Chapter 48, Apartment Rug Burns
I expected Elliot's interest to wane
once he added me to his "seduced list" but the opposite occurred. He
pestered to see me, said he’d never met anyone like me. I asked how many he’d
"met”. He didn’t reply.
The assumed cherry blossom
relationship bearing fruit, being a Governor Hotel elevator mystery woman, his
invading my home turf or my traipsing to his was out. To ripen, our
relationship needed a love nest. If he balked it meant "wham, bam, thank
you, ma'am". Instead he readily agreed and asked were. I suggested
downtown near my office, a place with heavy retail traffic which would provide
me convenient and covert ingress and egress. A week later he gave an address. I
parked near it and did a street walk inspection.
It was an older 2 story corner building, two blocks from the office with first floor retail outlets and offices above. The Mexican restaurant on one side and corner French Bakery, were popular and familiar to me. On the secondary street was a courtyard with hair salon, restrooms, a metal staircase and an ornate elevator. I also had rear alley access. The space above the bakery appeared to be an apartment. It looked good, too good. At the office I phoned Elliot and scheduled an 11 AM inspection.
Walking from the office, to get
"pastry", we met at the corner. Without recognition we entered the
courtyard and took the elevator up. At the 2nd floor landing, acting
as if a real estate agent, he pointed out positive attributes. The corridor led
to a second stairwell and down to the main street frontage street, there was
only one apartment and it was above the corner bakery, it had an entry nook
area not visible from office corridor users and the building was fire sprinkled
but this was an add on. The set up was ideal, so ideal my initial thought was
it’s his pad for discreet married women seduction.
In the entry nook he handed me the key. With the key inserted in the retro door lock, a little jiggling, the lock dead bolt turned and the door swung open. The apartment was vacant. Vacancy assuaged my suspicion it was for his discreet married women harem. It was only for one, me.
The windows had retro white, wide slat Venetian blinds, pulled down and closed.
I did my client walk through, surveyed
the small kitchen, the dining/living area and the bedroom and its bathroom. At
a corner window I bent a slat open and peered down at pedestrians. They were so
close but couldn’t see me. An erotic purveyor sensation swept me.
He waited behind, as if waiting for
a client’s agreement to sign a lease. I reached down into my purse, pulled out
the pill box and handed it to him. As he fumbled about I lifted my skirt pulled
my panty down, gripped the window sill and bent down, wet. He was hard, very
hard as he entered. I guided his hands to my hips and as in the Governor Hotel