Carolyn couldn't sleep. Restless in her queen-sized bed, she glanced at the digital alarm clock. The numbers cast a faint green illumination in the still blackness. 2:37 a.m. Damn. She needed her sleep -- and her energy. But it was proving difficult. Tomorrow was the day. Now only hours away. The exhilaration coursed through her body again and her nipples began to harden. She desperately wanted to touch herself, but had made a promise not to masturbate in the final days. Jesus, it was tough though. Still, having made it this far she wasn't about to submit to temptation now.
She turned softly on her side, facing the pillow where her boyfriend's head would normally be resting. But not tonight. He was currently in Boston, half-way through a week-long business trip. All part of the plan she wickedly thought to herself. And as thoughts drifted to far-away cities and past travels, sleep began slowly tapping on her door until it gently let itself in.
As the morning alarm clicked into action, the bedroom suddenly came alive to the sounds of Kings Of Leon's 'Sex On Fire'. It took Carolyn a few moments to register the gravity of the day before the realisation kicked in. Her heart skipped a few beats and that wonderful wave of excitement and nausea came crashing down over her. As the unrelenting Miami sunshine shot splinters of piercing light into the previously pitch black bedroom, Carolyn knew she was going to experience something that evening she'd fantasised about for years. Her deepest, darkest, kinkiest desires played out for real. Her breathing sharpened again. Focus. There was still another 12 hours to get through.
The morning and early afternoon consisted of simple chores to keep her mind occupied. A few groceries, a spot of cleaning here and there and a walk along the beach. It was another beautiful day and the ocean shimmered with possibility. Later in the afternoon she took her usual spot by the communal pool to top up her tan. It was quiet. Most of the residents were at work or shopping. She wasn't going to complain. It minimised the opportunity for banal and wearisome conversations about the weather with her neighbours.
As late afternoon became early evening, Carolyn began her preparations in earnest. She took a long, hot shower in her ensuite bathroom. After showering, she dried herself and slipped into her black lace panties and matching plunge bra. She caught a glimpse of herself in their full length mirror adorning the far wall. Her slim figure, curved in the right places, was pleasing to her eye.
Carolyn cast her mind back to the moment seven months ago when she first laid eyes on Jon in the smoky haze of a downtown bar. Most of the patrons were your typical rich, vacuous and dull 'beautiful' people. But Jon stood out as someone different. His self-assurance, intelligence and charm were disarming, but he listened too. Actually listened instead of pretending to listen. Combined with his good looks, Jon was someone she felt attracted to and comfortable with. There was something else too. At the time she couldn't put her finger on it, but in time she realised what it was. And it stirred her deep inside.
7 p.m. Carolyn took a final look in the full-length mirror. She had chosen a tight fitting pair of light blue jeans, a simple white blouse and knee high brown leather boots with a four inch heel. Her makeup had been applied meticulously, including mascara and blusher, and her brown-blonde hair was tied back into a small ponytail. Yes, she was very pleased with her 'girl next door' look for this evening. Very fuckable she thought mischievously.
They'd arranged to meet at 7:30 p.m. in the dimly lit cocktail bar of The Four Seasons Hotel. She spotted Jon immediately, giving him a small wave. Her heels clicked loudly on the hardwood surface as she made her way across the bar to the intimate booth where he sat. They smiled and double-kissed each other. Jon ordered Carolyn a glass of house red wine. They'd agreed to limit themselves to one drink, maybe two. No-one wanted to ruin such a well-planned evening by getting drunk. They made casual chit chat for around half an hour as a few more hotel guests planted themselves around the bar.
"What time did you say he'll get here?" Carolyn enquired.
"He should be here anytime now," replied Jon.
"In fact, that's him now." Jon stood up and waved the man over to their table. Carolyn glanced behind her to assess their new companion. Wow, Jon wasn't lying she thought instantly. Broad shouldered, thick dark hair, well over six feet, tanned complexion and bottle green eyes. He was every bit as good-looking as Jon had promised.
"Reece, I'd like to introduce you to Carolyn," beamed Jon.
"A pleasure Carolyn," came the gentlemanly reply. They double-kissed each other and sat down, Reece ordering a Heineken.
The three of them exchanged another 15 minutes of small talk before Jon leaned closer to Carolyn and nodded towards Reece.
"So Carolyn, are you happy with both sets of goods?"
Carolyn blushed a little before finding her voice, "Yes, I do believe I am."
