The French Quarter (closed)

[Biker_Faerie]

Sophie Taylor knew not to overstay her welcome. It had been a fun night, but a night was all it was ever meant to be. She had a quick shower then put on the clothes she’d been wearing the night before and quietly left the hotel room. All the time, the guy she’d gone with lay on the bed pretending to be asleep. She could have done with some breakfast, they'd burned off a few calories the previous night, but food was going have to wait for now. By the time she made it across town she was going to be late for her waitressing job.

Sophie had only been in New Orleans six months. She’d moved there from California just after New Year. A friend had told her there was good money to be made during Mardi Gras season and she’d been right.

Sophie was a good looking girl and she’d quickly picked up work in a bar that styled itself on Coyote Ugly. The tips were good, providing you didn’t mind being groped. She supplemented this with lunchtime shifts at an upmarket grill, where again the tips were good. But with what they made you wear, unsurprisingly you got groped a lot their too but by a more up-market clientele.

From Thursday to Sunday night, for half a year Sophie had worked her ass off catering to the huge influx of weekenders. The rest of the week it was quieter, the bars and restaurants didn’t need so many staff then and this allowed her to indulge her twin passions of playing the guitar and partying. For two nights a week she had a gig at one of the bars off Bourbon Street, playing acoustic guitar and singing, as background music.

Music was her passion. She’d tried to make a go of it in Nashville but there had been so many young talented pretty girls with the same dream that she was just another one on the list. So she’d moved on.

As for partying, well, in Sophie’s experience, New Orleans reputation was entirely justified.

But it was July now and the heat and humidity were becoming oppressive. It was time to move on. She’d wondered about one of the ski resorts in Colorado. She could finish off the summer season there and hopefully find a bar and hotel work for the ski season. Perhaps even get a gig playing guitar if she was lucky.

When she got to the grill she changed into the skimpy outfit all the waitresses were expected to wear then got to work. The restaurant was noticeably less busy than it had been a month ago but one of the girls hadn’t turned up and so Sophie was rushing from pillar to post covering for her.

Perhaps if she'd had more sleep the previous night then Sophie could have anticipated what was about to happen and taken avoiding action. But she could hardly be blamed really. As she went to serve a rather attractive middle aged gentleman and his guests, a lady from another table pulled her chair out catching Sophie's foot and sending her flying. The food she was carrying went all over the gentleman but, not only that, Sophie ended up across his lap too, her short skirt up around her waist and her panties on display

The whole restaurant seemed to stop and look and Sophie felt like she wanted to die.

“I’m so sorry,” she said getting to her feet and smoothing her skirt back into place.

The man was covered in food and a napkin wasn’t going to make much difference to his state.

“If you want to come out back I can help you clean up,” she said, not knowing what else to do.

The manager of the restaurant rushed over and was gushing in his obsequiousness.

"Mr Danvers, I'm so sorry this has happened. If there is anything i can do please allow me to assist you. Sophie, please get out of the restaurant. You're fired, leave now."

Sophie stood there dumbfounded. She wanted to say, 'But it wasn't my fault' but she knew she'd just sound like a child.

 

[cnuveau]

Tom Danvers sat at the table across from his prospective clients doing his best to project an air of confidence as he went through all the talking points of why they should hire Jones, Danvers as the lead attorneys for their upcoming case against Dow Chemical.

After the Deepwater Horizon settlement he didn’t really need to do this anymore but when his partner brought the case to his attention he couldn’t resist the prospect of crushing Dow. This one was personal. For decades Dow had skirted every environmental protection in place and was the leading contributor to the cancer alley that lined the shores of the Mississippi River.

When his wife of 25 years passed away from ovarian cancer the year prior he knew in his heart that her work in the area likely caused it and he wanted to make them pay.

As he was just about to launch into his closing argument he heard a noise beside him. Before he could even turn to see what was going on two bowls of gumbo splashed across his crisp white dress shirt and slacks followed by the waitress who spilled it.

In shock, he stared at her for a moment frozen. His eyes drawn to her exposed panties as she sat there in his lap.

“I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed as she tried in vein to clean him up.

Tom just held up his hands still trying to gather himself from the ordeal. In another time in his life he would have been furious but today he was more likely to laugh at the whole thing than to yell.

As the manager came over and apologized he was just about to absolve her of responsibility when he fired her right there in front of him.

He could have protested but before he could say anything she was gone.

After cleaning up as best he could Tom returned to the table and finished his pitch. He felt bad for the waitress who got fired so on the way out he inquired about her to the hostess.

“Oh, she had a few other jobs.” she said. “You can find her at the Apple Barrel a couple nights a week playing if you wanted to find her.”

Tom thanked her and climbed into his Aston Martin for the short drive back to his St. Charles Ave mansion to change and call it a day.

As Tom sat on his patio that evening he couldn’t stop thinking about the girl from the restaurant. Not because she got fired though. She probably had a new job already given the wait staff shortage going on. Rather, it was how stunning she was. Deep down he knew he was way too old for her but something inside of him told him he should try.

