Elanie's Desire

It was all dark in and around the car despite the fact that there were lights both from the streetlights and other vehicles on the road. It was more like a smoke screen was covering the entire vision, so that the view looked out-of-worldly as the car cruised down the road at an even speed of 80km/h, a speed not undeserving of the Bentley Continental which carried Abraham Hudson and his wife, Meredith. One could see even behind the seeming dark screen that Mr Hudson was whispering something to his wife as the middle-aged woman laughed lightly at her husband's obviously funny conversation. The chauffeur minded his front as he drove on. They seemed to be going for an important occasion as the couple were dressed in matching black corporate outfits. Hudson wore a Tuxedo and a black bow tie with tiny dots of real diamond on it that glistened even in the darkness of the Bentley's interior. Meredith wore a long suede dinner dress that hugged her body lightly and beautiful diamond necklaces with earrings to match, topped off with long black hand gloves that reached her elbows. Her black hair was flowing down to her shoulders. They both looked regal. Suddenly, as the chauffeur tried to switch from the free road to the service lane in readiness for making a turn into another road, a switch that requires him to reduce speed to about 40km/h, he stepped mildly on the brakes but it didn't respond. Applying more pressure as he deftly avoided almost hitting a car in front of them, he stepped again and again on the brake pedal to no avail. By this time, it had become obvious that the vehicle had a break failure and at a high speed of about 80! Hudson and his wife were panicked. The chauffeur tried his best to control the car as it sped down the semi-busy road, grazing a car or two in the process. It all happened in a flash. The driver lost control as the car ran at that top speed straight through the railings of the bridge, plunging into the lake below. "No!...No!...Noooo!!!", a panting Elanie struggled up from her bed with a shout, drenched in her own sweat. It was a nightmare. No, it wasn't just a nightmare...it was THE nightmare. This particular subconscious flashback vision of her parents plunging into the lake and drowning to their deaths before any help could reach them had been tormenting her ever since she had to identify their corpses at the city morgue in Eldorado City last April, almost eleven months ago. She broke down crying again. The tears trickled down her pretty face devoid of any make-up and found their way over her upper lip to simmer into her mouth. She seemed oblivious of it's rather salty taste as she crouched forward on the bed, hugging her knees and sobbing uncontrollably. She wasn't there when it happened but her mind keeps replaying this scene almost every night, only with slightly different details each time. It tormented Elanie. She cried quietly like that for about ten minutes before, out of exhaustion, she slammed back onto the bed. As her head rested on one pillow, she drew the second pillow closer, hugging it as if it would suddenly turn into her mother or father and they would un-die, and everything would be alright once again. She stared aimlessly at the wall directly opposite her, idly picking out the items in that corner of the room with her roaming looks until her eyes fell on the golden bedside clock on the lampstand near her. The time was 2:15 am. The night was dead quiet except for the occasional chirps of the crickets in the gardens just outside. She picked up the house phone from the lampstand and dialed Samantha's number. "Oh f**k! Elanie not again!" she groaned and whispered into the phone as she reluctantly sat up from the bed, then leaned onto the bed post. "Sam, I saw them again!" Elanie whimpered. Samantha knew she had been crying from the tone of her voice. Elanie was responding rather well to treatment from severe depression and post-traumatic stress disorder, PTSD. But every once in a while for the past few months, the subconscious flashback that comes to her like a nightmare tips the balance, and she needs her best friend. Samantha had no choice. She loved Elanie. "OK Elanie, listen, just calm down...take a deep breath like I showed you to" There was silence at the other end, but she could hear Elanie breathing deeply. "Elanie...are you there?" "Yeah Sam, I'm here" Elanie responds over the receiver, sniffing. "It's gonna be okay baby. I promise you. I told you, you just need to go out a little bit and have fun...the idea was to change the environment so you could see another scenario of life, not for you to stay cooped up indoors all day for weeks!" Her tone had turned to scolding. Elanie heaved a silent sigh which was, however, still audible to Samantha because of the gust of Elanie's breath that blew into the receiver. "When last did you leave the house, Elanie?" "Last week. I went to get groceries" "OK, here's what