Eagle's Destiny

by C. J. Corbin

  Michael laughed, “Gorgeous, but can you dance in that? What is that four inches?”

  I put the shoe on back in the box and put my arms around his neck leaning into him. “I can do quite a bit in these shoes.” I purred into his ear.

  “Mmmm…” Michael whispered back while he opened my robe and wrapped his arms tightly around me, “Then I definitely like those shoes.” Michael’s mouth lingered on mine kissing me and taking my breath away. “Now I need you to get dressed and ready to go or else I’m going to attack you and we’ll never get to Monterey. Then, I’ll have to call everyone and let them know that it was all your fault.”

  I giggled and let my lips trail down his chin to his neck, “That would be okay with me,” I giggled again pressing myself against him, “But, it wouldn’t be very nice to deprive them of their guest of honor now would it?” I lowered my arms and squeezed his butt through his jeans.

  He laughed and stepped away, “Get away from me you temptress.” He held my robe open for a moment to take a long look at me, “You’re driving me crazy!”

  I smiled and pushed Michael away, “Go on. Get thee away! Let me finish packing!”

  It did not take me long to assemble the rest of my clothes. The weather was still warm for the beginning of October and I put on a red gingham checked sundress. The spaghetti straps tied up on my shoulders and the bodice was tight enough that I did not have to wear a bra underneath. The red sash underneath the bodice gave me an hourglass figure and the full skirt completed the look. Since we were driving the Mustang with the top down, I braided my hair and put on a small white cotton sweater jacket.

  Michael gave me a wolf whistle as I carried my small suitcase outside. He placed it and my garment bag in the trunk. If I could have whistled, I would have whistled back to him. He was dressed in black dress slacks and dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. Michael looked sexy and inviting in his clothing. If the opportunity had risen, I would have dragged him back into my house.

  He opened the car door for me and leaned over as I situated myself into the seat. “Did I tell you how beautiful you are today?” He beamed at me.

  I grinned and looked up at him, “No, I don’t think you commented on my beautifulness yet.”

  Michael kissed me, “You are the most incredibly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  I giggled, “Oh that will do me for today, and may I say you are some kind of sexy today.” I put my hands around the back of his head to bring him closer to me and kissed him.

  We finally managed to tear ourselves apart and set off on our trip. We stopped in San Francisco for lunch at small restaurant. I loved when Michael got the big eye from our waitress, and he would be nice to her but would continue to look at me. He held my hand as we sat in the booth snuggled together. Before Michael, this type of behavior would have embarrassed me. Now I reveled in everything Michael did for me.

  Back in the car we headed toward Monterey for the last part of the trip, I leaned over to Michael and whispered, “I have a surprise for you.”

  He raised his eyebrows, “You do?”

  I nodded, took his free hand, and pulled it over to me. I shifted in the seat so that I was sitting on my side and leaning toward him. Michael grinned while I took his hand and placed it under my skirt on my thigh.

  Michael stole a glance at me, “What are you up to?”

  I smiled a devilish grin and leaned toward him further. My hand grasped his forearm and led it further up my thigh. My whisper into his ear was light and breathy, “I’m not wearing anything underneath my dress.

  Michael threw his head back and gasped while his hand traveled under my dress as if to prove my words, “Damn Babe.” He laughed and looked at me, “It’s a good thing you didn’t tell me in the restaurant because we would not be headed toward Monterey right now.”

  I sat back in my seat giggling because I was glad I had such an effect on him. The entire trip to Monterey he kept his hand under my dress tracing circles on my thigh. I had to admit those circles had quite an effect on me too. He had me squirming in my seat, and it served me right.

  We parked at the hotel in the underground parking structure. When he helped me out of the car, he pressed me back against the closed door. Michael’s arms were around me and I felt him pick up the back of my dress and cup my naked butt with his hands. I was glad we were alone in the structure because it was getting very hot between us. I had played with the bulge in his pants in the car, teasing him even more while we were driving and now that bulge insistently pressed against me.

