EroticReverie

Giovanni

It was hard not stare at her. Hard to remind myself that Jospehine was nineteen. Hard to remind myself that I should not have the thoughts I'm having. I truly only intended to bring her back here because I wanted to get her to a safe place. I had no intention of anything else, yet here I am, hoping she drops those arms so I can get a good look at her breasts under that shirt. Those nipples that teased my eyes in the elevator and when she walked over to the couch from the window.  

"So...why are you homeless?" I ask. She cringes, flinching at my question. Okay, so I'm not good at wording my questions. 

"My parents died when I was little. I lived with my aunt and uncle most of my life. Then, I just ...turned eighteen and left." she says.

"Why?" I ask and she looks up at me.

"Your questions are a lot worse than mine." she says and I tilt my head.

"I just want to know about you Josephine." I say and she lowers her arms with a sigh. Not a good fucking time for me to take a look at them, but I do. My eyes zero in on the perky breasts under that tight white shirt, the hard points of what look to be delicious perfectly sized nipples for biting. I make myself look away as she starts to speak, looking down in her lap as she fidgets with the fabric of her sweatpants. 

"My uncle...was just....they both were..him and my aunt...I don't know...they were fine when I was younger....then I got a little older....my uncle....he....he didn't ever DO anything...but ...I could tell he looked at me differently....like...you know" she says and looks up and shrugs. My nostrils flare.

"He never actually said it...or did anything....but....it didnt matter....my aunt saw how he looked at me too.....so she resented me I guess...." she says with a shrug.

"It's not your fault Jospehine." I say and she nods. 

"Yeah, I know that....but...she thought it was." she says quietly. 

"Well she's wrong, and your fucking uncle is wrong too...for looking at you that way." I say and she lifts her eyes to me and nods.

"Like I said....he didnt do anything..it's not like he's a bad guy or something...he just....had wandering eyes I guess." she shrugs. 

"Anyways" she says and shrugs. "I didnt want to live there anymore...I ran off days before my eighteenth birthday....and I havent spoken to them since." she says and I feel a part of my heart ache for her, break for her and the fact she has nobody. 

"Where do they live?" I ask. 

"Upstate." she says.

"I'm sorry for upsetting you with my question." I say genuinely and she smiles softly. 

"It's okay. I'm fine. I'm over that part of things. I just...have been struggling since then. I found a roommate when I first moved here. Some guy. We ended up dating. Then....I ended up finding him in bed with not one...but two girls." she says with a laugh. 

I wince. "He's a bastard." 

"yeah" she laughs. "he is." she shrugs again.

"I wasnt in love with him or anything. I mean...it still sucked to be cheated on, but...whatever..." she says and waves her hand. 

"So ...he moved out...left me with the apartment that I couldnt afford, and I got fired from my job...because...oh yeah...we worked together....and one of the girls that he was in bed with? The manager of the place. So she nitpicked for the next few weeks, I was late one day by five minutes. She fired me." she huffs. 

"Jesus." I say and she looks at me and nods. 

"Yep. So...after that. I couldnt afford the place, kept looking for jobs, and nobody would hire me. I did some dog walking, but it wasnt enough to pay the rent...so I ended up being evicted." she says.

"So i stayed in the shelter for a bit....knew from the first night that I couldnt fucking stay there. So I ..." she pauses.

 She flushes slightly. 

"You what?" I ask. 

" I had to...save money...and the only way I could think of doing it quickly...and legally...I got a job a strip club." she says.

"As a waitress?" I ask. 

She almost snorts. "No." 

"As a dancer?" I ask. 

She nods and looks up at me.

"I made good money too." she says.

I bet she fucking did. 

"But, it wasnt...I didnt like it. The girls were catty and on drugs, the owner was worse, and the customers were sleazy. Paid me well. Tipped me well. But were sleazy, and made me feel dirty. " she says with a little shiver and scrunch of her nose. 

"I'm sorry you had to work there." I say. 

"me too...but...I saved enough for the car....and so...I just stayed in that...was saving up for an apartment....then just couldnt stay at the strip club any longer....I had a bad night...and just...was done...I couldnt wait..I needed to fucking get out of there." she says. I nod in understanding.

"Well, I'm glad you did. " I say. 

"I hope....I hope that working at the club...you dont dislike it." I say

She lifts her eyes, shaking her head. "I don't. At all." 

"Everyone there is great. It's a polar opposite of the strip club or any other place i've worked." she says. 