Pulling his phone from his pocket he pulled up The Apple Barrel’s website and found the performer listings. There was only one female listed so it had to be her, he reasoned, playing Thursday night.

When Thursday rolled around Tom had dinner with some old friends at one of his favorite restaurants then, taking a chance wandered past the Apple Barrel. As he approached he could hear her playing from down the street. He had to admit she had a good voice.

He entered the bar to find it virtually empty as always. It was a funny little place honestly. The difference between empty and full was about 15 people. The bulk of their business consisted of people waiting for their table in the restaurant upstairs.

Tom took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink as he listened to her play. When her song ended he clapped and she turned to look at him. He could see she recognized him immediately.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Sophie left the restaurant fuming. There must have been several diners who’d seen what had happened but none had stuck up for her. It was typical of the upper middle class clientele they got there. Couldn’t give a shit about normal working class people.

What made it worse was that the restaurant still owed her a week's wages. She knew she had little chance of getting that now.

As she thought about it she couldn’t help laughing to herself though. That guy had really taken those Gumbos ‘full on’. She felt a bit sorry for him. What had happened wasn’t his fault but he could have stuck up for her all the same.

Anyway, she was sure the restaurant would compensate him. The manager was virtually offering to suck his dick there and then, so she was guessing he must have been somebody important or rich, or both. He didn't need the money but he'd be compensated, she did but she'd be out of pocket. It was so unfair.

Sophie chose to see her dismissal as a sign. She’d been dithering for a while now but this decided it. It was time to ‘get out of Dodge’. When she got back to the one bedroom, one bathroom apartment she rented she texted a girl she’d waitressed with in Nashville who'd moved on to Aspen, asking her if she knew of any jobs going. Then Sophie sat in her room and played her guitar for the rest of the afternoon, feeling sorry of herself.

When it came to getting ready for her evening shift at the bar, she decided that there was no point in moping. She picked out a cute pair of hot pants and a tight top to wear that evening. It would be good for tips. Then, afterwards she'd find a club and let some cute guy buy her drinks for the rest of the night. And if he was really cute, maybe she'd let him fuck her brains out afterwards.

Sophie's friend in Aspen called her back a couple of days later. There were no jobs going in Aspen until the end of September but they were crying out for people for the winter season. It wasn't what Sophie had hoped for, but she took it and decided that she'd just have to tough it out in New Orleans for another couple of months. She could always pick up more bar work but the waitressing gig had paid well and it was a shame that she'd lost it. There was no point in crying over spilt milk though. There was nothing for it but to knuckle down and get on with it for a few more months.

On Thursday night she did her regular gig at the Apple Barrel. She knew that people didn't come especially to see her play but she liked performing. Perhaps she'd been wrong to give up on her dream of making a living from music so easily. But it was too late to do anything about that now. Besides she'd needed to eat and she hadn't been making enough from her music to do that. She couldn't even afford a half decent guitar. She envied the customers she served each night, especially the ones she'd served in the grill. Their clothes, their lifestyles were so much nicer than hers. Life was basically unfair.

By the time she reached the end of her first set, most of the bar's customers had gone upstairs to eat. As she put her guitar down someone started to clap. She recognised the applauder immediately. It was Gumbo man from the restaurant a couple of nights ago. He still looked sharp in another expensive suit, but slightly out of place in the Apple Barrel.

She walked over to the bar and squared up to him.

"Are you planning to have me fired from here as well?" she asked. "Right now I already don't make enough to pay next month's rent."

 

[cnuveau]

Tom leaned back in his barstool as she confronted him and took a sip of his drink. He'd expected it was possible she'd react like this. It was only natural that she'd feel he didn't do enough in the situation and she wasn't entirely wrong.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I should have spoken up when he fired you but I was a little in shock and I don't do my best thinking when I get covered in gumbo in the middle of trying to land a case that could be worth over 100 million dollars."

Tom turned toward the bartender and asked "Can you get her whatever she's drinking on my tab?" before turning back to her.

"Besides, after hearing you play it's obvious you're wasting your time waiting tables anyway. You should be playing Tipatina's or something."

Looking at her in the outfit she was wearing he was starting to become more and more sure he was barking up the wrong tree. A hot young girl like this was never going to go for someone as old as him. She probably had a line of pretty boys half his age killing themselves to be with her. He pushed the doubt out of his mind for a moment and took his shot.

"Let me make it up to you and take you out when you're done playing." he proposed half expecting to get laughed at but desperately hoping she'd take him up on the offer.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

A 100 million dollars. He was just trying to impress her Sophie thought. Guys could be like that. Bigger was always better with them. But he could have said a million dollars and it would have seemed like a lot to her.

She couldn't help laughing when he mentioned getting covered in Gumbo though. The more she'd thought about it the funnier it had got.

When he bought her a drink she ordered a rum and coke.

"Make it a large one. With decent rum. Not the stuff you sell tourists," she told the bartender, who laughed.

"Besides, after hearing you play it's obvious you're wasting your time waiting tables anyway. You should be playing Tipatina's or something."