  His kisses were intense and when our tongues met, I felt little explosions between my legs. I threw my head back as he lifted my leg to wrap it around him. I pressed my hips closer to him.

  “Oh babe, I can’t wait,” Michael murmured into my neck. “Let’s get checked in so that I can really be inside of you.”

  “No, now.” I held him tightly, grinding my hips against him.

  Michael grinned, “I wish I had my camera to capture your face. I’ve never seen you so wild before.” He let my leg down and straightened out my dress. “If someone caught us though you would lose that wild look quickly and you would be mortified especially if it was someone I know.”

  I giggled, “You’re right, besides this isn’t very comfortable.”

  Cooler heads prevailed and we unloaded the luggage from the trunk. Sure enough as we did, several people that Michael knew exited from the elevator. The aquarium was only a block away from the hotel, and everyone who was coming in from out-of-town for the special event was staying at the hotel. We met another two couples that Michael knew at the registration desk.

  The hotel was small and it seemed as if Michael knew everyone working there on a first name basis. It made me realize that there was a lot of Michael’s history I did not know. The suite Michael had arranged for us was beautiful. The balcony connected to both the living room and bedroom and it overlooked the ocean. The two bathrooms would normally have been overkill, but it was welcome if we were both getting ready at the same time.

  We barely had the door shut before we embraced. Our lips found each other as Michael picked me up while I wrapped my legs around his waist. He made his way into the bedroom and we both tumbled on the bed without separating.

  I straddled his hips and sat up. “Help me with my dress.” I said barely able to get the words out of my mouth because I was breathing so hard.

  Michael sat up on the edge of the bed with me still in his lap and reached behind me to unzip my dress. He couldn’t find the zipper. I lifted my arm and pointed to my side. He shook his head in disbelief, but the zipper came down quickly and he had my dress pulled over my head with one movement. He marveled over the fact that I really was completely naked under the dress. Pulling me close, he kissed my neck and worked his way down to my breasts, leaving a snail trail of soft kisses.

  “Now you,” I whispered. He pulled his shirttails out of his pants and started working on the buttons. I sighed in frustration.

  “Let me.” He said in a voice just as breathless. Michael pulled his shirt off over his head. He turned his attention back to my breasts and he teased each nipple to a firm peak. My arms wrapped around his neck and I threw my head back.

  “Michael, I want you now.” I whispered. I stood up and reached for his belt.

  We pulled back the covers and blankets. He kicked off his shoes and after I removed the rest of his clothes, he scooted back on the bed against the headrest. He crooked his finger and beckoned toward me. I had a lazy grin on my face. I crawled over to him and straddled his lap.

  I was more than ready for him and as our bodies connected both of us groaned a low growl of each other’s names. Michael let me set the pace as we moved together. He knew I was close when my rhythm quickened and he held my hips to keep us connected.

  He whispered in my ear, “Let go my little Hellcat, let go.”

  With those words, everything came crashing around us. Time stopped with my scream of h
is name. At that moment, there was only him and I in the world and nothing else existed. Holding each other tightly, we remained together caught in those hungered for waves.

  When we broke apart, it was if he was taking part of me and I part of him. We lay on our sides gently touching each other. Michael touched my face softly and kissed my lips. I traced my fingers along his shoulder and down his chest. Leaning over I kissed his chest.

  He spoke first. “Wow.”

  I smiled, “Double that wow.”

  “I think I have just enough energy, would you like me to open balcony window and get a little air?”

  I nodded, “Yeah, it’s a little stuffy in here.”

  Michael got out of bed and opened balcony door. His movements gave me a full view of his body. I sighed.

  “What’s wrong?” He asked as he crawled back into bed with me.

  “You body is beautiful.” I said simply.

  He grinned as he lay next to me and wrapped his arms around me. Cuddling up to him, I got into my favorite position with our legs intertwined.

  “We have time,” he said, “why don’t you sleep for a little while.”

  “Are you sure?” I murmured with my head on his chest.

