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Frank & Elyse – Chapter 10

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xxx stories: Frank & Elyse – Chapter 10

by Burnt Redstone

She made quick work of assembling her bed frame now that she had tools to do it. After she lifted her mattress up onto the frame she sighed with relief as she hoped this would allow her to wake peacefully. This morning had been a repeat of the previous one. She woke disoriented and gasping in fright. Not a happy way to start the day.

She put Frank’s tools back into the plastic bag and sat on the edge of the bed smiling to herself. While she could drive over to the hardware store to get her own tools, not having them gave her an excuse to visit her new neighbor. She caught herself grinning and gave her head a firm shake. It was a little too soon after her divorce to be having romantic thoughts. It was certainly too early for Frank who was going through some rather severe post-divorce trauma.

She frowned as she remembered his almost panicked look when he saw her standing in his driveway this morning. When she walked over to apologize she saw him lifting his bike up on the hooks in the garage and found herself admiring his physique in the skin tight cycling clothes. When he exited the garage he locked up when he saw her. Her guilt for yelling at him the previous night had come pouring back.

He’d been very gracious to accept her apology which surprised her as she’d expected him to be far more gruff and uptight about it. Michael was always resentful after being scolded.

She hadn’t prepared for what to do after she apologized so when he invited her in to see the house she was delighted. She hadn’t expected the house to be mostly empty. In her mind she’d pictured a lot of big and heavy furniture.

Thinking about it she was most surprised by how he kept her off balance with each new insight into his true character. Sure he looked strong and masculine like Michael, a man’s man, but in reality he was a quiet, thoughtful man, comfortable with who he was. There’d been so much bullshit machismo with her ex-husbands she’d just come to expect it. Frank was… refreshingly different.

She stopped to think about that. He certainly wasn’t as tall as her ex-husbands. He was a little shorter than her but she could tell he wasn’t the least bit uptight about that.

He was clearly older than Derrick and Michael. Older than she was though she wasn’t exactly sure of his age and she’d feel odd asking. Was it his age that made him seem… mature? Derrick took offence to every perceived slight and Michael was a sullen pouter when he didn’t get his way.

Frank seemed stable as a rock compared to her two exes.

Then she recalled his reaction to her asking him why he wouldn’t look at her. When he’d explained she felt awful! To travel that far to free himself of reminders only to be confronted with a look-alike living right across the road! And he’d obviously suffered some kind of abuse as his behavior with her indicated. When she’d gone home she didn’t know what to do. The thought of being a source of torment for him was almost too much. She knew she had to be prepared to stay away from him to let him heal.

But he’d come looking for her.

He was facing his demons, so to speak, and getting on with his life the best he could. She was very impressed with his inner strength. She hoped she was dealing with her own as well as he was.

He had excellent taste in wine and the lunch he’d made was very yummy. He was an excellent teacher, when it came to technology at least, and wasn’t afraid to ask for help when he needed it. Best of all the help he’d asked for was to decorate that lovely home. She’d dreamed of what she would do with it when she bought it, cried when she discovered she wouldn’t get to live out that dream, and now he was giving her the opportunity to do it after all.

She was so looking forward to dinner. She leapt to her feet to go look for a nice dress to wear. Not that it was a date!

Hours later she’d finally settled on her off the shoulder knitted, ribbed grey dress which hugged her curves and ended slightly above mid-thigh. To tone down the amount of skin and cleavage she was showing up top she threw on a burgundy lace shawl. To complete the outfit she slipped her feet into some burgundy high heel pumps. Since he didn’t seem to be offended by her height she’d enjoy the benefits it gave her. She quickly touched up her hair and make-up and realized it was almost 6:30PM.

She rushed to the front door and collected her clutch purse with her wallet and car keys. She stepped outside, locked up, pulled her car out of the garage, locked that and pulled out of her driveway and into Frank’s.

She was already finding her garage door to be a nuisance. Adding a motorized opener would be number one on her list of home improvements!

Before she could undo her seatbelt Frank was standing next to the passenger door. She popped the lock and he let himself in, falling the last few inches to the seat with a thump.

“Geez!” he exclaimed. He looked at her in surprise. “This car is really low to the ground!”

“It’s a sports car, silly! Of course it is!” she grinned. “Buckle up!”