I propose... you are going to go out tomorrow and have fun. I'll be with you all through the day over the phone. You'll like it, girl", Samantha suggested, albeit with a note of finality. Elanie thought about it for a minute. "Do you think it's a good idea? I mean as my therapist now, not just a friend?" Elanie asked, softening and easing up inside a bit. "Girl! Absolutely yes, as your therapist" Samantha responded...."and your friend babe. You need it" she added. "Okay, let's do it then" Elanie agrees, sounding very tired. "Okay then, it's a date" Samantha concluded, "try and get some sleep girl". "Thanks babe" Elanie hung up. She laid back down on the bed and, in a number of minutes, she fell asleep again. The next morning, she woke up around 7am with a rather surprising vibe. She had made up her mind to try hard and forget about the demise of her parents, and forgive herself for not having been there for them or say goodbye. Elanie Hudson was a twenty-eight year-old sole heiress of Late Mr and Mrs Hudson of the Hudson & Meredith Conglomerates, a massive multinational business empire worth twelve billion dollars. She took after her mother's good looks. Standing an impressive 5ft plus, Elanie was a slender, stunning brunette, with beautiful wavy black hair and stunning brown eyes. Her nose stood straight at just the right pace, as her perky little lips balanced cutely above a beautifully curved jaw. Despite having been born with a silver spoon and grown all her life being pampered, Elanie had managed to do well for herself in the past ten years. This was something she cherished. She had been dreaming of being a model ever since she was five. A model and possibly a ballet dancer. She found it a little too controlling that her parents would rather pay her any amount she  wanted as a monthly allowance while she just stays chaperoned doing nothing. As soon as Elanie turned eighteen, she wouldn't have any of that any longer, so she exercised her legal rights as an adult and moved out of the family mansion on Hudson Drive in Eldorado City. Elanie enrolled for modelling auditions and was picked up by a Svelte & Silhouette modelling agency. In the next few years, she has risen through the ranks to be reckoned with as one of the top models in the country, earning seven figures. When her phone rang one fateful night and the police officer went to the other end and told her to go and identify if the corpses were her parents' or not, she was beyond shocked. But after she actually saw their cold bodies at the morgue, for the first time in ten years, a deep depression hit her. Samantha had been the one who was always there both as her therapist and friend. They had been friends since childhood when they lived in the same neighborhood. Samantha Jones was a professional therapist. Having treated Elanie for about a year now after the accident, she suggested that Elanie take a long vacation and change the environment for a while. Elanie thought it was a good idea because, ever since the news of her parents' death broke, the paparazzi have been hounding her everywhere she went in Eldorado City. They had both thought of a quieter city that would have good lofts where one could lie low and unwind for a few weeks, without losing touch with class and taste. Cosmopolis was the best that came to their minds. Feeling nostalgic and almost tearing up again as these thoughts flashed through her mind, Elanie remembered her resolve that morning. No more tears, she tells herself in her thoughts. Today was going to be a peaceful and quiet day but she was going to enjoy it. She walks to the bathroom, dressed in a luxury pink colored silk robe with nothing underneath. The robe was secured around her waist by its equally silk material belt tied loosely in front of her naked belly in such a way that the rest of the opening in front of the robe, like mutually inverted Vs, allowed her slender legs and glimpses of her boobs to be visible as she stood before the mirror at the sink to brush her teeth. After carefully brushing her teeth and rinsing clean, she steps out of her robe and walks into the glass shower cubicle naked. She turned on the shower and let the lukewarm water from the heater that she had set at 15°C drench her all through. The cascading mini-springs of water flowed down from her head to all her contours, caressing her in an almost therapeutic way. Minutes later, she stepped out of the shower and cleaned her body with a towel, freshened up and picked out a lovely outfit from her closet. Elanie had great dress sense and could match any occasion with just the perfect outfit. That was what helped her stand out in her modelling career.She always had a clause in her contracts that grants her a demand to come up with her own choice of dressing for proposed gigs or photoshoots, and she never failed to dazzle when she appeared in whatever choice of clothes she chose. Selecting just the perfect attire