Champagne and Chocolate
Part 3 by Gin
It was now 5:30 as Caitlyn hurried into her house. She had had a hard time keeping her mind focused in the meetings this morning. It kept jumping ahead to tonight. She now felt an almost irrational need to stall and hold off. Unfortunately, she didnt know the number, so canceling wasnt an option.
Maybe a drink would help, she thought. After fixing the cats dinner, she went to the cupboard and rummaged around until she found a bottle and a snifter. She poured herself a generous amount. As the liquid slid down her throat she realized she hadnt eaten anything all day except an apple and a few chips. The alcohol in the very fine scotch hit her bloodstream almost immediately, causing a slight tingle in her system. She had better sip slowly or she wouldnt be able to go anywhere, she realized. Still, the faint glow from the scotch took the edge off and helped her acknowledge it was just another evening, nothing out of the ordinary would happen.
In her bedroom, Cait pulled out a modest, two-piece swimsuit and stuffed it into a small bag. She added a comb and after a moments thought, her toothbrush. She then pulled on a deep burgundy sundress. With nothing else to do or delay with, she grabbed her tote bag, added her wallet and keys, and headed out the door.
It was a little after 6 when Caitlyn arrived at the house. She looked forward to a swim as it had been warm and light film of sweat and broken out on her body. At the door she found a small note and pulled it off to read. In it, Luka told her to come in, make herself at home, feel free to use the facilities. Hed gone to the store for a few things. Caitlyn pushed open the door and let herself in. She wandered into the kitchen. Another note lay on the counter. It told her to open the refigerator and try the punch in the pitcher.
A golden-red liquid sat in the crystal pitcher and she poured herself a tall glass, adding a sprig of mint. Taking a sip she nearly choked. It packed a punch. The second sip went down easier, and by the third she thought it was the best thing she had drunk in ages. Wandering further, she found the back deck with its Jacuzzi and the pool two steps down. A long hallway opened into various bedrooms. One large corner bedroom held evidence of Lukas occupation with clothes folded neatly on a chair and a suitcase in one corner. Caitlyn hastily backed out of here, before her wandering thoughts took her places she wasnt sure she wanted to go.
Wandering back towards the kitchen, Cait heard the front door being closed and waited for Luka to appear. Hi. Need any help? she asked. Hed arrived with two bags.
Nope, Ive got it, thanks. He began unloading a bag onto the counter. How was your day? Did your meetings go well?
Caitlyn made a face. Meetings never go well, you should know that. She grinned at him. Then I spent 6 hours in surgery trying to reassemble parts and pieces back into a person again.
And were you successful? Luka inquired. Caitlyn shrugged. Too soon to tell yet. She replied. It could still go either way. Wanting to change the subject, she picked up her glass, This is delicious. Whats in it?
A little bit of everything, alcoholic and not. Here, pour me one would you? Luka indicated another glass on the counter. She got the pitcher and poured them both a glassful. He noticed the level of the punch in the pitcher. How many have you had?
Caitlyn looked blankly at him for a monent. Umm, I think this is my second. He shook his head and laughed. Go easy on it, okay? Have you had anything to eat today?
An apple and some chips. He went to the refrigerator and pulled something out. Are you hungry now?
Okay, lets eat then. He took two dishes over to the bay window nook where a round table overlooked the pool and the beach. It had been set with dishes and utensils. Why this is lovely, Luka! Caitlyn told him, as she brought over their glasses and sat down.
The dishes held cold crab and shrimp salad, assorted vegetables and there was a basket of hot Italian bread. While she served Luka disappeared, and she heard music begin to filter through the built in speakers, Beethoven or Mozart, she wasnt sure which. He returned and they sat down to eat. The food was delicious and Caitlyn hadnt realized how hungry shed been. It was mostly silent, both of them enjoying the food and the others company. After finishing their dinner, Luka began to clear the dishes. As Cait rose, he pushed her back down. Sit. Let me do this. Youve been on your feet all day. He moved things to the kitchen sink. Would you like some dessert now or later?
Caitlyn groaned. Oh later, please. I much too stuffed now, I couldnt add one more thing. She rotated her neck, trying to stretch out kinked muscles. A hand began to massage the sore area. Ooh, thats nice. She sighed.
Comes from standing bent over the OR table all day, doesnt it?
One of the hazards of my profession, I guess!
Luka considered, Its too soon after dinner to use the Jacuzzi or the pool. Ill rub it for you so it will relax. Go lay down on the massage table in the master bath. He smiled. Did you see Jacks toys?
Caitlyn laughed. A man after my own heart. Sounds good. She took a refilled glass of punch, her fourth, and headed to the bath. She found a clean sheet to fold over the table and two huge towels. Debating, she decided to remove her clothes in the bedroom and wrapped the towel around her to walk back into the bath. Hopping on to the table, she removed the towel and draped it over her lower self, preserving her modesty. She went to a local masseuse regularly and was comfortable with the routine.