He did and they got underway. He sat with his hands folded in his lap and his eyes a little wider than normal as she worked the gears smoothly to navigate their way quickly through the light traffic. Soon they were zipping along on the coastal highway.

“The car handles really well and it has excellent pickup!” he said. “I think I left my stomach back there on that last curve.”

“Are you dissing my driving?” she teased.

He held up his hands in surrender. “No, no! You’re an excellent driver!”

She nodded with a hint of a smile on her lips, mollified by his praise.

They reached the restaurant minutes before their reservation and slipped into a spot someone was just vacating.

Frank heaved himself up to his feet and out of the car. Closing his door he quickly walked around the car to open her door for her.

She smiled up at him and took his offered hand. Long toned legs stepped out onto the parking lot and he helped her rise from the seat. He suddenly found himself looking up into her eyes as her heels placed them a good four inches above his own.

She smiled cautiously at him, waiting for his reaction. He stepped back to take in her ensemble and she saw he was more than a little awestruck. She felt butterflies in her stomach and chided herself for reacting like this for just a dinner between friends. Neighbors.

“You- you look… exceptionally lovely!” he managed to get out at last. Her eyes flashed with happiness at his words and she dipped her head in thanks as she scoped out his outfit.

He was wearing a navy blue sports jacket over a white, long sleeve dress shirt, open at the collar, tight black jeans and black leather shoes. She was thrilled with how powerful his chest, shoulders, and arms looked in the jacket.

“And you look very handsome,” she replied drawing a smile from him.

He turned and offered his elbow and she blinked at him.

His face fell and he looked at her in embarrassment. “Sorry, old habits die hard.”

“No, you just took me by surprise. It’s a really nice habit.” Michael and Derrick never showed any understanding of proper etiquette. Michael would typically rest his hand on her hip or more often, her ass. She slipped her hand around his arm and rested it on his forearm, enjoying the feel of the strength there.

They made their way inside and more than a few eyes turned in their direction as the host led them through the dining area to their reserved table by the window. Elyse could almost hear their thoughts. Who was this powerful looking man with the statuesque blond on his arm? She chuckled to herself but just shook her head at Frank’s curious gaze.

He held her chair out for her and she enjoyed his gentlemanly attentions. He sat across from her and made a visible effort to pull his eyes away from her to look at their view.

“You weren’t kidding about the view this restaurant would have. Sunset should look pretty amazing from here,” he blurted as he kept his eyes on the view.

Suddenly Elyse felt distressed. Maybe she was reminding him of his wife again. Maybe he was hurting because of her!

“Am I causing you anxiety? Am I making it worse, you know, looking like your ex?” she said, worried.

His eyes snapped back to her. “What? Oh! No! No, that’s not it at all! It’s… it’s just that I feel like an awkward eighteen year old again. Trying not to look like or act like an uncultured boob in front of a beautiful woman.”

“What?” she blinked.

“Like I said, your resemblance to Stephanie is superficial. Close enough it seems to trigger… a reaction but it’s just the same hair color and body shape.” He paused to take in her beauty and he shook his head. “When I first met her… so many years ago, I was completely smitten. I thought she was the loveliest creature to ever walk amongst us mortals and being so young myself I was completely tongue tied around her. I almost drove her away with my foot in my mouth all the time. When I finally got that under control I pursued her unmercifully until she agreed to date me.” She saw Frank swallowing and his eyes dropped for a second then he looked back at her once more.

“Stephanie isn’t even in your league. You’re…” She saw he was struggling to put into words what his eyes were so obviously telling her. She felt a thrill zing through her at the effect she had on him.

He pushed back suddenly. “Now it’s my turn to make you feel uncomfortable. I’m sorry!” She saw his face flush with embarrassment.

Elyse reached across the table and seized his hand. He froze.

Pitching her voice so it only reached his ears she leaned forward. “You’re not making me feel uncomfortable! I’m very flattered! It’s been some time since I’ve heard anyone say such nice things about me. A woman likes to hear the words from time to time.” She smiled at him until she drew his smile back.

The waiter appeared and they admitted they hadn’t looked at the menus yet. He informed them of the specials and said he would bring them water as he left.

