Don’t Look Now by Richard Montanari

Author:Richard Montanari
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781409022015
Publisher: Arrow
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

18

UNTIL THE BLUE Lantern, I hadn’t been completely sure.

We had dared the semi-public venue on a few occasions. Like the time she sat on my lap, wearing a full peasant skirt, sans lingerie, on the crowded RTA. During the twenty-minute ride I was able to work myself out of my zipper and deep into Saila. As we sat in the corner fold-down seat – lost in a forest of overcoats, elbows, umbrellas and briefcases – the rhythm of the train and the nearness of those sweaty strangers brought us both to a silent, blazing orgasm as the car roared through the East Fifty-fifth Street station, the lights dimming and flashing and strobing above us.

But that night at the Blue Lantern was the first time she ever went violent.

She wore a lemon silk dress.

We had eaten only appetizers, so we were still rather frisky, not too weighed down by the food. Friskier than usual perhaps because of the bottle of Wan Fu wine we had polished off and the half-joint of sensimilla we had smoked on the way to the restaurant.

‘Fuck me in the bathroom,’ I said.

Her voice dropped a half-octave. ‘Bad little tomcat.’

I moved closer, ran my eyes over her chest, her shoulders, up to her mouth.

‘Go into the bathroom,’ I said. ‘Take off everything under your dress and walk back to the table. I want to watch every man in here get hot.’

I glanced at the ‘Rest Rooms’ sign at the back of the restaurant and then at Saila, who was beginning to color. I moved my hand between her legs and squeezed gently. Saila responded with a short gasp and a slight arch of her back, thrusting her breasts up against me. She clamped her thighs around my hand and smiled.

‘What do I get out of this?’ she asked.

I grabbed her hand and brought it under the table. I moved it a few inches down my leg.

‘And what about later?’

A few more.

‘I think I’m going to order us a brandy,’ I said. ‘This is a brandy caper, don’t you think?’

She looked at me, her eyes full of a mischief, and said, ‘Make mine a double.’ She slid out of the booth, grabbed her shoulder-bag and started toward the back of the restaurant.

A full five minutes passed.

Then, a glimpse of silken hair in the dim light of the hallway told me that Saila was coming. The sexy, confident click of her heels on the hardwood floor kept time with my accelerating pulse.

Ten minutes later, in the car, she placed a perfect leg over the front seat and whispered my name. But before we could consummate our passions, we saw Emily Reinhardt walk across the parking-lot.

And everything changed forever.

* * *

If there was a kick to it all, besides the obvious, it was getting ready to go out. Because, despite the danger, despite the forever of it all, the foreplay was my end of things, and I could never get enough.

It may have been too early in the season but I selected a cream-colored ventless linen sportcoat by Valentino, flat front black slacks.

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