  He answered, “Absolutely.”

  A soft ocean breeze was blowing into the room from the open door. It cooled down our warm bodies and dried the perspiration quickly. I shivered and Michael pulled the sheet up over us. We slept.

  Michael gently nudged me awake as the sun was setting and the room was getting dark. “Hey sleepy head,” he said, “it’s time to get up.”

  Rolling off him, I stretched my arms and legs. He turned to bend down and kiss me while I put my arms around his shoulders. “That was a nice rest.”

  He grinned, “You were out like a light.” Michael kissed me again, “I’m going to get dressed in the other bathroom, and you can have this one all to yourself to get ready.”

  I nodded and stretched again while he got out of the bed. I watched him walk around the room naked and realized how comfortable he was with his body. It would have been far more difficult for me to walk around like that.

  Michael turned quickly toward me, “Caught you looking!” He kidded.

  I laughed and pulled the sheet over my head. “You better put some clothes on or I’m going to ravage you all over again.” I called from under the sheet.

  “Promise?” Michael answered and then he gathered his stuff and closed the door to the bedroom as he left.

  I heard the shower in the other bathroom and groaned when I threw back the covers. It had gotten cold in the room with the sun setting and I closed the balcony door. The shower was steamy and hot, and felt good. While I was in the shower, Michael had switched on the Giants baseball game on the television in the bedroom. Michael yelling at the television in the other room made me smile.

  Blow-drying my hair took ages, but eventually it was dry and I loosely braided it. Next, I pinned it up in a chignon at the nape of my neck. I added a little more makeup than I usually wore because I thought the lights would probably be set lower.

  The sexy lingerie was next. Even though the dress had boning in it and I would not need a bra, undressing with the bra was far more exciting. I was looking ahead to later on tonight, although after this afternoon’s romp I didn’t know what to expect. Since the dress was strapless, the bra needed to be also. The sexy sheer bra didn’t offer any support, but that wasn’t the point was it? The best was the garter belt, and I figured with a vintage dress what could be more appropriate? I put the garters and stockings on first and then the panties. I know, everyone else reverses it, but it was far more practical when I had to use the bathroom, besides, I intended leaving on the stockings later tonight.

  My dress was a vintage 1950s floating black chiffon Ceil Chapman dress that was gathered and draped to perfection. I found it in a small Hollywood shop after I had sold my first book and had never had an occasion to wear it. The strapless, fitted bodice led to a fitted draped skirt with a floating partial overskirt. From the back or sides, it appeared as if I had a full twirling skirt on, and from the front, I had a sexy, tight figure. The bottom of the dress hit just below my knees. The little black sandals made my legs look long and shapely. A small diamond necklace and a matching pair of earrings finished the ensemble.

  I gave myself one final look in the full-length mirror. Now, to see what the man of the hour thought. Slowly opening the bedroom door, I walked into the other room. Michael was standing by the television and turned. My breath caught in my throat, I had never imagined him a tuxedo. My rugged, outdoorsman looked amazingly suave and James Bond like. Michael didn’t say anything either. He stood standing looking at me.

  It felt likes minutes had passed, and then I finally broke silence. “Is this okay?” I gestured to my dress.

  He still did not speak. Taking both of my hands, he brought them up to his lips. “Elizabeth, you look…you did this for me?” He bowed his head over my hands and gently kissed them. “I can’t believe you are mine.”

  I touched his face tenderly and he caught my fingers again kissing them.

  “Do you really like it?” I asked.

  He sighed, “I didn’t think you could get more beautiful but I was wrong.”

  A blush crept onto my face. “You cut quite a figure in your tux.”

  Michael kissed my lips, “I am looking forward to showing you off tonight.” Then he laughed. “Do you have underwear on?”

  I pursed my lips, “Of course I do.”

  “Show me.”

  “What? You don’t believe me?” I teased with disbelief. “Oh I get it. You just want to look at my underwear.” Michael kneeled down in front of me, and placed his hands on the bottom of my dress. “Michael, get up. Don’t ruin your pants. I’ll show you.”