"Thanks," she responded. " I wish."

Sophie began to wonder where this was going. She wasn't naiive enough to think that the guy was suddenly going to say that he was a music exec. and wanted to offer her a record deal. So what was his angle?

"Let me make it up to you and take you out when you're done playing." he proposed.

The penny dropped. He was hitting on her. He must have been what? Forty five she guessed. Old enough to be her father. Although to be fair, he looked in a lot better shape than her father. In fact if she was being completely honest, he looked in pretty good shape, full stop.

"And how exactly do you propose to make it up to me?" she said devilishly. "Bearing in mind that i've lost my job. I'm owed a week's wages that i'll probably never see and all that i've got to show for it is a waitress outfit that consists of a Gumbo stained blouse and a skirt that's at least one size too small for me."

"Oh and I don't even know your name," she added.

 

[cnuveau]

It was obvious to Tom that she was struggling financially and that seemed to be her top concern. Not at all surprising to him though given how challenging it was to make ends meet in both the service and music industry. It was an odd position he found himself in. He could easily put that concern to rest for her but at the same time he didn't want her to think he was trying to buy her time.

"Well my thought was that I'd make it up to you by taking you out and showing you a good time or we could go somewhere and actually eat the food instead of wear it. I know it can be hard to have a good time when you have money issues on your mind though. Let's see if we can put those aside for you at least for tonight." he said reaching into his pocket and pulling out his money clip.

Peeling off 10 $100 bills from the top he walked over to the stage and dropped them in the tip bucket in front of the microphone then walked back.

"That's for your performance tonight and it stays there whether you accept or decline. The least I can do for my part in you losing your job." he said extending his hand "I'm Tom"

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Sophie watched as Tom peeled off ten hundred dollar bills. Then he walked over and placed it in her tip bucket. He then walked back to his stool and sat down again. The man moved with confidence, almost swagger.

"That's for your performance tonight and it stays there whether you accept or decline. The least I can do for my part in you losing your job." he said extending his hand "I'm Tom"

"Hi Tom, I'm Sophie." she replied taking his hand. Then looking across the bar counter and speaking to both Tom and the barman she continued, "And the barman's name is Jeff. Now I need him to understand that the thousand dollars you just put in my tip bucket is partly because you like my music and partly compensation for losing me my job at the grill. The last thing either of us want is for Jeff to think that i'm running an escort agency from his bar. Because that really wouldn't be good for either of us. Isn't that right Jeff?"

Jeff was built like a battleship, with a big beard and covered in tattoos. He looked like he could tear men apart with his bare hands.

"If you say so Sophie," he laughed genially.

"Now, if you want to take me out then you're going to have to sit there for another hour while i finish my set and during that time I'll consider whether I'm going to let you," she added cheekily, having some fun with the situation.

Sophie had already decided that she would let the handsome older man take her out and she tried just a little bit harder to impress him as she played. The songs were a mixture of her own and covers. People preferred covers but she thought some of her own stuff was good enough to be listened to and so she played it. She watched Tom listen to her. He seemd to be genuinely interested and a couple of times she noticed him and Jeff chatting while they both listened.

When she reached the end of the set she packed up her guitar and carried it over to the bar.

"You can take me out for a meal now," she told Tom. "But I warn you, I want to go somewhere nice and I'm not a cheap date. Just in case you were wondering..."

 

[cnuveau]

It didn't take Tom long to realize the predicament he'd gotten himself into. At this hour there were precious few nice restaurants that would both be open and have a table available for a walk in. Complicating the matter was the fact that Sophie wasn't exactly dressed for it. In his mind he swept through the possibilities in order of proximity until he landed on what sounded like the best option.

"I know just the place." he said offering to carry her guitar as they walked to the garage where he'd parked his car.

Tom made small talk as the attendant brought down the car then they climbed in. Skirting the perimeter of the French Quarter they made their way to the Four Seasons Hotel just at the edge of the Quarter but on the other side from the Apple Barrel. Tom valeted the car and they walked into Chemin a la Mer which was the restaurant/lounge area of the Four Seasons.

The Four Seasons was one of the more elegant hotels in New Orleans with a grand lobby adorned with marble floors and gorgeous artwork. As they entered the restaurant they found it equally as elegant. it was a cozy, dimly lit space with intimate seating areas scattered throughout. Tom found an open table and pulled out the chair for Sophie then seated himself on the other side of her.

As they sat, the chef came out to greet them.

"Tom, good to see you." he said as he stood beside the table.

"Hey Donald, it's been a while. How've things been going here?"

The chatted for a few moments about how business has been in the his new location at the Four Seasons as well as his other restaurants around town before Tom introduced Sophie to him.

"This is Sophie." he said.

"Nice to meet you Sophie." he said before excusing himself to see to a matter in the kitchen.

"If you're looking for something different, i can put in a word with him. We go way back." he said after he left.

