From Across The Room

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Seating myself in one of many chairs within a cluster that had obviously been arranged to accommodate conversation, I leaned back and took a sip of scotch. I looked up just as she entered the room. All eyes turned to absorb a glimpse of her beauty and an unseen force pulled me to my feet. My gaze lingered, slowly drifting over her body like a warm breeze.Several other gentlemen had glanced at her and then returned to their brainless babble, each trying to out do the other with stories that were as embellished as Liberace’s jackets.I seemed unable to move. She was more than a beautiful woman, she was a living dream. The sleeveless, blue satin dress she wore had a very provocative long, plunging neckline that extended to the hips where it came to within inches of the revealing split. As she drifted gracefully across the room, the split revealed her perfectly shaped legs, which I am always attracted to. The way the dress fit her not only accentuated her finely sculptured figure but made my heart rate increase twenty fold or more.My gaze slowly covered her entire body and just as I focused on her face, she abruptly turned her head and looked squarely at me. She had easily caught my eye from across the room and now I was busted as I stood there staring at her.She was looking at me as if she was wondering what was going through my mind. With our gazes still locked, I see her take a deep breath then exhale. A smile appeared on her face and she seemed happy that I had noticed her. I wondered how I could not have noticed.Even though she was across the room, almost sixty feet away from me, there was no hiding my instant attraction to her. She winked at me and then casually turned her head away to begin chatting with members of the group of people she had arrived with.Watching her as she talked, I noticed her arms and hands were quite animated. They moved through the air with the grace and beauty of a butterfly.Even though I tried diligently to maintain a level of decency and divert my stare away from her, it wasn’t happening. I wanted to go meet her but my feet had turned into lead filled cement weights, but there she was, this unique, rare and enchanting lady I only recently had gotten to know.A grin came over my face as I silently recalled the day when one of the young upity-ups of the company hosting this extravagant dinner told me that Samuels’ hot grand daughter was going to be here. Little did that young man know that Sam and I were friends, nor did he have a clue that Belle and I had been conversing regularly over the Internet.Oh. About Sam…He‘s the founder and sole owner of the company I was working for, having secured a contract as a free-lance web designer. He and escort izmit I had hit it off from the start and during one of our many casual meetings, he showed me pictures of his grand daughter, Belle. I admit that from that point on, she had been the seed for many of my fantasies.Anyhow, Sam had arranged an Internet meeting between Belle and myself, and that cyber-meeting quickly had turned into a very strong friendship between her and I. Now, much to my pleasure, my newest but dearest friend was here at the same social event, but I had not yet formally met her in person.”Well damn! There’s Art!” came a loud male voice which shattering my thoughts like a bullet destroying a crystal goblet. “What the hell are you doing here?”Turning to greet this intruder of my thoughts, I saw it was Frank, one of the family members that comprised the company. “Hello Frank,” I said as we shook hands. “I’m here because Sam basically told me to be here,” I answered.Frank was one of those people who thought he was king of the heap but in reality, he was nothing more the heap itself. As we conversed, my thoughts were always on the vixen across the room, and occasionally I’d figure out a way to have my eyes scan over in her direction.Just a glimpse of her made my heart race. All I could see from where I was standing was her back, but with her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, it was more than enough to arouse the primal instincts within me.After about ten minutes or so of forcing myself to talk cordially to Frank, I excused myself from the group that had slowly grown in size. Everyone thought Frank was the one that would help them move up if they kissed his ass, but Sam knew he wasn’t worth his weight in silicon chips and had said countless times how he wished he would have never let Frank into the company. Having turned to walk across the room, feeling like it was past time for me to meet Belle in person, I froze in my shoes. She was gone!Quickly, almost frantically I looked about the room, checking to make certain she wasn’t seated somewhere. I tried to be as casual as possible as I walked briskly toward the group she had been with just moments ago.”Pardon the interruption,” I said as I placed my hand on the shoulder of the man who had been standing beside her. “Anyone know where the lady in the blue dress went?” I asked to the group, making certain not to single out any one person.”Oh! You mean Belle?” was the answer which was not so cleverly cloaked within a question. It came from the eldest woman in the group that was wearing a smile about as authentic as a three dollar bill.”Yes!” I exclaimed. “Belle…” I confirmed, stopping myself just before my ever increasing izmit escort impatience showed through.”Oh she went to the mezzanine to make