Erotic Enigma (closed for earnestlover)

[DeliciousMaiden]

Prologue:

Natalie Mason:

Natalie eased back in the limousine and watched the city speed past her. She pulled her wrap about her shoulders and put her hand out to ensure she had the black clasp bag that completed her outfit. She ran a hand approvingly along the mid-calf fabric of the dress. She toyed with the intricately woven black lace and ran a finger along the soft sheen of fine red fabric which made a striking background beneath. She had been uncertain what to wear, as such an occasion was not part of her usual social scene, but she was pleased that she had struck the right sense of occasion without being too formal for a party held in her hosts’ own house.

She crossed her legs and looked out once more as the limo halted temporarily held up by traffic. As ever, she was aware of how the dress clung to her body accentuating her curvaceous figure. She was also pleased with how the off-the-shoulder style complimented her fair skin; skin which contrasted strikingly with her thick dark tresses.

”Ten minutes Ma’am.”

Her chauffeur informed her.

”Thank you Wilson.”

Natalie’s voice held a sophisticated anglicised accent, betraying her origins.
Her parents had been English and she had been raised in rich and formal surroundings.
Perhaps that was why she had been eager to escape to the US.
Her parents had objected when she first raised the suggestion.
She was not to go over there to study, to explore!
England was where she belonged!
But when the unexpected and sizeable inheritance from dear Old Uncle Bertrand had come through, Natalie had wasted no time in realising her dream. And so she had relocated and established herself in the wealthy suburb where she still resided.

Although still only 23 at the time, Natalie’s education had not been wasted.
She immediately took advice and made wise investments, investments which accrued at an impressive rate.
When a new financial company had moved into the area, Natalie made extensive enquiries and considered how best to manage her growing wealth. Impressed by the quality of the information and care with which the new company presented a portfolio of options, Natalie decided to move most of her accounts to the newcomers, not only earning her considerable on-going income from those investments, but also helping to establish the Reputation of the new company which rapidly flourished within the usually nepotistic community.

”Ma’am …”

Gracefully Natalie slid out of the car and turned to accept the package the chauffeur put in her hand.

”Thank you Wilson. I’ll call when I need you.
I’m unsure how long I’ll be staying, but I doubt I will require your services for at least two hours.”

She watched as the man nodded and returned to the car, pulling smoothly away.
Turning Natalie walked up the stairs to the front door.

At 32 she knew it was likely that she would be among the younger guests at this party. The celebration of such an anniversary was a momentous occasion and she could hardly ignore an invitation extended by the man who had been handling her account personally for the past four years and yet, Bridget did not expect this would be one of the main social events in her diary.

She rung the bell and allowed herself to be welcomed and escorted into the house.
There were many in the neighbourhood who suspected that she had been married, that her money came from a late husband. There were many rumours concerning her of a more scandalous nature, but wealth and status meant that Natalie did not feel obligated to confirm or deny such allegations. She was discrete and her business was strictly hers!

Her wrap was safely stowed, but she insisted on presenting her gift personally.
Walking into the room, she was unconcerned by the many eyes that turned to assess her appearance. She was used to attention and revelled in it.

An idea of what Natalie's dress would look like:

The dress would be longer, accentuating the curve of hip and thigh and continue down to mid-calf.

Natalie, though brunette is more mature and curvaceous in appearance.

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[DeliciousMaiden]

Natalie Mason

Not in party dress, but this is how I envisage her:

Hope you like, Earnestlover?

DM x



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[earnestlover]

Maurice Bronson

Maurice

I am Maurice, the son of the hosts of this party. I was occupied the whole day making arrangements for a big business deal in a certain Miss Natalie's company. It was all right as I was used to such lenghty negotiations and it had turned out to be a success. My attorney had
told me that Miss Natalie herself would be coming over on the occasion
of my parent's anniversary to extend her cordiality for the conclusion
of such an important deal.

I dressed in my usual elegant style in which I have been groomed right
from a very young age. My butler Ralph was kind enough to have selected
a most exquisite suit while I was still buried amidst heaps of paperwork in my desk even as the party was in progression. I asked Ralph to fetch me a drink and he came back with it and the news of Miss Natalie's arrival. I nodded absentmindedly and did one final check over the paperwork I would be showing her in case she had the time. Then, I
put on my coat and checked my reflection to see if I was presentable.
Ah ! the irony was that no matter how much power dressing I indulged
myself in, I still looked every bit the 24 old playboy. I was too cute inspite of my powerful build. Oh well. you can't have it all and I did wince in pain as I thought of Cassandra, the woman who had ensnared my heart and betrayed it. That is the reason I had so openly commited myself to work.

