in the mirror and pausing on the glimpse of skin beneath the white silk. I risked a glance at her legs. Those perfectly seductive legs. I imagined myself between them. For a moment I felt myself there as well.
"Mitchell would you like to join us?"
"I'm sorry what?" Anika's voice brought me out of my reverie.
"Yeah! Come shopping with us tomorrow Daddy!"
"Sure, why not."
"Great! We can make a day of it and show Anika the town as well."
"That sounds wonderful," purred Anika.
"Well I'd better go to bed then. I'm going to need all my rest to keep up with you tomorrow." I stood up and kissed my daughter on the forehead. I nodded politely to Anika since I didn't trust myself to do more, and headed to the basement.
I loved my room: my sanctuary. It was spacious and yet still managed to feel cozy. The bed was king sized so I could sprawl in comfort. I had a walk- in closest custom made to hold all of my clothes so I didn't need to have any dressers. This made it possible for me to spread out all my gym equipment. I had one wall reserved for some office space, filing cabinets, a desk and the like. In one night stand, I kept the few items I had collected to intrigue and delight my previous lovers. They weren't sex toys per se, more like aides. Like I said, I had unravelled most of the mysteries and knew what to do to please.
I locked the door behind me and descended the stairs, undressed and threw my clothes in a pile at the end of the bed. Crawling into the comfort of my bed I lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking about Anika. Down here, I could think about all the things I wanted to do to her without the fear of being asked what was on my mind. I imagined her in the bathtub of her guest room, with bubbles up to her neck. Her ankles would be crossed and resting on the side. Her long locks would be wet and circling her in the water. Her eyes would be closed and head resting on a bath pillow while she would be lazily washing her breasts. In my mind she would work herself into such a state that water would slosh out of the tub and all over the floor. As I brought my hand down to my stiff penis, I saw her spreading her legs, inviting me into the tub with her. I started to masturbate, fantasizing that it was her encircling me, not my hand. Her hands would grip the sides of the bathtub for support and her legs would wrap around me. That beautiful mouth of hers would be opened wide in silent ecstasy, and her eyes would be staring right into mine. I tried to slow the pace of my mind to match the pace of my hand, but it was over before I really let my fantasy get going. My body tensed with my orgasm and instead of groaning like I normally did, I spoke her name. "Anika."