She must have dozed off, not surprising after the sleepless night and the exhausting day. She awoke to the feeling of warm oiled hands being applied gently but firmly on her back. The smell of almond oil surrounded her and she groaned softly. His hands felt so good. Luka was silent, but he worked steadily on her back and shoulders, pausing to rearrange her arms so access to them was easier, then gently placed them back at her sides. His hands moved slowly down to her hips, then worked carefully down her sides to her legs, while he carefully kept the towel from moving. She drifted in and out of a hazy state of relaxation brought about by food, drink and attention. He kneaded the muscles in her calves, one at a time, and then moved down to her feet. She jerked in reflex response to his hands on her soles, but the gentle and insistent pressure exerted by his fingertips banished any sense of tickling. Finishing there, he placed his hands on her back and shoulder, leaned down and whispered softly in her ear, Can you roll over?
No. Cait grunted.
Luka laughed softly, and shook her shoulder a bit. Come on sleepyhead, Ill hold the towel. Roll over.
She moaned a bit as she tried to get totally relaxed muscles to move. This is cruel and unusual punishment, making me move like this. She rolled over on her back while Luka held the oversized towel over her middle section. He laid it back down as she settled back. I dont want to move ever again. Im just going to stay like this until they find my bones.
No more complaining or Ill stop right now. That had the desired effect. Slowly but surely he worked his way down her face and around her head, ending up on her neck, and working down the collarbones. Caitlyn flinched as he hit a particularly sore point near her heart. Take a deep breath and then let it out as I push. Luka ordered. He worked out the knot until it caused no more pain.
Caitlyn enjoyed the blissful attention, but remained self-conscious after thoughts shed tried to put aside came back to her mind. When shed turned over, her eyes had opened briefly in the sem-darkness of the room to see that Luka had changed into midnight blue trunks. Shed closed her eyes quickly, not wanting to see so much olive-toned skin so close at hand. It hadnt helped; the damage had been done. Her imagination took flight at the speed of sound. The combination of his hands on her body at the same time her mind was winging its way towards uncharted territory was successfully driving her out of her mind. Her insides clenched in a knot, causing her face to reflect the spasm.
Luka stopped the pressure immediately. Did that hurt?
Caitlyn shook her head without opening her eyes, No.
After a slight pause Luka resumed working his hands down her left thigh. Maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed that his hands lingered longer and stroked more softly than when he had worked on her arms. It was probably the result of her overactive libido, which right now was running rampant. His hands ran down the sensitive inside of her thigh and Cait almost gasped and squirmed from the sensation. She settled for a slight readjustment of her hips. With her eyes closed, she missed the smile on Lukas face.
Finally he reached her feet and stopped. She almost groaned in relief to have his hands off her body. He paused to wash the oil from his hands and dried them on a towel. Walking over to her, where she hadnt moved except to open her eyes, he gently touched her cheek. Take your time. Dont get up until youre ready. Your body needs time to adjust.
He was certainly right about that, Caitlyn thought.
Im going out to swim a few laps. He went out through the bedroom door to the deck beyond.
Caitlyn lay there for another five minutes, until her body decided it could actually move. She went to bedroom and found the bikini shed brought, and with a quick peek outside to see if Luka was still swimming, she dropped the towel and pulled on the suit. Grabbing another towel, she walked out on to the deck. Twilight had fallen and the first stars were starting to appear in the sky. Luka was moving through the water in the pool, the underwater lights casting strange shadows as he steadily swam from one end to the other. Caitlyn didnt feel like swimming, but the whirlpool looked inviting, so she turned on the switches and climbed in. From a spot on the shelf, she could rest her head against the lip and still have a view of the pool.
She floated in the hot, foamy water and watched, letting her mind drift where it would. Luka completed his laps about five minutes later, standing in the shallow end, his chest rising and falling as he sought to catch his breath after the exertion. She watched him shake the water from his hair. He grasped the ladder and pulled himself up, finding a towel. She watched him as he walked over to where she lay. She didnt bother to look away, but enjoyed the sight of his body, watching the muscles in his thighs as he walked, the hair on his chest as it tapered down to a trickle and disappeared into his suit. He was a little too thin, but this man was still gorgeous.
He leaned on the side of the Jacuzzi. Hey there. How do you feel?
Like I have no bones left and my insides have turned to butter. He laughed softly. Good, that was the idea. Hungry? Want a little something? At her nod he hopped off the edge. Okay, dont move. Ill be right back.
He disappeared in the direction of the kitchen, leaving Cait to wonder what he was up to now. He had a definite glint in his eyes as he had spoken. She stretched and settled back down. Well, whatever it was, she wouldnt worry. The evening had been wonderful so far and shed gotten through it. She smiled. Actually, the worst was over; she had survived that massage. It should be easier from here on.
End Part 3
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