"So how long have you been in New Orleans? You don't strike me as a native." he asked trying to steer the conversation back to her.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Sophie very rarely went in a car these days. She either walked or took the bus. Occasionally, if a guy was really nice, or really keen to get rid of her the morning after, he'd hire an Uber for her. But the Aston Martin was like nothing she'd ever been in before. From the outside it looked so chic but inside it was like a palace, beautifully upholstered in leather.

Tom was as good as his word and the Chemin a la Mer was very grand inside, with a view over the river. Sophie was suprised to find that Tom was on first name terms with the head chef who, from her time at the Grill, even Sophie knew was a big name in New Orleans. When Tom introduced her, Sophie felt awkward though, like she didn't belong. For a start she was wearing the jeans and tee shirt she'd been wearing to play guitar in, but it wasn't just that. She felt like a fish out of water in such a high class place. She tried to handle the introduction as politely as she could but her awkwardness was palpable.

"So how long have you been in New Orleans? You don't strike me as a native." he asked trying to steer the conversation back to her.

"I'm from Milwaukee. Born and bred," she said proudly. "My Dad works in a brewery and my Mom works for a realtor there. My Mom is the prettiest woman you'll ever see and my Dad looks like Elvis, seriously! I mean he looks more like Elvis in his later years these days but he's always been a big rock and roll and rockabilly fan. He's the reason i love music so much. I have a younger brother. He's got a scholarship to University. He got my Mom's brains and my dad's looks. I got my Dad's brains unfortunately but i inherited his love of music and some of my Mom's looks too. Here, have a look."

Sophie searched through her phone for a picture of her family and showed it to Tom.

"When i was eighteen i decided to follow my dream and go to Nashville. I spent two years trying to make a go of it, but it's a hard industry to make it in. Then i went to Los Angeles. I don't know why. I guess i'd always been interested in the hippy vibe there. But I was about sixty years too late it seems. So I came here looking for work over Mardi Gras six months ago. And here I am. Things have been stagnating for me lately though and i don't know how you all exist in this heat. To be honest you probably did me a favour getting me fired. I'm planning on moving to Aspen for the Ski season. Maybe I can find me a film star or a rich rancher out there," she laughed. "Actually do they have ranchers in Colorado. I don't know.

Sophie looked at the menu and took a double take at the prices. even the cheapest things were expensive. Maybe Donald would give them a discount she thought.

"I've never had oysters before," she told Tom. Then almost asking for his permission she asked, "Can i have the oysters and a steak. You might have to show me how to eat the oysters and could you choose a steak for me please. Something not too big."

A waiter came to take the order and Tom ordered for her.

"So what's your story then?" she asked. "How come a man like you is young free and single? Or are you really?" she joked.

 

[cnuveau]

Tom looked at the picture of her family on her phone. They seemed like the typical midwestern working class family. Not very different at all from how he grew up. His father worked off-shore on the oil platforms in the gulf and his mom stayed home to raise him and his brother. Not a privileged upbringing by any stretch of the imagination but it was a loving and supportive home.

"I commend you for at least trying to chase your dream." he said when she told him about her time in Nashville and L.A.. "It may not have worked out for you but at least you won't wonder what might have been if only you'd tried. It's a tough industry for sure. The difference between successful and not is razor thin and a lot of times it comes down to who you know and a lot of luck."

"They do have ranchers in Colorado but I'm not sure you're going to find any of them in Aspen." There was something a little sad about how Sophie had resigned herself to the idea of bouncing from place to place looking for some magical thing that would change everything for her. Aspen definitely had it's share of wealthy people visit but he suspected she'd just find more of the same there.

"Yes, you can have whatever you'd like." he said happy to treat her to a nice meal. When she asked him to teach her how to eat an oyster his mind wandered for a moment to his daughter's first oyster and how she immediately spit it onto the plate. "I'd be happy to teach you." he said with a smile.

When the waiter arrived Tom ordered a dozen oysters and a filet for Sophie. Since he'd eaten before stopping by the Apple Barrel he just ordered the gulf shrimp to pick at while she ate.

"So what's your story then? How come a man like you is young free and single? Or are you really?"

"Well I'm hardly young but I am free and single these days. My wife passed away about a year ago." he said. It was still hard for him to believe she was gone but he'd at least gotten to the point where he could talk about it without turning into a wreck. "I grew up here in New Orleans in a family not all that different from yours. I have 2 kids, one's in college still the and other is starting her medical residency in Houston. I don't really see them all that much. Maybe around Christmas but they're starting their lives and busy. I work as an attorney handling large class action law suits. We go after companies that cause people harm. Pharmaceutical, Oil and Gas, Industrial, the kind of stuff that really hurts people and we make them pay. " He paused for a moment realizing he'd been rambling a bit then focused in on the gist of what she seemed to be asking. 'Over the last year I've just been kind of living to work. With the kids gone and... Well, I think I've recently decided it's time I start to enjoy myself again."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

It almost seemed pointless saying "I'm sorry," in response something as tragic as the death of a loved one but, in the absence of anything else, Sophie did.

