Only Today Part 1 (2 page)

My mind drifted too far, and I just stared at him amazed at how handsome he is as I took in his amazing body.

He stood six feet or more. His features fine but his jaw line strong. You could tell he lifts weights because of the muscular neck. He didn’t smile and I knew he seldom did because there wasn’t a wrinkle anywhere on that rugged handsome face. His olive skin drew attention to his dark features. He had more of a Mediterranean look about him. Dark eyebrows with a secret expression scattering through his face. I thought he was Italian.

He wore dark suits, white shirts, and always a tie, which was acceptable for his line of work. A pair of sun glasses were always in his pocket but he wouldn’t have any need for them because of the weather in Seattle. I suspect that he wore them to hide his eyes to keep someone from knowing his thoughts.

My mother always said that the eyes are the windows to the soul.

When he entered the room, he trooped behind Randall as if he was a soldier, crossed his arms and stood at attention, his back straight and his head up. He appeared surprised when he saw me. I was busy on the computer. Randall never asked what I was doing on the computer, he didn’t have too, it was probably monitored as was everything else in the house, and besides, where was I going and what could I do without Randall knowing everything?

I turn around looking at this tall dark interesting man, and my unconcerned husband, Randall. Anthony immediately removes his shades. I glance up gazing into his startling mysterious green eyes.

“This is my wife, “Lilly.” I shot him a small smile of acknowledgement but he never changed his expression except to move his bottom lip. He wore a small beard so it was difficult to tell what that stingy smile was about.

“Lilly, this is your driver Anthony Perreta. We have business to discuss.”

I was so horny from the anticipation of having my husband make love to me, which to this date he never did, so I turned my attentions to Anthony. I wondered about Randall and I wondered about Anthony. What did Randall want me for anyway? Oh snap! To have a wife so he can run as a state senator from Washington State.

I guess it would be good having a black wife to get the black vote.

Why else would he hire this good looking man to guard me and make sure I don’t talk to the press or run away? I wouldn’t talk to the press, but I would run if given the chance.

I glance at Anthony, he appears cold and aloof, as if he didn’t like me, or he wasn’t used to dealing with black women, or it could be my age. All of twenty now and married to a rich white man in his thirties. I see his eyes narrow when he looks at me and determines how young I am. Now I have to be with him twenty four seven and have to look into his amazing condescending eyes. 

Thinking Randall had really put me under lock and key, and he would know where I am at all times, and Anthony would hold the key, as my jailor. I was jarred out of my thoughts by Randall’s cold demanding voice. “Lilly, excuse yourself, I have to speak to Anthony about your security.” Anthony nodded when I stood and watched at me as I exited the room. I stopped in the doorway gazing at that remarkably handsome man.

I sauntered to my room and completed some homework for my online course. The only thing Randall didn’t do was take away my computer and television. Even in jail the prisoners get television. With it I could still be in the real world and learn about life outside, like my favorite show, Scandal. Who will Olivia Pope screw now that her white boyfriend was almost killed by her black boyfriend? Or whether her father would get what’s coming to him.

I thought about Googling Randall.

My research of him should have started a long time ago, oh well, no time like today. Better late than never my mother would say. That reminds me, I have to call her because she knows nothing about computers and the fancy phone I sent her, which she doesn’t know how to work. I call my mother and put on hold Googling Randall.

My talk to my mother was short. I told her I was fine and yes I would send her some money to go on a gambling outing for her birthday. After she got what she really wanted, some extra money, she hung up the phone.

After working all day in my room, I decided to get some air. When I opened my door, Anthony was standing there. “Why are you at my door?” I questioned.

“Mr. Seaborne stated that I should watch you and whatever you need, I should provide it.”

“I need a good fuck right now, can you do that? Is that part of your duties, if not, put that on your list,” I said looking into his eyes not cracking a smile, startling him, as well as myself. I didn’t know why I said that, maybe it was being in his presence with him looking so young and fuckable with his mysterious dark eyes and dark features and those inviting thin lips. Who could resist lying around fucking him, and looking in his green eyes, and wrapped tightly in those imposing strong arms?