Elyse realized she was still holding Frank’s hand and his thumb was unconsciously stroking the back of hers. That felt so good but she realized it wasn’t something friends, neighbors, would or should do. Begrudgingly she pulled her hand back.

They turned their attention to the menus and she found a pasta dish that sounded yummy.

“You found something?” he asked.

“The pasta primavera sounds good!” she replied. He took another look and closed his menu.

“It does. Shall we order wine?” he asked.

“What would you recommend?” she asked raising an eyebrow.

“Have you tasted any Italian Soave wines?”

“No, I don’t believe I have,” she replied.

He picked up the wine list and scanned through the white wines until he found one that sounded promising. “Would you care to try one?”

She nodded with a grin and he looked for the waiter.

The man returned and they placed their orders, Frank requesting a bottle of an Italian Soave he spotted on the list.

When they were alone again she looked at Frank and he seemed to be more relaxed now. Something he’d said earlier reminded her of a question she’d had about his age. Maybe there was a way to get an answer. She’d have to be willing to talk about her own life though. Then she realized she could… with him.

“I have a question but I’m not sure if you are comfortable talking about your marriage. You seemed to be earlier.”

“Yes, it’s fine.”

She relaxed a little. “You mentioned you were eighteen when you met Stephanie. How long were you married?”

“Twenty one years,” he said quietly.

She thought about that. That was a significant amount of time to invest in a relationship. She saw the sadness in his eyes. “Are you still in love with her?”

“What? No… no. She was clinically efficient in excising any trace of love for her from my heart,” he said with a frown.

“I’m sorry for mentioning it. You just seemed sad.”

“Well… I’m sad about losing what we had but it seems that died some time ago and I was just too busy working to notice.” Frank sighed.

“So… you’re thirty-nine?” she asked.

He smiled at her and shook his head. “Forty. It took a year of wooing to get her to marry me.”

“Ah,” she said with an embarrassed grin.

“You could have just asked me how old I am,” he said.

“I wasn’t sure if that would offend you,” she said and bit her lip. His eyes locked onto the gesture then he pulled them away. He cleared his throat.

“No, I don’t get offended by such things. I’m forty. A divorcé. I have no kids. I have no family for that matter.”

“Since we are being open and honest, divulging our secret truths, I’m 32 and a double divorcé. I have no kids from either marriage and my family disowned me when I married my first husband who was black much to their horror. My second husband was of Italian descent so they probably would have hated him too.” She held his eyes with hers but all she saw in them was compassion. He wasn’t shocked or disgusted by her past.

“Being disowned must have been rough,” he said.

She nodded. “It was certainly eye opening. I have a little sister I haven’t spoken to since that day. She was always too much under my mother’s influence so it isn’t surprising. But it is sad.”

The waiter returned with the wine and poured for them.

Once he’d left Frank lifted his glass and she did as well. “To new friends?” he asked.

“Definitely, to new good friends!” she grinned and he nodded as his eyes fluttered a little. They took a sip and she caught his eyes once more. “May I ask you another question?”

He hesitated then nodded.

“Why do your eyes do that when I smile at you?” she asked gently.

He looked down at the table and seemed to take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t press-” she quickly added.

“No, it’s alright.” He lifted his face to look at her with a sad smile. “It’s just a reaction driven by the stuff my ex did to me during each and every meeting we had and there were many.” He took another breath.

“I’ve… gotten used to… some pretty vicious verbal abuse from a pretty blond. So when a beautiful blond treats me to a smile and kind words my brain doesn’t really know how to process that and… it takes a little holiday.”

Elyse lifted a hand to cover her mouth as she looked at him in dismay.

“No, please don’t hide your mouth from me. Those smiles are Heaven on Earth for my soul. My brain can twitch all it likes as long as I can keep seeing them!” he pleaded quietly.

She dropped her hand to the table and was unable to stop her lips from flashing another smile at him.

“Oh my god you’re charming!” she growled playfully at him as her face heated up to keep pace with his.

Dinner arrived and saved them both from further embarrassment. It was a good choice and they both enjoyed their meals very much. Halfway through Elyse looked out the window and realized it was dark.

“Oh no!”

Frank looked up in worry. “What is it?”

She gave him a smirk. “We missed the sunset!”