It was odd to think that Tom had children of his own who were her age. A lot of guys wouldn't have admitted to that and it made her wonder why he'd asked her to dinner. Maybe he did just feel bad that he'd lost her his job. Maybe he wasn't hitting on her after all.

"I haven't seen my family since I left home," Sophie admitted. "The holidays are a good time to make money. At least that's the excuse i always use. But the truth is that I promised myself I'd go back to Milwaukee a success. Unfortunately, every day i seem to get a little further away from that goal. You should definitely make the time to see your kids, I'm sure they'd love to see you. I'd love it if mine just turned up unannounced one day."

Sophie listened to Tom talk about what he did. He sounded passionate about it, but it sounded personal, perhaps a bit all consuming even.

'Over the last year I've just been kind of living to work. With the kids gone and... Well, I think I've recently decided it's time I start to enjoy myself again."

"So is that why you asked me out?" Sophie asked, cheekily. "Because you wanted to enjoy yourself?"

Before Tom had a chance to answer, she added,

"Because if it is, then you can start by showing me how to eat these oysters. Are you supposed to chew the little varmints or do you swallow them whole?" she giggled.

 

[cnuveau]

Tom hadn't put a lot of thought into why he asked her out quite honestly. The simple answer was probably just that he was a horny old man. At least that was his initial motivation. After seeing her perform and talking to her he was starting to become fascinated with her though.

"Well, yes, because I wanted to enjoy myself but also since you were in my lap with your skirt up to your waist I figured we should at least get to know each other." he said with a laugh before picking up an oyster from the tray. "Definitely don't chew it. Do it like this." lifting one of the small cocktail forks from the trey he ran it between the oyster and the shell to make sure it was fully separated then squeezed some lemon juice on top of it. "If you like a little heat you can add some of the horseradish but don't go crazy." he said spreading a little on his before lifting the shell to his lips and tilting it letting the oyster slide into his mouth before swallowing it.

"Just let it slide down your throat nice and easy." he said not intending the innuendo but definitely picking up on it as the words left his mouth causing him to blush a little.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

"Well, yes, because I wanted to enjoy myself but also since you were in my lap with your skirt up to your waist I figured we should at least get to know each other."

Sophie watched as Tom picked up an oyster and expertly separated the meat from the shell. After squeezing the lemon onto it he took the oyster into his mouth and swallowed it one fluid motion.

"Just let it slide down your throat nice and easy."

Sophie noticed him blush as the words came out this mouth.

"If you say so," Sophie replied giggling, then tried to repeat what he'd done.

The oyster came apart from the shell easily enough and after she'd squeezed the lemon onto it she opened her mouth and let the oyster slide in. Its texture was alien to her and although she tried to let the slippery, salty, meaty slug slide down her throat, it just wouldn't go. She had to swallow, leaving the oyster in her mouth, otherwise she would have gagged. But then she tried again and, once she'd got the measure of it, the second time it slipped down easily.

A couple on another table had watched Tom instructing her and realised that this was going to be her first time. They watched in amusement as she struggled but then overcame the challenge. Sophie noticed them watching and couldn't help laughing with them afterwards. Then, covering her mouth so that they couldn't read her lips she leaned across the table and whispered to Tom,

"It's just like oral sex isn't it!"

Sophie experimented with the four remaining oysters and decided that she liked the hot sauce the most, but all told she was pleased with herself for having taken on the oyster challenge and enjoying it.

As she waited for her steak for arrive she decided to push Tom a bit.

"So, as i was lying in your lap with my skirt up to my waist, did you happen to get a good look at the goods?" she teased. "I mean you were too much of a gentleman to touch, but did you like what you saw?"

 

[cnuveau]

Tom had noticed the couple beside them watching. Up until that moment it really didn't occur to him that he'd become that guy. The middle aged wealthy man with the 20 something girl that could pass for his daughter. He felt like he should care more about the appearance of it all but honestly he really didn't.

He watched as Sophie struggled at first. He half expected the oyster to hit the plate just as his daughter had done all those years ago but to his surprise it didn't. When she went back for more he was pretty impressed with her.

"It's just like oral sex isn't it!" she asked leaning across the table.

"Maybe, I'd have to take your word for it." he said with a laugh realizing she made the same connection he did when he said it.

"So, as i was lying in your lap with my skirt up to my waist, did you happen to get a good look at the goods? I mean you were too much of a gentleman to touch, but did you like what you saw?"

Tom knew she was trying to embarrass him a little when she asked the question and honestly he kind of liked the fact that she wanted to see him squirm a little. He also realized this was likely a pivotal moment in the evening that might dictate how the rest of the night might go.

"It all happened so fast so I wouldn't say I got a good look." he said after considering her question for a moment. "What I did see seemed like it warranted a closer look though. Maybe after dinner we could go back to my place and I can take another look." As he said it he felt a wave of relief wash over him and he relaxed a little more. There was always something liberating about that moment in a date where the pretense was set aside and all the cards were out on the table. Win or lose it was out there in no uncertain terms.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

"It all happened so fast so I wouldn't say I got a good look." he said after considering her question for a moment. "What I did see seemed like it warranted a closer look though. Maybe after dinner we could go back to my place and I can take another look."

