Eleanor Ch. 01: First Encounter

Mark looked around warily as he shuffled from room to room in the stark white space. His friend had had to leave and he'd considered leaving too, but there were canapes and prosecco for free, so he'd stayed.

He wandered looking at the art, some of it pretentious, some of it beautiful, all of it wildly unaffordable. He felt very out of place among the sleek, well-dressed snobs around him. These people were in their element while he kept picking at his polo shirt, hoping it was lying well against his thin form.

It was then that he saw something truly exquisite. He spotter her across the room and couldn't believe his eyes. Hed never seen anyone so beautiful in real life. Her hair shimmered as it fell around her shoulders, her eyes gleamed and her white teeth flashed as she moved silkily from person to person, schmoozing as she went.

She paused in front of an abstract canvas with a blue background and bright circles. Mark edged closer through the crowd, seemingly interested in the painting, but really taking in every detail of the beautiful woman in front of him.

She wore a one shouldered emerald green, silk dress. Marks gaze slid down her shoulder, over her waist and paused on her firm, full arse. His eyes continued down, past the bottom of her dress, over her smooth, tanned lower thighs and well-defined calves to her Louboutin's. The back strap of her shoes was slightly raised and her heels peeked out and Mark licked his top lip as he took in her pale, soft heels.

Suddenly, her right foot twisted and Mark's eye was able to enjoy the curve of her sole along the shoe and her, brightly painted red nails.

"Has something taken your fancy?" came her voice, melodious and soft, and the feet turned all the way around to face him.

Mark blushed, looked up into her seagreen eyes and stammered, "Um, um, no, yes, what?"

"The artwork, I'm the dealer. Have you seen anything you like tonight?" She asked.

"Oh, um, no, sorry, too rich for my blood." Mark replied.

The gorgeous lady pouted and complained, "There hasn't been anything you liked?"

"Well, this one is very nice," Mark answered, indicating the blud piece with circles, "I like the details." As the dealer tuned Mark glanced down at her perfectly formed butt again but she glanced back catching him.

"So, something did catch your eye!" She winked

"Uh, well, the... the view is nice," he stammered, his voice barely a squeak.

"I'll ask again then, any particular details you've especially enjoyed."

"The, um, use of colour in the back-"

"We both know you weren't staring across the room at the painting." She interrupted, stepping closer to whisper in his ear, "What exactly did you notice about me that made you stare?"

"Errr, your eyes?" Mark offered.

"Cut the crap, or I'll call security." she whispered, her breath tickling his earlobe.

"Sorry, um, your pedicure, the beautiful feet and that astonishing arse. I'm sorry."

She slipped her hand into his and asked, "Want to find somewhere a little less crowded to talk more about all of these lovely details?"

He swallowed hard, and nodded, unable to form a single word. "I thought so, I'm Eleanor and we'll be going back to your place. Is that clear?"

"Yes," Mark replied, feeling the room fill with heat and a sort of electrical crackle, "I'm Mark by the way."

"Like I care" murmured Eleanor as she led him through the crowds to the entrance and hailed a bright, yellow taxi.

Mark opened the door and Eleanor slid gracefully in. As Mark stepped in beside her and gave his address to the driver he was overwhelmed with the beautiful, musky and yet floral scent of her that had begun to fill the space.

As they settled into the taxi and the driver dropped the handbrake Eleanor slid her hand down her leg and slipped off her shoes, lifting them and placing them into Marks lap. Instinctively, he began to stroke and massage the smooth akin. He was shocked and delighted by the grace of her arch and the way her toes gave a little wiggle when he slid a finger down the length of her sole.

He gave every toe individual attention and could help but glance up her leg to the hem of her dress, which rode higher and higher as he rubbed, sure he could see a flash of teal from her crotch. Then, driven by something deep within him he couldn't control he leant down to kiss her manicured, gel nails.

Eleanor smiled broadly and the, with a sudden movement pushed the sole of her foot against his lips, pushing him backwards to the window and burying his nose in her toes. He inhaled deeply and moved his hands to massaging her calves.

Mark then heard a guffaw of laughter and his eyes flicked to the rear view mirror where the driver was watching and struggling to hold back laughter. Eleanor had noticed too, and said, more loudly than she needed to, "Lick now Mark."

He couldn't help himself and began to desperately lick her soles. Eleanor grinned and her eyes lit up with delight at Mark's unexpected public humiliation.

Both too soon and not soon enough, the taxi lurched to a halt. Mark fumbled with his wallet and shoved far too many notes through the small window to the driver, hoping the generous tip would be enough to buy his silence. The driver gave him a knowing smirk and wished them a good night. Mark grabbed Eleanor's shoes from the car and shut the door.

Eleanor though had already left the cab and was walking barefoot across the sidewalk up to the door of Mark's flat and shouted back to the driver, "Come join us if you'd like." The driver chuckled again, gave Mark a wink and drove off.

Mark scrambled after Eleanor, taking the keys from his pocket. Eleanor's casual sexiness and disregard for Marks embarrassment set his stomach to a roiling mass of butterflies and his cock as hard as he could remember it being. He followed into his own apartment building, unsure of what lay ahead or how the evening would go.