We arranged to meet at the Brasil coffee house across the street from Mark's Restaurant.
She arrived early and was sitting at a small table on the lush, shaded patio as I stood watching her from the doorway.
She hadn't yet seen me.
Chestnut. The color of her hair.
How often did the word "chestnut" enter my mind at all, much less when noticing a woman's hair? But that was the color.
Rich, wavy, full of body, and down almost to the middle of her back. Not overdone. On the contrary, very becoming. Her appearance was striking.
Short, tight, black sleeveless dress studded with those sparkly things, whatever the hell they're called.
A wide plunging neckline revealed stunningly beautiful breasts.
Shapely, full, creamy. Perfect.
Her demeanor was essentially intelligence and fun, with good looks enough to live for.
The greatest smile I have seen in my life.
We enjoyed a quiet leisurely dinner at Mark's.
It was a perfect evening.
We walked to her car where she very easily and with a measure of modesty expressed how she had enjoyed herself. Some classy chick.
There was no hesitation or awkwardness in our kiss.
We were communicating, and we each knew what the other was saying.
Busy work schedules and business travel, though, were something we had in common, and we didn't know when we would see each other again.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Twelve days later, on a Saturday afternoon, I pulled my vibrating cell phone from my side coat pocket and saw her name listed as the caller.
Smiled to myself, opened the line and cheerfully said, "Well hello."
The sun was bright and the autumn air was crisp as I continued down the sidewalk toward my chirping car.
"Get your ass over here and help me cheer on these fucking Longhorns. I'm not kidding, they need serious help, get your butt over here so they don't lose."
I laughed loudly and began explaining that I was working, on my way to a coat-and-tie meeting with some people who had a lot of money I wanted to spend, but maybe I could get free later.
She hung up on me.
I stood in the sun next to my shiny car, nonplussed. Drawing a total blank.
For the life of me I couldn't figure out what had just happened.
Feisty. Lively. Aggressive.
She was all these.
Knew what she wanted and usually got it.
I pounded hard on the door with the butt-end of my fist.
"What the hell took you so long, Zorro? I figured you must have taken the goddam bus," as her arms encircled my neck, pulling my face down to hers.
Here we were communicating through our lips again, only this time her message to me was scented with tequila. Patron Silver, a personal favorite---something else in common.
I kicked the door closed behind me as she began yanking and nearly tearing my suit coat off my arms.
"Easy, baby, that's an expensive...."
"Oh don't be such a pussy."
The jacket was on the floor and she was undoing, not gently, my $128 silk tie.
Three minutes later we were half naked and walking---actually, I was walking, she had her arms around my neck and her bare legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
Walked through her living room and down the hallway, entered her bedroom.
Through her kissing mouth and tongue came, "Next....next room."
Turning, I nearly stumbled, she giggled as we tilted toward the door and into the hallway once again.
Our kissing was erotic, smooth, extremely wet and breathy. And notably aggressive, I thought, as she bit into my lower lip. I groaned in pain, she squealed and laughed.
On her king-size bed, nearly naked---she was wearing her panties and my tie---we smiled, slowed, and began to indulge ourselves in each other's knowledge and experience.
Hands, arms, legs, cock, breasts, pussy, mouths moved in smooth warm wet synchronization. I spoke in a half-whisper, "What do you like?" feeling her breasts, lifting, squeezing, pressing her creamy tits in circles against her chest.
"What is it you think you want from me?"
She smiled that gorgeous smile as her eyes relaxed and took on an incredibly sensual look, staring deeply into me.
"A woman like you," as I planted slow wet kisses all around her ear, "you know what you want....what is it you always want? What are you and I going to do in this big bed?"
We kissed deeply, mouths opening wide.
