I found their web site but it didn't tell me anything that I didn't already know. Ha ha...the county public records. There was the owners name....Lex Golderman.
I did a search on his name and found that he owned quite a few properties. Looks like he was a concert promoter back in the 70s. Wow...Forbes 500 in the 80s! He is into every thing from music to chemical factories....this guy must be filthy rich!
The door bell rang and Demie called out to me that she would get it. I got up to help her with the pizza and saw her at the door with a black nightie on. The poor delivery guy looked confused, embarrassed and astonished! I handed him a 50 dollar bill, he didn't take his eyes off of Demie and he just stuck it in his pocket and said,"Uhhhh...thank you...thank you very, very much!"
I stood there holding the pizza box as she closed the door. I said,"There is no way I can eat if you remain in that." She giggled and said,"Oh silly...I was just trying it on...I'll go put my robe on."
We ate the whole extra large pizza and finished off an almost full bottle of wine that she had left from a party. I talked about my novel a little and she talked about being almost done with Beauty School.
We carried our plates and glasses in the kitchen. Demie dropped them in the dishwasher, slammed the door shut and gave me a look that could melt a glacier. She dropped her robe as I backed her against the refrigerator. It took about 15 seconds to come out of my clothes and about 2 seconds to take off her nightie.
As we embraced...she flung open the side by side freezer door...got a hand full of ice cubes and put them between her cleavage and my chest. She whispered,"Just hold me till it melts." A backed her closer in the door opening as the frosty fog surrounded us. She held on to my neck and wrapped her legs around my back.
The ice cubes between us were melting and running down our stomachs, When they were melted....she kicked open the other door....held herself up on the top of the doors and I began what we were both dying for. Stuff was falling off the shelves and even the refrigerator magnets were bouncing on the floor.
When she began to have an orgasm...she grabbed my arms...leaned back and screamed with her head partially in the freezer. When it was over....I just sat on the floor with her still straddled on me. We were both covered in sweat. She leaned her head on my shoulder and said softly,"I think we made a mess...a nice mess."
I was beginning to really like this little lady but I had a hundred things running through my mind. We cleaned up our mess and Demie took a shower.
