Chapter 27

He carefully drew the image on her back using a black pen. Running his fingers across her back lightly, he caressed her skin as he drew it onto her. I watched, amazed that he was able to concentrate without wanting to pull her clothing off and have his way with her on that table. The thought crossed my mind several times. He finished the design and she sat up as he showed her in the mirror how it looked, running his fingers lightly over her hip to position the mirror in the right place so she could see. She leaned into him and touched his arm lightly as she said with a wink, “It’s perfect I love it. You are wonderful with your hands.” “You should see what else I can do with my hands,” he said, giving her a wicked grin. Glancing at me, he said, “OK lie back down Miss Janelle and we will get started.” She laid back down on her stomach, as he grabbed his tattoo gun to get started. He pulled up the sleeves on his shirt, revealing a dragon image running down his right arm. She winced as the needles within the gun touched her delicate flesh making a black mark of the outline of her tattoo. I sat there quietly as Janelle made idle conversation with Vincent as he worked.
He finished her tattoo and Janelle sat up on the edge of the table. Looking in the mirror again, she admired his skilled artwork. It looked beautiful on her back. A perfect butterfly with its body positioned in the center of her spine and its' wings spanning out in a beautiful array of blues, pinks, and purples. “OK, I need to get a couple of pictures if you don’t mind,” he said grabbing a camera. He came around to the side of the table and snapped a couple of her face saying, “I just can’t believe how beautiful you are. I hope you don’t mind. This is for me.” She smiled at him and said, “No I don’t mind at all.” “Would you like to go to dinner sometime?” he asked, as I got up and started to leave the room, feeling they should make their date in privacy. I felt a pang of jealousy as I realized once again that I wanted men to fall all over me like they did Janelle. I thought of Aaron and his rugged good looks. Just the thought of him made my crotch dampen. Janelle walked out through the curtain and thanked Vincent with a quick peck on his lips and a polite hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, as we walked out the door. “OK, I can’t wait,” she said smiling as she shut the door behind us.
“So. You got a date or what?” I asked out of curiosity. “Yeah, Vincent is going to take me out for a nice dinner,” she said smiling at me as we got into her car. “Well, that’s good,” I said, wishing that I would see Aaron again soon. I should call him when I get home, I thought to myself. He had finally given me his number after weeks of seeing each other. Well, actually months! We arrived back at my house, and I got out of the car. It was getting late, and I was very tired. “Well, have fun on your date tomorrow, and give me a call or stop by next week to chat,” I said as I shut the door. She waved before she drove off and I turned to start up the walkway to the house. Once in, I gave Aaron a call to find out what he was doing the following day so that maybe we could get together. We made plans to have dinner and then he said he would like to spend the night. I went to bed but got up early the next morning to get ready for his over-night visit. I washed the sheets, cleaned up the house, and made a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies. His favorite.
Aaron arrived just before 6:00 that evening looking very nice in a pair of khaki pants, a short-sleeved, dark blue polo shirt, and dark brown shoes. I opened the door and was immediately greeted with a smile and a warm hug. I inhaled deeply of his musky cologne, and I savored the moment of him holding me tightly. “You might want a jacket. It’s a bit chilly out tonight,” he said looking up and down my body. I noticed him slyly glancing at my teal, button up top and my black and teal printed skirt that came just below my knees, and down to my black high heels, I had put on a pair of pantyhose because my summer tan had finally faded away as it was now mid-October. “You look beautiful,” he said as he looked deeply into my eyes, I noticed his own were darkened with lust and a hunger was present that we both felt. My black, lace panties were getting damp just moments after seeing him. He had this unique ability to make me want him as I had never wanted another man in my life, I craved him. I grabbed my coat from the closet near the door and walked into the kitchen to fetch my purse. He grasped my hand and led me out the door to his car.
