After we left Isabella’s, I could have driven through a tornado and Cynthia would not have noticed. All she saw was her ring. She would look at it, hold it to her cheek, and sigh a little.
“Baby, did you enjoy your dinner?” Cynthia looked at her ring. The expression on her face gave me so much peace.
I pulled into our parking space and got out. I walked over to Cynthia’s side and opened her door. She was holding her hand with the ring.
“Jack. Oh, Jack, it is so beautiful. This is the most wonderful day of my life. You make me feel like a queen. I don’t know what I have done to be so lucky.” She was slowly getting out of the car. “My man loves me; he wants me. He wants me forever.” I closed the car door.
The elevator doors opened onto our floor. I unlocked the door and let it open. I looked at Cynthia, her eyes sparkling like little diamonds through her tears of joy. I picked her up, she rested her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my neck. I carried her into our apartment and gently set her down.
“Jack. I don’t know how to put it into words. As a young girl, I had my dreams of growing up and finding a man. Falling in love, getting married, maybe having a family. When the only job I could get was a maid, I put all of those dreams away. I locked them in a box in my heart where they could never hurt me. Who wants to marry a maid?
Then you interviewed me and hired me. You gave me a card and told me it was mine to do what I wanted with it. It never crossed my mind you bought my contract. When they told me you hired me, I was so happy. I was going to be near a man I fell in love with.
Now, this.” Cynthia looked at her ring. “Now, this, you want to marry me. You want me forever. Oh, Jack!!” Cynthia fell into my arms, crying her heart out. She was sobbing so hard, she could hardly catch her breath.
She finally looked up at me. Her tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes swollen from crying. Her voice quivered as she said, “Jack, I love you so much.”
“Cynthia, I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you. I will always love you.”
I held her tight against me as we kissed. A soft lovers kiss. Then she rested her head on my chest.
We went into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. Watching Cynthia hanging up her dress with such care made me think that a little girl's dream had come true. I was hanging up my trousers when Cynthia’s phone buzzed. She looked at it, then at me.
“It’s Stacy. What should I do?”
“I think you should answer it. She is your friend.” Cynthia pushed the button.
“Hey, Stacy, what’s up? Tomorrow afternoon? Let me ask Jack. Hey, Jack, Stacy said the four of them are getting together at the Kopper Kettle tomorrow. She wants us to join them. What do you think?”
“We could extend our celebration without telling them. Our secret, I say let’s go.” Cynthia was happy I agreed to go.
“Stacy, we will be there at two. Thanks, good night.” Cynthia looked at me, smiling.
“Your friends are very nice. They’re fun and interesting. I hope we can get together with them regularly. When you came to me, did you keep up with them and meet them? I hoped you did.” Cynthia blushed and didn’t look at me.
“Yes. But not often, ” she said as a defense. “You employed me and that wouldn’t be right. I did call them when I had my lunch. Sometimes my lunch was just before you got home.” She admitted.
She was wearing her bra and panties, and I was in my boxers. We went to the kitchen, and I grabbed our beverages. She was sitting on the couch. I handed her the drink and sat beside her. We started talking about her and her friends.
“Honey, anytime you want to meet with your friends, please do it. You should have time for yourself. I don’t think I’m a slave driver. I mean, I’m not going to flog you if you meet your friends.” I was being serious.
“Does that mean you won’t spank me?” Cynthia said with a coy smile.
“I would never say anything like that. I will get my hands on your cute butt any chance I get. Your butt is very sexy.” I smiled, and we clinked our beer bottles.
“How sexy is my butt, Jack?” Cynthia was getting playful.
“Very sexy. You know I love grabbing it,” I reached for her bottom and patted it through her panties.
“Let’s see just how sexy you think my ass is.” I had no idea where this was going.
Cynthia put her beer on the cocktail table, stood up, and slowly slid her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She started to push them down and a little bump and grind for good measure.
She bent over to get her panties to the floor and just stayed in that position for a moment. Her sweet wet pussy was exposed, and her tight little opening was exposed for me to enjoy. She turned to face me and put her hand into my boxers.
“Hmmm. He seems a little interested. Oh, my, are those balls filled? When that dam opens up, head for high ground. I think he needs a little more incentive.”
Cynthia turned her back to me and swayed her hips. She unfastened her bra and looked over her shoulder at me. Her bra strap fell from her shoulder. She acted embarrassed and turned her other shoulder to me. When that strap fell, she inhaled and put her hand to her mouth as though she was very embarrassed.