Needful Ch. 02

She lead him out of the kitchen and turned left into a hallway that headed toward the front of the house. They passed a dining room and a library before Annie made a right and lead him into a very comfortable sitting room with a fireplace. The furniture was all over-stuffed and looked like it might be heaven just to sink into.

"I am going to leave you here while I go change. I won't be but a minute. If any of the others stop by, tell them you are with me. Okay?"

His response was a none too brilliant. "What others?"

Annie chuckled saying, "I may be a highly prized professional, but I can't afford a place like this on my own. Not yet anyway."

With that she turned and left the room. Tim decided to have a closer look at the pictures in the room. Most of them looked like artist's renderings of extravagant architectural projects. He recognized the one portrait in the room as being the face of Frank Lloyd Wright. He guessed that the others were also into architecture or Annie had a lot of influence where this room was concerned.

He was startled by a high-pitched throat clearing. Turning, he saw a woman standing in the doorway. She looked to be about thirty-five or so. She was short, maybe five foot tall with slim build. Her lean appearance was interrupted by her breasts. Tim started to wonder if large breasts were a requirement for living in this immense house. The woman's hair, styled to frame her face, was a well groomed, rich brunette.

Her night gown and light peignoir didn't seem like the way to confront a stranger in your home, but she seemed comfortable with her attire and Tim liked what he saw. She was athletically built with square shoulders, a flat tight belly and strong looking limbs.

"I'm waiting for Annie. We're going out for a while." he offered.

"I know. She asked me to check on you and see if you were okay. I'm Kelly. I have the suite next to Annie's."

"Nice to meet you Kelly. I'm Tim. I'm the designated driver for the night."

"She didn't say anything about drinking. Where are you going?", Kelly asked.

"Annie said we were going dancing, but she didn't say where," he answered.

"Oh, dancing. That sounds like a great night out. If I weren't already falling asleep, I'd ask to tag along. I hope you both have a good time."

Feeling bold, possibly because of her attire, Tim said, "Maybe you and I could go dancing one night. Do you have a favorite spot? I'm afraid dancing, as an evening's entertainment, is a bit new to me and I don't know where I would take you."

"Why you precious young man! I would love to step out one night. And yes, we all seem to have a favorite place to go dance. Annie will probably take you to The Willows tonight. It's a casual place that caters to couples more than the singles and they play romantic music. You should love the place."

"And where would you go to dance an evening away?", he asked. "Oh, I like The Willows too. It is nice to dance in someone's arms and feel them close to you. Guess I'm an old romantic at heart."

Tim could have sworn that her nipples, visible from the moment he saw Kelly, hardened noticeably as she spoke. Tim couldn't help but respond physically. His cock stiffened a little and Kelly couldn't help but notice it. She gasped, raising her hand to her mouth as if shocked, but giggled and closed the distance between them. As she reached him, she took a deliberate look down at his groin, then hugged him.

"You sure know how to make a woman feel good about herself, Tim. I almost wish you were taking me out tonight."

"Does that mean that tomorrow night wouldn't be too early for you?", he asked, embarrassed, but emboldened.

Kelly gasped again, dropping her head against his chest. It was an uncomfortable feeling. But it also felt very sexy, since his cock was stabbing into her upper abdomen and she didn't do the least thing to retreat. He liked the feel of her.

Like a kid, she said, "Do you really mean it? I haven't been anywhere but work for the last four months."

"Yes, I mean it. You are a captivating woman and I'd love to spend some time with you. Are we on for tomorrow night then?"

"Oh yes. I can't wait! Oh! Would you dress up a little bit and wear a sport coat or suit?"

Tim was a little puzzled, since she'd said The Willows was supposed to be a place for casual attire, but said, "Sure. Not a problem."

At that moment, Annie came into the room and asked, "What's not a problem?"

"Annie! This nice young man asked if I would go dancing with him tomorrow night. Do you mind I if borrow him for an evening?"

"Kell, he's not mine to lend. I suggested dancing tonight, because we both felt like doing something. If he wants you to go dancing with him tomorrow, that's great. I hope that you both have a good time.

"I just hope he still intends to have a good time with me tonight. Right, Tim?"

"Absolutely. I wouldn't want to disappoint a beautiful woman."

Turning back to Kelly, Annie remarked, "Isn't he sweet, Kell?"

"He certainly is. Just try not to wear him out so that he changes his mind about tomorrow. Okay?"

"He'll be okay for tomorrow. For now though, come on Tim. The place isn't an after hours place, so let's get there before they bar the doors."

"You bet. But can I ask where we are going?"

"It's a quiet place called The Willows. Do you know it?"

"Not yet. Kelly said you might pick that one. Good night Kelly. I'll see you tomorrow about eight-thirty? Is that all right?"

"It certainly is. See you then, Tim!"

Annie and Tim linked arms and made their way back to his car. When they got seated and buckled in, Tim paused before starting the engine. He turned to Annie and asked, "Does it bother you that I asked Kelly out tomorrow night? She just sounded so excited about the prospect of getting out and going dancing."

