Curvy Desires

Chapter 6

Aristide

It’s been exactly a week since I last saw Kevi Sanders and even though I tried to deny it I wanted to see her terribly if I didn’t know better I’d say I was missing her but that’s impossible. How could you miss someone you barely knew, it isn’t possible is it?

I didn’t know the name for this emotion I was feeling, ok maybe I did but I was too scared to admit it. I had not missed how Olympia had looked at me after we left the boutique she knew something was up. She could obviously see I was attracted to Kevi but instead of trying to flatter her or shower her with attention like I usually did when I wanted the attention of a woman I was attracted to.

Honestly I couldn’t place what it was about her but I feel drawn to her. Signing loudly I rubbed my hand over my face, checking the time on my watch I realized it was time for my lunch break. I was having lunch with my friends at a restaurant close to my office, I exited the room and told my new secretary, Vivian to go for her lunch break too.

Though she was as young as my other secretaries she was professional, kind and smart. She never tried to seduce me and from what I gathered from her interview she is engaged to be married to her high school sweetheart. The way she smiled and blushed when she spoke about him was enough prove that she was madly in love with him it was the only time she looked anything other than professional and controlled.

She looked completely smitten by him and from the few times I saw him pick her up from work or take her to lunch he was completely smitten by her too. It seems like everyone around me is either happily in love or happily staying away from love but me? I’m stuck in the middle and there’s no one to ask, they are either too happily in love to understand or too anti-love to know what I’m going through.

How can one meeting affect me like this? Is this normal? I feel like I’m back in high school and the girl I had a crush on talked to me. I keep on obsessing over every single moment of our encounter like a love struck i***t.

I try to take my mind off her by spending time with other women but it just makes things worse. In the past week since I met her I’ve gone on five dates and each one was worse than the previous one.

The first one was with the daughter of a business associate and my dad was happy because according to him she’s sweet and caring unlike other girls in her social circles.

I was glad to hear it maybe a date with a woman who was just as different from the ones I normally date the way Kevi was will prove that there’s nothing special about her. That it’s just because I’m not used to feeling attracted to women I don’t normally associate with and that I was intrigued by her and nothing else. So it was with high spirits on that evening that I waited for her.

I selected a classy yet cozy restaurant as the venue, after waiting for a few minutes I saw a small, petite, black haired woman approach me. I eagerly got up to welcome her and we both sat down, we stated asking general questions like names and hobbies until the waiter arrived and we ordered. We ate in silence and after the table was cleared and we ordered for dessert we really got into a conversation.

Fifteen minutes after talking to her I knew there was no hope of something happening between us except for maybe friendship. She was hopelessly in love with her classmate from college but he wasn’t rich or influential so her parents weren’t happy with him. Her brother was however in support of their relationship and they were planning on getting married soon, the only reason she had come was because her parents told her to come and if she didn’t like me they’ll agree to her marriage.

I was really surprised because her father seemed nice and level headed and her mom seemed nice from the few encounters we had. In the end I had to assure her that I would personally tell her parents that we didn’t make a connection and that it wasn’t her fault. She nearly cried tears of joy and thanked me profusely.

It wasn’t so horrible and I’m happy I was able to ensure someone was happy being in love, I wasn’t exactly the most principled person but I had common decency and I wasn’t going to force a woman into a relationship.

The second was Tasha Waters a model, she was like the normal women I dated, slender, gorgeous, and was loved by the public and paparazzi. The date was pleasant enough but when it was over and I offered to drive her home she said she’d just spend the night at my place.

Normally I’d be delighted but for some reason I was put off by the fact that she wanted to sleep with me on the first date, it was obvious she thought she could win my affection that way. In the end I called a cab for her and paid for it.

The third date got even worse, Quinn Yates the spoilt daughter of an oil magnate. She spent the whole date talking about herself and about the various poetic ways men had called her beautiful. She was selfish and hadn’t even once tried to ask about me, it was sheer self-control that prevented me from telling her that the only reason why people called her beautiful was to feed her vain ego and get money from her. I couldn’t have been happier when the date was over.

The next I thought was going to be better but it seems luck was not on my side, Bethan Willis who was also a model, clearly wanted me only for the size of my bank account. She was the opposite of Quinn, she rarely talked about herself and asked more about me, or my wealth to be specific, it seemed she had memorized all of the articles about me from gossip magazines and was verifying whether they were true. It was clear she was interested only in how much money she could get by dating me. All those experiences were bad but the last one was terrible.

Her name was Fawn Singer and she was a socialite, unlike the others I actually enjoyed her company and allowed her to go home with me. I led her to my room and told her to get comfortable, she had just started undressing when I got an urgent phone call and had to leave the room to answer. I quickly wrapped things up and headed towards the room in high hopes, I excitedly opened the door but the sight that met me on the other side was shocking to say the least.

There kneeling in front of the bed was Fawn she was dressed in a racy lingerie silk set that was black and red. She still had her heels on through every piece of clothing and jewelry was off. That’s not what shocked me though her position was a little weird what stopped me was the collar on her neck and what she said when she saw me.

“I’m ready master, do anything you want with me.” I just stood there speechless until she got embarrassed and wore she clothes again she was about to leave the room when I stopped her and asked what was going on. She said she was submissive and that I was obviously not into b**m so I couldn’t satisfy her sexually.

It was weird and kind of embarrassing but what made it terrible was that a few minutes later I went to check something in my office and as I was passing I heard a noise coming from the garage I entered and the sight there sickened me. There was Fawn obviously giving my driver a young man working to pay off student loans a blowjob, but that wasn’t all he was obviously forcibly holding her head down.

I was filled with rage thinking he was molesting her until Fawn came up with a smile on her face and called him master. They were obviously coming to do more s****l things right there in my garage so I came out and fired the driver and made security escort them both out of the premises. It was a horrible night and I barely slept a wink at all, the next morning I issued the last paycheck to the driver and tried to forget the incident.

It seems like luck wasn’t on my side and after all these dates I still couldn’t get Kevi out of my mind. She was so different from my normal dates yet she held my attention by doing nothing. She had more attention from me than the last few women I had slept with. I can still remember he curvy, luscious body and her dark, silky looking hair, the way her dark, exotic eyes looked at me when we first saw each other was addictive and intense.

She was wearing practical, professional clothes when I saw her but I couldn’t help wondering how she would look like in her normal, casual clothes. The way her shirt would hug that ample chest of hers and emphasize on the soft swells of her breasts. The way her jeans would hug those wide hips of hers and the way her ass would look like in them.

As if that wasn’t enough a picture of her wearing a lingerie set like what Fawn wore came to mind. I felt a sudden tightness in my suit pants and looked down to see a massive erection straining against the fabric. This is ridiculous!

Throughout my life I’ve dated beautiful, sexy women and yet none of them pulled such a response from me, I had always prided myself on having very good self-control and here I was having an obscene reaction to a woman I had never even kissed before!

Looking down at the growing strain I quickly changed course and walked back into my office intentionally avoiding the few people who were still around. I entered my office and after locking it went into my private bathroom and turned on the shower, making sure the water was cold I removed my suit and jumped in.

It looks like I’ll be late for lunch. It’s a good thing I keep a spare suit for emergencies I thought as I tried to block out the coldness of the water.