Jack

May 18

We met for dinner again tonight. I thought that maybe tonight would be the night since we were meeting in the restaurant of his hotel for dinner but I never expected, I never imagined, oh God, the things that I did tonight!

I had a busy day of running errands but I knew there was something special about tonight so I wasted a great deal of my time shopping for just the right dress. I went off to my favorite shops and finally settled on what else but the perfect little basic black dress. I insist that fabric feel as good as it looks and this one did. The top of the dress exposed just enough of my neckline and showed off the tops of my breasts, while from the waist down it had a short but flared skirt.

When I put the dress on I loved the way it moved. Sudden turns would allow him to glimpse just that much more of my legs. I decided to go all out and buy the thigh high black seemed stockings for tonight. I was feeling very bold and adventurous and I knew it would finally be the night when we would………………

I don't want to get ahead of myself. I want to savor every moment of what we did. I want to build my way back up to it and live it all over again in this journal.

I dressed very carefully, paying attention to every detail. Everything that touched my body was brand new, bought just today. I had on my black three inch heeled pumps and my pearls. I decided to wear my hair up with stray pieces framing my face here and there.

The over all effect was a cross between demure, alluring, respectable and sexy. I had hoped to come up with something that would make him feel proud to be seen with me in a five star restaurant yet at the same time wish to tear the clothes from my body.

I couldn't believe it but he actually sent a car for me! I knew he lived a very different life style then me but to send a car? I could have driven myself but when he phoned he was very explicit. There was no discussing the issue, he would not have me driving myself into the city to see him.

I sat in the back of the limousine sipping a glass of Merlot and wondering what tonight would really be like. I knew we would have a fabulous dinner but there was something about Jack that was so different from other men I had been out with.

There was something in his eyes. It was as if he could look right through me and see my soul. He had some kind of nameless power over me. I often felt like I walked in a dream when I'd see him. Until now he had held something back from me of himself. Something critical so that I could not know him. Some base instinct told me tonight all that would change. Tonight I would see him for what he really was.

I was almost afraid of what I was to learn this evening. Every sense within me jumped to life. I was on pins and needles, nervous, afraid and excited all at once. There were fleeting moments during the drive where I felt flashes of erotic sensations. I was even shaking a bit so as we pulled up to the hotel I took one deep long breath and closed my eyes for a second. I told myself I was just being silly and I prepared myself to exit the car.

The driver came around and opened my door. He held out his hand to me and I swung my legs out first, turning my body then rising from my seat. For some reason I felt almost regal. I walked into the hotel lobby where I was greeted by who I can only assume was the hotel manager or concierge. An attractive elderly man who inquired my name and told me my party awaited my arrival in the lounge.

Upon receiving his direction I entered the lounge. Seated in the rear corner facing the door was Jack. He stood to greet me as I approached a devastatingly handsome smile on his face. His blue/gray eyes appeared to glint in the candle lit room. He took my hand and wordlessly raised it to his lips.

I smiled back at him and we sat down for a while. He ordered a glass of wine for me and we sat and talked. He was utterly charming and I felt beautiful in his company.

After a while we exited the lounge and took our place in the restaurant. It was a beautiful room. Tables were placed in a way that you felt a sense of privacy. We enjoyed a gourmet meal of several courses. He ordered the finest champagne on the menu and toasted to my beauty as I blushed.

About half way through dinner something happened. Something in his demeanor changed. I could feel the electricity spark between us. I could feel myself become agitated as I sat there. His eyes looking into mine. There was something about this time at the table that left me breathless. I nervously continued on with the conversation we were having. For the life of me I can't recall a single word from it now.

Slowly, casually, he reached across the table taking my hand in his. He began by stroking my palm with his fingers. He teased the base of my wrist with small but seductive movements. With absolute deliberate slowness he raised my hand up in his and began to kiss the tips of each finger.