Sophie giggled a bit too loudly and caught the attention of the couple who'd been watching them a few minutes before. She didn't want to bring attention to herself or Tom though and so reigned herself in.

It wasn't often that she got invited to a guy's actual home, Usually her encounters were in hotel rooms. Often with weekenders. It suited her. Fun without strings attached. In truth any number of the guys she'd been with could have had wives and families at home. She didn't usually ask. Plausible deniability and all that.

But Tom had been different. He'd asked her about herself and for some reason she'd wanted to know about him. Maybe it was because he was older, who knew. Sophie had already decided she was open to sleeping with him from the moment she'd got into his Aston Martin. It was shallow, but it was true. He wasn't to know that though.

But talk about family had touched a nerve with her. She didn't really want to be alone that night. She was more than happy to have sex but oddly what she really wanted was to be held and to go to sleep in someone's arms. It sounded soppy and she wasn't about to reveal her insecurities to Tom, so she came back with a quip,

"Well, as for taking a closer look. You know, I think a private viewing would be highly recommended,” she said trying to sound like a realtor. “I do know this property happens to have a number of interesting features."

Sophie wished she’d worn something just a little bit more sexy than jeans and crop top but there really wasn’t anything she could do about it now.

“I wish they’d hurry up with that steak,” she giggled.

The steak, when it turned up, was out of this world. It almost melted in her mouth. She’d never had beef that tasted that good before. It dawned on her that Tom was either watching his weight or had already eaten before coming out and so when he asked her if she wanted desert she declined.

Tom paid the bill and the car was waiting for them by the time they reached the valet station. The young valet got out of the car, and handed Tom the key.

“Nice car,” he told Tom.

You could see he was sizing them up trying to figure out the relationship. Tom got in on the driver’s side and Sophie on the passenger’s.

“The valet’s looking at us,” Sophie told Tom. “He’s trying to figure out if I’m your daughter or your lover.”

Sophie leant over pulling Tom towards her at the same time.

“So why don’t you kiss me and settle the matter for him?”

 

[cnuveau]

It took everything Tom had not to rush the meal along once she'd agreed to go home with him. When the food arrived he picked at his shrimp mostly to be polite as Sophie enjoyed her steak. As she raved about it, he took a certain amount of pleasure being able to offer her the meal she might otherwise be able to afford to enjoy.

As they got in the car he could feel the eyes of the valet on him and he knew Sophie was right about him trying to figure out if she was a date or a daughter. The matter would certainly have been put to rest when she pulled him towards her for a kiss.

As Tom's lips met hers he could feel his heart racing. It had been ages since he'd kissed anyone so passionately and time seemed to stand still for that moment as he cradled her cheek in his hand and felt her warm lips against his. As their lips parted he let out a long breath then put the car in gear.

"I think that probably answered any questions he may have had." Tom said as they pulled away from the valet stand.

The drive down the live oak lined streets of St. Charles avenue seemed to take forever. Tom rested his hand on Sophie's thigh as street cars passed beside them. The 10 minute drive seemed to take forever as Tom's nervousness built until finally the iron gate protecting Tom's driveway swung open and he pulled in and parked at the side of his house.

Tom led Sophie up the steps and through the side door entering into the kitchen.

"Can I make you a drink?" he asked as he tossed his keys on the counter and turned to her.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Sophie had already fallen in love with the Aston Martin. It was sleek, it was elegant and the noise it made just travelling along the city streets excited her.

The kiss had been a good start. Not a bad kiss as it turned out. Not bad at all. Soon he was resting his hand on her thigh as he drove and she kept it there by placing hers on top of his.

Sophie already had a good idea that Tom was well off. But ‘well off’ means different things to different people. When the Aston Martin pulled up outside the gates to Tom’s house, Sophie began to get some perspective on Tom’s wealth.

“You live here?” she said incredulously. then laughed and told him, “It’s a good job we didn’t go back to mine then.”

The kitchen was huge. It was like something out of MTV Cribs, with two ovens and an island in the centre.

"Can I make you a drink?" Tom asked.

“Erm. Could I have a rum and coke but can you make it with the good Rum. Not the stuff you give to tourists,” she said, hoping he’d remember the line she’d used in the Apple Barrel. “Oh and could I use your bathroom please.”

Tom gave her directions and she walked out onto a palatial hallway. She found the bathroom, had a quick pee then took off her jeans, crop top and panties, folding them neatly and placing them on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Then she had a quick wash, before drying herself off with a fluffy hand towel. She looked in the mirror and checked her hair then slipped her shoes back on because the heels made her legs look longer. Then she returned to the kitchen.

Tom had already fixed the drinks by the time she got back and when she walked in naked she met his gaze.

“Well, do you like what you see?” she asked, striking a pose for him

 

[cnuveau]

"Oh I remember! Only the good stuff!" Tom said with a laugh as he walked over to the bar and poured their drinks. His nerves were starting to calm a little as he sipped his bourbon and leaned against the kitchen counter waiting for Sophie to get back from the bathroom.

