Chaya was sitting next to the Christmas tree in the lobby, her legs crossed, reading a book when I arrived. In her long sleeve black knit dress, black stockings, and ankle boots she could have been on her way to shul later. She stood to greet me with a warm hug, her curly brown hair bouncing over her shoulders, and we went upstairs. As she bent over to set her bag down, I caught a glimpse of the tops of her stockings around her thighs. Those thigh highs were decidedly not for a house of worship – I felt my dick start to harden in my pants at the naughty secret I was now party to.
I opened a half bottle of champagne I had grabbed earlier that day and poured us each a glass.
“L’chaim,” she said in cheers as we took a sip, and the meaning of her name – ‘Life’ – dawned on me at that moment.
“Lovely,” I said out loud, referring in equal parts to the dry and bready wine bubbling in my glass, the beautiful woman sitting close to me, and her beautiful name.