- Chance Meetings
- Business Before Pleasure: Part Five
Business Before Pleasure: Part Five
- By R.W. Shannon
- Published November 15, 2011
- Chance Meetings
We sat in Atlas Bistro in Scottsdale with both my and Aiden’s parents. His mother, Judy, sat on my right. My mother on my left. The men sat across from us. This was the first time our parents have met each other. His parents flew in to town to celebrate our engagement. We haven’t set a date yet, but that didn’t stop my mother and future mother-in-law from making plans.
Aiden, of course, was as cool as a cucumber. He calmly sipped his carrot soup appetizer from the white porcelain cup like he’d been doing it all his life. Catching me watching him, he winked at me. If only he wasn’t so handsome. Black hair. Steely blue eyes. Alabaster skin. Black suit. White shirt. Pink tie. I sighed.
I looked exactly like my mother. Honey complexion. Dark curly hair. Light brown eyes. While Aiden was a spitting image of his mom. As they discussed flowers that will be perfect for the dress I haven’t even thought about yet, I was a nervous wreck. Every time I picked up my cup, orange drops would spill over the side. My hands shook so badly. The waiter appeared to clear our dishes. He frowned at my full cup.
“Didn’t like it?” He asked, clearly concerned at my lack of appetite.
“It was fine,” I said but offered no further explanation.
Crossing my legs, I inhaled sharply and quickly uncrossed them. Aiden convinced me to wear the butterfly beneath my black dress. Sans panties. And he had the damn thing on the fourth settling. Where the tiny penis vibrated, pulsated and stroked the walls of my pussy all at once. I was so fearful everyone could hear the tiny motor running that I was afraid to move. But I had to. I was about to cum. Hard.
Aiden’s phone buzzed. Excusing himself, he left the table to answer it. He refused to meet my angry gaze as he walked away. I cursed him under my breath.
“Cyd,” My mother was saying. “I was thinking about March. It won’t be too hot, then.”
“Ooh,” Judy cooed. “March would be perfect! Too bad there’s no coastline here. Something near the water would be perfect.”
“Well,” my mom answered. “There’s this place that I was thinking of. They have a manmade lake. We can go look at it tomorrow.”
“Perfect!’ Judy replied.
I wondered if I would be invited on the excursion. Right now, I didn’t care. I had other things on my mind, or rather, between my legs. I gripped the edge of the table to stop myself from sliding out of my seat. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Aiden. Bathroom. Now. It read. Without hesitation, I pushed back my chair and grabbed my purse.
“I’ll be back,” I managed to say.
Squeezing my legs together so the vibrator didn’t fall out, I tip toed my way to the bathroom. When I reached the ladies room, Aiden grabbed me from behind and pushed me inside. Luckily, all three stalls were empty. He shoved me inside the large handicapped stall. Aiden yanked up my dress and unstrapped the butterfly. It fell to the floor.
“We don’t have much time,” he said.
I gripped the cold metal handles and bent over. He shoved his cock deep into me. Panting, I tried to keep up as he pummeled my opening. Oh. God. I was so there. A few more pumps and I was going to cum. He smacked my ass. I shrieked. My leg trembled and barely held me upright.
The bathroom door creaked open. I heard my mother voice. Then, Judy’s. Fuck! Aiden covered my mouth with his hand but didn’t stop thrusting. As they continued to plan my wedding without my input, they each went into a stall. I tensed. My pussy quivered. I was going to blow. Aiden pulled my earlobe between his lips and suckled. Shit. Moaning, I came. In the process, I accidently bit his finger. Aiden groaned in pain but didn’t stop.
One toilet flushed. Then, the other. I heard the faucets running as the women washed their hands. Aiden shoved his cock deep in me. I locked my elbows to keep my head from hitting the wall. The bathroom door opened and the women left. I sighed in relief.
“Why do you do this to me,” he asked. His voice was cool against my ear.
“This is your fault.”
Aiden shuddered. Groaning, he released inside of me just as the bathroom door opened again. The woman hadn’t moved into a stall. Aiden pulled out his cock. I stood up and smoothed down the hem of my dress. I picked up the butterfly and shoved it into my purse. Pulling me into his arms, Aiden kissed me passionately.
“How do we get out of here?” I whispered when he released my mouth.
Unnerved, Aiden opened the door. Taking my hand, he led me out of the stall and stopped in his tracks. The woman at the sink looked at him in the mirror. I could tell that it wasn’t the kind of surprised look one would have seeing a man in the ladies bathroom. It was one of recognition. They knew each other. In a naked way.
