The Yellow Summer Dress
This happened many years ago in my twenties. A young woman who worked in a different department than I, came to ask me about a favour. She was wondering if she could get a special deal for her parents on one of our Charter Flights. I was in a position to help her. She was French-Canadian and had a gentleness about her that melted my heart. She was 22 years old. Her innocence was disarming and seductive at the same time.
Many weeks later, she came to my office to thank me for helping out her parents. In appreciation of this she invited me to dinner at her apartment. We set a time and date, the coming friday evening.
That early August night turned out to be very hot and muggy, as if it was playing its part in setting the tone for the steaminess that was to come later.
She was wearing a light yellow peasant dress that came off her shoulders, when she opened her door to me. A gold chain was gracing a beautiful bare neck. We kissed on both cheeks like the French do. She then took me by the hand and led me into her place. (As I was walking behind her, my eyes were drawn to the nape of her neck. I was facscinated with it. My mind made a note to explore that area later.)As I got closer and during those wonderful first moments that I shared with her, I detected the seductive scent of a beautiful French perfume. It was apparent we had both been looking forward to this particular evening.
The decor reflected her romantic French-Canadian personality. It was feminine. The whole apartment was her. The lights were low with flowers and candles flickering everywhere. The dinner table was small and intimate as you would find in a french cafe, also with candles. Dinner was served. Of all the things about that evening, I do not remember the food, so much was I totally into her. Our eyes were constantly locking together as we ate and made small talk. They betrayed the passions that were simmering within.
To Be Soon Continued in Part 2