Kategorie: Sultry Tales

After a while, he wondered exactly what he’d gotten himself into. She was driving fast and he had to keep his foot on the gas to keep up. She was heading away from where he lived and he belatedly wondered exactly how far they were going. Abruptly the car ahead swung into a long driveway. He swore under his breath as he quickly flipped his indicator on and followed.

He saw that she had pulled up in front of a modest bungalow. There was a neat line of cars parked on either side of the driveway and he pulled up behind the last one. He exited the car and walked over to where she stood waiting, she flashed him a quick smile then reached for his hand wordlessly. It felt comfortable, as though they had done this a million times before. They walked side by side toward the heavy wooden doors. He squeezed her fingers in his and when she returned the pressure a thrill of anticipation ran through him.

He could hear the faint sounds of laughter and music as she lifted the heavy brass knocker and brought it down sharply. Instantly the door flew open and a tall curvy woman in a long dress was silhouetted in the doorway. “Hello, hello! Come right in!” she sang out. Trish tugged on his hand and he stepped into the wide doorway. “Hey, Simone! This is my boyfriend Renee“, Trish said as she hugged the other woman. Renee was taken aback, boyfriend?! “this is my cousin Simone,” Trish said without looking at him. He automatically extended a hand and Simone pulled him into an embrace. He was unprepared for the fleeting sensation of full breasts pressed against his chest, ”Oh don’t be so formal! come on in!” Simone said pulling him inside.

“So, what can I get you to drink ?” He finally had a good look at Simone, she was a beautiful woman. Her hair was hidden under a purple wrap which complemented her smooth caramel-colored skin and brown eyes.  The bodice of her dress displayed the kind of cleavage that attracted the eye. Her plum-colored lips were curved into a slight smile as she looked him over with frank curiosity. “Scotch straight up please,” he said.  As she went off to get the drink, he realized that Trisha had disappeared from his side.

He looked around the tastefully decorated room. There were a few people standing around in clusters. Jazz spilling from hidden speakers mingled with the murmur of conversation and sudden outbursts of muted laughter. Judging from the empty buffet table and the empty wine glasses that littered surfaces, the party was winding down.

Simone returned with drinks and handed him one. ‘Let me introduce you to the rest of the family” she said leading the way over to a group of women. “Everyone, this is Trisha’s boyfriend Renee” she announced. There were murmurs of “Hello, nice to meet you” as several pairs of eyes looked him over. He shook a few hands and smiled politely at others. He was a little irritated, this wasn’t what he expected. What had he expected? He had no idea but it wasn’t this! He wasn’t anyone’s boyfriend! “Hello, good night”, he murmured politely. Despite the little game she was playing, he was determined to keep his cool.

“Wow! Trisha is a sly one, how come she never told us she was dating this hunk of a man?” one of the older women asked plaintively. “Probably ‘cause it’s none of your business?” Someone retorted. Everyone laughed and he used the opportunity to look around for her again. She was in conversation with a tall silver-haired gentleman across the room. Excusing himself, he made his way over to her side.

As though sensing his approach, she turned around and smiled up at him. “Renee I’d like you to meet my dad,” she said, “Dad this is Renee.” The silvered-haired gentleman chuckled as he extended a hand. “Joe Hunte.” Please forgive my daughter for dragging you here”. “Very nice to meet you, sir, is that what she told you?” he asked raising his eyebrows at her. She looked up at him ruefully. “I’m sorry! I couldn’t show up to another one of these family gatherings without a date.”   He felt a little sorry for her but it didn’t reduce his irritation. “I see,” he said shortly. It was definitely time to go! He put his glass down on a nearby side table and turned to her, but before he could say anything, Joe spoke. “Please, you just got here man, join me for a cigar. Trish, get us the good stuff will you?”.  

Joe gestured towards open french windows nearby and he reluctantly stepped out onto a wooden deck. “Come, sit, I’m not going to bite,” Joe said pulling two chairs closer to a small table. He sat and looked around. Except for a couple seated at a far table talking quietly, the deck was empty. “So, what do you do when you’re not being picked up by strange women?” Joe asked teasingly as he settled himself into one of the comfortable chairs. For a moment he was taken aback then he laughed despite himself, Joe was having a bit of fun at his expense. “I’m an Accountant” he answered, “and I’ve never been picked up by a strange woman before.” “Well there’s always a first time for everything my boy and if it makes you feel any better I know my daughter has good taste!”

Joe looked at him thoughtfully for a moment “Don’t be too hard on her, these family gatherings can be tough, and she and I are a lot alike. We like our work and our own company too much.” He said ruefully. “I am probably to blame for that, she was only 15 when my wife passed. I pretty much threw myself into my work which meant she spent a lot of time alone.” He paused for a while then continued “I’m so proud of her, as a child she dreamed of becoming a doctor and she has worked very hard to accomplish that. Lately, her aunts have been pressing her to settle down.” he chuckled. “I know it gets to her sometimes, I just didn’t realize how much! I just want her to be happy” They both looked up as Trisha walked out onto the deck carefully balancing a silver tray.

“There she is!” Joe said sitting up and rubbing his hands together. Trisha set the tray on the table and he saw that it contained a Baccarat crystal decanter, 2 matching whiskey glasses, and a cedar wood humidor. “Thank you, my dear, aren’t you going to have a drink with us?” Trisha laughed, “No dad, I know you are happy to have someone else to drink your whiskey with tonight”. She patted her father’s arm affectionately then looked across at him, “come say goodbye before you leave okay?” He nodded and watched as she disappeared through the door leaving them alone again.

“So! it’s just the two of us then” Joe poured an equal measure of whisky into the two glasses and pushed one across the table to him. Raising their glasses in silent salute they both sipped. He was pleasantly surprised, it was smooth! almost creamy with smokey notes of – was that vanilla? He wasn’t sure but damn! it was good!  “Ahhh! that’s what I’m talking about!” Joe said jovially clapping his hands together. Renee chuckled, he was beginning to like this old guy, he reminded him of his grandfather.

He felt a wave of nostalgia, the whiskey, the cigars, that humidor – it all brought back boyhood memories of his grandfather. His grandfather always had a whiskey and cigar after dinner and he had enjoyed watching the cigar lighting ritual. He watched as Joe opened the ornate box and removed the cutter and the lighter and set them beside him on the table. Joe swiveled the box toward him, and he carefully selected one of the cigars and immediately brought it to his nose to inhale the familiar bouquet without removing the cellophane.

“My grandfather loved his cigars, but my dad never smoked and I don’t either, I just like to smell a good cigar,” he said ruefully. Joe smiled “that’s fine, as a child growing up my dad smoked only the finest cigars, on my 20^th birthday he showed me how to cut, toast, and light my first cigar. That was the beginning of my love story with cigars. My dad and I got together every birthday for a cigar and a whisky. That was our ritual until he passed a few years ago”.  He had cut his cigar and was patiently toasting it. Once the cigar was properly lit he settled back in his chair and blew out a stream of fragrant smoke. His face lit up with enjoyment and Renee chuckled “I can see how much you’re enjoying that.” “Oh yes! it’s one of life’s pleasures I can still enjoy”.