"Of course not. Kelly can do whatever she wants and so can you. I just wanted some company tonight and you made me feel very comfortable at your house. I liked that you looked at me so much and you were such a good sport about how I teased you. Hope that you didn't mind too awful much. It all made me want to know you better."

"I am glad you do. You intrigued me as well. If I can be frank with you...".

She hesitated a second before saying, "Sure. Go ahead."

Acknowledging her consent with a nod, Tim said, "You had me hoping that it wasn't all teasing." Tim swallowed hard, hoping that he didn't just put his foot in it.

For her part, Annie gazed into his eyes for a moment, then leaned between the seats. As her face neared his, she raised her left hand to the back of his neck and pulled his lips to hers. The kiss started soft and warm. The gentleness of it was more like floating than kissing. As the kiss lengthened, she increased the pressure, finally opening her mouth slightly, darting her tongue out to touch his lips. He responded in kind, flicking his tongue out to meet hers.

She released his neck and broke the kiss. Again she gazed into his eyes. Then she said, "No Tim. It was not just teasing. I think I want you, but I need to spend time with you first. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind. I confess that I would gladly go upstairs to bed with you right now, if you wanted, but I would prefer to know more about you too. All of the conversation that I heard were mostly shop talk. Hope you don't mind if I'd like to hear more on a personal level."

"Just makes you feel better to me, if you want the truth. It's easy to find somebody to have sex with. It's much nicer and more difficult to find someone that wants to spend time getting to know you as well. Thanks for understanding. No one has been this good to me since Louie died. It seems most guys can't see passed my chest."

Traces of sadness briefly shown in her face, but she quickly brightened and said, "So are we going or not?"

Tim grinned at her and started the engine. Annie navigated their way to The Willows. As they left the car and headed for the front door of the establishment, Annie explained that this was a place she and Louie, her husband, had discovered a few months before he was killed. Again, her face betrayed sorrow but rebounded to brighter spirits.

When they entered, they were suddenly engulfed in the romantic light of candles. The atmosphere was one of utter romance and sensuality. The foyer was finished in rich wood grain walls studded with three hurricane lamps on each side. White candles burned in them, flames dancing in the soft ventilation that carried a touch of vanilla incense.

Beyond the foyer was an area of tables and booths. All of the seating accommodations were sized for two occupants only. The tables each had two plush high back chairs. The two walls adjoining the foyer were lined with booths. The booths had only one bench and clear floor space on the opposite side, presumably for the wait staff to use to avoid reaching over one occupant to serve the other. Backing this space was a partition high enough to prevent prying eyes from peering over from the next booth. About half of the seating was taken.

Across the dining area from them was the dance floor. The dim light on the dance floor lent a romantic air to the scene of dancers embraced as the soft music played. The quality of the sound system was perfection. It would never be flaws in the music that broke anyone's mood on the dance floor. Music poured over the dance floor from speakers in the ceiling. The music itself was slow, melodious and pleasingly arranged. The sound system must have cost a fortune. The sound quality was incredible. It drew you into the mood of the place.

Nor would the shuffle of slow dancing feet disturb anyone. There was a soft, maroon carpet on the floor to muffle the sounds of shifting feet. Tim could well understand why couples would pick this place to dance some time away. The whole setting catered to their romantic pleasure.

The one remaining wall, to the right side of the dining area housed the bar. Aside from the candles safely distributed around the dining area, the soft lighting behind the bar was the only illumination within the dining and dancing area. Harsher lighting was visible through two small serving ports in the wall at the right end of the bar. These provided access to and from a small kitchen that prepared light foods for those inclined to nibble.

After having quickly taken all of this in, Tim turned to Annie to take her jacket. He hesitated because the look on Annie's face was one of uncertainty.

"Are you okay, Annie?"

"Yeah. It's just that I haven't been here since Louie died and I feel a little shaky."

"Do you want to leave? We can go somewhere else or just call it a night, if you wish."

"It's really sweet of you to let me duck out if I want, but I want to be here. It'll be okay."

Waiting a moment longer for her to set her mind, Tim stepped behind her and started to take her jacket from her shoulders. She flinched as though not expecting it, then shrugged her way out of the jacket. He took her jacket to the cloak room.

She had turned to face him as he returned. She was stunning. Her outfit started with a satin blouse of a rich blue color. A bare gold zipper, topped by large ring, provided an glittering accent for the blue sheen of the blouse. The neckline plunged deeply between her breasts, revealing luscious cleavage topped by an elongated "O". Without the sports bra she had been wearing at his house, those generous breasts of hers were jutting out tantalizingly. They rode high and set like two firm mounds pressing against the thin blouse.

The tails of her blouse were tucked snugly into tight-fitting knee length skirt that had a thigh-high slit on the left side. The black satin skirt covered black nylons that seemed to shimmer in the dim light every time Annie shifted her stance. Black patent leather low heels finished off Annie's outfit. She was a vision. With her slouch banished, her stunning body was presented to its best advantage.