"Very pleased to hear it, although there's still time to change your mind. We'd understand if you wanted to back out."
"No. This is what I want and I'm ready," she said confidently.
"Excellent. We'd hate to see all our good work go to waste." Jon exchanged smiles firstly with Reece and then Carolyn.
Jon's self-assurance and confidence was now in full swing. He was a little taller and a little slimmer than Reece. His clean-shaven, handsome and high cheekbone face always caused female heads to turn. He was always dressed flawlessly too -- very smart and polished, matching his personality. As Carolyn sipped and savoured the final drops of her glass of red wine, Jon slid a hotel card key across the table to her. He began talking, his voice authoritative and measured.
"It's the penthouse suite on the 44th floor. Once you enter the room, you'll find three envelopes on the bed, numbered 1 to 3. Go to them immediately, open them in order and read the instructions carefully. Do nothing else. As soon as you leave the table, our evening will begin."
With that, Jon relaxed back into his seat, took another sip of his drink and looked directly ahead. Reece remained equally impassive and relaxed.
Carolyn picked up the card key and slipped it into her bag. She excused herself from the table, gave them both a little smile and took the elevator to the 44th floor. Her heart was beating fast as the reality of what she was doing kicked in. What was waiting upstairs? What was going to be in the envelopes? Would she be able to handle all those things they had spent months discussing and fantasising about? As all these overwhelming thoughts flooded her brain, the lift door chimed open on the 44th floor.
The door to the penthouse suite swung open as Carolyn swiped the card. She stepped inside to take in her surroundings. The first thing to hit her was the sensual aroma of vanilla caramel from the scented candles dotted around the enormous room. The overlapping velvet curtains were drawn over the floor-to-ceiling windows. Soft ambient lighting created an intimate and private setting, heightened by the candles.
Carolyn stepped into the centre of the room. It was modern, stylish and minimalist, with a huge bed as the centrepiece and little else in the way of furniture, aside from a vast built-in mirrored wardrobe opposite the bed and a brown leather armchair. The room was made to look even larger by the presence of three giant wall mirrors. The bed linen was sheer black silk, which contrasted with the thick red luxurious carpet. Oh yes, these boys have done their homework she thought giddily. The room practically screamed sexual depravity.
Carolyn's eyes were soon drawn to the three white envelopes innocently propped on one of the black silk pillows on the bed. She walked over, sat on the side of the bed and picked them up. They were all sealed and numbered 1 to 3 as Jon had said. With a deep breath and quickening pulse, she tore open envelope 1 and pulled out the note. It read in simple black typed lettering:
- Go into the bathroom and undress completely.
- Leave all your clothes and possessions in the bathroom.
- Once you are undressed, re-enter the bedroom and open the wardrobe opposite the bed.
- Take out all the items in the wardrobe and place them on the bed. Put them on. Make sure you put on all the items.
- Do not open the second envelope until you are wearing all the items.
"Jesus! How fucking hot is that!" she said to an empty room. She had a burning desire to rip open the second and third envelopes there and then but felt compelled to follow Jon's methodical instructions.
With the scent of vanilla caramel continuing to pervade the room, she entered the bathroom and followed the instructions. First she unbuttoned her blouse, placing it carefully on one of the green tiled shelves. Sitting on the toilet she then pulled off her boots and socks before slipping off her jeans. She'd been for a pedicure the day before and her pretty toes looked immaculate, coated in pink toenail polish. The bra was next, exposing her 30F breasts and hardening nipples. Finally she slid her black panties down, revealing her recently trimmed pussy. She eyed her knee high boots now lying discarded by the side of the bath. How she loved to fuck like a wildcat in nothing but those boots. She hoped she'd have some kinky footwear lurking in that wardrobe. Knowing Jon, she guessed she wouldn't be disappointed.
The anticipation levels moved up another notch as she emerged naked from the bathroom and made her way over to the wardrobe. The thick, luxurious carpet felt great on her bare feet. She scrunched her toes, enjoying the sensation. But her mind was racing. She was physically shaking imagining what was waiting for her in the wardrobe. Knowing she had to wear whatever lay inside. She slid open the heavy wardrobe door.
"Oh my god!"
Carolyn's eyes quickly scanned what limited 'clothing' there was. She found the following neatly arranged:
- A shiny black crotchless PVC outfit with built-in garter straps and a low cut neckline
- Black fishnet suspender stockings
