“Make yourself comfortable” Helen said “I need to freshen up”..she turned and left the room. I walked around looking at the décor…interesting…a blend of taste and and understated elegance. I had never been in Helen’s apartment as a matter of fact this was an unexcepted meeting tonight. We had last been together sometime in late 2000. The art work that hung was wonderful…Dali, van Gogh, Luis Royo..and…mercy me two ancient pin up one by Vargus and the other by Petty…
I was enjoying the view of Central Park when I heard a door open…turning I saw Helen aha.. not the Helen I came in with but.. a sublime and seductive woman. It was as if I had been hit in the solar-plexus. She stood with her hands on her hips…legs slightly apart..dressed in a sheer black mmm..not a robe..aha a coverall..no..my God it really didn’t matter.
http://www.webmaze.com/memberpages/rachel/helensilkad.jpg A black bra and thong were visible beneath ..what ever it was. As my knees started to trimble I was able to hold on to the edge of the couch. Helen smiled, my reactions were as she wished. She walked to me and kissed me softly on the cheek..”come sit down” she said in a low voice. Taking my hand she led me to a high backed wooden chair off the living room. It was a relief to take my weight off my failing knees. As I sat down Helen flung open her whatever-you-call it and sat down on me straddling my lap. BAM…another blow to my solar-plexus! “Peter..let’s talk. Looking down tan muscular thighs separated black nylon hight-thighs and a tight black spandex thong. The spandex was a second skin to the creases and whatever else it covered. I opened my mouth to speak..but no words came out…I nodded my head “yes”.
“I want to apologize for my actions the last time we met”..I opened my mouth to speak and Helen put her one hand over my mouth and continued…”I have had men before, and I have been with some who thought they were men but that weekend with you …you were a completely different and very perplexing partner. I’m not sure if you picked up on my mood when it changed from lust to a game of competition. When you matched my efforts, pleasure for pleasure, touch for touch, I was sure you were playing the game also. It was much later I realized it was not a game for you..you were simply giving me the pleasures I enjoyed”. Again I opened my mouth…again her hand stopped me from speaking. I’ve wanted all these years to call you to tell you I was sorry for acting like a slut. It was my pride that stopped me. Tonight when I saw you I was flustered. I knew I had an opportunity to..as one might say..repent for my behavior. Will you forgive me?” When I spoke it was in a soft trembling voice…my first word was the classic..”Aha…”.
“Please say yes” Helen wisphered in my ear..please”. “Yes” I said in a soft voice. Helen kissed my ear. “I have something for you” she said..”let the games begin” I thought. She reach across to a table and handed me a small box wrapped in shiny black paper and tied with red ribbon. “Open it”..the tone was more of a command than a request. The box had Tiffany stamped on its top. Inside was a rather large sterling silver ring..it was about a half inch wide with small studded spikes around its circumference. I thought as I look at it..”to large for a finger..or an ear..or a nose or a bellybutton…must be for my….nah..she wouldn’t..or would she?” Engraved inside was..”for you_ Peter 12/5/2000..Lest we forget…Helen.
Now if the evening had been a ménage-a –trois with Lindsey Davis..the story would have certainly made the Times. In what section one might only speculate..the Front Page..Sports..Arts and Entertainment? How Lindsey slanted her words would surely determine its location. But whatever or how well she wrote she would not have been able to capture the ambience of the evening.
Details of the evening to be continued…