When Tim reached her, he said, "You look absolutely wonderful."

To his surprise, she embraced him giving him a kiss on the cheek and said. "Thank you, Tim!"

With that, she turned and lead him to a booth. Tim seated her first. Before Tim could seat himself, a waiter approached their booth. He waited while Tim got settled, then asked if they would care for drinks or would prefer to see a menu. Annie ordered a martini. Tim told the waiter that he was only twenty and was the lady's designated driver for the evening, so he would have a cola.

The waiter nodded, mentioning the wisdom of D.D.'s and headed for the bar. As the waiter left, Annie hooked her arm through Tim's and leaned her head on his shoulder. Tim was going to ask if she was okay, but decided to leave it alone for now. He thought she might still be wrestling with her memories and he didn't wish to intrude.

The drinks were delivered with a courteous bow from the waiter who then disappeared without a sound. Annie lifted the olive to her lips and nibbled it into non-existence. She lifted her glass in salute and said, "To tonight." Tim returned the salutation and sipped his cola. Annie tipped back half of her drink and gingerly returned the glass to the table.

They sat and talked for forty minutes or so. In the process, Annie had consumed two more martinis. Her talk became increasingly familiar and took on sexual overtones that had Tim fantasizing about her more than before. After the second martini, she began casually slipping her right hand under her left collar to absently rub at her collar bone. The gesture had the dual affect of pulling the blue satin fabric tighter across her visible nipple and displaying more of the roundness of the top of her left breast.

It was having an affect on Tim and he wished he could tell if she was doing on purpose or was as oblivious to it as she appeared. Oh, to be a mind reader sometimes.

Annie asked if Tim would care to dance. Tim said gladly and escorted Annie to the floor. It occurred to him on the way to the dance floor that it had to be a man who decided that ladies go first. He was probably an assman and just liked the view. If pressed, Tim would have to confess that at the moment, he was doing the same thing. And that skirt hugged every curve of Annie's ass and flowed with every muscle movement. The waist band fit snugly to a smallish waist over nicely flaring hips.

Weaving her way through the dancing couples, Annie worked her way to the center of the dance floor, then turned to step into his arms and they began to dance. It felt marvelous to hold her near and feel her fit her body to his. Those luscious breasts of hers pressed into his chest more insistently than Tim expected, confirming the firmness her jutting breasts suggested. Tim hoped he would get the chance for a closer appraisal. As it was, Annie's left breast was pushed out from between them and had molded itself to the upper part of his right arm which was holding her close. It felt like a small piece of that heaven Tim had contemplated earlier.

Annie's hips were also pressed firmly against Tim's tall frame. She had positioned herself so that her right leg was wedged between his legs. There was no sexual pressure in her closeness, but the intimacy of her body so entwined with his made it hard to ignore her desirability.

She danced with him, her head on his shoulder, for more than an hour. Tim was truly in heaven, enjoying the tender pleasure of her body while music with melodic sensuality woven through every arrangement cascaded over them from the speakers above. Tim could understand why it was a favorite of many couples. The atmosphere was just perfect.

Annie lifted her head suddenly and gazed into his eyes all the way through one song. She said, "They'll be closing soon anyway. How about we leave now and avoid breaking the mood by being asked to go?"

"That sounds a lot more pleasant. Let's go. I'll get your jacket."

With that they wove their way off of the dance floor. It suddenly dawned on Tim that he had been completely unaware of the dozen plus couples that were still swaying on the dance floor while in Annie's arms.

When he retrieved Annie's jacket, Tim took it and was about to step behind her to help her on with it when she turned, keeping him in front of her. She wanted him in front of her while he helped with her jacket. She moved her arms back to have the jacket slid up her arms. In so doing she stretched the material of her blouse and the zipper just short of their limits.

Aside from the tantalizing view (she watched his eyes drop to her chest and drink in the sight), this forced him to move very close to her to drape the jacket around her and move it low enough to get it on her arms. While she was putting her hands in the sleeves, Annie cocked her head and gave him a very warm kiss. If Tim hadn't already been thinking intimate thoughts about her, he would have then. The kiss lasted long enough to get her jacket on. She broke the kiss, turned slowly on her heel and headed for the door saying, "Let's go home."

Tim followed her out the door and walked with her back to his car. When he opened the car door for her, she sat and made a point of bringing her legs into the car with as much of a show as she could manage. She smiled when he swallowed hard and closed her door. Tim rounded the car got in and started the engine.

"Tim. In case you are wondering, nothing has been a tease since we left your house. It has all been meant to excite you and make you want me. Please understand. I don't want just sex. I want you to make love to me. Do you understand the difference?"

"Yes, I do.", Tim answered truthfully. "You want to feel an emotional tie too. Not just the lust. Is that about it?"

"It sounds like you understand a great deal for a man of your tender years. Could you be a lover, as well as a friend?"

"I felt like your friend before we left my house. Will that do?"

"Yes it will. Tim, please take me home."