“Mam,” he said tilting his head with a welcome glitter in his eyes.

“Don’t call me mam. Do I look like your mother?” I’m twenty years old and my virile husband doesn’t fuck me, so if you’re not here for that, then I don’t want you to be standing at my door unless you are here to fuck me.” I sucked in a needed breath.

“What you’re saying is irregular. Waiting at your door is on my duty list. That, and to accompany you on the grounds,” he said pulling a list from his pocket. “Give me a pen and the list.” He handed them to me. I scrolled on the list: fuck Mrs. Seaborne and eat her pussy. Then I handed it back to him. He gazed down at it. His head shot up and his lips took a hard line. “If you can’t do that, then I don’t want you following me around.”

He raised a dark eyebrow after he read what I wrote. Then I heard a hard breath escape through his lips and I saw his wide chest heave up as if taking in breath, and his cheeks turning red. “I’m not allowed to fraternize with my employer’s wife.” I glance up at him.
What’s his story
, I thought.

“You aren’t fraternizing or socializing with me, you are providing a service to me. Doesn’t it state that in your contract; provide service to Mrs. Seaborne at her request.”

“Mr. Seaborne meant picking up clothes from the cleaners or driving you around,” Anthony said in a dry, courteous, firm voice.

“Well, then I have something for you to do today. You can take me shopping.” And I trailed my finger across his inviting lips and ran the back of my hands across his light beard. “You can be the flunky that he hired you to be.” I tried to rile him but he wouldn’t cooperate. He just stood there gazing at me wondering what to make of me. His eyes sparkled. I didn’t know what he was thinking. Was he amused at my anxiety of not having sex, and being a prisoner in my own house, or did he think that the calm distinguish looking Randall had married a crazy black woman he was embarrassed to be seen with?”

I strutted past him. I wore a pair of tight black running pants with a black sports bra that accentuated my small waist and wide hips and big ass. I turned suddenly to see his eyes on my ass. I knew then he didn’t have sugar in his tank. He was a ladies man. When he saw me grin at him, I walked away and he sauntered behind me. When we were outside on the garden path, I stopped in front of him on purpose. I had found a toy to play with. I had nothing else.

I needed to find out what kind of man would take a job guarding a woman that didn’t want to be guarded, or not fucking a woman who wanted to be fucked.

“What are you trying to do? Fuck me from behind?” I asked him standing close and facing him where he can feel my breasts on his chest. “Do you get your jollies by rubbing your cock against a woman’s behind?” I questioned staring into his confused dark eyes.

“Mrs. Seaborne,” he said moving back from me. “I’m trying to do my job and you’re making it difficult for me to do it.”

“Your job is to make sure I don’t go anywhere I shouldn’t, or be alone with anyone. Where is my husband now?” I asked him furrowing my brow.

“That’s not my job. Isn’t that your job to know where your husband is, and what he’s doing?” Finally he showed anger. His eyes digging into me, maybe from being agitated by my display of disrespect for my husband and marriage vows. But it wasn’t me who broke them.

I didn’t know how to come back from that. I shot him a grin and narrowed my eyes and then I turned and jogged through the maze with Anthony behind me letting him get a good look at my assets, my big tight smooth ass, and small waist. It may not have tempted a man like Randall, but I tested Anthony, and my ass wouldn’t go unnoticed by him. I turned around and faced him as we jogged to give him a clear view of my taut, never been sucked perky breasts.

Anthony tried not to look below my neck and he never said a word more during the jog. When we reached back to the house I said, “I have to change because I haven’t been out of this compound for months. Now that I have you, I can go shopping. I can spend all of Randall’s money since I’m not getting anything else from him.”

Anthony glanced at me and cocked his head to the side shaking his head with a secretive grin. I’m sure he thought that I was just a hot bitch who wanted to fuck any man that came along. I could see he really didn’t know what kind of relationship I had with my husband.

After I showered and dressed in a pair of jeans and a red silk sweater I walked out of my room and Anthony had changed into another black suit but he wore a red tie with it. I stood looking at him, “Do you have a room here too?”

“Yes. I have a room in the cottage in the back of the compound.”

