“I suggest,” said Nikos, “ that if you agree we will not have dessert, just coffee and brandy. Then I should like to take you to bed.” He smiled gently.
I suppose I should have been shocked, startled at least. But there was an inevitability about this development, almost as though I had wished it. Nikos had sensed my need and had seen no need to walk round it. Unable to trust my voice, I nodded agreement.
When the coffee and brandy had been served, Nikos dropped a coffee spoon. “Excuse me,” he said and bent under the table. I felt a hand on my knee, widening my legs, easing my skirt higher on my thighs. Nikos reappeared with the spoon. He said, “Very pretty. I expected to approve but you exceed my anticipation. I hope you didn’t mind.”
As it was one of the most erotic moments I had ever experienced, I was far from minding. “No,” I said, “It was – nice. Exciting.”
“You are aroused?”
“Yes. I think I should go to the ladies’ room, if you will excuse me.”
“Of course.” As i rose, he touched my hand. “I am pleased. About the arousal. Don’t do anything about it yet. Wait.”
I nodded and retreated in a daze. Seated in a cubicle with the door locked, I wondered if it had been my intention to masturbate, as Nikos had intimated. I was in such a state that I realised that might have been in my mind. Now I must not. I used a tissue to mop up some of the wetness that had leaked on to my inner thigh. There was nothing to be done about my wet knickers.
I repaired my make-up and rejoined Nikos. I said, “I’m sure you were right, so I waited. But it wasn’t easy. Can we go now, please?” Such incredible intimacy with a man I had really only met for the first time, but it was undeniably thrilling.
We drove to his apartment in my car; Stavros had been given a free evening. The apartment was huge with picture windows overlooking the park six floors below. Once inside, Nikos took me by the arm and led me directly to a bedroom with a large double bed. He pressed a button. The curtains closed silently. Another press brought soft lighting round the walls and a brighter spotlight on the bed.
“Please,” said Nikos, “Remove your dress.” They were the first words he had spoken since parking my car next to the Bentley in his underground garage area. His voice was soft, the accent only occasionally audible, drawing me into an almost hypnotic desire to please
Undressing required assistance from Nikos with the back of my dress. He dealt smoothly with the zip but made no move to touch me. Instead, he sat in an armchair, unzipped himself, drew out his penis and cupped it in his hand. Although still limp, his member was clearly above average size, circumcised, not too thick.
I had never been in such a situation – Jeremy flitted through my mind until I dismissed the thought as irrelevant – but instinctively I caught Nikos’s mood, reading his wishes. I Iet the dress slide slowly down my body so that first he saw my breasts, which needed only minimal support, then the suspender belt, knickers and stockings, all black. I stepped out of the dress and drew my arms behind my back to emphasise the thrust of my bosom.