My heart skipped a beat when I first saw that he was driving an older Mustang. It was bright yellow, with a black stripe painted down the center of the hood. “This is my baby. I only take it out on special occasions, and you will be the first woman to ever ride in it with me,” he said, smiling, as he opened the car door for me. I slid easily into the passenger seat, feeling the black leather beneath my skirt, and it felt cool against my hands. I fastened my seat belt as he went around the front of the car to the driver’s side door. He got in, cranked the engine, and it roared to life. “What year is this car?” I asked innocently, as I looked over the interior, wondering if he had restored the entire vehicle himself. “It’s a 1965. I restored it myself,” he said proudly, as we backed out of the driveway. I couldn’t believe that he also loved Mustangs just as Brad had. My deceased husband’s newer Mustang was still sitting in the garage at home. I had not driven it since his passing. “So, nice touch, adding the seatbelts as a safety feature. I know they were not available on the '65 except as an option,” I said, remembering some of the Mustang facts that my husband had taught me before he died. “Did you also add the racing stripe? If I remember correctly, that was an option only on the Shelby model. Is this a Shelby?” I asked. “Um, yes, it is, you know your Mustangs huh?” he said, looking surprised. “Yeah, I know a little,” I said casually as I am looking out the side window.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we drove leisurely towards the freeway. “It’s a surprise,” he said grinning at me. After several minutes, we pulled up in front of a nice-looking restaurant called Rudolph’s Steakhouse. Aaron drove up to the door and a valet came out immediately to park our car. This was a nicer restaurant than it had looked like the many times I had just driven past it; I was thinking to myself. The valet opened my door and I got out. I waited a moment for Aaron to come around and then took his arm and we walked through the double doors. It was much darker in the interior of the building. Each table was romantically lit by a small lamp as well as a candle sitting in the center. We walked over to the hostess station and a young girl with jet-black hair came to the podium immediately and smiled at the two of us. “Can I help you?” she asked with a pleasant smile. “Reservation for Aaron Jansen,” he said in his deep voice, which never failed to make me feel like melting right there. My body was tingling with sensations as I stood holding onto his arm. “Of course, right this way,” she said, walking us to a more secluded table towards the back.
Aaron pulled my chair out for me, and after I was seated, he sat next to me as the hostess handed us our menus. “I think we should have the steak dinner for two,” he said, smiling at me as he held my hand on the table, his warm fingers caressing mine. “I have heard great things about that from a friend,” he added. I glanced over the menu and saw the “steak for two” listing, and I smiled at him, thinking how sweet and romantic it was to suggest. I closed my menu just as an attractive dark-haired waiter came over to our table. I glanced up at him and realized in a heartbeat that it was Bill. My face reddened immediately upon seeing him. Aaron thankfully did not seem to notice, and he ordered a bottle of wine and the steak dinner for two with extra mushrooms. I was so busy trying to look inconspicuous that I did not notice they were both staring at me until I looked up. “Oh, I’m sorry I was in another world. What was it you asked me?” I asked Aaron. “The waiter asked what kind of potato you would like, and if you want anything else to drink,” he said looking at me strangely. “Oh, I’ll take a diet coke and a baked potato with butter and sour cream,” I blurted out, while looking quickly at Bill before he left the table.
“Are you OK?” Aaron asked, after Bill walked away. “Yeah, just a little distracted. Sorry,” I said, looking at him and patting his hand. Bill returned after a short time with our drinks but had not seemed to recognize me at all. At least he was not giving any indication that he had. I excused myself from the table to go find the ladies’ powder room. After finishing there, I walked out the door to find Bill standing in the hallway that led to the restrooms. He was obviously waiting for me. “Hello,” I said, glancing at him as he walked towards me. I was not sure what he wanted. “Hello, I need to talk to you,” he said, grabbing my arm and dragging me further down the hallway toward a small room at the end. Once we both inside, he closed the door and asked, “Have you talked to Janelle? She won’t return my calls, and I’m going crazy without her,” I glanced around the room, wondering if I was going to need to call for help if he didn’t let me out of there. He was standing in front of the door, as if to block any attempts from me to run back out to the hallway. “Yes, I have talked to her, and she does not want anything more to do with you Bill,” I said, looking at him with pity. I could see in his eyes that he was very distraught and saddened by what had happened. “I know I screwed up, but she won’t even let me talk to her,” he said looking as though he was going to cry. “I’m sorry Bill, you did screw up, and you hurt her, and she has moved on,” I said, as I walked towards him. “I have nothing more to say to you. I’m sorry but it was your own fault,” I said, easily pushing past him and opening the door. I headed back down the hallway towards the dining area and smiled at Aaron as I walked up to our table and sat back down.