Involuntarily I shuddered as his tongue began to trace a path up and down each finger. It wasn't so much the heat of his breath on my skin right there in the restaurant, it was more the way his eyes pierced my soul. All this time, as I sat flustered and heated his eyes never left mine, not even for an instant.

Finally, he placed a single kiss upon my palm and I blinked my eyes as if to waken myself from the intensely erotic place I had been thrown. Letting go of my hand he leaned closer to me that he might be better able to whisper something in my ear. I had naively anticipated words of devotion and affection but to my surprise heard something entirely foreign.

Jack leaned close to my ear and as I felt his warm breath against my skin once again I closed my eyes as if to absorb his words without distraction. Time stood still and the room disappeared from my view and my mind. I closed all else out. There was only the two of us now, I saw nothing else, heard nothing else.

I held my breath as he spoke and although I could hear his voice I could not understand what he asked of me. It took me a moment. I simply sat there dazed and he repeated his request once again.

I had never in my life faced such a thing. He asked me to do something that under normal conditions would have warranted a slap to the face but it was different with Jack. He was like a force of nature and I knew I could not deny him this or anything else.

I took another deep breath and I rose from the table. I very gracefully made my way to the ladies lounge where I proceeded to fulfill his demands. And they were demands. Jack had decided what he wanted and he would have no less.

I walked back toward the table, my left hand closed tightly around a small warm object. I did as he bid me and went not to my chair but to stand behind him. I leaned down placing my hands upon his shoulders and placed a single kiss upon his cheek. As I did so, I reached my hand lower until I found the breast pocket inside his jacket and there I deposited his gift.

I walked back to my chair and took my seat. Jack reached into his pocket taking out the small object I had left there. He held it in his fist so no one could see what it was. I knew what it was though. I was beginning to blush knowing he held the tiny satin thong, which until moments ago was on my body. With deliberate slowness he raised it to his face and inhaled the fragrance that only I could have given it. There was something so intensely intimate in this action that I felt myself become aroused.

He placed the garment back in his pocket and took my hand in his once again. Then the questions began. He wanted to know that I carried out his instructions exactly as he had given them. He demanded that I be detailed and exact.

And so he began, "Tell me exactly how you did it Duchess" (of course he used my given name which may be known by some but will not be said today). He always used my name while we were intimate, I insisted upon it. What self-respecting woman would allow a man to fuck her without speaking her name after all?

I told him that I went into the ladies lounge and locked myself in. I stood there and reached my hand down to the hemline of my skirt, reaching the bare flesh of my thigh just above my stockings. I raised my hand up further still until it came in contact with the satin of my thong. I was thoroughly wet just thinking about what I was doing and knowing he knew I did it and awaited my return. I slid the satin down my legs and clutched it firmly in my grasp. I could feel its dampness and I knew it smelled of me.

He seemed pleased at my answer to his question. And then the remainder of the meal was served. I felt extremely flustered as I attempted to choke down the most delicious meal I had ever eaten.

He was so casual as he ate. It seemed as though he had all the time in the world as he ate with his continued deliberate slowness. I felt like I was to be his next course and I waited his bidding anxiously. I knew I should feel some sense of humiliation but all I felt was heightened desire.

We sat there for several hours and continued to talk casually. I sensed what awaited me when it was time to leave but his casual indifference confused me. It made me want him even more.

When the coffee was served he leaned close to whisper in my ear again. Jack's voice set my nerves on edge. There was so much sexual tension it frightened me. He didn't ask but demanded I perform for him. I was helpless to deny him yet again.

Jack instructed me to reach my hand up my skirt and touch myself. He then wanted me to take my hand, which was now slick from my own wetness, and touch his lips. I touched my fingers to his lips and he kissed them. He instructed me to do it again so I did only this time I was to run my fingers over the rim of his wineglass so that he might drink of me.

I know the desire was plain to see on my face but cared not at all. The restaurant was almost empty now with the hour being so late. We sat in a dim candle lit corner and my back was to the room. Once again his eyes burned into mine and I had to force myself to breathe.

