Chase
I felt a little guilty I had distracted Leah, and her cookies burned. The remaining cookie dough had been dropped on the floor. When I asked if I could help make more, she informed she had no more chips or brown sugar. It was decided a trip to the city for some cookie supplies was needed.
I was waiting in the foyer for her so we could go. She came downstairs, gorgeous as usual in a very comfortable-looking pair of jeans and a long black sweater with knee-high boots. She looked like any one of the women I saw every day on campus, but she did have a sense of maturity and dignity about her that attracted me to her.
“Hi, sexy,” I said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.
“Hey yourself.”
She grabbed her keys off the table and tossed them to me. “You drive.”
“You sure?”
“Yep, I am going to kick back and relax. We'll use the nav system. I hate barking out directions,” she said with a smile. “Plus, I don't care if we get lost. We'll explore the city.”
I laughed. “You say that now, but if we end up in Mexico, you may have other opinions.”
“Nope. I don't mind getting lost with you at all.”
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized I wouldn't mind at all either. Now I knew why couples ran away together. Romeo and Juliet's story had new meaning for me. Although I wasn't contemplating taking my own life, I could understand the star-crossed lover thing. I really liked Leah and wanted to be in a real relationship with her, but there were too many hurdles. We were not meant to be like that.
I climbed into the driver's seat, adjusted it to fit my height and immediately fell in love with the rig.
“Damn, now I know why people buy these. This is very comfortable.”
She laughed. “Yes, it is, and it’s very good to have around here in the winter. You never know when it may snow.”
She punched the mall address into the GPS and told me to drive. I very carefully backed out and made my way out of the driveway before stopping to punch in the code at the gate. It felt as if I had been dropped into another life. One of those parallel universe things where you are you, but things turned out different. I kind of liked this universe.
We talked a little as we drove. I wanted to know more about her beyond what she liked in bed and the fact she cooked like a world-class chef.
“So, where did you learn to cook?” I asked her.
“I've always liked cooking, but Dennis hired me a chef to teach me. It was a wedding gift to me, but I think it was actually for him,” she laughed.
“I think you may be right. The lessons certainly paid off. How long were the two of you married?” I asked, hoping I wasn't going too far. It wasn't like I didn't know she was married before. The man had been Blake's father, and I knew a little about him but not about his relationship with Leah.
“Six years.”
“Oh.”
“Yep. Not very long. Contrary to the rumor mill, I didn't marry him for his money. I had my own. I did truly love him. I know Blake probably thought differently for a long time, but I hoped he saw we had something real.”
“You work as a tennis instructor?” I asked, knowing she did but not sure why she did.
She grinned. “I already know what's on your mind. Why does a wealthy woman work? Well, the answer is because I like it. I am not the kind of person who likes to sit around basking in my wealth all day. I like having somewhere to go, and it keeps me in shape without me actually having to do the whole gym thing—except at home.”
“You are very in shape, and I am very appreciative of how hot your body is,” I said, reaching over to run a finger down her cheek.
“Thank you,” she said shyly.
We hit the mall first, mostly doing window shopping. We held hands as we walked along, commenting on the Christmas decorations that made the mall look very festive. People looked at us, but I didn't care. We stopped at a lingerie store. It was her idea. As we browsed the store, me pointing out what I liked, I noticed she looked a little uncomfortable.
“Everything okay?” I asked her.
She smiled. “Of course.”
She was lying. I looked around the store and noticed a few other couples, basically all doing the same thing as we were. I had a feeling she was feeling a little weird because of our age difference.
“We don't have to do this. Let's go,” I said, grabbing her hand.
“No, no. It's fine. I always feel funny buying this stuff in person, like everyone knows what color my panties are,” she said, blushing a little.
I laughed. “I'll buy it and surprise you. Go sit on the bench and wait for me.”
“No! I can't let you buy me panties,” she said, blushing even more.
I leaned in close to her ear. “Who said anything about panties?”
I heard her gasp, and she quickly left the store. I spent a few minutes browsing before settling on a hot little red number I knew would look good on her. It was designed to be worn during sex if one so chose, and I knew I had wanted the red lace and tiny ribbons on her body when I was pushing into her.
With our shopping done, we headed back to her house with me driving again. She leaned over and put her hand on my knee before moving up my thigh and rubbing my dick. I had that little piece of lingerie on my mind and had been unable to think of anything but her wearing it.
“When do I get to see what's in the bag?” she asked.
“Tonight.”
Her hand was rubbing me, making me hard and uncomfortable. That was nothing compared to having to get out at the grocery store and run in for a few items. Walking with a hard-on had her giggle at me, so it was almost worth it.
By the time we got back into the car, I was aching to get her home. I prayed the housekeeper would be gone. I pulled into the garage, overjoyed to see the housekeeper's car wasn’t in the driveway. I jumped out, grabbed the groceries and we headed inside but didn't make it any farther than the small sitting room off to the side of the foyer. I had grand plans for her wearing the new lingerie, but I couldn't wait. I dropped the groceries on the couch and smiled.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” I reached for her and pulled her close.
It was a frantic stripping of clothes, both of us leaving our shirts on. We dropped to the floor, me plunging into her before her back even touched the fluffy white rug in the center of the room. It took less than five minutes for me to orgasm. Being with her all day had left me hard and wanting. The moment I had the opportunity to slake my lust, I took it.
“We should get the groceries,” I said, rolling off her.
“Yes, and then I will make dinner.”
We headed back out to the Range Rover and unloaded the groceries. She refused to let me help her cook, so I sat and watched her instead. Watching her move around the kitchen with practiced ease made me smile. It also made me want to take her again right there on the counter.
She slid the casserole dish into the oven and set the timer.
“One hour?” I asked.
With a smile that said she knew exactly what I was thinking, she slowly nodded her head. “One hour.”
“Let's take a shower before dinner,” I said, jumping off the bar stool and taking her hand, leading her out of the kitchen and upstairs to my room.
“One hour! You are not going to let me burn my dinner, mister,” she scolded.
“We better strip now so we can save time,” I said, pulling off my sweater and then my T-shirt as we climbed the stairs.
By the time we reached my room, we were both down to our underwear, which was shed on the way to the bathroom. I reached in and turned on the water before reaching out for her naked body.
“My god, every time I see you, I am stunned by how perfect you are,” I said, kissing her softly while running my hands over all of her silky skin.
We walked into the shower, and I gave her body one hell of a wash before she did mine.