His head whipped around and he barked out a laugh when he saw how dark it was. He looked back at her and shrugged. “I knew I’d miss it.”

“You knew you’d miss viewing the sunset?” she said raising her eyebrows in surprise.

“There are far more dazzling sights to behold just across the table,” he said as he returned to his salad with a small smile in the corners of his mouth.

Elyse felt her whole body respond to that last compliment. “Did I mention you’re a charmer?”

He nodded without looking up. She could see his cheeks were red. He was still struggling against what his ex had done but he wasn’t giving up. She took another drink of her wine and he topped up her glass. She was really enjoying the wine!

They ate the rest of their meals in companionable silence, each enjoying just being together with the occasional admiring glance.

As they finished Elyse was craving something sweet. She picked up the tiny dessert menu and cast her eyes up and down the short list. The cheesecake immediately jumped out at her.

“Mmmm! Cheesecake. I know what I’m having for dessert!” she purred.

He chuckled and just shook his head to indicate he would pass.

The waiter arrived to collect their plates and Elyse ordered the sweet treat.

A moment later he returned with a generous slice of cheesecake on a plate with two forks.

“If you think I’m sharing this you have another thing coming!” she teased and he just shook his head with a grin.

She managed to get halfway through when she realized there was no way she could finish.

“Ok, maybe you can have one bite,” she said pitifully.

“Sure. Just one,” he agreed as he reached for the fork. She scooped another forkful and lifted it up towards him.

She saw him lock up again, his eyes darting between the fork and her, then he moved towards the fork slowly until his lips closed over it. He pulled back as she remained frozen, eyes locked on his mouth. He sat back, slowly relishing the taste of the dessert in his mouth until it was gone.

“That was good cheesecake,” he said.

“Yes… it was,” she said after she pulled the fork from her mouth. She realized she was feeling very warm all over. She looked over at the bottle and realized it was empty. “How much wine did I drink?”

“I think you may have had three glasses,” he replied.

“And you?”

“Just the one.”

“Hmmm… do you know how to drive a stick home? Ah! I mean a stick shift!” she blurted when her mind immediately flashed to an alternate meaning of her question.

He must have heard it as well as his face was a little red. “Yes, I can drive your car. Not as well as you obviously but tonight it might be a good idea.”

She signaled the waiter and asked for the check. While she waited she drank her glass of water as a preventative measure to head off tomorrow’s dehydration headache.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pitch in for dinner?” Frank asked.

“No! It’s my treat!” she insisted.

“Thank you for a lovely dinner!” he said and she grinned at him. Woo! She was feeling the wine!

She paid the bill and Frank stood up to pull her chair back. He took her hand and helped her to her feet. She felt the room begin to tilt so she clung to his arm.

“The wine?”

“The wine.”

They headed for the exit but she stopped when they got to the front door. She looked at him a little desperately. “Three glasses of wine and one big glass of water means I won’t make it home. I should use the ladies room before we go.”

“Sure, I’ll wait here,” he said.

Elyse carefully made her way into the bathroom and found an empty stall. She lifted her dress and slipped her silky g string downwards. Why had she chosen her sexy underwear for a dinner with a friend? She struggled to get them off and accidentally dropped them. They landed in a puddle on the bathroom floor near the toilet bowl. It was probably just mop water but she couldn’t put them back on now! She stepped clear and finally sat to do her business. Her relief was enormous.

When she was done she stood and took another look at her panties sitting in the puddle. She pulled her dress back down and used some tissue to grab a dry section of the waistband and carried the underwear to the trash can. She washed her hands and sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. He was being such a gentleman and here she was walking around with no panties. A little tingle went through her and she clamped down on it. Not the time or place.

Elyse walked back out to the front door and Frank held it open for her. When they got outside she wobbled a little on the driveway so he put an arm around her to help steady her walking. God that felt so good!

They got to the car on the passenger side and he looked at her.

“Yes?” she said looking deeply into his eyes.

“Keys?”

She blushed crimson. “Sorry. Keyless entry.” She gripped the door handle and the doors unlocked. He held the door for her and she got in. He closed her door and got in the driver’s side once more plopping down onto the seat. She snorted in amusement.

“Sorry. Not used to how low this car is yet,” he said smiling self-consciously.