I combed my long black hair and tied it with a silk ribbon. It highlighted my broad forehead and my wine red lips. I added a final touch of elegance; a silk kerchief in my breast pocket with the
insignia of my company, before coming down the stairs to greet the guests, especially Ms.Natalie, a woman I had not met before except for hurried telephone conversations. Ralph had pointed out Natalie to me and I was pleasantly surprised to find a woman of sophisticated beauty,dressed in a very expensive garment. She exuded confidence and her face carried a sensuality that I could not deny. I came down the stairs as slowly as I could taking time to secretly admire the curves of her body that lay hidden in expensive lace. I could not help but notice the immense attention she received. She seemed comfortable and she casually looked at me and smiled with those luscious lips of hers. There was no judgement in her look and I
felt comfortable that she was not sizing me up as most women tend to
do. I smiled back and came up to her. However, being the shy person I
was, I could not muster the courage to extend my hand to her and
introuduce myself. Instead, I stood at a distance and watched her as
she mingled with the crowd. My mind conjured up images of her in my
arms and I quickly dismissed such carnal thoughts.This was my nature,
to be a voyeur and delight in it's pleasures. But, there was a strange
attraction I felt towards this woman, and I shivered inside as she weaved her way towards me through the crowd, her eyes never leaving mine as the distance between us became closer and closer. I held my hands tightly around the wine glass I held and prepared for the first meeting with this enigmatic woman of substance.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natalie Mason

I stood and looked around the room an admired its stylish décor. The room was a buzz of conversation and the assembled mass held an interesting cross section of people, many of whom I recognised and of course, many who recognised me.

”Miss Mason! How good of you to come!”

I turned and made my way towards my hosts and shook hands with him and kissed her on the cheek with the customary good wishes and congratulations.

”Natalie, please … “

I invited cancelling out the years of formality.
I was their guest now after all!

” … you were very kind to extend the invitation.”

I handed over the gift.

”From England, I hope you like it …”

I commented as I watched the package sent to the table to join the rest.
Such was the custom at grand occasions like this and I was confident that Mr and Mrs Bronson would enjoy opening the gifts at their leisure at a more convenient time.

”You have a lovely house … and quite a celebration… “

I admired, with a smile seeing their pleasure at the genuine compliments.
The influential mass of humanity was certainly a tribute to the eight successful years both business wise and socially.

Moving to take a glass of wine, I watched the happy couple turn to greet another newcomer and glanced around as I sipped at the cool liquid: Chablis, well chilled, but not overly so. The evening was looking up already, so different from the more “provincial” party I had expected.
I smiled catching my own thoughts. I sounded like my mother. Surely I had learned better in my years in the States.

Glancing around the room, I tried to avoid the inevitable reflex of categorising those who were assembled at this occasion, but old habits died hard. My mind ran through the list … professional … monied … ladies-who-lunch or the frustrated and uptight .
I halted and sipped my wine.
Behave Natalie!
I berated myself, glancing around noting that most of the men were way past middle aged … or merely adolescent.

”Miss Mason … we met at … “

I turned to acknowledge the introduction, smiling and taking the over enthusiastic group of the portly gentleman who was now introducing his wife.
… accountant … solid … unimaginative … marking time before retirement …
My mother had a lot to answer for!

Turning I caught sight of a young man walking down the stair case, his eyes moving curiously from person to person, no doubt searching for familiar faces. He was well presented; good looking, dashing even and yet uncharacteristically for such a personable individual, he was not overly flamboyant in either behaviour or dress.
My eyes moved over his suit; subdued, top quality suit, perfect.
Looking up, I smiled as his eye caught mine. Unconcerned that he knew I had been watching him, I acknowledged his glance with a slight inclination of the head, before turning to allow myself to be drawn into another conversation.

Extricating myself from this merry group was going to be … difficult …
I smiled and even managed to force a laugh as the assembled group paid me outrageous complements, their eyes out on stalks and no doubt their hands itching to follow the track of their gaze.

I put my empty glass on the passing tray and declined a further drink. Managing to keep a smile pinned to my face whilst the youngest man sidled over to me and went through a list of cocktails, suggesting I try them that he would advise me as to which to try first. Again I declined any further drink from his hand. Such loud boasting and attempts at coercion always had the reverse effect to that intended. I suspected he himself had already taken enthusiastic advantage of the “open bar” as he no doubt termed it.

