Chapter 31, Edward’s Upscale World
Some night dates with Edward were domestic due to time stress. I purchased food on the way over, started dinner, we had our 15 minutes, I got up, finished cooking and we ate. Then as a domestic couple, with little more to say to one another after sex and eating, we watched TV or read until my time to leave.
More often we went out, to a
restaurant with lounge where he introduced mix drink cocktails and upgraded my
dining out deportment. At his direction I ordered a gin and tonic unless the
bartender professional. Then I was allowed a Singapore Sling. It had to be with
Beefeater Gin, Benedictine, Cointreau, grenadine syrup, pineapple juice, lime
juice and a dash of Angostura all shook and poured in a glass with ice. Then
cherry brandy was poured over an upside down spoon for top off to which was
added a maraschino cherry and pineapple slice. Arriving at the lounge I would
plead for a Singapore Sling. Edward checked with the bartender and if his criteria
were met he obliged me. We sat at the bar so I could watch it made but was
limited to 2.
Dinner was accompanied with a wine lesson about selecting wine by area source, year of vintage and the menu selected. Neither of us liked dessert but he introduced after dinner liqueurs like Amaretto and Benedictine B & B. After dinner I was hot to go as he said. When he walked me to the Porsche my cheeks were flush from the Singapore Slings before dinner, the wine during and the liqueur after. Once in the car I darted my tongue in his ear as he sped to the apartment for my undressing
"Nooners" in contrast were sober trysts but often accompanied by his rapidly undressing, re-dressing and undressing me with some new item to accent my beauty as he said.
On a few occasions it was to San Francisco.
The first time he wanted to go to Fisherman’s Warf but I nixed it because of my
first kiss there. Instead we ate Italian in North Beach away from the tawdry
Broadway’s Red Balloon with its slide down and Carol Doda and her swing. After
dinner, flush with drinking, we walked out to the fog hand in hand. The valet
ran to retrieve his Porsche, revved the engine as he returned, parked with a
little squeal of tires, jumped out, ran around and opened the door for me. He
stood close and brushed against me as I got in.
Upset, Edward, told him he just got
his tip, I laughed as we zoomed up and down hills until stopped at the top of a
steep hill by a red light. While he played with the brake, clutch and gas pedals
to keep from sliding down I bent over, unzipped his pants and pulled out Sir
Lancelot. When the light changed and he shifted gears I shifted Sir Lancelot
into high gear, erect, as we sped to the freeway on ramp at the end of
Broadway. On the freeway home I gently stroked and kissed him to keep him erect
until we parked in his space.
I was wet and jumped out of the car
as he struggled to get his pants re-zipped without catching Sir Lancelot in his
zipper. Unable to tuck him in, he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down then
back up and we raced to his apartment laughing, holding hands with his pants
unbuckled and held up by his free hand.
Past the door I lay on the couch, lifted my dress and pulled my panty down with shoes still on. He pulled his pants and underwear down without taking his shoes off and zip was in me. We did it on the couch in a fast release of built up sexual explosion. We then went up to his bedroom for relaxed seconds but it was too late. In our rush we had skipped the condom.