Mimi sat on the edge of her bed, aside the nightstand. She loomed over it, casting her shadow over the phone that sat silently beneath the dim light of the lamp that stood next to it.
All she could think about was when he was going to call. Was he ever going to call when he said so? She didn't know, but she didn't want to take the chance of leaving and missing his call. Of course! She had a cell phone, he'd just call that. However, what if she didn't hear it? Oh, that'd be ridiculous.
, she continued to stare at the phone, almost falling into a trance as she kept her eyes locked in that one spot. She'd blink every other minute, not wanting to miss a thing. Worrying that she had accidentally turned the phone off and forgot to turn it back on. Mimi would check the phone, by flipping it over to make sure it was still on. It was. It always was.
Finally, the glorious sound of the phone slipped into her ears, the light beneath the caller ID flashed blue and before she could even check to see who it was, she had already picked it up by reflex.
"Jerry?" Her voice was filled with excitement. Her heart pounded just by the thought of actually hearing his voice.
"Mimi, sorry I didn't call earlier, I had a client."
Jerry's voice filled her ears and as it did, her heart skipped a beat.
She gasped and a big smile wrapped across her face. "It's ok. Are we still up for dinner?" Mimi asked, pressing the cordless up to her ear, grasping it tightly with two hands. She was practically shaking with adrenalin. He actually called this time, who wouldn't be?
"Oh yeah, everything is set. I'll pick you up in an hour." Jerry said, and with that, hung up. Mimi heard his end of the line click and then the droning sound of the dial tone. She hung up after a minute of listening to the tone, and got to her feet. She wore her usual lounging outfit, her silk, black and green, floral robe.
She stepped over to her closet, and searched intently for a sensual outfit for this evening. Her hands touched and grabbed at every shoulder of clothing, moving it back into the right side of the closet, until she found her most favorite dress. It was black, of course, with lace trimming around the V-neck collar. It hugged her curvy, hourglass figure, and accentuated just the right areas of her body.
She smiled as she took it out of the closet, and held it up to her by the coat hanger, to make sure it still fit properly.
Perfect.
She hadn't worn it in a year or so. She remembers the first time she wore it too… her and Jerry's first date just over 20 years ago.
They met at a local carnival in mid-summer. She was in line at a snack stand, he had come up behind her in line and offered to buy her a caramel apple, (one of her favorite treats, to the day) before she could even tell him it was her favorite.
It was shocking to know how much they had in common. Before she could tell him something she liked, he'd always know ahead of time, because, he also liked the same things.
Mimi slipped out of her robe, letting it pool around her feet in a small silk puddle.
She stepped into her dress, and zipped it up in the back. The straps tied behind her neck in a perfect black bow. Two forked ribbons dangled from the bow, swaying over her fair back. She made her way toward the mirror and brushed her hair. Once finished, Mimi shuffled through her makeup bag, and pulled out a light-mauve lipstick. She slowly ran it across the shape of her full lips. She combed her eyelashes with her Maybelline New York Black, Black mascara until they pointed upwards at her perfect eyebrows.
Finished.
She looked divine. Nothing could possibly ruin this night… she hoped.
Sometimes Mimi would wonder why she continued to stay with Jerry. He was always late, and never showed up for any of the dates they had planned. He never returned her calls, and when he said he'd call, he wouldn't.
Although, she just couldn't resist him. There was something about him that drew her in… like quicksand. The deeper she got, the harder it was to get out.
She loved him. At least, she thought she did.
Jerry let himself in, as usual. He drifted down the hall as he finally reached Mimi's bedroom door. He fixed his baby-blue tie, and straightened his collar before he stepped inside.
Mimi turned around, startled to find him lurking behind her.
"Oh, Jerry, you scared me!" She laid her hand on her chest, before she realized that Jerry was there.
Jerry just stood there with his usual smile plastered on his tanned face.
He fixed his intense blue eyes on her, then lowered them to her perky breasts. An ample amount of cleavage could be seen from the low V-neck. She wasn't wearing a bra, obviously, as her nipples swelled immediately in his presence.
"Mimi." Jerry said in a low tone as he stepped closer to her.
Mimi sat on the bed, as he was less than a foot away from her.
He leaned in, over her, and placed a deep kiss on his lips. Passionate but not enough pressure to ruin her freshly applied lipstick. Mimi gasped as he kissed her; his kisses were always filled with such fire. As if it was her first kiss, her hormones tensed and built up inside her. He pulled away, taking her hand and standing her up.
Oh how he loved to taunt her physically and mentally. She always wanted him to touch her, and he would, but not when she expected it.
Mimi had already fallen into a daze as he led her out of her room and down the hall. All she could do was think about him and handsome he was. They made it outside and he opened the passenger's door of his black Lamborghini Diablo, and motioned for her to get inside. She smiled, pressing her lips together tightly, and twirled a strand of her hair. He was all she could think about, she even forgot her purse, which had all her makeup and daily needs inside it.
He shut the door as she sat down on the smooth leather seat. Jerry opened the driver's side and sat down. The keys were already in the ignition, as the car was already running. He shut the door, and revved the engine. He didn't bother to buckle his seatbelt, neither did Mimi. They drove down the dark empty streets of the city until they reached a very well known restaurant, "La Petite Mort" in French, "The Little Death" also known as a reference to an orgasm.
They pulled into the closest parking spot, and Jerry let Mimi out.
They were seated after confirming their reservations, and handed menus full of French delicacies. Mimi ordered a glass of Sangria and Jerry ordered a glass of Chianti. They sipped their wines and waited for the waiter to arrive to take their orders.
"I'll just have a garden salad with light vinaigrette, please." Mimi said as she folded her menu and handed it to the waiter. "You sir?" The waiter looked to Jerry and spoke with a very heavy French accent.
"I'll have veal tenderloin, rare. Nothing on the side." Jerry hadn't opened his menu, it still sat folded over on the side of the table.
The waiter nodded and took his menu after he wrote down their orders. He went around the room to his assigned tables as he made his way to the kitchen.