Glancing around looking for a polite avenue of escape, I caught sight of the young man from the stair case. He was stood at the edge of the room, his eyes focused in our direction. I wondered fleetingly if he knew anyone at the party, then realised that his attention must have been attracted by the more “boisterous” nature of the conversation.

I dropped my gaze and realised it was more than time to excuse myself, as politely as possible.
As expected, a simple, “… excuse me ..” did not work.
Only the whispered words, “.. powder room …” brought a blush and a clandestine nod in response.

Maintaining the air of sober decorum I broke away from the group and moved across the room making my way towards the stairway in case my “suitor” was watching to see which “facilities” I used. My lips twitched at the idea as I resisted the urge to look back.
I could have just been more abrupt, but had no wish to appear rude and cause a “situation” in someone’s house. The situation was more amusing than troublesome.
Hesitating unsure how far to carry on the charade, I realised I had drawn level with the young man I spotted earlier.
I couldn’t pass him and have him think I was laughing at him, or so I told myself!

Thoughts of my ruse fled as my eyes met his, the smile automatic as I looked over him with renewed curiosity.

”Hello … I’m Natalie Mason …”

I told him softly extending my hand.

”You seem a bit lost … do you know anyone here…?”

 

[earnestlover]

Maurice

I was hoping that she would pass me by because I honestly did not know how embarrassed I would seem if she realized that I was watching her. I have always heard that women knew !!! But come she did and extended her hand with a lovely smile. Her friendly manner immediately dispelled all of my fears and I extended my hand as well. As I did so, I couldn't help but look at her extremely well manicured fingers, slender and long like those of a concert pianist. My eyes slowly drifted up beyond her hand to her full well proportioned body to which her clothes clung as though they loved her. I gulped down a dollop of saliva as I took in all this beauty and shook her hand as softly as I could, enjoying the silky feel of her soft tender skin.


"Hi, I'm Maurice..ummmmm.. I live here.. very nice to meet you in person at last !"

Her perfume wafted through the air and entered my nostrils. It aroused me and I couldnt help but look and take in every detail of her beautiful face, especially her full lips which was perpetually moist and inviting. I have seen many a sphisticated older woman in my life but there was something almost enigmatic about this woman, as though she harboured a million treasures
beneath that sophistication. My eyes quickly drifted back to her eyes and there was still that warmth into which I wanted to drown. I heard the music stop for a change in track and only then did I realize that I had not removed my hand from hers. I clumsily let go of her hand and it felt like such a great deprivation of my senses. We both smiled in embarassment.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natalie Mason

His hand reached out and wrapped itself about mine. The touch was strong, yet tender.
His manner was intriguing; a mixture of confidence and diffidence.
My gaze took in his appearance once more, my eyes sweeping approvingly over his body.

"Hi, I'm Maurice..ummmmm.. I live here.. very nice to meet you in person at last !"

As soon as I heard the name, I knew I recognised it.
Then when he said he lived here! It suddenly all made sense!
The voice … it sounded deeper, more resonant now than on the telephone.
But I had never imagined that the Bronson’s son would look anything like this!
It wasn’t until his hand finally withdrew from about mine that I realised how sensuous I had found that simple touch.
I blushed taken aback by the sensation, but recovered attributing my reaction to the error of my previous words.

”Maurice … do forgive me. I should have realised but …”

Even to my own ears, my voice sounded breathless.

”You’re … not at all what I expected …”

My voice tailed away as our eyes met once more.
My mind swirled and clutched for the usual social niceties.
A tray passed by and I turned to accept the proffered drink.
The coolness of the glass calming, slowing my racing pulse.
I had no idea what it was, but his voice, the soft brush of his fingers on my skin had completely floored me.

”Your parents are over there...”

I indicated with a nod of the head and sipped at my wine.
(At last, sanity was returning.)

”It was very gracious of them to extend the invitation to celebrate this occasion with them.”

My eyes had drifted to follow the Bronson’s as they spoke to guests at the far side of the room. I turned to meet his eyes again, feeling the same jolt of awareness and wondering fleetingly what on earth was happening to me!

