Ghost from the past

As the night wore on, he danced with all of the girls, but most of the dances and all the slow ones were reserved for her. As the club was about to close, he invited them to an after-hours club. She was a little disappointed that he didn’t invite-only her. They danced for another hour. As they were leaving the club, he invited her to come to his apartment to watch the sunrise. She asked Debbie to tell mom she was sleeping at Amanda’s.

As they walked down the street hand in hand, they came to a flower girl packing up for the night. He bought her a single red rose, kissed it, and handed it to her. ” to this moment and the moment yet to come.” She smiled, tucked her chin into her shoulder, and squeezed his hand tight. They reached his building, and the doorman tipped his hat and said, “good morning Mr. Richards.” “Good morning John.” They went up the private elevator to the penthouse. This place was more significant than her house. “wow, this place is yours?” she asked as they left the elevator. “Yep, I keep it for when I’m in the city.” “Where do you usually live?” “I have a home outside of the city overlooking the park.” “How did you do all this so young?” “I’m not as young as you think.” “You’re what about thirty-one or thirty-two?” “Add ten years.” “Wow, you don’t look it.” “Thanks.” She knew she should be having second thoughts about this. After all, he was as old as her parents, but something about him made her feel so good. He brought her a cup of coffee, and they talked till they saw the first light of dawn in the sky. As they stood by the rail, she was leaning back against him with his arms around her; they watched the sunrise over the city. He was softly rubbing her belly in slow circles; he brushed her ponytail off her neck and began to kiss her neck. She closed her eyes, enjoying the attention. His hand slowly circled higher till it reached her breast. No hand other than hers had ever touched her there. She was pretty confident this would be an evening of first or more precisely a morning of first. He kissed up her neck to her earlobe; his tongue darted into her ear, bringing a moan to her lips. God, this felt good. His hand slowly rubbed her breast through the silk material; it felt sensuous. She wanted to have his hand touching flesh. He whispered in her ear how beautiful she was. Bobby never told her that. He whispered in her ear, “I want you.” She felt her knees go weak. He turned her around, removed her glasses, untied the scarf allowing her hair to fall on her shoulders and brought his lips to hers. She parted her lips expectantly. His tongue and hers came together. His hand was on her back. She could hear the zipper of her dress coming down. His hand caressed her back; he lightly ran his fingers down her spine, sending a shiver through her body. He swept her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.