“I guess that means that I will see you seven days a week,” I said pulling at his red tie.

“I have my own apartment in Seattle. And you won’t see me on Sundays.”

“Is that the day you go to church?” I pulled the tie on the outside of his button coat. “No, that’s not a church tie,” I said examining and walking around him, taking in his wide shoulders, and his tight butt. He looks like he’s a short distance runner, couldn’t go the distance because of his long legs and large calves. I’d have to test him sometime. “Or is that your special day with your lady friend. You look like one of those selfish ladies’ man. The kind that rides in sports car, likes to dress, and likes his dick suck. ”

“What you’re saying to me is a private matter, Mrs. Seaborne.”

“Oh, your life is private, but you know everything about me.”

“Not everything,” he says raising a thick eyebrow with long lashes covering his eyes, giving me a once over with his expressive eyes that could hide only so much. He couldn’t hide his feelings and how he didn’t particular care for me. “What do you know about sucking a man’s dick?” he murmurs walking away in the direction of the front door.

He was right. I don’t even know what one looks like in real life.

“The car is out front.” He extends his hand for me to walk in front of him.

Before I stroll away I say, “Like to look at my ass, do you? Are you an ass man or breast man? Do you like dark meat or light?”

“Light,” he says walking away. His reply makes me angry. Couldn’t he play along with me?

“From now on, you wait for me in the limo?” We walk through the front double doors with him holding it open for me. “I didn’t expect a body guard with manners,” I murmur standing at the car.

“It’s just part of my job, Mrs. Seaborne.” I step into the limo turn looking into his eyes. He stares down at me for a minute.

“Don’t put up that partition. I don’t get to talk to too many people and I can’t remember the last time I had a conversation with a young man.” And I climb into the car. He closes the door with a bang, steps in the car, gets behind the wheel, and we’re off.

“Turn on the radio and none of that quiet music. I want to hear rap. Something with a beat that makes you feel alive.” He turns on Eminem. “I guess if that’s all you have, then that’s OK. When we get to the department store, I need you to come in with me to help me select something for my husband.” I glanced at him in the rear mirror. He furrows his brow.

“It’s my job to go where ever you suggest Mrs. Seaborne.”

“Is that right. Then I want to see your apartment when we leave the department store.”

“I don’t know about that,” he says his voice firm with authority.

“Didn’t you just say that you were obligated to go and take me where I wanted? Well, I want to go to your apartment. Are you working for me, or am I working for you?”

“I work for your husband, Mrs. Seaborne.”

“Not for long,” I said to him.

L
illy what can I say about Lilly? I had never seen such a pretty, innocent looking, over the top young woman. Her face was like an angel but she cursed like a sailor. I knew somethings about her husband Randall Seaborne. Everyone knew about him except his wife, and from what he hired me to do, she wouldn’t find out about him none too soon.

When he states that I’m to be her shadow and go with her everywhere, I didn’t know she would be that beautiful, that young, with a large Afro style curly hair, wide deep brown eyes, the kind that can look through you, and full lips, the kind that you just want to fit your cock in, and that shape, if she wasn’t married, what I would do with her. I thought I had died and gone to heaven just looking at those full lips. I can only gaze on her and dream.

If nothing else, I want to keep the job to look at her. A man can appreciate youth and beauty: her skin, dark brown, soft, and smooth.  

Lilly has the most stunning large perky breasts, and a tiny waist, wide hips, and when she walks away from me to jog, I have never seen a butt like that. I wanted to fuck her from behind just to feel my dick between those perfect brown ass cheeks.

I began wearing my dark glasses just so she couldn’t see my eyes. They would give me away. Controlling my expressions and thinking would prove difficult, but I had to, because everyone including her husband would see my cock rising in my pants every time she was around me.

Her breasts, just like I like them, hard and untouched. I’m drooling and she thinks I don’t like her or find something distasteful about a woman marrying an older man. I see it in her face, but on the contrary, I know why he married her, and she probably found out too late about him, if she discovered that at all. I have a job to do, and I can’t go around eyeing and wishing I could fuck the boss’s wife.