After the Gala

Climbing into Jack's car, I shook my head in disbelief, was I really going to join him for more drinks? We had just met that evening at the Board of Trustee's year end gala. I knew he had been involved with the administration for some time, I was a lowly secretary for the grounds crew supervisor; but we had hit it off at dinner, one of the dean's crazy ideas of mixing all staff up to encourage administration cooperation! After a nice dinner and a few drinks later, the dance and conversation fizzled out, and the married staff had left the party; the few remaining singles began to sneak from the function, most to their preferred clubs or bars.

Jack took my arm as our table excused itself and asked "Would you like to continue our conversation at a bottle club I belong to?"

He looked so handsome in his tweed blazer and khaki pants, I only hesitated for a moment before agreeing. I was new on the job and in the city, and having taken a taxi to the party, I felt safe enough with this gray haired gentleman. I self consciously pulled on my rather short, orange dress, the low seats in his car forced more of my legs to show than I was comfortable with at first; I even felt his eyes on them from time to time! We chatted about nothing in particular as he drove down the dark streets.

"Oh no," he groaned suddenly as he pulled up in front of a rather dark building, "apparently they have closed for the evening."

"Its fine, you can just take me home," I proffered, but his hand on my thigh interrupted me.

"You know, I have a brand new bottle of Jefferson's Straight Rye at home, perhaps we could break into that for a nightcap!" Jack suggested, obviously remembering our earlier discussion of the finer rye whiskeys currently on the market. He had seemed so surprised a young woman like me would appreciate a segmentation of liquors beyond Jagermeister and Jack Daniels! His hand was warm and strong on my thigh, waiting for my decision. I could only nod as the thrill of his touch burned through my body; my nipples hardening as a blush crossed my face as I was certain they pointed through the simple cloth of my dress!