"Plus..." she says gesturing around my place. "My boss kidnaps me and brings me to his fancy little palace like a knight and shining armor , saving lil ole me from my sad little life." she says jokingly and I frown slightly , and even she does too when she sees my face and scrunches her nose again.

"I'm not saving you. That's your job, and you've done a fine job of it so far Josephine. And you'll continue to do a fine job of it. I'm just helping you out. That's all." I say.

"You dont have to try to make me feel better, you've done enough for me already. Gave me the job. Thank you again by the way." she says.

I nod. "You're welcome." 

She looks around again, avoiding my eyes and sighs and stands and I watch her as she walks to the window again. I look at her ass, even in those loose sweats, the curve of it sticks outwards, her waist curving out to her full hips. 

"Why dont you have a wife?" she asks a minute later, turning her head over her shoulder.

I smile softly. 

"I'm a busy man. There's no time." I say. She turns and I let my eyes drift down for a moment, over her breasts and then back up and she walks back to the couch, this time, sitting on the same portion as me, still a few feet from me, but she turns, resting her elbow on the back of the couch, lifting one leg up and bending it in towards herself, resting her head in her hand. 

"But did you used to have one?" she asks. 

"yes." I answer.

"And?" she asks. 

I smile softly. 

"She passed." I say and I watch her beautiful face turn to something so sad. 

"It was a long time ago Josephine. It's alright." I say as her eyes become glassy.

"I'm sorry." she says softly. 

"Thank you." I say as I watch her lower her eyes and then looks back up. 

"How did it happen?" she asks carefully, as if tiptoeing the question to me. 

I havent talked to anyone about Maria in forever. Other than my sons. 

"She passed shortly after giving birth to Angelo." I tell her.

"She got into a car accident." I say.

"I'm so sorry." she whispers . 

I nod. "It was twenty nine years ago. It's alright." 

"I bet she was beautiful." she says softly. I smile at that.

"That...she was. Very beautiful." I say , imagining my wifes gorgeous face, her long brown hair, and warm kind brown eyes, how stunning she was at every moment of every day.

"Beautiful, and the best mother, best wife...best human being I've ever known." I say, feeling a sharp pain in my chest, my throat swelling and I clear my throat. Not having talked about her like this with anyone in so long. 

"You never wanted to remarry?" she asks. 

I shake my head. "At first...no...I couldnt even fathom the idea....then i imagined her yelling at me to find the boys a mother figure." I laugh slightly. Josephine gives a small smile. 

"I dated eventually....but by that time....the hotels became a lot of work...taking care of the boys was a lot of work....and dating or worrying about finding someone....just became less of a priority." I say. 

"when is the last time you went on a date?" She asks. 

"God...I dont know...a real date?" I ask. 

She smiles and nods. "Yes...where you ask her out...and you go do something...like dinner...or...even coffee." she says.

I shrug and let out a long breath.

"Ten years maybe?" I ask.

"Oh my god" she says , jaw dropping. "Ten years?" 

I shrug. "Yeah, about that." 

"You need to go on a date." she says and I laugh.

"Arent you lonely?" she asks and I look at her. 

"I do alright." I say. 

"Dont you miss...I dont know...touching someone, having them touch you? " she asks.

"That's what the club is for." I say. 

She blushes. "Oh." 

I smirk slightly. 

"do you...keep the company of guests from the club often?" she asks.

"That's confidential." I say.

"Oh." she sits up. "Sorry, I didnt mean t-"

I laugh. "I'm kidding Jospehine." 

"But what is often?" I ask. 

She blushes as she settles back down. "Jerk." she mutters and I laugh slightly.

"I dont know." she says with a shrug. 

"Once a week?" she asks. 

I shrug. "Every few weeks I suppose." 

"The same woman?" she asks. I smirk. She chews her lips. 

"No. Not the same woman." I answer her. 

"So, is it always a different woman?" she asks. 

"Not always." I say. 

"So there IS a woman you like or prefer to spend time with?" she asks. 

"Not particularly." I say. "Just women that I am compatible with sexually." 

"Compatible how?" she asks and I raise a brow.

"I think that's enough questions for tonight Josephine." I say, before we get into this conversation any further. Discussing with a nineteen year old the kinks I'm into, thinking of how I want to keep HER company. 

"Oh...sorry" she says and bites her lips. 

"It's alright...it's just late...and maybe this conversation is best had at another time." I say and she nods. 

"Sure okay" she says.

"I'll show you to your room." I say.