a call!” the lady said with a slight chuckle. “She’ll be right back, Mister…?”I turned away, not caring if I seemed oblivious to the fact this woman was trying to pry my last name from me. Walking toward the doors that lead to the mezzanine, my attempt to find Belle and meet her in person was quickly finished. She stepped around the corner just as I walked through the doorway. Suddenly being thrust into a face to face meeting, my shock and apprehension rapidly dissipated as I gazed into her dark, sexy eyes.”Hello! I’m Art,” I said with a smile as I held out my hand to her. “I had trouble waiting to meet you.”A smile was her initial response as I lightly kissed the back of her hand. “Yes, I saw you watching me,” she softly spoke as an ever so slight hint of a blush appeared on her cheeks. “Grandpa told you’d be here, and I’m so glad to finally meet you,” she responded with as we hugged each other.It took but a split second for me to comprehend just how extraordinary this young lady is. Her face was far prettier than the picture lead me to believe and her hair framed it perfectly. Her body felt firm and warm as our embrace continued for a few more seconds.“Mind if we go back in?” Belle asked as she stepped back and began to walk toward the doorway.“Not a bit,” I said, following her inside. On the way, the same elderly lady that had responded to my question stopped us.“Art, this is Phyllis, one of my Aunts,” Belle said as I again came face to face with this woman. “It seems Phyllis has known your Mother for years and they talk all the time,” she added as I stood there, getting a more meticulous visual examination from Phyllis. I felt a bit uncomfortable for having thought so disrespectfully of her.“He seems a bit unrefined, but is still a fine man, Belle. You better hold onto this one!” Phyllis bluntly said in the typical fashion that someone in her age range does.“Excuse us, please,” Belle charmingly said as she tugged at my sleeve to get me pulled away from her Aunt. “She a sweet old lady, but a bit outspoken as you just found out,” she whispered to me as she lead the way though the crowd.At the door to a room down a short hallway, she motioned me to enter. She then stepped in and closed the door. Leaning back against the door, she stood there for several seconds looking at me but saying nothing.Finally, as she began to walk toward me, she asked, “What will your wife think if she finds out I lured you in here?”Watching her closely as she walked toward me, I gave my response.“I’ve been divorced izmit kendi evi olan escort for many years, and I have no lady in my life. It‘s just me and the computer at home.”We were now standing toe to toe, only about a foot apart. She was looking up slightly and staring in my eyes, seemingly searching for something within me.“Oh. Divorced?” she said. “Aunt Phyllis never told me that part.”She abruptly turned and began to wander around the room. “So, what would you tell me if I asked you to describe yourself to me?” she queried from across the room.Before I could answer, she continued. “Would you tell me that when I look in your eyes, I see a man who has lived many lives? A man who has seen far more than his share of hurt but through it all is still able to love someone?”I slowly sat down on the sofa that was behind me, speechless from the surprise of what I was hearing. No matter how I tried, no words could be emitted from my mouth. She slowly swaggered seductively toward me as she played with the pearls around her neck. “Would you tell me of your inner strength? Perhaps you would tell me of your honesty, of your personal integrity, or about your desire to love and be loved?”I tried to interject a few words, but she had me under a spell it seemed and I could say nothing.“Would you puff yourself up and tell me of all the good things that you have done?” she asked with a giggle.Now just a foot or two away from me, she was looking at me without any hint of the reason for her barrage of questions. She slowly sat down beside me, still facing me and intently studying me. In a soft whisper, she said, “Maybe you’d tell me the extent you would go to in order to protect the ones you love? How important family is to you?”She paused asking me what I was now perceiving to be rhetorical questions and slowly ran her hand lightly over my left cheek, down the side of my neck, then down my arm. When her hand reached mine she grasped it and raised it to her mouth, ever so softly kissing it once. As her eyes burned their way into my soul, she whispered, “Would you dare to tell me how perfect for me you are? Would you profess your love to me?”She kissed my hand again. Still searching deep within my soul, she asked, “Or would you tell me all the amazing things about you that I already know. My Aunt and your Mother talk about you all the time,” she added as she wrapped her right hand around our intertwined left hands.With poise like I’ve rarely seen in all my years, she scooted a bit closer to me and softly kissed me on the lips. Thankfully, my brain had finally connected all the dots. “So…” I slowly began. “Your Aunt is the Phyllis my Mom has talked to all these years?” I mumbled, still not believing that this wonderful, elegant lady that was beside me could be the same one Mom had been telling me about for years and years. “Small world,” I said, mostly to myself.While I was attempting to comprehend everything, Belle repositioned herself on the sofa.

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