When she re-entered the kitchen in only her heals Tom nearly dropped his drink.

“Well, do you like what you see?” she asked posing there nude.

He was speechless for a moment then managed to stammer out "I do!" before setting the drinks on the island and moving towards her to wrap her in his arms. Tom kissed her hungrily as he backed her to the counter. His fingers tugged at his silk tie. Loosening it then pulling it from beneath his collar before letting it fall to the floor. His jacket followed shortly after as his lips trailed down her neck and to her breasts as her hands tousled his hair.

Grudgingly he pulled his lips from her breasts. "Maybe we should go upstairs" he whispers taking her by the hand then leading her out of the kitchen and up the ornate staircase and to his room. Tom's fingers worked at his shirt buttons then pushed his shirt off his shoulders as Sophie unfastened his belt then slowly lowered his zipper allowing his slacks to fall at his feet.

Tom's hands cradled Sophie's face as he kissed her then slid down her neck to her shoulders then allowed the weight of his hands to silently guide her to her knees.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Tom, it appeared, did like what he saw. He kissed her hungrily as he tried to loosen his jacket and tie then he backed her against the counter and eagerly sucked on one of her breasts. Sophie arched her back presenting herself to him then pulled his head down onto her. Tom was keen, very keen but after he’d feasted on her for a while he came up for air

"Maybe we should go upstairs" he whispers taking her by the hand then leading her out of the kitchen and up the ornate staircase and to his room.

Between them they made short work of the rest of his clothes and as soon as he was naked, Tom was urging her to go down on him.

Sophie may have been a novice around oysters but she knew how to swallow a cock. She looked up at him with doleful eyes as she teased the head of his cock then slowly took it all into her mouth. He was a good size but she didn’t stop until all of him was inside her.

She wondered how long it had been since Tom had last had sex. She didn’t want to over excite him and have things end prematurely, so after a short while she let him slip out of her mouth.

Pushing him onto the bed and telling him to lie on his back Sophie straddled him and, gripping hold of his shaft, she lined herself up then guided him all the way into her pussy, inch by gradual inch. When she had consumed all of him, she rested her full weight onto his hips.

Looking down on Tom she told him,

“I just want you to enjoy yourself this time. Don’t worry about me. There’s plenty of time for that later.”

Putting her hands on his shoulders she let her hips rise and fall on his cock.

“Just cum inside me when you’re ready,” she told Tom

 

[cnuveau]

Tom couldn’t take his eyes off of Sophie’s eyes as she teased the head of his cock with her tongue then took him in. It’d been years since he’d had sex and he honestly couldn’t remember the last time he was able to convince his wife to go down on him.

With his fingers interlaced in her hair his hand moved with the motion of her head as she bobbed on his cock.

Releasing him from her mouth she lifted herself to her feet and took control pushing him back onto the bed then climbing on top of him.

Sophie seemed able to read his soul as his thoughts were consumed by how long it’d been and nagging doubts about whether he’d perform up to her expectations.

“I just want you to enjoy yourself this time. Don’t worry about me. There’s plenty of time for that later.”
Her words instantly put him at ease, he gripped her hips and began meeting her motions with subtle thrusts of his own.

“God, you feel so good.” He breathed as his hands slid up Sophie’s sides to cup her breasts.

Sophie kept her pace steady as she rode him but as much as he tried to fight it off, after a few minutes he found his breaths coming faster as a shiver ran through his body.

“Fuck!” He groaned as he dropped his hands to her hips again and thrust hard into her one last time before sending stream after stream deep inside her.

His body continued to twitch as waves of aftershocks washed over him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against his chest as he softened inside her.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

It happened a lot with guys the first time. They got excited and ended up cumming sooner than they’d have liked. It was only to be expected really. The real players masturbated before they came out. Then they could fuck her straight out of the starting blocks. But Sophie could see that Tom wasn’t a player.

Sophie liked it when a guy came inside her. It was a physical validation that she’d satisfied them and Sophie needed that validation. Despite her outward confidence, underneath was someone who craved approval. She wondered how long it had been since Tom had last had sex. Had it been with his wife? How did she compare? Was he feeling guilty now?

With his cock still inside she bent down and kissed him.

“That was nice,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

She waited until he’d gone soft inside her then lifted herself off him. Some of Tom’s cum leaked out of her and dripped onto his body. So she covered her pussy with her hand to catch any more leaks.

“Oops. Can I use your bathroom?” she asked giggling.

Quickly she went to the bathroom and peed out Tom’s cum. Then she gave herself a quick wash before returning to the bedroom. Tom had cleaned himself up with a couple of tissues and was lying on the bed. She jumped on it and cuddled up to him.

“Did you miss me?” she joked.

They kissed for a while then she lay back on the bed and drew his hand down to her pussy. Her clitoris was super sensitive but it could give her the most mind blowing orgasms. She hoped that Tom would discover that for himself.