She turned around to look at him dead on. The woman was older with frosted blonde hair. A spray-on tan and fake breasts. Clearly, she wasn’t his type. Now. Her gaze flowed from me to him. Silently, Aiden tightened his grip on my hand and pulled me to the door.
“Who was that,” I asked when we were in the hallway.
“She’s was probably a client,” Stace said the next day as we jogged around Tempe Town Lake.
This was our normal seven am Saturday morning ritual. I had to step up my game now that I was getting married. Maybe. It all still seemed surreal.
“That wasn’t the kind of look you’d give someone who was just a client,” I countered.
“How did he react after it?”
“You know him. No reaction at all.”
Stace, my business partner and best friend, shook her head. Her blonde ponytail taped me on the shoulder as we rounded the corner. “It’s probably nothing.”
I sighed. She was probably right. I shake off the nagging feeling of doubt. Stace burst into laughter.
“I can’t believe they heard you,” she giggled.
I groaned. “My mom put it together.”
“Your mom’s cool.”
“I couldn’t look at Judy for the rest of the night.”
I giggled at the memory. Throughout the rest of the meal, Aiden would text me what he was going to do to me later that night. His mother caught a glimpse of one. Though she gave me a strange look, she didn’t comment. I was sure that she already knew her son had the sex drive of a bull.
Suddenly, Stace squealed. “You’re getting married!”
I smiled. “I know.”
“Why haven’t you started planning?”
“We’ve only been engaged for a month. Why do I need to start planning now?”
“Because it is exciting.”
“You were a bitch.” I snorted and elbowed her in the side.
“I know. I said I was sorry. That’s because I was so stressed out.”
I blew out air. I had the ‘privilege’ of being Stace’s maid of honor at her wedding and it almost ruined our friendship. I vowed to never be that controlling. We finished our cool down lap and then walked to our cars to stretch out. Suddenly, I began to feel queasy. I leaned against my car door and waited for the feeling to pass. Maybe, I overdid it. I also skipped breakfast this morning, which was a no-no.
“I’m going to warn you now,” Stace advised as she bent to touch her toes with ease. “There’s going to be a point when you might break up and think you’re never going to get back together.”
“Ha,” I snorted.
“I’m being serious. When I was planning, Paul kept putting the invitations in the envelopes backwards. Even after I showed him seven times how to do it right. But, he didn’t listen to me. And it got me thinking, if he’s not listening to me about this now, what’s going to happen after we’re married.”
“Ya’ll were touch and go from day one.”
She straightened her posture and laughed. “True. I’m just warning you that the feeling is normal.”
I unzipped the pocket on my shorts and took out my keys. “But you didn’t break up.”
“The only way Aiden and I will break up is if he’s keeping something from me.”
She rolled her eyes. “I doubt he is.”
After hugging me good-bye, I climbed into my car but a wave of dizziness washed over me. I rested my head on the steering wheel. It could be the flu. I had planned to stop at the bookstore and pick up a few bridal magazines. But, those plans were out. The couch and some home improvement shows were calling my name. Lifting my head, I started the car and drove straight home.
When I arrived, I felt the bile rising in my stomach. I threw the car in park and turned off the engine. I bolt from the car for the front door. Once inside, I made a beeline for the hallway bath where I dry heaved into the toilet. Aiden appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in a navy t-shirt and plaid sleep bottoms. His feet were bare. When I left, he was on the computer in the home office, checking his email.
“What’s wrong,” he asked. His voice was filled with concern.
“I don’t know. I just felt sick all of the sudden.”
I flushed. And then, rinsed my mouth out in the sink. He stroked my back as I splash water on my face.
“Take it easy,” he said. “Why don’t you go lie down?”
“My purse is still in the car.”
“I’ll get it. Don’t worry.”
Smiling, I slowly climb the stairs while Aiden went to retrieve me purse and gym bag. I stopped halfway up. My stomach growled. Turned around, I double backed to the kitchen. Aiden had been cooking breakfast. Pans filled with eggs and bacon littered the stove top. My mouth watering, I got a plate from the cabinet and loaded it up.
“Want toast?” He asked when he rounded the corner.