Several times I reached beneath the table to fondle myself, each time he instructed me to do something different with my dampened hand. He even had me touch my own face, then my neck. On my last pass he had me run my hand down my neckline to my cleavage. He said he wanted me to wear myself like perfume.

Finally when I knew I could bear it no more he led me from the table. It was an old hotel with a wide sweeping staircase. He led me up the stairs and stopped me on the landing. Here he stood behind me placing his hands on my hips and he began to kiss my neck.

His hands slid down and then came back up beneath my skirt. The halls were deserted and he seemed not to care about being caught. I think that the idea of possibly being found out excited me although I felt afraid.

I felt his hands on my bare things just before I felt them find my center. His one hand returned from beneath my skirt to my breast. I could feel his hand massage and caress me through the fabric of my dress. I felt my flesh become hot. His other hand still up my skirt to stroke and tease me.

I leaned back against him for support. I was breathless and I started to feel slightly dizzy. I tried to tell him but he forbid me to speak. Then his finger plunged deep inside me and he instructed me to walk up the second portion of the stairs. He directed me to his door where he handed me the key.

His hands never stopped exploring my body as I opened the door. Once inside the room he suddenly let me go. I stood there dazed and confused. He went on ahead to the bedroom but I did not follow. I felt that I should await his direction.

In a moment he returned with a black silk scarf which he tied around my head so I could no longer see. He led me by the hand to the bedroom where I stood motionless for several minutes. I heard him call to me and I moved cautiously forward toward the sound of his voice.

I felt him standing just before me but waited further instruction. Jack began to kiss my face and my neck. He pushed me down upon the huge four poster bed and began to tease me.

He told me he would make me beg which I found distasteful and yet somehow I knew I would do it. Jack was very bold and expressive. He was completely comfortable with his sexuality. I was still afraid of how far he would take things but I had to find out.

He opened up a whole new world for me tonight. He changed me somehow forever I think. He explored every inch of me taking his time. He did not rush the act but instead, savored every moment. As I lay there blind to my surroundings I was somehow liberated. Not being able to see left me only able to feel. I was so consumed by what I felt that I was no longer afraid or embarrassed.

His hands roamed over my body paying close attention to every inch of me. He didn't just grope at me to satisfy himself but he explored me gaining pleasure from my pleasure.

Jack made love with all the intensity I expected from him. He glorified in my climax when it came. He satisfied every desire I had ever known or dreamed and then went on to teach me of the ones beyond my imagining.

When finally he felt ready to perform the final act of intercourse with me I know I had begged for it. He made me scream his name into the darkness as I heard him scream out mine. We both reached orgasm at the same time which in my experience is not as common as one might read in books.

When the time came he entered me quickly, in one forceful thrust. He plunged deep inside of me causing me to cry out. I think I may have actually screamed at some point. I had never felt anything so overwhelming. I was full from him and tried to become accustomed to the feel of him. His movements were deep and fast. On and on he pushed deep inside me. The act feeling endless and yet I wanted it to last forever.

My nails dug into his flesh as I thrashed beneath him panting and desperate for breath. I know I pulled hard on his hair, which was black, as night and soft, as silk and if I'm not mistaken he enjoyed it.

When finally we came together and were both lying there exhausted and spent he removed my blind fold and kissed me one last time. As I lay there in the darkness I felt tears begin to roll down my face. I don't know why for I did not feel sad or unhappy but I think I knew I would never see Jack again.

Jack was like a hunter. He prowled and searched for prey. He moved swiftly like a jungle cat, he pounced and he killed and then he moved on.

Once again I sit before my widow on my little bench bathed in moonlight wondering about my life. I don't hold any regret for having met Jack. In some small way I think I loved him. Maybe not him exactly but the way he could command my very soul. He was worth the discomfort, slight soreness and hint of humiliation that lives within me now.

He was worth the price because for those few hours he had set me free.