“Pussy needs some loving now,” she told him as she showed him how she wanted him to rub the ever hardening nub of her clit’.

 

[cnuveau]

“That was nice, Thank you.”

Though she seemed genuine when she said it, her words still stung a little. Nice wasn’t necessarily the bar he was hoping to clear that evening but the night was still young and he’d hoped there’d be an opportunity to improve on it.

As she covered herself and went to the bathroom he could help but think about how many times he’d watched Jen do that exact same thing. A twinge of sadness hit him in that moment as he reached for some tissue and cleaned himself up.

Any lingering sadness washed away instantly as she playfully jumped on the bed and cuddled up next to him. “Desperately” he responded when she asked if he missed her.

As she guided his hand down to her pussy he gladly took her direction. It may have been a while but this was something he had full command of and he was more than happy to give her pussy the attention it needed.

Tom stroked her clit feeling it harden under his touch.

“I did say I needed a closer look didn’t I?” Tom asked before slowly moved down the bed kissing his way down her stomach. Sophie parted her thighs wider as he climbed between her legs.

“Mmm, I do like what I see.” He said as he parted her and ran his tongue over her swelling nub. As Tom’s tongue dance over her clit he let her body’s response guide him just where she wanted him, eager to please her as she writhed beneath him.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Sophie loved it when anyone went down on her. But not all guys were as interested in her needs as they were in their own, so it was nice to find that Tom was only too happy to pleasure her the way she liked.

Tom moved down her body, kissing his way as he did. When he kissed her tummy, it tickled and she couldn’t help giggling a little. She opened her legs to make room for him then she relaxed, let her head rest back on the pillow and let Tom’s tongue work its magic on her clitoris.

At first the orgasm was like a distant tremor. But, as it built up inside her, Sophie found herself gripping the sheets in anticipation. When Tom finally pushed her over the edge her hips began to jerk uncontrollably. She held his head down onto her, not wanting him to stop until she couldn’t bear another moment of the exquisite torture then she let him go and went limp on the bed.

“Pussy says thank you for that,” she told him childishly. “As a reward you can do anything you want to me now…”

 

[cnuveau]

Tom had always gotten a lot of satisfaction out of pleasing his partners and it was no different with Sophie. As she started to cum he bore down even harder as she held him firmly against her.

“As a reward you can do anything you want to me now…”

As she said this Tom's mind went in a number of directions at once. "Hmm, Anything" he mused to himself as he decided on where he might go with that. In the end, he settled on keeping it somewhat vanilla for now. Between her trip to the bathroom and going down on her, sufficient time had pass that he was more then ready to go again.

Tom maneuvered himself from between Sophie's legs then rolled her over onto her stomach. Likely knowing where he was going she pulled her knees underneath her, lifting her ass in the air as he positioned himself behind her. Teasing the head of his cock between her legs Sophie wriggled her hips slightly urging him to enter her. With a single thrust Tom drove deep into her.

Gone were any lingering doubts that he'd previously harbored about his ability to perform. Tom gripped her hips tightly and pumped his cock into Sophie as she gripped the sheets beneath her.

"Yes, just like that!" he grunted as she rocked back to forcefully meet his thrusts. The sounds of his hips slapping against her ass filled the room as beads of sweat formed on his brow. Tom's breathing began to quicken as Sophie's moans became louder

"God yes!" he shouted out between ragged breaths as his orgasm approached. Thrusting deep inside her one last time Tom exploded into her with all that he had left.

Letting out a long breath Tom withdrew from her as drops of his cum dripped from her and onto the sheets. Collapsing on the bed beside her Tom pulled Sophie to his chest and wrapped her in his arms.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Sophie awoke to the sound of birds singing outside. Light was coming in from behind the curtains although she wasn’t quite sure what time it was.

Tom lay next to her, still asleep. She thought back to the previous night. How it had started in the Apple Barrel, how they’d moved on to the restaurant and then how they’d come back to his place.

After he’d cum the first time, Tom had really got into the swing of things in the second round and he’d fucked her like a wild animal. She’d encouraged him, talking dirty and telling him how good it was, which it had been. Tom certainly had the stamina of someone much younger.

When he’d cum, the two of them had collapsed on the bed and after that she must have fallen her asleep. He hadn’t called her an Uber or anything like that. And now here she was lying next to him in his home. This was unfamiliar territory for her.

She looked around the lavishly furnished bedroom. What it must be to live in a place like this she thought.

Sophie didn’t know what should happen next. Normally if it was a hotel room she’d quietly make her way out. It avoided the embarrassing bit where the guy struggled to find the words to get rid of her. But her clothes were downstairs and her guitar along with the thousand dollars he’d given her were still in the back of his Aston Martin.

She decided that the best thing to do was go to the bathroom. Then when she came back he’d be awake hopefully.

She got out of bed. Had a pee then decided to have a shower too. When she came back into the bedroom Tom was indeed awake now.

“I can go now if you’d like,” she told him. “But my guitar is still in the back of your car.”