for today's mission, which was to drive out to a busy mall, do some light shopping and hang out alone a bit talking to Samantha over the phone, she picked out a cream colored sleeveless jumpsuit with a small white mink shawl. She got dressed and indulged herself with a generous number of spurs from her perfume, Victoria's Secret. Then she toasted two slices of bread and made some coffee for herself, adding a cube of sugar and some milk from the shelves in her white-themed kitchen furnished with glass and white plywood, with an almost white granite-topped island and sink. She dialed Samantha's number as she walked from the kitchen to her dining room, which was secluded on a slightly elevated platform at the anterior side of the sitting room. The dining room had a wooden gold-rimmed table and six equally designed chairs. Opposite to its wall and facing the garden below was a glass wall that allowed you to see clearly the beauty of the garden caressed by the Saturday morning sun. As she sat down, taking a bite from the twin slices of toasted bread and a sip from her coffee cup, Samantha picked up the call. "Hey Sam" she greeted, sounding a lot better than she had done the previous night. "Good morning hun...you definitely sound better this morning" Samantha observed. "Mm, you'd be surprised how a little positive vibe in the morning and a cup of creamed coffee could give your morning a zing" Elanie responded with a smile, "I'm ready to have a different day, Sam." "Yes you are, and a beautiful day you will have. Just try to free your mind from the past and focus on the present and on the happenings around you today. Savour the moment", Samantha encouraged her friend. Elanie was glad to have Samantha. What could she have done without her?  "Thank you, Sam...for everything" she said to her friend over the phone. "Anytime girlfriend. By the way, have you thought of where you'd like to go...or can I give you ideas?" "Yeah, I think I'll just go to the mall in the city center and sit out my day there, maybe shop a bit while watching other guests at the mall, take some nice pictures," Elanie said. "That's a nice idea" Samantha agreed. "Remember girl, just..." "Enjoy my day, I get it Sam", Elanie cut her short, "besides you are right here on the phone to enjoy the environment with me". She looked out through the glass and saw a logistics company van parked in the next mansion separated from hers by a half wall of white wooden picket fence. Two male staff of the logistics company, dressed in matching uniforms of red T-shirts tucked neatly into white trousers with white loafers, unloaded household items from the van into the neighbouring mansion beside hers. She had noticed that it seemed unoccupied in the past two weeks that she had bought and moved into her own mansion just beside. "I think I'm going to have new neighbors" she said over the phone to Samantha. "Really? Why do you say so?"  "Someone's moving into the house next to mine. I'm watching them unload things into the house." Elanie responded. "Oh that's great, hopefully they will be nice people. A little friendly interaction between neighbours is good for you hun" Samantha crooned.  Then Elanie saw another man walk out from the front door of the house and wave instructions at the logistics company guys. She was awestruck when she saw him turn so she could get a view of his face vaguely but clearly enough to know he was very handsome. "You know what Sam, let me call you back when I'm driving out OK."   "OK" Samantha said as Elanie cut the call. Elanie put down the phone and stared at the man through her glass wall. It was tinted lightly so while she could see outside from where she was seated in her dining room, someone outside would only see on the tinted glass wall a reflection of the beautiful environment around her. Elanie stood close to the glass for a better view. This hunk was tall, probably 6ft, with a cute military style, low-cut blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to be all seeing even from behind the screen where Elanie watched. She caught herself blushing for a minute, wondering if he could see her. She then suddenly seemed to remember that the glasses were tinted and reflective on the other side, so she continued with her looking. He was perfectly well built, his broad shoulders balancing out perfectly in the grey polo he wore which clung to his body, showing off his chest and abs from underneath the cotton fabric. He wore straight cut sky blue jeans, pants and a simple pair of sandals. Elanie found herself swallowing, this time not the coffee or bread but her own saliva, which seemed to suddenly tug at her throat and build up a mysterious longing. She caught herself. She couldn't allow herself to drift away just too suddenly like that. Well, it's a good change to have a neighbor, she said to herself, apparently discarding the thought of this mystery guy with a shrug. She took the now empty coffee