”I understand that you’ve been largely responsible for the MILLER negotiations.
I have entrusted all my investments to your father throughout the years.
He assured me that my accounts would be safe in your hands …”

I cannot help my eyes flitting down to the strong hand that just held mine and wondering briefly what it would feel like if his hands touched my …

I snap my attention back to his face and continue smoothly.

” I’ve been very impressed by your work so far, Maurice …”

I sip my wine calmly.
(Hell I was impressed with everything about him!)

"As ever, your father's advice was spot on."

 

[earnestlover]

Maurice

Although we were conversing, we both knew that words hardly had any meaning here. I was secretly accomadating her into my
sensuous fantasies as she spoke in the same cool manner. Her voice exuded confidence and I realized my own thirst for a drink
when I observed the wine enter her wet lips. I absent mindedly licked my lips at the sight of her lips being moistened with
the spirit. However erotic the tension between us, I felt comfortable with this woman and had for the most part forgotten my promised meeting with the Stuarts who were now busy gestulating their business proposals to my parents at the far side of the room. My attention drifted back from them to her body and then to her words as I smoothly replied in a socially amicable
manner..

"Thank you so much madam, we only serve your interests and it's been a pleasure doing business with you. It's a great
honour to have you here as our guest"..

All this while, our eyes never left each other and I felt we were the only ones in the room. My groin was feeling tight and I shifted my legs a bit to ease the tension that her mere presence was creating.Of course, my manners were discrete or so they seemed to me.


"Actually, I was just finishing up my report to your company in case I got the chance to show it to you. Your secretary told
me you are busy all week. It's up in my office..shall I bring it to you or would you rather settle it another day ?"


There was no denying that I was attracted to this woman, not only towards her body but rather to her soul to which I felt I
could pour out all of my secrets. But the memories of Cassandra still stung my heart and I found it difficult to fully accept
her grace into my heart.

"Please, do sit down Madam, or ummmmmm...would you prefer the outdoor lawns... there are a lot of stars under the sky"


I could have almost slapped myself for saying the second part of my invitation with a stutter but I could only muster that much courage as my eyes constantly took in the details of her curvaceous body and the way her nipples seemed to protrude
during the course of our conversation.. it must be the drink that's manking me imagine such things. Whatever the issue, I
knew I wanted to talk with her alone and honestly did not know if she would misunderstand me as being too forward. Her protruding nipples by the way perfectly complemented her shapely breasts just as a perfectly placed cherry on a very creamy cake. I wondered what colour they were ?? I quickly gathered my thoughts back to the present moment.

I smiled yet again at a passing guest and when my eyes drifted back to her, my heart did a skydive and I felt that familiar
tickle of little Maurice rustling about in my pants.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natalie Mason

His response was gracious.

"Thank you so much madam, we only serve your interests and it's been a pleasure doing business with you. It's a great honour to have you here as our guest"

I smiled in acceptance of the compliment and sipped at my wine once more.
Outside I was cool, polite, and yet there was something about Maurice that made him … unique … his looks suggested playboy, philanderer and yet there was nothing about this man that suggested he was a “lightweight” in any sense of the word.

"Actually, I was just finishing up my report to your company in case I got the chance to show it to you. Your secretary told me you are busy all week.
It's up in my office..shall I bring it to you or would you rather settle it another day ?"

My mind went immediately to pictures of a secluded office, the smell of leather, polished wood … Forcing a shutter down before my imagination got the better of me, I replied smoothly.

”I’m very eager to see the portfolio you’ve put together, but right now might not be the time … “

I glanced around knowing it would be rude to leave the party, even under such circumstances and no doubt the Bronsons would wish their son to be around at this happy event.

"Please, do sit down Madam, or ummmmmm...would you prefer the outdoor lawns... there are a lot of stars under the sky"

My eyes snapped to his face.
Had I heard right? But if so, surely …
There was no denying that there was more than a frisson of tension – sexual tension between us, but wonderful as the fantasy might be, in reality …
Whatever level headed thought was about to enter my mind dissipated as his eyes caught and held mine.
I felt my heart lurch then race on.

”It would be nice to get some air … “

I told him breathlessly.

”It seems very … hot … in here suddenly … “

My eyes searched his to see if he responded to the nuance of my words.
He was debonair and had all the signs of being a charming host on his parents’ behalf, yet I couldn’t believe that such a charismatic young man would not have at least one girlfriend in tow somewhere – and it was well known by those few who had been foolish enough to attempt deception that I did not like to share!

