Accustomed to Life
My Next Project - adult themes.
I want to share my next new project with you and I hope that you will read and comment with honesty. I haven't been writing much recently, as I have been concentrating on my personal life issues, but today I want my friends to know what is happening in my life. I will post chapters 1-8 on hub pages for your help and advice.
“Black silk negligee, absolutely not” the shop assistant looked bemused and so shocked at the angry outburst she had just received from Angela.“Red.... now that is more like it, vibrant, fiery, full of passion and with just a hint of... sex,” Angela’s voiced drawled to the end of the sentence, and her mouth curled with a wicked smile. She took a long, slow draw from her cigarette and gave a sultry laugh at the sight of her bright red lipstick caressing the length of the cigarette butt.
She lifted up the brown paper carrier bag and marched out of the shop with a skip in her step, and she shivered with anticipation as she remembered the planned night ahead.
It was a chilly evening, but inside Angela was on fire. It wasn't certain to her as yet, if her flushed cheeks were glowing because of the cold night air blowing into her face, after the warmth of the shop, or if it was due to the heat radiating from inside her groins. She hoped it was the former because to acknowledge the latter would leave her embarrassed. She was hungry and spoiling for a night on her back.
Angela had carefully selected the asparagus, long and firm ready to steam until just tender, and rolled them into a layer of succulent, juicy Parma ham. She would allow Alan to eat from her fingers, insisting that he took every mouthful carefully and savour the intense flavour, before she would allow him to swallow. She had spent days planning tonight’s date, her smile teased at the corner of her mouth as she changed for his arrival.
Angela had cheated with the main course, scallops with a sensual white wine sauce. Round and firm balls of sheer pleasure to be swallowed greedily with a glass of delicious rose wine. The man at the fish counter had assured her that they had been lovingly prepared by his own fair hands, and he promised that they would taste of the sea. Crashing waves over the shore line to slowly ebb away to ripples over the sand. His description remained vivid in her mind as she began to perspire nervously.
Dessert, she had hoped, longed even, that she would be the dessert, but if all else failed she had prepared strawberries dipped lavishly in dark melted chocolate, served with freshly whipped cream and champagne, giddy bubbles of golden fluid to tickle the nose and the throat, and the invitation to a night of gloriously untameable pleasure.
Angela dressed in her new red negligee and pulled up her stockings to fit snugly into the small round buttons of her suspender belt. The little red feather g string was only meant for a giggle, but the rest of the evening had been planned for a totally orgasmic experience.
Angela’s heart pounded with anticipation as she saw the car headlights pass her window, and with a quick look in the mirror and a final shake of her hair, she sauntered toward the door.
There he stood in all his glory, a mass of rippling hard muscle, her blonde haired, brown eyed date graciously carrying a bunch of blood red roses.
Angela could not remember ever wanting a man more. She recalled how Alan and she had first met. She was looking to purchase a new property on the outskirts of town. Her split from her previous boyfriend had been a troublesome affair. Robert had been a pit bull terrier full of bitterness and rejection. His angst about the whole relationship had left Angela feeling drained and defeated. It was all she could concentrate on to find a new home for herself and her pampered pooch, a black poodle, called Mimi.
It was the window decoration of a beautiful and mesmerising dolls house that made Angela stop outside Alan’s office on that blustery day back in November. She couldn’t recall how long she stood and admired the doll’s house. Every detail was done to a fine art. The sumptuous living room with the mid ceiling candelabra, and the dark green velvet chaise long, reminded her of her own living room as she was growing up. It struck a chord in her mind and she could just remember herself sat on the chaise long with her father; sharing a beautifully written hard back copy of Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights.
Angela’s father had been a tower of strength after her mother had passed away. She was fourteen years old; a young lady beginning to blossom in the world full of grown-ups She already had a fair idea of what she wanted to do with her life, even at such a tender age.
“Oh daddy, isn’t Heathcliffe just the most gorgeous man ever?” she asked “He is the epitome of all men, dark and handsome, broody, yet knowing all along what he wants”
“You are fourteen years old, good God girl there is plenty of time for such fanciful thoughts. You have a lot of growing up to do before you should ever dream of settling down.” Her father glanced nonchalantly in Angela’s direction.
“Who said I wanted to settle down daddy, I want to be a kept woman?” her father glanced again in Angela’s direction, a wry smile crossing his face. She was his daughter that was for sure, he mused to himself. She was growing up to be a proper little madam.
The cold biting wind suddenly brought Angela back to her senses. She turned up the collar of her black woollen coat to protect her neck from the cold. The sky suddenly became dark, and down came the heaviest shower of hail that she could ever remember; hailstones the size of golf balls. Angela’s instincts told her to take shelter in the office just behind her. She flung the door wide open and walked arrogantly inside, brushing the hail stones off her coat onto the floor.
The pleasant aroma of lavender, gently stirred her senses and then the wonderful warmth from the central heating beginning to spread through her body made her feel much more comfortable.
“Good morning madam, that is some hail storm to hit us, isn’t it? The lady behind the desk, known as Helen, from her name badge asked.
“Come on in, can I get you a coffee. We always have a pot of freshly brewed coffee on reserve at this time of day?”
“Ohh thank you so much, that would be lovely. That is just what I need.”
Angela sat on the comfortable brown leather sofa alongside the window. Looking outside she noticed a white Continental Bentley GTC parked at the kerb side, with the hood down.
She laughed out loud, “Oh dear, someone will have his leather seats soaked through, do you know who owns the Bentley parked outside?”
“Oh goodness no,” Helen squealed from the kitchen. “Mr Ball will be furious; he has taken clients out to lunch!”