cup and its saucer back to the kitchen and put them in the sink to wash them later. Then she walked back to the dining room and took her mobile phone onto her small Louis Vuitton designer leather bag with a silver chain handle which she flung onto her shoulder. She took another furtive glance out the glass and saw that the man was no longer standing there. She rather saw the logistics van driving away as they obviously seemed to have finished unloading the man's property into his house. Elanie walked down the stairs of the duplex and out her own front door. Her orange coloured Lamborghini was parked just in front of her house. Opening her automated gate with the aid of a remote as she enters the car and pulls down the driver's side door to a close, she drove out, the gate slowly sliding shut behind her. She couldn't help but cast another glance in the direction of the new neighbor's house, as if to catch another glimpse of him. True to her determination for the day, Elanie did have lots of fun. At the mall, she shopped for a bit, buying herself a few exotic scents, a new blender and a good romance novel for her reading delight later. She also shopped a few copies of fashion and modelling magazines to just casually pick up on the goings on in the industry since she took time off from her contract on mutual agreement with her current modelling agency. She and Samantha shared a wonderful day as they literally spoke almost all through the day. Elanie hadn't mentioned the new neighbor all the same again throughout the day and Samantha equally didn't remember to ask. However, thoughts of the man she saw remained almost constant no matter how hard she tried to bruise herself in the present happenings of the day. She kept these thoughts to herself.  After what was definitely a good day for a change compared to the past few weeks' isolation and bouts of depression, Elanie drove home at about 7:30pm and had yet another therapeutic warm shower. Then she dressed in her nightwear to get ready to retire for the night. She thought she could indulge herself with a glass of pineapple smoothie which she quickly blended with the brand new blender she had just purchased earlier in the day at the mall. Then, as she sank into a very comfortable sofa in a sitting room equally overlooking the adjacent building along the same glass wall it shares with the dining room. She saw the house where she believed her new handsome neighbor must be inside, probably having a pleasant evening too, or perhaps he was resting after the fatigue of relocating. She could see from the windows that there were lights on in the new neighbor's house. She saw a faint silhouette walk across one of the rooms. Elanie wondered if he was doing the same thing she was doing right now; having a smoothie or a relaxing drink, as he obviously wasn't asleep yet. She wondered if he had just taken a warm bath minutes ago too and was feeling as she felt from the caresses of the water. Her mind drifted to the figure she had seen in the morning and she couldn't help but drift into a rather erotic daydream, trying to picture how this hunk would look while totally naked in the shower with water dripping down his washboard abs and firmly rippled biceps, or even how the laps would look. She let out an involuntary sigh. She suddenly did a mental check and remembered that she had not been with any man for almost two years. Even the last time she did have s*x, it was nothing spectacular and was definitely far from romantic or satisfying. She had her vibrator though and whenever she was in the kind of mood she was on this particular night, her vibrator always came to the rescue. 'Get a hold of yourself, Elanie', she thought. She decided to turn in for the night, but not before promising herself that she was not going to allow herself to think too much of a hunk from the next day. Heck, she would even totally forget him by the time she got busy with one thing or two. As for tonight, well someone once told her that a vibrator would save you from f*****g the wrong person. She walked to her room, passing by the kitchen to drop the glass she used to drink the smoothie. She sat on the edge of the bed and reached to her bedpost to fetch the toy from the drawer. Laying back, Elanie took some minutes to pleasure herself until an exhausting orgasm washed across her like a wave. She fell asleep minutes later. The next morning when she woke up, Elanie decided to stay indoors and read the romance novel she had bought the previous day at the mall. The way she took things now, she would take them one day at a time and find meaningful things to do each day to keep her mind occupied enough to not just rid her thoughts of images of her parents' death, but also replace the images with new pleasant memories. This was all part of what Samantha had advocated, and if Sam says that's what she needs, then that's what she, Elanie, needs. Sam knew her turf well in the business of psychotherapy, holding a PhD from Havard.   