Moving along by his side, we crossed to a second reception room and moved as one towards the patio doors. Allowing him to push open the glass panel I moved past him and out into the moonlit garden. I moved to the wall and looked down upon what was no doubt an impressive garden in daylight. I sensed him following and coming to a halt beside me. I placed my glass aside on the stone table nearby and kept my eyes trained on the dark shapes that were strangely illuminated by the moon and the streams of light that spilled forth from the house.

”It’s a lovely night …”

I commented, my eyes still avoiding his.
In my head I was lecturing myself:
I was too wise to be taken in by appearances:
Well dressed, well mannered young men were two-a-penny around here, especially if they thought you had wealth or believed some of the more salacious rumour doing the rounds on a regular basis.
Perhaps that was the problem?
There seemed nothing superficial about Maurice. He had wealth enough and his looks were such that he could no doubt woo any female he set his cap at.
He had breeding, intelligence, a steady head for business …
But above all, he was the first man I had felt such an instant attraction to since …
I searched my memory and decided that this … magnetism … was all very different from what I was used to.

”You said you lived here, that your office was here, Maurice.
Do you have your own “quarters” or do you keep a place for yourself in town?”

The question was plucked out of the air, but I couldn’t help wondering where he took his dates and how he ever got any privacy living in with Mom and dad as he did.

 

[earnestlover]

Maurice begins to like Natalie

”You said you lived here, that your office was here, Maurice.
Do you have your own “quarters” or do you keep a place for yourself in town?”


I did not answer for a long time and innocently kept gazing at whatever she seemed to be looking at. It was a disturbing
question as it brought back memories of Cassandra and how she used to toy with me; only satisfying her carnal desires and
bank balances. I was too naive then to realize that she was a corporate spy sent to gather details of my stocks. By the time

I realized what was happening, I was too heartbroken because she was my first. We used to have what she called "wild fucking"
in our country cottage during the weekends.The place had too many haunting memories for me that I could not tell of this
place to Natalie. I now stayed in the guest bungalow beyond the lawns which we were facing. Of course, there was no need to
consider such extremes as I felt comfortable with this woman who stood beside me with her slender naked arms wrapped around herself, her warm lips letting out sensuous drafts of mist up into the night sky. Oh, if only I could touch them with my own.

"Oh ! I live in the guest bungalow beyond those shrubs that you seem to be looking at. It's a quiet place although I spend
most of my time at the office and my father's study. I used to stay in a cottage but....." and I trailed off as I found
myself again revealing things I did not wish to reveal.. not just yet anyway.

It felt nice to be with her out in this lovely night. The moonlight placed a soft glow on her form and I observed that her
bare shoulders had tiny goosebumps on them.. perhaps she was cold. I removed my jacket and was about to put it over her for
warmth but stopped to get her permission as her eyes met mine. There was a brief pause between which her eyes lit up and she
nodded in appreciation. I gently lay the warm jacket over her shoulders.. all the while controlling every fibre of my resolve
not to touch her in fear of offending her. I did this gesture honestly out of concern for her.What was wrong with me ??? why was I being drawn towards this woman who was surely much older than me and moroever a business partner at that. But I couldn't help it, it was too long since I had been so close to a woman such as her and I did not wish for this moment to slip away.

I did not speak but just moved closer to her just to feel close to her. We observed the night sky together. I could hear the
laughter inside and the crickets outside.. I also heard her sigh and I turned to look at her again, at her casacding brown
hair which she seemed to have let down. Oh God she was so beautiful.. I quickly turned away when she looked in my direction
lest she find my sudden weakness.I just said

"You are right.. it is such a lovely night.. and lovelier still because of..." OOPS !!!

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natalie Mason

The light question hung in the air between us.
He seemed to be considering. Considering how much to tell me?

"Oh ! I live in the guest bungalow beyond those shrubs that you seem to be looking at. It's a quiet place although I spend
most of my time at the office and my father's study.”

I nod and look in the direction although the darkness masks any sight.

”I used to stay in a cottage but....."

I glance over at him and wonder.
The response seemed open … honest, but I had learned by experience to assess what was NOT said as much as what was.
There was definitely … something… there and yet …

I had no right to pry.
Instead I moved my gaze back to the darkness of the garden, a sight that seemed less illuminated now a cloud had passed over the moon and consequently more chilled.
I turned once more as I felt him move beside me.
His eyes looked questioningly and I realised with surprise that he had removed his jacket and was offering it to me.
Amazed, I nodded consent and smiled as he draped my shoulders with the fine fabric moving closer as if to add to the warmth by his presence.