He put four slices of wheat toast in the toaster. While it cooked, he fixed his own plate. I sat mine on the table and got the orange juice from the refrigerator. I hated it, but suddenly had a taste for it. Aiden watched me curiously, but didn’t comment. I looked at him. His face looked like he wanted to tell me something, but he didn’t know how to say it. I sat at table and braced myself for the horrible news.
“What is it?” I asked.
The toast popped up. He got it and joined me at the table.
“The woman in the bathroom,” He confessed.
Because my stomach grumbled again, I speared my eggs and shoveled them into my mouth. It was also, to stop myself from cursing him out.
“She was a client of mine.” Aiden said.
“What kind of client?”
The way he said ‘client’ didn’t sit right with me. I waited for him to continue while I buttered my toast.
“Back in college, I got a job as an escort.” He said in a rush.
I almost choked “What?!”
Aiden held up his hands. “Not that kind of escort. Women would come to town on business with their husbands and it was my job to keep them company.”
My mouth suddenly went dry. I sipped my orange juice, swallowed hard, and then asked, “She was one of these women?”
I balled a paper napkin in my hand. “So…did you…with her?”
Aiden squared his shoulders. “Her name is Afton Sweedmore. One drunken night…I did.”
Sitting back in my chair, I forced myself to breath. That was his past. I could deal with that, but I wondered how many more there were. Or, maybe I didn’t want to know. I drank a healthy swig of juice as if it were vodka. Now, I wished it was. “Is that all?”
He took my hand in his and squeezed it. “I promise.”
“How long did you escort these women?”
“A couple of months. I quit when I got my internship at Charles Schwab.”
Aiden pulled me into his arms. He hadn’t showered yet, so his scent was earthy and musky. Inhaling deeply, I snuggled against him. I wanted to believe him, and a part of me did. Was that really all that was in his closet? Why was he just telling me this now? Would he have if he hadn’t run into his former client? Because I really didn’t want to end up on Dr. Phil. Aiden kissed the top of my head.
We finished breakfast. I stood to begin cleaning up, but he stopped me.
“I thought I told you to lay down.” he said.
“I will. But, I want to shower first.”
He picked me up and tossed me over her shoulder. My protests fell on deaf ears as he carried me up the stairs.
“Let’s go.” Aiden said.
After showering, we declared it a no clothes kind of day and settled in on the couch in the media room to watch movies. A red throw was draped over our entwined bodies. We were supposed to meet Aiden’s parents this afternoon and travel to the ghost town just outside Phoenix, near Tombstone, but they called to cancel our plans to go wine tasting with my parents instead. While I was glad they were getting along, I was worried that my mother and Judy were still planning my wedding without me.
It was just past eight in the evening. After taking a three hour nap and eating the Chinese takeout dinner, I felt much better. I looked up at Aiden. His eyes were closed but I knew he wasn’t asleep. He listening to the legal thriller that played on the plasma tv. Dialogue intrigued him. He’d say, “Did you hear how the prosecutor dismissed the witness with that one word?” I’d think it’s the big word in the middle of the sentence, but Aiden would argue it was the word “the”.
I looked down at his lap. His cock rested peacefully against his thigh. I curled my hand around his flaccid shaft. That part of him, too, wasn’t really asleep. Stroking the taut muscle, I scrunched down and covered it with my mouth. His earthy scent made me horny. Moaning, I skimmed my mouth up and down his shaft. He inhaled sharply and cupped the back of my neck.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
Lifting my head, I continued to massage his cock. “Nothing.”
“I think you’re being a bad girl.”
I froze. My pulse sped up. His eyes were still closed when I looked at him. But, that didn’t mean anything.
“No, I’m not.” I said. I traced the head of his cock with my index finger.
“Do you remember, Cydnee Michelle, what happens to bad girls?”
My mouth went dry as every cell in my body quivered. The color rushed to my cheeks. I remembered very well what Aiden was capable of. I also knew he probably had more tricks up his sleeve that I haven’t even seen yet. The throw slipped from around my shoulders as I eased away from him but his cock was still in my hand.
Aiden opened his eyes. His intense blue gaze washed over me like warm water and my dark nipples puckered. Suddenly, I forgot how to breathe. I released his cock and slowly backed off of the couch. A head start wouldn’t help. He had the reflexes of a cat.
“Get dressed,” he said.
I raised my eyebrow. “Why? Where are we going?”
He got up off of the couch and headed for the stairs. “You’ll see.”
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This article is part 3 of a 4 part series. Other articles in this series are shown below:
Business Before Pleasure: Part Five