Gary Braver - Skin Deep

If looks could kill.

Terry Farina was pleased with her image as she regarded herself in the mirror. She fluffed up her hair and touched up her lips, then turned to view her profile. The black satin sheath fit her like lacquer. Even without the straps, the dress would no doubt hold in place by the mere exertion of her flesh.

Her heart did a little jig at the thought of his dropping by. He had said hed be over in about ten minutes, so she scrambled to straighten out the place, stuffing the mail into the kitchen cabinets, the counter drawers, and the dishwasher. She pushed books and papers into the closet and was just closing her laptop when he tapped at the front door.

She lit her face with a grand smile. A man as good as his word, she said as she swung open the door.

He held up a bottle of champagne. Something to celebrate with.

Oh, how lovely. Thank you. She closed the door and led him into the living room. He was dressed in a shiny jogging outfit and running shoes.

My! he said, taking her in. Youre all decked out.

I was trying it on when youd said youd drop by, so I left it on.

His eyes scanned her from top to bottom, then rested for an instant on her cleavage. You look like you just stepped out of Vogue magazine.

Youre too kind.

He raised his eyes to her face and the look in them set off a tiny ripple of pleasure inside her. She took the champagne and gave him a kiss on the cheek and led him into the kitchen.

She had lived in the apartment for the past eight months and had furnished it with a postmodern flare, combining a Duncan Phyfe sofa with teak chairs, tables, silver lamps, and watercolors. But he was not interested in her furnishings or the collectibles.

You do the honors, she said, and handed him the champagne as she got two glasses. Im so glad you came by.

Me, too.

His face had a strange intensity. She watched as he undid the foil and wire mesh. Then with a quick flourish he twisted off the cork with a pop. She took the bottle and began to fill the glasses.

Nothing for me.

Youre not going to make me drink alone, are you?

Okay, but just a little. His eyes fluttered for a brief moment.

You all right?

Ive got something of a headache.

Theres some Tylenol in the cabinet by your head.

I already took something. Ill be fine.

She handed him the glass. What shall we toast?

He stared into the glass for a moment without response. He seemed a little displaced, as if only partly here. Maybe it was the headache. He had said that he was prone to bad ones.

How about to a new beginning.

She beamed. Ill drink to that. Her glass clinked against his glass and she took a swallow. Are you hungry? I havent got much, maybe some saltines and peanut butternot exactly champagne food.

No, I already ate. He took a tiny sip and looked at her with glazed expectation.

Lets go in here, she said, and led him to the living-room sofa.

He sat beside her and again eyed her breasts. Is the dress new?

She sensed he was groping to make conversation. I bought it a few months ago, but I think its a little snug.

No, it flatters you.

She thanked him and sipped her drink. Youre not drinking.

Ill catch up. He raised the glass, then lowered it.

He was clearly a bit anxious. She put her hand on his leg and gave him a little pat. Come on, relax. He really had no reason to feel uncomfortable with her, yet he was acting as if this were his first date.

He glanced at the clock. I know youre leaving early in the morning, he said.

Her friend Katie was coming by around eight to drive them to Vermont for a few days.

I just wanted to see you again before you left.

Well, here I am. She took another sip from her glass and felt the alcohol send a warm glow throughout her brain. Champagne always did that to hersomething about the carbon dioxide bubbles that intensified the buzz. She reached over for his glass and raised it. I refuse to drink alone.

He took a small sip and looked at her. His large opaque eyes filled his face. Youre a very attractive woman.

Thank you.

There was another awkward silence as she swallowed more champagne. She slipped her hand on his arm. He seemed to feel a small jolt, but he didnt pull away. The next moment happened so fast that she even surprised herself. She leaned toward him and softly kissed his mouth. His eyes seemed to swirl as he studied her face. Then he moved his face to hers and pressed his lips into a long lingering kiss. As they continued, he began to writhe and make deep-throated groans, his mouth moving wetly over hers.

Suddenly he pulled away. Ive got a better idea, he whispered, and took her hand.

What?

He stood up. This way, he said, and led her into the dining room and through the door on the left and down the hall toward her bedroom.

And what exactly do we have in mind?

But he didnt respond. But when he clapped eyes on her bed he said, Very nice.

She had recently ordered an expensive new unit with a high white metal headboard and all new bedding, as well as a fluffy white summer comforter and colorful pillows. He walked her to the bed. His hand was hot. My, my, she said. We seem to be on a mission.

The phone beside the bed began to ring. Dont answer it.

Whoa! This is serious. It was probably Katie calling about the pickup time tomorrow. Shed call her back later.

At the edge of the bed he turned to face her. His eyes were large and dark and the look in them set off a giddy sensation in her loins. He kissed her again.

Maybe you can do the honors this time.

What?

He ran his finger gently down her neck, over her cleavage, and down her belly.

She took his hand and gave him a kiss on the mouth. Youre getting me excited.

All the better.

Under that hot feral gazea look that she knew and took pleasure inshe began to undress. She undid the straps and reached behind and pulled down the zipper, then slithered out of the dress like a molting snake. With fascination he looked on as the dress pooled at her feet. She laid it on a chair, then removed her bra. Her nipples were taut little fingers pointing at him, and he regarded them with approval. She wanted him to touch her, to kiss her, but he just nodded at her black thong. So she slipped that off and laid it beside her bra and dress. Then she turned toward him.

Hello, Beauty Girl, he said, his voice barely audible.

She reached to give him a kiss, but he took her hand and led her to the bed. Come on, she said, reaching for his jacket.

No, lie against the pillows.

She got on the bed, feeling her skin stipple. Im getting cold.

Youll get warm in a minute. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a thin package and handed it to her.

For me? She opened it up and inside were two chic black stockings, silky smooth and with intricate lace stay-up tops. She could tell they were very expensive. Theyre beautiful. Should I try them on?

Not yet. He took one out of her hand and draped it on the chair with her clothes. Then he took the other one out of her hand. How about a little game first?

A game?

Just lie back and put your hands behind your head.

Oh, my. She smiled and she lay back against the pillow, her naked body stretched out before him, her breasts rising up like offerings. Whatever lights your fire.

He did not smile. He did not say anything. Just that enameled black glare.

He draped the stocking across her right foot and slowly dragged it to the other, then up her right shin and knee and across her thigh and belly and breasts. Then he drew the stocking teasingly back down to her feet again and up the other leg and across the small trimmed tuft of hair and her belly to her neck. He continued this for a while, not saying a word, but studying her with a strange intensity. She decided that this was some odd foreplay to turn himself on, so she settled into it, allowing the anticipation to mount.