His proximity though welcome, was unnecessary.
The smooth lining of the jacket still held his heat, his scent.
It grazed my skin with a sensuality that was altogether unexpected.
The offering seemed disproportionately … intimate…
I turned and smiled up at him hearing him comment;

"You are right.. it is such a lovely night.. and lovelier still because of..."

I blinked. Because of … ? Surely he was not referring to me?
I smiled and lowered my eyes demurely.
This was crazy. I was acting like a love sick teenager.
He was much too young for me. Early twenties I calculated.
Ten years age difference.
No … thrilling though it was to enjoy the attentions of this young man for the evening, I was too sensible to imagine that there might be more than a common business interest and the fact that the majority of the guests this evening were either much younger than he, or somewhat older than I was!

”It is lovely, but somewhat chilly.”

I responded finally, eyeing the pristine white shirt, the single layer of fabric that covered his body with concern.

”I’d hate for you to catch cold …”

I added, my voice trailing off as my eyes were drawn irresistibly to travel over the outline of Maurice’s torso; his broad shoulders, his wide chest, his flat abdomen his ..

I desperately tried not to let the pink hue tinge my cheeks.
Drawing the jacket more closely about me, I met his eyes once more and fought to keep my voice steady.

"This is very kind of you, Maurice, but we can go inside if you wish."

God! This wasn’t like me at all.
I was a mature … level-headed woman… so what was I playing at getting all horny just because some guy offered me his jacket?
But it was more than that … I knew it instinctively.
It wasn’t just his physical attributes; he had charm, background, manners, intelligence, a head for business …

A good thing I was way past that … impressionable … age!

 

[earnestlover]

Maurice

She was decent enough not to pry further at my weak attempts of concealing my growing affection for her or my past.. or should I say ; her body. It has been a long time since I have been with a woman as I had totally absorbed myself into my work. A warm chilly wind came our way and she suggested that we head back.. I could almost taste the words as she spoke in the most sensitive tone.. ”It is lovely, but somewhat chilly.”...”I’d hate for you to catch cold …”
..."This is very kind of you, Maurice, but we can go inside if you wish."

Oh wow ! not only was this lovely lady bodaciously beautiful, but she also seemed to care about me catching a cold. Was there an air of concern in those words or was it just a formal statement for her to go back inside and back to the party ???.. perhaps she was bored of my company. I was not sure. I did not reply but rather politely nodded and we both made our way back into the party past the sliding glass doors. A lot of eyes evaluated us and as we entered. I noticed that several of the men were like me discretely fucking her in their minds.. thinking of how many ways they can kiss and fondle her curvaceous body.

However, I was a bit different from all these other men because Natalie had shown me in these brief moments that inside that
body was a caring person who could become the very best of friends. I think my lust for her equaled the desire to know her
better as a person.

She calmly gave me back my jacket and seemed to be distracted as people kept calling her trying to woo her into joining their
own little social conversation circle so they could look nice. I could not help but notice the colour of her shoulders, the skin flawless as though it were made of cream. I wore my jacket and could feel her perfume wafting and stinging my loins once more.

She excused herself from me most politely and proceeded to greet some of her other friends, who were sitting across the room. As she sat, I saw that she crossed her legs perfectly and those soft thighs shone against the soft lighting of the room. As I
watched her from a distance once again, I kept remembering her words about being too hot here and then being too cold there
outside.. a deep sexual desire arouse in me as I began to mentally imagine how warm the place between those thighs must be.. I deeply wanted to touch her toes and kiss my way up between those thighs and reach whatever heaven that lay there. Oh jeepers !!! I really need to get laid... can't even think with my head anymore.

There were a few young men talking to her and I felt the strangest tinge of jealousy. This emotion surprised me as I did not want to feel so much for Natalie so soon. So, I tried to shift my attention on the other ladies that had come which were not
many in my age group. There were a few models who worked for one of our sister concerns and I tried to briefly flirt with
them. However, I found them repulsive as they seemed all too eager to get into bed with me with their heavily accented come
ons.These women would probably suck my cock dry at the drop of a hat.Although I wanted to get laid badly, the emotional scars
left by Cassandra still there. I found Natalie's silence and brief words to be more arousing than these supermodels with
bottomless cleavages.

