As soon as they finished their dinners, Marty surprised her, “Would you like to come to my place for an after dinner drink?”
“I’d love to.” Wendy glowed as she thought about this new relationship. At that moment she decided not to worry about what might or might not happen between them. She enjoyed his company and his sharing, something Scott stopped doing.
They drove to his apartment in Brentwood, a very nice area above West Los Angeles.
“Wow! Love your decorating style,” she remarked as soon as they stepped inside. “Did you do it yourself?” The living room walls were painted off white with beige carpet and light gold upholstered furniture, the popular Danish Modern style. Light weight wood was used, and the arms of the chairs and sofa were narrow and metal.
“Thanks for the compliment, but no, a woman friend did all the work. I like her tastes. She did a good job.”
“Yes, she did.” Wendy again looked around.
Marty headed toward a built-in bar on one side of the dining area. “So, what’s your pleasure?”
“A screwdriver, please.”
“One screwdriver coming right up.”
Wendy sank into the sofa. Marty came over, handed her the drink, and sat next to her.
Wanting to know more about Marty she asked, “What do you do for fun?”
“Well, I used to have time for hiking, but not as much anymore. I do love being out in nature.”
“Where did you used to hike?” Wendy sipped her drink.
“I loved the trails in the Santa Monica Mountains.”
“I’m not sure I’ve ever thought much about the Santa Monica Mountains unless, unfortunately, a fire happened.” Marty took a swallow of his drink, “What interests you about life?”
“Wow, a philosophical moment.” Wendy set her drink down. “Hmmm…people who care about others. That’s why I opposed the war. Our soldiers died for a war we shouldn’t have been in. I hate war, and I hate hate. Like I said last time, I was thrilled when the January Paris Peace Accord happened.”
As she finished her sentence Marty set his drink down on the coffee table. He took her in his arms squeezing her to him with an ardent kiss that lingered. Without speaking he stood, took her hand and she followed as he guided the way to his bedroom.
Wendy stood still.
Marty unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. They looked at each other, removed the rest of their clothes and crawled onto the bed. When they finished their love making, they slid under the covers.
“That was wonderful, Marty,” Wendy whispered as she turned toward him.
“I agree. Your body is enticing. I like how you looked in your slacks and sweater, but you should wear clothes to show your body off more.”
The subject shocked her. “You’re kidding, like what?”
“Crop tops would look great on you with hot pants.” It surprised her that he found her body attractive because she didn’t see it that way yet. She raised her head on her elbow. “That look isn’t me.” He sat up, “Why not? You shouldn’t be uncomfortable to have people take a lingering look as they admire your body.” She sat and looked at him…he admired her body. “Maybe if I lose some more weight…I’ll think about it, but I don’t know.” She already dropped eight pounds and lost a few inches and looked better, but it wasn’t enough. She needed to lose more. “I’ve never thought about people viewing me in any special way as you’re suggesting.”
“Well, just something to think about. I’ll get our drinks.”
Wendy couldn’t get over his comment about her body. She blinked and watched him walk away admiring his five foot ten-inch sleek body.
He returned and handed Wendy her screwdriver. “You okay?”
“Yes, but why did you ask me about my clothes?”
“I don’t know, it just came to mind. I think I threw you off with the crop top comment.”
“Well, I was stunned. A man has never talked about my clothes.”
“Not even your husband?”
“Well, I just want you to know you have a nice figure and should be comfortable showing it off.”
Wendy took a sip of her screwdriver. It thrilled her that her dieting with exercising was already successful. Marty made her feel desirable and sexy. She’d have to think about changing clothes styles.
After setting Wendy’s drink on the nightstand, he gave her a deep passionate kiss, which she eagerly returned. They fell together on their sides, “This was a great evening,” Wendy said as she brushed some hair back from his forehead.
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