Stefan was wearing a white jacket and an elegant pale blue shirt. His blond hair, which fell softly across his broad forehead, was cut slightly shorter than when I first met him. His suntan… Just looking at him I felt it again… that jolt of energy. He radiated such life force. Why did I want him so? I’d already had him, but still I wanted him, wanted more… it was insane.
A dark-haired man approached our table and I knew at once it was Albert. I tingled inside with fear and anticipation. He was an attractive man, a strong man. Not beautiful like Stefan, but handsome with a certain fierceness one could not overlook.
Stefan was standing up and they embraced each other as brothers will do who have not seen each other in a long time. All I knew was that they spent time together in Vienna when they were young. Albert, whose parents were Italian, was six or seven years older than Stefan. They met when Stefan, who was Austrian, came down from the mountains to go to university. To support himself, he worked as a student intern at Albert’s father’s offices in Vienna. It was there they met. At the time, Stefan was a total innocent and Albert took my blond Adonis under his wing, which earned him Stefan’s undying loyalty.
Albert had his arm around Stefan, he was taller than Stefan. The contrast between them was striking. Albert was tall, dark and very aristocratic looking while Stefan was truly a blond hunk with the most amazing sky-blue eyes.
I started to stand up too.
Albert turned to me, “Ah, so this is Rachel,” he said and took my hand and kissed it. “Please, please sit down. Stefan has told me about you. I hope you are enjoying your stay here.”
We sat down.
Albert touched my hair as if it was his natural right, as if he had known me for years. The waiter approached and we ordered. Then Albert began talking to Stefan in German. He glanced at me and said, “Just business my dear, I am sure you understand.”
I was happy to be left out; happy I couldn’t understand a word they were saying. I tried to collect myself but when I looked at Albert my heart beat rapidly and I felt dizzy. I was nervous but also filled with glee because here was real, raw adventure and it was happening to me.
Everything was uncertain.
I felt alive and tingled all over.
The food arrived and Albert ate and talked with Stefan the whole time. Stefan had a small pad beside his plate and occasionally made a note. He didn’t say much.
Then Albert said, “Please give Mr. Hadid my apologies for being unable to meet him tonight; make some excuse about me being called away suddenly. And give him this.” Albert took a thin white envelope out of his pocket and gave it to Stefan. “It’s a personal invitation to Hadid to come to Cap Ferrat with his wife. You know how important he is to our new set-up in Egypt.”
Stefan didn’t look particularly happy. Why had Albert changed his plans?
Then the thought hit me; was it because of me?
My head spun. Drinking on an empty stomach always affected me like this. I was getting carried away, as one drama after another unfolded in my head! But being with men like them, well I just couldn’t think straight and frankly didn’t care.
Albert had curly jet black hair, cut very elegantly and close to the head. He had a strong Italian face, not so magazine handsome as Stefan, but more alive, more special, more refined and more degenerate. His lips were slightly swollen as if he had tasted every pleasure. He dressed immaculately; a light beige suit, a tight fitting vest, a beautiful silk shirt with gold cuff links.
Was I behaving like a sex-starved maniac?
My husband Jan and I had a good life, or so I had told myself. Once I thought I loved Jan and I knew I loved my son. But now I wasn’t sure I loved my husband anymore. Somewhere there had been a lack. Or was it just the routine and utter boredom of being a mother and wife that had gotten to me? No matter how great I kept telling myself my life was, there was just too much information coming into my head about all the other beautiful people (and women) who were having a great time exploring life and expanding their boundaries. And there I was, stuck and feeling smothered with a boring, small-minded husband in the boring routine of my little life. Sooner or later, I had to go crazy from the sheer frustration of it. And when I met Stefan, I did.
I knew of course that respectable, grown-up women didn’t do what I was doing. They kept their frustrations and raging desires under control. There might be no excuse for my conduct, but there sure as hell were a lot of explanations. And besides, I was having a great time.
After dinner we drank espresso and grappa in silence.
Thru the windows I could sense the balmy air of the coast, the gently swaying trees, the soft night noises, well-dressed people on their way to various pleasures and boredom. I smiled to myself.
“You are enjoying yourself, my dear?” Albert leaned close to me.
“Yes.” In fact, it was the thought of my own misconduct that made me smile.
Stefan took my hand and said, “I have to go now; an unexpected meeting. Albert will take you home. See you at the hotel.” He got up and walked away. I didn’t even care. The liquor had gone to my head. I smiled as he left, feeling mellow and warm between my legs.
Then I felt Albert’s warm hand moving slowly up my thigh, under my dress. His hand was gentle but firm. I tightened inwardly after so much liquor and relaxation.
“Ah,” he said, “I see Stefan remembers that I prefer women who wear no panties.”
“Come my dear,” he said and rose to go. I stood up and followed him, smoothing down the folds of my dress. There was wetness between my thighs. We walked out into the balmy night air and the breeze caressed my bare legs under my dress.
Albert opened the door to a Porsche. I climbed in and we drove off.
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Albert had a condominium with a spectacular view of the coast. We were high up. From the balcony you could see forever. The evening was clear, the stars shining brightly. The same stars that shined down on my husband and child so far away. Suddenly all my bravado disappeared and I felt very small and lonely and wished piercingly that I was home again, safe from this adventure. The ache inside was hard and cold and I felt panic.
Albert came out on the balcony with a drink in his hand. “You must not catch cold my dear. Come inside.” I was positive he knew exactly what I was feeling.
Inside the space was bare, open, minimalistic. Almost Zen in nature and appearance. A single bonsai, exquisite and proud on a tiny polished black table. A large smooth round stone in the corner.
He put on some quiet music and took me in his arms to dance. He was teasing me, testing me, playing with me. There was something almost ruthless about his debonair manner. And even though I was trying to act cool, I was all fluttery inside.
“Why did you leave your husband for Stefan?” he asked me.
“Oh I don’t know… I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Ah…,” he said, “so the blood in your veins runs very hot, is that it?” He took my chin in his hands and forced me to look up at him. He examined my face slowly and smiled, not unkindly. I felt shy and full of strange desire at the same time. When he seemed satisfied, he led me over to one of the few armchairs in the sparely furnished room. It was a large and comfortable.
“Let’s see if you really are as warm as you are beautiful.”
He took off his jacket and loosened his tie.
“Make yourself comfortable Rachel.”
I sat down in the huge arm chair, my heart pounding in my chest.
He got down on his knees and positioned himself right between my legs. Then he leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, slow and easy, just exploring. I didn’t feel aroused, only afraid. But there was no turning back now. I had chosen this myself. This was the real, raw adventure I’d been dreaming of.
To be continued…
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