Therefore, I wandered through the party, shaking a few hands here and slapping a few backs there.. playing the host. But I
could not stop myself from occasionally stealing glances at her. She seemed not to notice my attention to her. stop it Maurice...she is too good for you...but I couldnt listen to reason anymore. It was not love or anything close to it. It was just a deep animal desire to be close to her and be with her.. the need to possess her or to be possessed by her.

It was soon time for dinner and as we all sat down in the long table, I saw that Natalie was coming towards the chair nearest
to me with her usual drop dead gorgeous smile. My heart beat faster as I wondered if she would sit next to me so that I could
feel the presence of her body close to me once again and watch goblets of food enter through those thin succulent lips.. or just exchange a few words again. But alas, she silently passed me as she waved to another friend and sat across me. Was she avoiding me ???? maybe I was being too forward and she was just being polite because I was the host. Anyway, none of these
thoughts stopped me from stealing glances at her as we all ate and talked our way into the night. I even dropped my spoon
once and pretending to fetch it by going down on the table. As I went down, I watched her feet encased in expensive shoes and
the silk stockings that kissed the flesh of her legs.. oh .. I want to touch those legs and kiss them.. As i raised myself after innocently picking up the spoon, I was caught red handed by Natalie who looked right into my eyes and smiled a most
knowing smile. She calmly sipped the water and looked briefly at me and then at the spoon at my hand before proceeding to
converse with her friends. I felt downright cheap like a stupid teenager whose teacher just found out he had a crush on her.

I sheepishly finished my meal and went to the door to see the guests out as they left after dinner.

Natalie also prepared to leave and she bid her farewell to my parents and as she neared the door, she spoke something to me
as we shook hands. But I could hear her words because I was deafened by her beauty and my own embarassment as I once again savoured the feel of her sexy hand. This time I did not look into her eyes because I was too ashamed. She gently withdrew her hand and we both bid farewell in the most polite manner that any normal guest and host exchanged. My heart sank as I watched her leave.

The party soon wound to a close and after my own hugs and gifts and kisses to my beloved parents, I went back to my study to
finish up the work I had left behind. Loyal Ralph had everything prepared and even smiled knowlingly as he said "Sire, Miss
Natalie had brought a most expensive gift and she was a fine lady at the party". I just nodded my affirmation of the same
with a smile and tried my best to get back to my work after Ralph left me. There was a huge load of it and I took almost all
night to complete it before I dozed off in my desk. It was a peaceful sleep and I woke up next day quite late. During my
shower, I recalled Natalie and the combined effect of her memory and the feel of the water against my naked body gave me an
erection.. I so wanted to stroke my cock until I came with my soapy hands but denied myself the pleasure. Something deep
inside me seemed to tell me that I would only violate the precious memory of Natalie..Oh Natalie.. such a lovely name.. such
a lovely person.. if only I had the chance to meet her again.. just one more time.

It was time to get back to work.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natalie Mason

The coffee was hot and aromatic, the perfect end to the brunch I had just eaten out on the terrace. I thumbed through the cards … calling cards, or at least messages that had been sent around that morning whilst I enjoyed a lazy start to the day. I looked at each name one by one and recalled the conversations that had been shared the previous evening.

But of course there was no communication from HIM.
And no reason why there should be. Any future association would be in connection with business or a coincidental meeting at social events where we had acquaintances in common.

Sighing I settled down into the comfortable wicker chair and let my mind run over the events of that night. Our time together had been brief and yet … memorable. He had been a charming host, but then, as expected, had excused himself and moved on. The party and the company throughout the night had surpassed my expectations and yet … I couldn’t help noticing that Maurice remained unaccompanied by any special female companion. Perhaps that sort of party wasn’t her thing … but yet one might have thought …

Catching my train of thought, I stood abruptly. This had to stop. Why one agreeable, but unremarkable meeting still filled my head I could not imagine. Maurice was personable enough … handsome … decidedly … and of course his manners… obvious intellect … and …
Damn. Even now the remembered electricity crackling between us made my body tingle. I was somewhat bemused and taken aback by the strong impression that man had made on my senses.

Returning to my seat, I rang the bell and picked up my coffee once more. Promptly my butler appeared.

”Giles, please ensure this note is sent around to Mr and Mrs Bronson immediately and then contact their offices and arrange an appointment for me to go in and check on the MILLER contract, would you ?”

A nod and a “Yes, Ma’am,” assured me that my instructions would be carried out promptly. Smiling I drained my coffee and decided to dress for a trip into town.

