Dinner at the Family Retreat

Things were going so well with Robert, that I was invited to his family retreat on Lake Tahoe.

It was the middle of summer and the whole family would be there. Robert picked me up at my house and drove me there in his Mercedes. He wanted to take his Porche 911, but I told him NO WAY, a lady needs her trunk space for luggage! Especially for a weekend as important as this!

And it didn't help that I was feeling panicky and intimidated because ALL FIVE of his daughters would be there, at the same time. They were bad enough one or two at a time. What would happen when they were all together? What mischief would they get up to?

I shuddered at the thought.

Anyway, we drove up to the compound and it's IMMENSE. It's situated in the mountains with a GORGEOUS view of the lake with a MASSIVE central mansion and a number of smaller houses. Robert took me up to main guest bedroom.

"There's a secret passage." Robert pulled a book ("The Joy of Sex" - cheeky bastard) from the bookshelf by the fireplace and I heard a click -- and then the entire bookshelf swung out to reveal a secret door!

"That's the door to my bedroom," he grinned. "Just in case, I thought you might..."

"Just in case I want to hump your bones?" I snarked.

"Well, you know," he said, embarrassed.

It was cute seeing him all shy. I gave him a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "Count on it," I whispered in my sexy voice.

"Ohhhmmm," he groaned. "Well, I'll ah, let you get changed. Everyone's at the pool."

"Be right down!"

"That is SO cute!" said Elizabeth, the middle-daughter. She had just popped in to my bedroom without knocking!

"Thanks!" I said, twirling and showing off my gold, lame one-piece swimsuit with the floaty, flirty wrap. Nothing screams 'Trophy Wife!' like gold lame. Just ask the Housewives of Orange County!

"And that's a gorgeous blouse you're wearing!"

"Thanks! I was practicing my pintucks."

"You MADE THAT? Like, yourself? That's incredible!" I remembered now that Elizabeth was the one who liked to sew.

"Oh thanks! You're so sweet! It came out pretty well, I think. But hey, I came up to ask you a question, if that's okay?"

"Of course! Anything!"

"What were you thinking of wearing for dinner? Dad likes to do something a bit more formal for Friday dinners."

"Oh! Thanks for letting me know!" I said, grateful to have some help. "I have this pink halter dress which ties around the neck. What do you think?"

"Perfect!" Elizabeth says. "But are you wearing a bra with that?"

"I'm not." I was suddenly worried. "Do you think that'll be a problem? Is it too risqué?"

"Of course not! It's perfect! Daddy's gonna love it. And you!"

Pleased that I seemed to have hit it off with at least one daughter, I danced down to the pool where the other daughters oohed and ahhed over my swimsuit.

"We're SO glad you're dating Dad," Jane said.

"Oh, yes," Catherine agreed. "He's been so lonely recently. We've been worried about him."

"Worried about him? Why?" I asked, eager for information.

"We were worried he'd never find anyone, you know, after his last two dates didn't work out."

Uh, oh.

"The last two didn't work out? Why?"

"Well, one of them interrupted Dad during his favorite story. He has this story he tells all the time about how he started his company in a warehouse in the red-light district of LA, back when, you know, LA actually had a 'red-light' district," Jane rolled her eyes. "Anyway, she interrupted him, and he got so upset that we never saw her again!"

"But I'm sure that won't happen with you, will it?" Catherine asked. "You wouldn't interrupt Dad when he's telling his favorite story, would you?"

"Of course not!" I make a mental note: don't interrupt Robert - ever! "But... what happened to the other one?"

"Well, it's a bit embarrassing," they looked at each other, as if deciding whether or not they should tell me.

"I can handle it, I promise!"

"Okay," Catherine said. "I hope you're not too shocked, but Dad can be a bit... well... 'handsy' with his dates. So, during this one dinner, his date felt a hand between her legs, and she screamed and jumped up! I mean, I don't blame her, but apparently it embarrassed Dad so much that he dumped her, like, right there, in front of everyone. It was so embarrassing."

"She never even got dessert," said Jane.

"I know! I felt so bad for her. But, you know, Dad's a bit old-fashioned. He comes from an age where women actually like to be groped under the table like that."

"Then we're perfect for each other!" I enthused. "I like to be groped under the table! It's all good fun!"

"Then you'll be perfect for him!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

I was so happy to be getting such good advice from Robert's daughters! I smiled and went to dive into the pool, showing off my trim, busty, feminine figure to Robert who devoured my body with his eyes.

Oh, how I loved to tease that man!

That evening I sauntered down to dinner, wearing my semi-formal pink halter dress (it was scandalously low cut with side-boob TO DIE FOR - very trophy wife), but when I opened the door to the dining room, I stopped short.

Everyone was wearing casual clothes! What the fuck?

The women were wearing jeans or simple skirts with off the shoulder slouchy tees, puffed sleeve ribbed cotton blouses, boyfriend-style dress shirts or comfy sweaters, and the men were wearing polos or T-shirts with jeans or shorts and TEVAs.

THEY WERE WEARING FLIP-FLOPS AND TEVAS FOR GOD'S SAKE.

Suddenly I felt awkward and embarrassed in my five inch pink heels!

Blushing beet red, I quickly turned around to go change...

...only to run smack into Robert!

"Oh, Jennifer," he said. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering a long time on the endless cleavage highlighted by the halter dress. "Oh god, you look just incredible."

I could hear it in the husky growl of his voice: He really did like how I looked. More than liked it. He LOVED it. And although he wore a pair of jeans and a golf shirt, at least he had on a nice pair of well-tailored jeans.

But I was about to go and change when, out of nowhere, Robert pulled me into a kiss!! And Ohhhhhmmm.... it was deep, and long... and I smelled leather, and sweat, and shaving cream and I felt his scratchy whiskers and I just melted into his arms. Oh... I would give up my 20-year collection of Gucci handbags just to be held by that man and kissed like that just one more time.

"Oh, gosh," I sighed, breaking off the kiss. "That was amazing. But Robert, I was just going to change. I thought it was supposed to be semi-formal."

"Why would you think that?"

"Well..."

I looked over at the daughters, and saw them looking back with barely concealed smirks and laughter. Those bitches! Honestly, it was like high-school all over again! And I should know, because, you know, it, like, wasn't that long ago for me.

"No reason," I said, not wanting to tattle on anyone, knowing it would just make things worse. "It was just my misunderstanding."

"Well, you are not going anywhere," Robert said, leading me by the arm to the table as the family watched. "I love that dress."

"Oh, Robert," I sighed. "I think I'm..."

"You're think you're what?" he asked, holding out a chair for me to sit.

"Nothing," I mumbled, fearing it was too early to say what I was going to say.