for an appointment," she said and abruptly turned to go. She turned around suddenly as if she forgot something. “Oh but do come by at 8 tonight. We have a fun evening planned for you.”
She then leaned forwards and softly kissed his check, just firmly enough to leave a mark from her lipstick. She then ran a hand through his hair and winked.
He smiled as she walked away. "We?" he said to himself quietly.
What just happened? Did she just invite me to her home tonight? Steven thought to himself. He was very excited. And notice that he had become aroused from her caress. He looked to see if his coworkers had noticed.
He made up his mind that he would go.
- - - - -
The rest of the day was nerve racking for Steven. He had never been pursued like this before and he was not sure what to expect. He felt that he was not in control of the situation, but it excited him. He was not sure if this was a date or something more and was not sure what he was supposed to do.
In the end he decided to buy a bottle of wine to bring and dress nice but casually.
Steven arrived at exactly 8 p.m. as she had asked. He rang the doorbell and waited. Celeste answered quickly and smilled
"Am I on time?" he asked. Karen nodded as she escorted him in moving around touching the books and shelves. He took advantage of her inattention to admire her curves, his eyes moving from low heels, to shapely legs, her skirt and jacket fitted snugly over a thin white blouse.
Celeste approached and opened a display case and pulled a large book out and placed it on a black velvet cloth. "This book is an 1853 edition of Tableau de L’Amour Conjugal by Nicolas Venette. He was a physician who advocated balance between reason and passion. He was one of the first people to advocate sexual adventures in the marriage bed over the largely negative public view of sexuality at that time."
Steven noticed that she wore white gloves and turned the pages carefully, showing illustrations and graphical plates of frank, sexual images. When he stood close to see, he quietly took a deep breath, enjoying the scents of perfume, soap and her own personal chemistry.
"Wow," he said feeling the pressure in his groin begin to grow, "very erotic."
She turned the pages slowly, pointing out details of anatomy, humor, translating the french when he asked. She moved closer, leaned into him, sliding her back lightly against his chest.
Her demeanor had warmed and softened as he began to see subtle signs of arousal in her as well; eyes bright, pupils dilated, skin flushed slightly with a real blush under her cosmetic simulation. He noted that she began to touch him lightly, a hand on his arm, brushing against his side as they walked, all small hints of arousal in the unspoken language of the body.
Celeste asked, "What did you think?"
"It was more visceral than I expected. When I think of how many hands had touched those pages over the years. How many erections they caused how many gasps of shock or pleasure spoken over them, it boggles the mind," he said amazing himself at how forward he was being. "I loved the smell of this place." He took a deep breath and said, "But your fragrance is all I care about."
Celeste smiled devilishly, “Would you care for something to drink?"
"That would be very nice," Steven said.
Karen appeared and brought their drinks.
Steven was taken by surprise and when she bent over to place their drinks on the low table, her naked cheeks peeked out from under the edge of her dress. Celeste saw Steven glance towards her, her eyes sparkling. Celeste nodded to indicate that would be all and Karen left at once.
Celeste took a deep breath with her nose in the snifter, then she swirled it around the crystal, looking at the color and legs, and finally took a sip of the brandy. She closed her eyes for long moments before swallowing it, savoring the blend of flavors. "Amazing," she said as she opened her eyes.
Steven looked hard in her eyes. "May I taste it?" he asked.