Elyse watched him make himself familiar with the layout of the controls then he got them underway. She was impressed with how smoothly he worked the gears. She must have made a sound as he glanced over at her.

“My Jeep’s a standard too.”

“Ah!” she sighed then giggled. She wasn’t feeling drunk so much as just really relaxed. Frank made her feel safe. He was a careful driver too. She leaned back in her seat.

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder gently shaking her and heard her name. She opened her eyes and saw they were in her driveway.

“We’re home? Already?”

“You nodded off,” Frank smiled.

“Mmmm!” she purred as she stretched.

“Looks like its sleepy time for someone,” he teased. “Give me the key to the garage and I’ll get your car inside,” he said.

She fished them out of her clutch and he got out to open the garage. She watched him and felt a tingle beginning in her intimate places. She squirmed and rubbed her thighs together, remembering she wasn’t wearing panties. She felt very naughty and began to giggle.

Frank got back in and looked at her. “What’s funny?”

She just looked at him and bit her lip as she shook her head. He got a strange look on his face then moved the car forward into the garage. He got out again and crossed to open her door. She needed his help to get out as her muscles were still relaxed from the wine and the sleep. So he held her against his chest as he closed her door.

She breathed in his clean, warm masculine scent and her whole body began to tingle. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight. She felt him freeze then he was hugging her too.

Then she felt something pressing back against her in a very nice way and she gasped. He pulled back.

“I think you’d better go inside and get some rest. You have work tomorrow,” he said, his voice rumbling with suppressed need.

She gazed into his eyes and saw he was looking a little desperate. She nodded and they walked outside so he could close and lock the garage. He handed her the keys.

“Thank you for a truly lovely night! I’ll see you tomorrow morning? Just let yourself in with your key. I’ll likely be out riding and won’t get back until sometime between 9 and 10AM.”

She bit her lip, worried she’d hurt him. That must have shown in her eyes.

“It really was a perfect night. I think we’d both better head off to our own beds. As attracted to you as I obviously am we both know it’s too soon,” his voice trembled.

Elyse knew he was right. “Good night Frank! I had a really nice time too! I’ll see you in the morning.”

He relaxed a little and smiled at her. He nodded and headed home. She unlocked her door and stepped inside. She turned back and saw he was waiting to make sure she got inside. He waved and went inside his own home.

She closed and locked her door and leaned back against it. Her whole body was tingling and aching for release. She walked down the hall to her bedroom and went into the ensuite to draw a bath. She dropped in some scented oils and lit a few candles around the room.

As the tub filled she went back out to the bedroom and undressed. Her outfit had been a huge success. Frank couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She sat on the bed and put her face in her hands. Was she really pursuing this man after just meeting him two days ago? Her body throbbed YES and she shook her head.

It was crazy! He wasn’t even her type! Well, if her type was based on who she married at least. He wasn’t taller than she was. He was eight years older than she was. He even said he wasn’t an athlete though his body felt hard in all the right places.

Her tingling spiked so she got up and entered the bathroom once more, turning off the lights on the way in. She tied her hair up into a bun to keep it dry then stepped into her tub and sighed as the hot water soothed her muscles. She sank into it until the water reached her chin.

She ran her fingers over her skin and imagined it was Frank touching her. A deep throb shook her body and she gasped. What was it about him that got her this worked up? He wasn’t aggressive like Michael or absurdly self-confident like Derrick had been. His personality was almost a polar opposite to theirs yet she wanted him!

Her fingers had reached the heat between her legs and she ran two fingers down the sides of her lower lips while her middle finger stroked directly across the sensitive flesh.

“Ohhhh fuck!” she moaned. She was so sensitive!

Up and down she stroked, slowly and firmly and her mouth dropped open as she gasped at how incredible it felt. Fuck! She was close already! She slipped her finger inside as her palm pressed down on her clit.

“Ah! Oh fuck! Ah! AH! AHHH! YES!”

Elyse rubbed in tiny rapid circles and the pleasure washed over her, shaking her muscles and sending sparks dancing along her nerves. It wasn’t a huge release but it had taken her by surprise with its intensity and the rapid build-up. Her mind floated in the afterglow as the heat of the bath relaxed her spent body. She missed sex.

She was really looking forward to seeing Frank again!

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