I was anxious and drove into Donna’s driveway five minutes early. Her house was much more than that. It was more of a mansion. It had to be at least eight thousand square feet. Two cars were parked in the driveway in front of two of the four garages. One was a BMW 650i Convertible and the other was a Jaguar XKR Convertible. It turned out that Donna had a house mate who was standing in the picture window above the four-car garage looking down at me. I waved and she returned it with a smile. She turned toward the direction of the main house and obviously yelled something. It was probably to inform Donna that I was here.
I had always thought that waiting in the car for the date to come out was rude. Even worse was to toot the horn. I went to the front door and rang the doorbell. I expected the house mate to answer but it was Donna and she was slightly out of breath. She was stunning and dressed elegantly in a spaghetti strap dress with V-cuts front and back. It was made of a clingy material that accentuated her curves and dropped to mid calf. She stood taller in four-inch stilettos that wrapped a few times around her ankles. Her light brown hair, which had always been pulled back in a ponytail whenever I’d seen her, was hanging in long curls below her shoulders. She motioned me to come in and she introduced me to Sylvia, her house mate and older sister. Sylvia was equally stunning. She was taller than Donna with sun-streaked blonde hair and deep blue eyes that seemed to sparkle as she examined me from head to toe. She was dressed in a sweatshirt and shorts but it was obvious that her body was every bit the equal of Donna’s. She had an odd expression on her face as she leaned toward Donna and without taking her eyes off mine, whispered, “Fuck Donna. He’s delicious. Nice going.” Sylvia knew she was whispering loud enough for me to hear. Her facial expression changed to a sultry look like she was sizing me up for a meal.
Donna saw Sylvia’s expression and said, “Well. I guess I’d better get you out of here before Sylvi attacks.” Donna pushed past me and opened the front door and we were gone. Sylvia watched from the picture window as she lazily caressed one of her erect nipples though her sweatshirt.
Donna saw what Sylvia was doing in the window and she said, “Sylvia is actually my older half-sister. Same mother, different fathers.” I backed out of the driveway and waved to Sylvia as I drove off. Donna continued, “She’s very beautiful and very aggressive and she especially loves tall, fit men. I hope to keep you out of her clutches. I probably shouldn’t have introduced you two.”
I glanced over at her and said, “You’re every bit as beautiful as she is.” She blushed and waved my compliment away with her hand. We dropped the discussion of Sylvia and I told her where we were going. It was an hour drive but she seemed pleased with my choice.
She said, “I’ve never eaten there but I hear rave reviews.” We talked about innocuous stuff like how great the summer had been. She was interested in the fact that I lived on a lake. She expressed an interest in going out on my boat sometime. I filed that information away for later. She made several attempts to get information about my life but I was purposely evasive. I gave her some info but I didn’t really want to get into talking about Anna. That could wait until some other time if things went well.