Gloria turned to face Michael, her lips in a pout. “Then I guess next time we’ll be all alone since Heidi’s so busy.” She leaned up and kissed him on the lips, nodded to Mrs. Lester and Heidi. Laughing softly, she sauntered away, the three people she left behind staring at her sultry walk.
****
Rather than wait for the attendant to retrieve their buggy, Heidi walked with her mother and Michael back to where the buggy sat. She took a deep breath, and looked at her mother. “Mother, do you want Michael to drive you back to the hotel?”
Mrs. Lester stopped, and turned. “No, Heidi, I’m not going back to the hotel. Your papa is a brute.” She fumbled in her pocket, and pulled out her handkerchief, her chin trembling.
Heidi shot Michael a sideways glance. He shrugged.
“But where will you sleep?”
Mrs. Lester dabbed her eyes. “Can’t I stay with you?”
“With me?” Her voice squeaked.
“Just for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll look for a job, and a place to live.”
“It won’t be so easy to find a job, Mother.”
Mrs. Lester sighed. “Don’t concern yourself, dear. I’ll see to it.” She turned to Michael, her chin raised. “May I have permission to sleep in your buggy tonight, Mr. Henderson?”
Michael’s shoulders slumped, and he pinched the bridge of his nose.
Heidi jumped in. “All right, Mother, you can come home with me. But, I have a small room, and a very small bed.”
Mrs. Lester beamed at her through tear filled eyes. “Thank you so much, dear. I’ll be quite comfortable on the floor.”
Michael groaned, and led them to the buggy.
****
Three days later, Clarence closed the door to the small bedroom, and leaned against it. “Come here.” He crooked his finger. His mistress glided toward him, the red satin nightgown he’d bought her hugging her curves, emphasizing her high, full breasts and flat stomach. As she walked, the gown outlined her long, slim legs.
He pulled her to him, and ran his fingers through her silky hair, bunching the strands in his hand to inhale its musky scent. His mouth covered hers as he slid his palms down her bare back to cup her full buttocks. She already had him hard, and wanting.
With a groan, he slid the thin strap off one shoulder, exposing a lush breast. He sucked air in between his teeth. “You’re so beautiful.”
He bent his head, and circled the dark nipple with his tongue, causing her to throw her head back, exposing the creamy white skin of her slender neck. He kissed his way up her chest, to her neck, then her jaw, nipping, licking, and kissing until he reached her mouth where he captured her lips with hungry urgency.
She moaned, and sliding her palms up his chest, pushed the soft wool jacket off his shoulders, where the garment slid to the floor in a heap. As he continued the kiss, his tongue tasting the sweetness of her mouth, she pulled his shirt out of his pants and worked the buttons loose. He shrugged out of it, already panting from her exotic scent.
“Darling, let me help you out of the rest of your clothes.” She dropped to her knees in front of him, smiling, as she loosened the flap of his trousers, and slid them down. Her delicate hand reached for where he throbbed, and she licked her lips. Slowly raising her eyelids, she whispered, “Shall I?”
“Not now, I’m ready to explode. But keep those lips ready.” He pulled her to her feet, and reclaimed her mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his head closer, nipping his lip.
Of all the mistresses he’d had over the years, this one suited him the most. He never intended to let her go. He burned for her, her scent, her touch, her voice.
Once he and the Lester girl were married, and he had control of her father’s businesses, he’d find a cozy little house for his mistress, not far from his own. Right now he could only afford a small apartment for her. But she deserved so much more. He wanted to drape her in diamonds, and fine silks and satin.
He would have plenty of money, a pretty, if unremarkable, wife for entertaining guests, and a passionate lover to slake his lust whenever he chose.
Yes, he had a bright future. And nothing would stand in his way.
In his overpowering urge to see more of her lush body, he tore the other strap of the nightgown, and pushed the garment to the floor.
“My, you’re in a hurry tonight.” She kicked away the material, and slid her hands around his waist.
“I’ve waited all week for you. I hate us being separated.”