Angela sat watching amused as Helen rushed around the office trying to find the Bentley keys. Across the other side of the road was the well appointed Marco’s Italian Restaurant. Angela stood up,
“Maybe your Mr Ball has taken his keys with him,” she offered, then “Is this him in the tailored dark blue suit rushing across the road?”
But, before Helen had the chance to answer, the front door of the office swung open.
“Helen, where the hell are my car keys, you stupid bitch do you not know how expensive that car is. Any one in their right minds would have closed the hood once the hailstorm started.” Alan snatched the keys out of Helen’s hand and ran back outside.
“Loud mouthed jerk you work for,” Angela sneered.
Helen looked down trodden, tears teetering on her eye lashes, “He isn’t that bad once you get to know him, he’s highly strung that is all,”
“No I beg to differ Helen, that is not highly strung, that is darn right rude.” Angela glowered at Mr Ball as he returned to the office.
“Helen, what the hell were you thinking of leaving the hood open? Alan took off his jacket, shaking the hail all over the floor, watching the little white balls gently fade away into the lush brown carpet.
“Sorry Sir, I had just gone into the kitchen to brew a fresh pot of coffee, I ....er “
“Coffee, you are saying that making coffee was more important than attending to the hood on my car, is that what I pay you for, to make coffee?”
“No Sir, I...,”
“Was making a cup of coffee for me,” Angela rose from her seat by the window, sure that Alan had not noticed her.
“Helen was making coffee for me,” she said quietly.
“Oh, I am so sorry, how rude of me. I am Alan Ball.” He outstretched his hand to apologise.
Angela noticed how firm his hand shake was, it was obvious from his smooth, soft skin, that he had never done a hard day’s work in his life.
“Helen, what are you waiting for, go and fetch er,”
“Angela, a cup of coffee.” He held onto Angela’s hand just a little too long for Angela to feel comfortable with. Even thou she could not help herself noticing his sensual smile.
“No, it is fine, honestly. The hailstorm has passed, I would just as sooner return to my car if you don’t mind?”
“But I do mind,” Alan flashed another smile in Angela’s direction. “Please, I insist.” He gestured for Angela to take her seat at the window again.
“In fact allow me to take you to dinner this evening to apologise for my rudeness?”
“Not at all, that isn’t necessary, I will share a cup of coffee with you and then I really must head on. But thank you for the offer, it is much appreciated. I have already taken up too much of your time.”
There was something about this man that made her feel uneasy. It wasn’t just his handsome smile, or his arrogant persona, she just could not put her finger on it. But, she knew she really didn’t want to know him further.
The freshly brewed Columbian coffee was delicious, and certainly went a considerable way to making Angela feel warm again. She sat quietly watching the world pass by the window, all the time acknowledging that she could feel Alan’s eyes burning into the back of her neck.
“He has a brass nerve, asking me out.” Angela surmised to herself. She was tempted to leave her coffee and just leave. But, something kept her interested enough to sit just long enough to glance around the office and over the property sales details hanging from the walls. She particularly admired the details of a development property overlooking the Marine Lake. She hadn’t realised before entering the office that it belonged to a property developer.
She lifted her coffee cup and walked over to view the property details. Princes Apartments, the details read. The architectural drawing showed a development of approximately six luxuriously appointed apartments each one having stunning view across Princes Parade; to the Marine Lake and the sea beyond.
“These apartments look amazing. Are all six of them taken?” Angela could feel the softness of Alan’s breath on her neck as he was standing so close behind her, and she couldn’t help herself but shudder; the goose pimples standing to attention all over her body. She took another sip of her coffee and turned around to face Alan.
“Ah, I see you have noticed the masterpiece that is to become Princes Apartments,” Alan chuckled,
“No there are two left, the corner one which is south facing and receives the benefit of the sun all day long, and the centre one, slightly smaller than the others are still available.”
Angela could feel the slight pressure from Alan’s shoulder as he leaned across her to point out the available sites. The after shave that he was wearing was familiar. She thought for a moment, Aramis, the aftershave was Aramis. Subtle, sultry and slightly old fashioned; not at all suiting the dashing businessman that Alan’s persona portrayed. But strangely, she liked it.
“Maybe I could make an appointment to view. They are in the final stage of completion, are they not?”
Alan shifted a little uneasily on his feet. He was awestruck by Angela’s beauty. Her skin was as white as porcelain, smooth as silk and her beautiful shining black hair hung around her neck in tendrils. He observed from her fine clothes she was wearing that she was a lady of class. Alan couldn’t help himself, “these apartments are not cheap,” he bit his tongue instantly as Angela glared at him over the rim of her coffee cup.
“Do I look like I want to buy cheap?” she snapped, extremely annoyed at Alan’s miss-assumption.
Alan felt somewhat embarrassed and cast his eyes downwards before answering,
“I am so sorry; I didn’t mean to imply er.... of course you can make an appointment to view, how about this afternoon, my diary is free for the rest of the day.” He straightened his tie. “I can take you now if you would like, I am sure that it will not be too long before both of these apartments are sold.”
Angela gazed nonchalantly in Alan’s direction. She was still reeling from his latest observation of her so wrongly made. She placed her coffee cup on top of Helen’s desk with a charming smile in Helen’s direction. “Thank you so much. The coffee was really appreciated.” Picking up her gloves and coat she turned to face Alan. “OK what are we waiting for?”
Alan was taken aback by Angela’s matter of fact attitude. He glanced at her, wondering if she was the cool ice doll that she portrayed. She would be an adventure to enjoy. Or so he thought.
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