“Then this is a cause for champagne! How many years has it been since Mr. Howard Bates actually had feelings for somebody? I’ll get to the cellar.”
But I stop the elderly man.
“There’s no need Edwin. All the champagne’s gone. Let’s just say the other night, well, we got a little thirsty.”
And with a smile, I get up and begin striding to my private elevator. I’m all suited up in navy blue pinstripes. My dark brown hair is slicked back with pomade. If I saw me on the street back when I was a kid, before the military, I would have thought I was a chump. Look at that suit, he doesn’t know the first thing about a hard life. But I do. Before the war I took care of my mother, who was sick with cancer. On the night before my eighteenth birthday, she died in her sleep. I was the only one home, and it was devastating. I took her to the hospital in my arms. Carried her a mile across town to the emergency room. I was only a boy then, yet the weight of the world pressed down on my shoulders like a man of many years.
But that wasn’t the last time I carried a dead body. Life has been dark and full of troubles. Yet I still remember the beauty of my mother’s brown eyes. Her smile in the kitchen doing dishes. I would be telling a goddamn lie if I said Lacy didn’t have the same perfect smile and brown eyes. Maybe this is some crazy mother/son thing because the blonde reminds me of the last woman that really cared about me.
I tell the driver where to steer the limo. Before I know it, we arrive at a decrepit tene
ment building on the Lower East Side. I haven’t done anything like this in a long time. I haven’t picked up a woman since I picked up my dead mother in the kitchen. I almost forget how to go about courting a beautiful lady. And that’s when I see the flower shop.
It’s a little corner place bursting with roses and sunflowers. I go up to the little old man and give him a crisp twenty dollar bill. He passes me a beautiful bouquet for Lacy. What the heck. I give him an extra $20.
“For your family,” I say. The old man looks like he’s going to cry. I nod and get a little teary eyed myself. This is it. This is the effect of Lacy. She’s burst open my heart and now I’m giving giant tips to strangers, which is totally out of character.
I ring the door buzzer while my chauffeur searches for a place to park the limo. My body totally relaxes in the foyer of the crumbled building. Why? Two reasons. First, Lacy is going to be in front of me any second. I feel my cock rising in my pants. Second, the drab surroundings remind me of where I’ve been, and of how far I’ve come to become a multi billionaire with a five story penthouse. It’s a lesson in gratitude and a reminder of the appreciation that I need to practice on a daily basis. Holy hell, Lacy’s done this to me?
But then the door opens and I see her. My little fox. She wears a tattered red kimono and little kitten heels. Her hair falls around her gorgeous brown eyes like a beautiful oil painting. I make a mental note to get her portrait commissioned. I want all the damn paintings in my hall to be of Lacy. I can’t help myself, she’s such an image of perfection. I see the tips of her hard nipples bulging through the kimono fabric.
“Mr. Bates,” she says, leaning on the doorjamb. I need to take a bite. I almost squish the flowers between us while I lean forward to nuzzle her neck. She smells like delicious perfume. I slip my arm around her back and feel my cock rising as I push up against her hips. We kiss. Her mouth tastes warm and wet. God she’s so good, I could take her right here in the hall, but, no, she’s my princess. Little ladies need to be treated with respect, and not like some party girl from the city. After all, she’s all I ever wanted. The blonde smiles and I see that sparkle.
“Lacy Brewster,” I pass the bouquet her way. Goddam if she doesn’t look marvelous holding those petals next to her heart. I know that her tits are throbbing under her kimono with desire. And I’m throbbing beneath my pants.
“I’m gonna take you for the biggest shopping spree of your life.”
“I can’t believe I ever met you, Howie Bates.” She smiles and goes in to kiss the stubble on my cheek. When her lips graze my skin, I start to salivate. “Well, I have to put a real outfit on, why don’t you come upstairs and meet my Aunt?”
I would like nothing more than to meet anybody associated with Lacy. She is so beautiful that everyone around her must get in on that glow. She’s walking up the stairs and I see her ass sashaying back and forth under that kimono. God she’s so juicy. Her tiny waist is synched perfectly with the tasseled red ribbon. She looks back over her shoulder. The flowers are visible next to her seductive mouth.
“Howie,” she murmurs, “I’ve been so hungry for you I just can’t help it. I mean, I can’t help myself.” Oh she’s teasing me. I can smell her. At least I think I can. I have to take a whiff.
“Lacy,” I say. “I’ve been eating grapefruit and watermelon slices like a maniac just imagining it’s you between my lips.”
She climbs higher and higher up the stairs, laughing to herself all the while.
“Really, you’ve been slurping fruit imagining it’s my-“
“Perfect little slit,” I growl. I step up fast and reach my hand up her kimono. Perfect. She’s wearing nothing below. I wiggle my fingers up her thigh and she moans.
“Howie, ohh.”
I’m touching her. The wet folds of her perfect pussy are drenched. I slip a finger inside and she almost collapses on the staircase. I hold her up with my arm by the waist.
“Baby, take it easy. We’ve got a long day ahead of us,” I say. She looks over her shoulder and I stick my fingers in my mouth, wet with her cum. I slurp up her juices and she begs me with her eyes. “My princess is just going to have to wait.”
I help pull her back up as we arrive at her aunt’s apartment. She pats her hair, taking a couple deep breaths to make sure she’s presentable.
“I’m so excited for you to meet Aunt Margaret. You’ll see why I love her so much,” says Lacy. She smiles at me and I see again just how young she is. She looks almost as though she could still be in high school. Nothing about her shows any age. She’s ripe and perfect as a melon. I just want to pop her with my hard shaft, but no. It’s time to meet Aunt Margaret. I settle my cock down and we enter the apartment.
Lacy blends in easy with the surroundings of the place. The furniture is made of velvet and house plants drip from the windows. There are bowls of beads all over the tables.
“My aunt is a jewelry designer,” says Lacy, looking cute, pouring tea from a pot into mismatched mugs.
“Yes, I am,” a voice comes from the other side of the apartment. I barely noticed the woman standing amongst the armoire and the fireplace. She looked like she was a part of the surroundings too, like a sculpture that blended into the walls.
It is clear that Margaret is the aunt of my Lacy. Margaret is older than Lacy by many years, but she has the same friendliness and open smile. She walks right up to me and kisses me on the cheek.