”Contact me on the mobile when that appointment comes through, will you Giles? Or have their office contact me directly on that number.”

I told him casually as I opted to drive myself today. A chauffeur was not always necessary after all. Turning the key in the ignition I told myself that Mr Bronson would most likely be the only person to attend the meeting and this definitely was NOT a ruse to meet Maurice again ..

 

[earnestlover]

Maurice

It was a busy day at work and I was up to my throat in it. My secretary Sasha was her usual bumbling self which made matters even worse. But she was a nice person and thats why she remained for as long as I could remember.. she also had the company phone book in her head.Finally, there seemed to be a brief time to take a break and I retired intO the small room built into my office. I took off my jacket and reclined on my favourite bean bag. As relaxation came, so did a soft sleep. Visions of yesterday night occupied my mind and I was back at the party again, looking at all the guests with their sparkling champagne. And amidst them, I saw a beautiful angel, Natalie so far away, glowing and unreachable. She was smiling, her eyes looking at me, enfolding me in it's warmth.

Suddenly I woke up , Sasha had knocked on the door and was now poking her pretty head inside and asked me "Mauri honey,sorry to wake you but there was a call from the Manson's office about the MILLER contract.

They also wanted to know if they could meet with you for the same. What do you think ?"

The Manson's office... ah ! thats Natalie's company..could this be a chance to see her again ? I was hoping I could see her again and this seemed like the perfect oppurtunity. Morover, I had the MILLER contract all completed and was waiting for her signature. My parents had left this morning for their second honeymoon and that left me to take care of this important contract. I told Sasha "ummmm... okay grandmamma Sasha.. please fix an lunch appointment with them at the usual restaurant if they are free today.. I think I have to attend it myself as dad is away."

Sasha made a pout for me calling her grandmamma and said "Okay.. Mauri.. u silly boy.. do I really look that old ?" and she left with a golden smile that lit me up.

Just can't take a break , I mumbled as I went back to work. Atleast I might get a chance to meet Natalie again.. I could only wish that it would be her instead of her legal representative. But then again, I really didnt think a woman of her sophistication personally graced her business meetings.Oh well, so much for wishfull thinking.

I got back to work.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natalie Mason

The morning's expedition had served its purpose. I wasn't in need of yet another antique, but had allowed myself to be drawn into the perusal of those fascinating objects and completely forgotten about the Bronson's, Maurice Bronson in particular.
It was almost a surprise when the call came through, a call from my office and not their's. Excusing myself, I stood aside and listened to Jameson as he related the arrangements.

"A lunch appointment ... yes ... I know that restaurant ... but ... is Michaels available...? .... just one moment... "

I hesitated my mind racing.
They had scheduled a lunch appointment, at a restaurant, not at all suitable for the reading and signing of contracts. I was faintly irritated and suspected that Mr Bronson Senior would not have been responsible for such arrangements. Business was sacrosanct and I was unwilling to take any chances.

"Look ... I can't speak easily right now. Get onto their office and cancel the lunch appointment. No. Cancel it outright. Yes. Get their office to send the contract to our offices by.... 1pm .. and get Michaels to go through the paperwork... yes ... I want it checking thoroughly. I'll get in their at... oh.... 2:30 pm and see Michaels and the contract myself. If all is in order, THEN we'll arrange an appointment with Bronson and do the signing. Yes. Got that. Good. See you 2:30 ... good bye Jameson."

I clicked off and dropped the mobile into my bag.
Returning to the gallery, I made my excuses.

"So sorry ... business I'm afraid ... "

Assuring them of my continued interest, I left and walked steadily towards my car.

"Damn."

I got in and started up, heading for home.
It wasn't that I didn't trust Bronson's, or the work Maurice had been doing. It was just ...
I hated to admit it, even to myself, but for a young man of Maurice's personality and status to show even a passing interest in a woman in my circumstances ... one had to be careful ... suspicious even. I had made mistakes in my life and no doubt would continue to do so in my personal life, but in business, I was too wise to take any risks. THAT at least I could control.

Once back at the the house I ordered a light lunch to be served on the terrace and gave instructions that Wilson have the car ready for 2 pm. Lost in thought, I hardly noticed Giles moving adeptly to set out my luncheon and although it was a delicious concoction of ceasar salad and warm bread rolls, I didn't do the repast justice, merely eating, but not savouring the culinary skills of my chef.