It was a beautiful and pleasantly sunny Sunday morning. A cool light breeze rustled the trees, bringing down the earliest of the autumn leaves to litter and intermingle with part of the still green lawn. Elanie could see from outside her window her new neighbor coming out of the garden. He was setting up something on a sort of tripod stand. Elanie soon saw it was a drawing board and a few artist equipment. 'He must be an artist, how very romantic!', Elanie thought, her interested rekindled despite all her resolve last night. She put down the novel she had been snuggling up with and went to the window to get a closer look. He was putting on a short sleeved Safari shirt with pictures of the beach and coconut trees on it, and white shorts. He set his painting paraphernalia on his right and held his pallet deftly on the tips of his inverted fingers spread evenly out, his artist brush in his right hand.  The man began to put stroke upon stroke of the acrylic oil paint on the canvas with the tip of his brush. Soon it began to become obvious that the figure was a person, a man or a woman lying down. Elanie was a lover of artwork. She had quite a collection of paintings and a few sculptures. She would like to see what this one will look like when her new neighbor is built. Elanie smiled. She had just found a new hobby to relax with for today. She would find a vantage position to sit and watch this guy paint. Maybe they might get a chance to get acquainted. With that thought, Elanie went into the bathroom and had a shower, put on a cotton dress, and ordered food over the phone. She then walked out to her balcony on the side of her house directly overlooking both her garden and that of a hunk. For an instant Elanie smiled at how she had involuntarily and subconsciously nicknamed this man Hunk, whatever his real name might be. She was aware that the word hunk means a very well built and attractive man. What better way could one describe such a fine looking gentleman? Cosmopolis might not have been a bad idea after all, she thought. She had with her the novel she planned to read earlier, but her interest was no longer in it. She, however, had to make an appearance of being casually busy with it so that it wouldn't be obvious she was oogling at hunk painting in the beautiful Sunday morning sun. Elanie sits in one of the beach chairs she had on the balcony, made of comfy tarpaulin material and an adjustable back that allowed you to set it at any comfortable angle. She reclined her head back as she watched the artist paint, her novel in her hand with a finger in the middle of some random page. She left off looking at the hunk's perfectly sculpted body for a while and focused a bit on the painting. By this time, it had become obvious that he was painting a woman. A nude woman lying down. Though the work was far from finished, Elanie could tell this much from the outline of the painting to which the hunk was now adding details gradually. His hands moved deftly as his brush worked on the hair of the woman. Gracefully covering one of her n*****s as it flowed down from the side of her face, while still leaving the majority of the breast, and the whole of the other breast visible.  'How could he produce such creative beauty all from his imagination?!' Elanie thought. Something tugged in her throat and stomach again. Minutes later, the delivery guy arrived on a dispatch motorcycle with the food Elanie ordered. It was a pizza with some french fries and tomato ketchup. As the dispatch rider drove past the new neighbor's house just before stopping at Elanie's gate, the artist's attention was distracted a little from his painting. He saw the gate slide open. It must be automated like his own, he thought. Then he heard a voice say "Common in please!". The artist looked up in the direction of the voice and saw a very beautiful brunette standing by the railings of her balcony, addressing the delivery guy. "I'll be right down. Just a moment please" The artist saw her appear minutes later downstairs just outside her front door to meet the delivery guy and paid cash for the package, obviously food. The delivery man thanked her and left. She pressed a remote and the gate began slowly to slide closed. Then as she turned to move back into the house, their eyes met. She was tall, slim but not lean, with long flowing black hair and beautiful brown eyes. Her cotton gown with flowers printed on it did her figure good. Her lips were small but the perfect size for her face. The type of lips that seemed to be begging to be kissed when you look at them.  For about a minute, the both of them stared at each other silently, before she flashed the most beautifully dimpled smile he had ever seen, and waved cutely by moving the fingers of her free hand, while the other hand carried her ordered food. The artist caught himself and smiled back, nodding in affirmation.