Our passions were covered but smoldering though as both of us were still testing the waters yet becoming more accepting. Just before we reached the house I started to pull away and she went with me to keep our lips together until she couldn’t lean any further. I turned and stared ahead as I leaned on the door but in my peripheral vision, I could tell she was staring at me and then I felt a hand on my chest. I turned my head and smiled a gentle caring one looking into her eyes. Hers were soft and seemed to sparkle as her smile reached them with yet another conclusion reached.
Just then the cab bumped over the speed bump at the gate entrance to the driveway of her house. The spell now broken, she sat upright and fumbled in her purse to find the remote for the gate. Once through, she folded her hands in her lap as the cab followed the curving driveway up to the house a few hundred yards from the road.
I paid the driver, got out and went around to her side. Setting the champagne bottles down in the grass next to the paving I opened the door, held out my hand and helped her out. Closing the door the driver almost immediately took off not bothering to make sure we were clear of the car to earn his next fare. I instinctively grabbed Jean around her waist and pulled her clear as I was sure her feet would have been run over had I not done so. I shook my fist at the driver and noticed Jean was holding to me and looking up at me.
“Thank you Ben.” She said in a breathy voice. I didn’t relinquish my hold on her waist as I watched to make sure the cab driver didn’t hit anything in his rush to leave the circular drive. When he disappeared around the first curve a few seconds later, I looked down at Jean and she was still staring me in the eyes. Her eyes wore a softer more sleepy seductive look now.
“Shall we go inside?” I asked. She shook her head. I tilted my head. “Where then?”
“To the pool.” She said and began to lead off letting her arm fall from around my waist. I let her go and knelt to pick up the champagne bottles. I turned my head to see which way she was heading and was entranced as my eyes followed her. She walked with a sway to her hips I’ve only seen in classy elegant old movies. It was a seductive rather than a regular hip-swinging style of walk. It was amazing to watch. Before I knew it she turned her head and looked back at me smiling as her hand extended back and her finger worked in a very unmistakable ‘Come hither’ gesture.
My mind was thinking I should be coming in more ways than one after seeing her walk like that! I swallowed hard knowing what I was doing but the fact that she was perpetuating and encouraging it was incredibly arousing. I stood and caught up with her in a few strides. My mind knew what we were about to engage in as the inhibited barriers warred with my primal needs. Elsewhere, my cock was tingling with that painful ache of awakening reaction to that primal need. I’ve heard alcohol inhibits a man’s ability to have an erection.
I’ve also heard that men with strong vitality aren’t affected as easily. I was either part of the latter group or I hadn’t consumed enough to reach that point yet. I held out my arm to her and she took it and hugged it as we walked to the gate in a wall that opened to the back yard. As we got closer I noticed the wall was getting taller. Much taller. Standing at the gate I figured the fence to be twelve feet high. This was no ordinary privacy fence.
She punched in a key-code on the keypad and the lock clicked or rather clunked. I pulled the door open and was surprised at its weight. It felt heavy but moved easily on its balanced hinges and let her through. I then pulled the door closed behind me gently closing it so it wouldn’t slam shut. I needn’t have bothered. It had dampers to prevent such.
The yard was lit up with accent lighting low to the ground and giving me the impression of looking out from a high hill and seeing the lights of a small town in the distance. The area seemed very large and surrounded by trees, bushes and an assortment of flower beds. She loved gardening and it showed in the little light there was. There were flowers everywhere all closed up for the night. I also noticed that the area felt totally secluded and with the new moon, was absolutely dark where the light couldn’t reach.
“Wow!” I exclaimed. “It seems like we’re out in the middle of nowhere.” I remarked looking up to see the stars blazing overhead.
“I know.” She chuckled. “The nearest house is actually more than three quarters of a mile away and I own that one too. It’s a cottage style built in the early 1900’s near a large stream. I built this one in the middle of the property so I could have the peace and quiet I couldn’t have in the old place. The cottage is too close to a neighbor for my comfort so I only go there to check on it in the ATV now and then. Sometimes I’ll ride Gypsy down just to give her a little excersize.” She said.
“Gypsy? Who’s that?” I asked.