  Michael didn’t stand up but continued to kneel on one knee as I inched the dress up. When I got to the top of the stockings and the garter belt, he gasped, “Oh Babe, I’m going to be hard all night.” He leaned in and kissed the top of my thigh.

  I closed my eyes and swayed, not sure my feet would hold me upright. I continued to inch the dress up until just the bottom of my panties were visible. I felt his lips trail up to the elastic bottom of the bikini and his mouth pushed the edge higher as he planted another kiss.

  Somehow, I found my voice, “Are you satisfied now?”

  He grinned and as he pulled my dress down he planted another kiss on my knee. Michael stood up and said roughly, “No that did not satisfy me.” He pulled me closely taking my hand, “So tonight, every time I kiss this hand,” he said fixing a kiss on my hand. “Think that I’m really kissing you in between your legs and tasting you.”

  I closed my eyes and swayed in his arms. “Now, I’m going to be wet all night long.” I whispered in his ear.

  Michael grinned. “Good. Both of us are in the same state. We’re starting the evening out right.”

  We managed to make it to the lobby to meet the two other couples who were taking the limousine with us. On the short ride over to the aquarium, I became acquainted with the two other honorees for tonight’s festivities.

  We started with cocktails and mingled after we arrived at the aquarium. We were approached by many of Michael’s former collogues. Admittedly, I was nervous. I wanted to make a good impression with his former working associates. Michael didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable, but then, he wasn’t trying to remember everyone’s name. He introduced me to the chairman of the board and his wife.

  As I shook their hands, the wife immediately put me at ease by commenting on my dress, “Elizabeth, your dress is almost too delicious for words! I think I had one like that way back when. Is it a Ceil Chapman?”

  I nodded my head in amazement. She linked her arm with mine and pulled me away from Michael. “Come with me darling, I have to introduce you to Betty. You know she was madly in love with Michael, but oh my, she’s what, thirty years older than he is. She is going to love your dress. Why is
it that women don’t dress like that anymore?” She clucked her tongue and continued with what had become a one-sided conversation.

  I threw a wild look at Michael and he just winked at me. “Mrs. Chapman,” he called, “I want Elizabeth back for dinner.”

  She just waved at him and continued to pull me through the crowd, which magically parted, for her. She made the introductions to all of the other board members and they all told me how much they valued Michael. Finally, we wended our way back to Michael. He wrapped his arm securely around me when I returned.

  “Sorry.” He whispered in my ear. “I couldn’t prevent that one. There’s only one more person I’d like you to meet. She’s the executive director of the aquarium. Jennifer and her family are responsible for the beginning of the aquarium.”

  We turned to a woman in her late forties standing next to Michael and he introduced her as Jennifer Page. She had a firm handshake and a warm welcome for me. “Thank you for coming Elizabeth, this is an honor way over due for Michael.”

  I smiled, “This is a treat for me. I’ve never been to the aquarium. It’s beautiful.”

  “You’ve never been here?” Jennifer glanced up at Michael, “You’re neglecting your duties. You need to bring Elizabeth to the aquarium tomorrow afternoon for the grand tour.”

  He nodded, “It’s already on the agenda, after the Chapman’s brunch.”

  Jennifer grinned, “Yes well we can’t forget the brunch can we? Welcome Elizabeth, please excuse me, I have to get to my MC duties.” Jennifer left us while we found our seats at the head table.

  “Brunch?” I murmured as we sat down.

  Michael grimaced and quietly said, “Yeah, I just found out about it. We’re expected tomorrow at 11:00 at their home.”

  “Where do they live?” I asked.

  “Carmel. I’ve been there a couple of times. It’s very nice. You’ll enjoy it.”

  We settled into our chairs and the program began. Honored first for some discovery that I could never pronounced let alone spell, were the two marine biologists who accompanied us in the limo. Then a slide presentation started as Jennifer spoke.