“Gypsy’s my Tennessee Walker. I keep her in the pasture to the north. I’ve got a two stall barn down there.” She said.
“Really? I didn’t know you still rode. That’s great!. I don’t remember the last time I rode a horse. You said you wanted peach and quiet? Sounds like you have it.” I said.
“True. But now that I have it, I feel more isolated in more ways than one. But it is home and I do love gardening. With the inheritance, I can create any garden I want now.” She said.
I looked down at the ground and a few memories of Grandma’s old place flashed through my mind. “Yeah. I never knew how well off she was until you and I talked about it. This is the land she had in the Will?” I said.
“Uh huh. I didn’t know she had it. Maybe your dad would have as he was the oldest but he never said anything to me. She’d forgotten about it and the trust. I guess it was her Alzheimer’s. The attorney couldn’t tell us about it until she was declared incompetent. The taxes were paid automatically through the law firm from the trust along with the other parcels she owned.
It turns out all this land was handed down for generations to supply the cotton mills Great Grandfather Logan built. So much of it looks to have been cleared except this hill. According to the documents,” she continued, “the family supposedly owned everything within sight of this hill back in the 1740’s. It totaled into the tens of thousands of acres but they had some obscure stipulations on owning the land until the revolution of 1776. It seemed that a part of anything earned, farmed or manufactured on the land was to be sent to England as a payment of some kind.
After the revolution, the land was deeded to the family in 1780. More land was cleared for farming as more slaves were brought in. When they discovered how well cotton grew here, the mills were built. For two hundred and eleven years our family’s land produced some of the best cotton ever grown before the mills closed in nineteen ninety nine.” She sounded awed, inspired and amazed as the family pride in her voice was apparent.
“I built the house on the highest point of the largest piece of the land left. I think the land might have been used like a savings account when things got bad too. This was the last of the land they kept as the single largest property. All of the smaller pieces were sold off over the years on the outskirts to sustain the family when the production demands of the mills went down. There were several smaller parcels all around here. I checked them all out and none seemed big enough for a sub-division of homes so I’ve been selling those off in smaller parcels for single home sales.”
“And you built your dream home where you wanted and can live peacefully without guilt.” I interrupted.
“I am a CPA you know. That’s my stock and trade after all.”
Anyone who can be that good at managing other people’s money and still be responsible with their own deserves a little something for themselves. Another reason to celebrate!” I said hoisting the bottles in the air.
She smiled, giggled and clapped her hands bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet like an excited little girl. “Let’s start now!” she exclaimed. She bent down holding on to me and pulled off her high heels. Taking them in hand she ran through the grass down the slope toward a stone staircase leading up to the pool rather than take the paved path leading to the corner of the house. It was wonderful to see that happy and bubbly side of her again. I could only hope that what we were tentatively engaging in wouldn’t change that.
I looked over to my left as I approached the stairway and saw a large sliding glass door near the corner of the house and a regular door about thirty or forty feet further to the right of that. The back of the house was built into the hill so the lowest level was a semi-basement with the doors leading to the back yard area. A walkway led from there back up toward the walled gate on the other side of some bushes. Looking at the back of the house at this level, the pool to my right towered over me with the stairs only thirty or so feet away.
The overhang and posts supported the patio deck on this end of the house and gave me the impression it was an apartment. I continued on and climbed the stone stair steps cut into the side of the concrete retaining wall from the back yard and stood in the huge patio area in awe. The pool was a large sized one that seemed to extend to the other end of the house. If true, this pool would be nearly a hundred feet in length and sixty in width.
I walked over to the edge and looked down into the yard. The slope led down into a level area with the large trees, bushes and such. The pool seemed to have been built with concrete retaining walls covered over with natural ground covering giving the illusion of a slope. I turned around and started back toward the stairs when the main flood lights came on and flooded the area with a harsh bluish white light.
Squinting, I couldn’t make out anything spots. Just as I was starting to get accustomed to it, they went out. Night vision completely lost now I could hear some shuffling or rustling of something near the house. I headed to where I glimpsed Jean by a pair of large sliding glass doors across the patio on this level. I called out to Jean and received no answer.
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