The sun splashes on the mountains on a Friday, early afternoon. Her work day behind her, she now waits at a small outdoor café downtown. Under her sunglasses, her warm brown eyes roam the periphery wondering which direction he would come from. Her radiant hair glistens in the sunlight, her flesh warm smelling of strawberries, her mind consciously aware of every curve of her body as she waits impatiently for him to arrive. The delicious anticipation makes her heart and her thighs flutter while she tries to appear nonchalant.
There was something – something very different – about this visit. It wasn't their first time together. Her mind drifts back, six days, to when her cell phone rang on Saturday and his voice penetrated her ear.
"Good afternoon gorgeous," he said in a voice that made you think he was much larger than he really was. It was a voice he had no reluctance to use loudly in bed, and that made her cream from the first time she heard his moans on the phone so long ago.
"Hi brother dear," she laughed. The incestuous pet name dripped from her tongue.
"I have a question for you, my darling. Have any plans next weekend?"
It took her a moment to get over the shock of his request, such a sudden visit, and her body tingled. She felt her nipples awaken. Her mind ran through her normal schedule – lots of workout time, time with her pets, reading time, nothing more.
"Hmm...well, only a few things but nothing is written in stone, why do you ask?" she replied coyly, her lips curling into a wicked smile that she wished he could see but knew he could hear.
"Is there anything that could not be rescheduled?" She could hear the smile in his voice.
"Well, what would the reason be for that?" She knew he loved the fact that she was a smartass; it was something they adored in each other.
"I have something special in mind. I'm coming to visit. Take Friday afternoon off, and clear your schedule as best you can."
It wasn't a request...and it moved her..
"What, no please?" she laughed.
He laughed and then paused, audibly inhaling before replying. "Not this time." And without another word, he hung up.
So she made her arrangements, and they exchanged emails and phone calls throughout the week but she couldn't get him to tell her much more. The week dragged by with anticipation. But now here she was, waiting for him.
The mountains welcomed the spring with lavish green, the snow-capped peaks pressed against the blue sky. She sits admiring the view from within the steel and concrete confines of the city, comfortably watching cars and people drift by. She tilts her face toward the sun, a soft breeze kissing her skin, her body quivers in response. She wears black mesh panties and a matching bra, and could suddenly feel the articles against her flesh. Her toned legs cross, a black skirt and clingy red blouse were more than enough on such a day. She had described this particular set of bra and panties to him once, but hadn't shown them to him. It was her own little surprise.
The hair on the back of her neck rises. She senses him near. Her eyes shift under her sunglasses, searching.
He smiles from inside the café, hidden behind a group of loud women having lunch. He had arrived there 30 minutes early, knowing she would arrive early as well. He had told the staff where to seat her, and tipped appropriately. They were intrigued at whatever game he was playing. The fact that she was stunning certainly helped. At 5'8", lean and taut, with auburn hair and alabaster skin, she turned the heads of men and women alike. He watches her looking around, smiling softly. He lingers a few more minutes, letting the anticipation build in her. He sips water, idly passing the time while his khakis confine the growing bulge underneath. He licks his lips, remembering the taste of her skin. They had been together just 2 weeks ago. He just couldn't get enough of her.
Wearing a French blue shirt and a navy blazer, he nods at the waiter who was watching for him. He puts his sunglasses back on, and slowly stands, angling himself behind various others in line in case she looks back.
Her tongue runs over her lips, he's close...I know it. She tries to hold back the wicked smile that keeps trying to creep across her face. Under her sunglasses her eyes roam her field of vision trying to find him,
The sound of the city is just distracting enough for him. He leans down, and whispers into her ear, "Hello baby doll."
She jerks only slightly at the surprise and turns with the devilish smile he loves and says, "You are very sneaky." He laughs softly with his resonant voice, and leans down to brush her lips with his, the kiss lingering...knowing others were staring at such a display but neither one caring.
The waiter slips next to them, leaving something on the table as they withdrew from their kiss. The movement catches the corner of her eye as his lips move away, and she spies a white box, half the size of a normal gift box, where her plate should be. The box is simply adorned with a red ribbon, a white rose lying on top.
He pulls the chair out, the soft scrape of the iron legs against the concrete, and eases into the chair next to her, quietly dragging it closer as her eyes roam the package. There is something so oddly different about him today. She can smell it, sense it, and it makes her thighs tingle. Her toes wiggle nervously insider her 2-inch black pumps. She lets her eyes roam him slowly, drinking in this change, trying to pinpoint it. His hazel eyes are hidden under dark sunglasses. His shoulders, broad for his average frame, rest easily against the back of the chair. His pale toned skin, with a hint of tan, exudes something that she cannot put her finger on. She did notice the bulge in his crotch as he sat, and she felt the warmth between her thighs increasing when she saw it. She of course looked there deliberately, wanting that reaction. Something about the smile that he wore, the calm way he eased into the chair...something...mysterious...had her senses whirling.
His eyes watch hers as the waiter brought him another water and then leaves.
"Mmm..I missed you." His words are soft yet dripping with meaning. Her mind keeps searching for telltale signs of what it might be.
She adjusts in her seat, trying to play the part of the casual friendly lunch. "You know you shouldn't get me gifts, sweetums."
"Ignore that for a bit, Tori," He smiles and makes chit chat, intentionally trying to distract her. And he is relentless to move the conversation that way. So she goes along with it. They order lunch and talk about inconsequential things, catching up as if they hadn't communicated since he left 2 weeks prior. Occasionally she lets her foot rub against his calf under the table, and each time he moves his leg away and smiles a wicked smile. They continue their dance as the lunch crowd thins. He watches her as they talk, occasionally noting the clock inside the café, visible through the glass to the left just behind her head. He smirks to himself, thinking "She has no idea," and he watches her reaction to the deliberate change in his expression.
Forty-five minutes since the kiss, and the lunch remnants have been cleared. She wrestles with her words, almost visibly, then gives him the opening he needs. "So what brings you back to me so quickly?"
He takes a pause, leaning forward, elbows on the table, hands clasping together in front of his face, just below his chin. He whispers insistently. but just enough for her to hear, "You."
Her perfectly trimmed eyebrows rise, and then settle back behind the frames of her sunglasses. He watches her breathe. "Awww, how sweet" she replies sarcastically. "A business client needs you again? Hmmm?" Then that wicked little giggle that sends chills through his spine.
He laughs once, reaching up to remove his sunglasses, and lowers his hands onto the table.
"Nope. This is simply about you. This visit is just about you. Now I have one question for you. Do you trust me?"
His hazel eyes are tinted green, a sign of his desire she had noted many times before. And they seem to be burning through her clothing, or maybe she was just letting her imagination mingle with her own impulses.
She tries to deflect him. "Ooooooo now this is getting interesting," again with a wicked smile in her reply. His eyes seem to get brighter as he leers at her. She flips her highlighted hair as she toys with him.
"If you do trust me, sis," laughing again at their pet name, knowing those that might over hear could well be appalled, "open the box."
She stares at him for a long moment. What the hell was he up to? This is not what she was expecting, and she admits to herself that it is driving her crazy. She ponders the question, nervously tapping at the table top with a finger, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, clearing her throat, until she finally lifts her hands and grasps the box, placing it back in front of her. She carefully picks up the rose, sniffing it as she cocks her head toward him, teasing him slowly with her deliberate movements, then putting it aside and beginning to tug at the ribbon.
Her eyes dart between the box and looking at him, to see if her slow movements are getting a reaction. He is nonplussed, leaning back in his chair, watching. Not a care to the world, and fully engaged in watching her.
She undoes the ribbon, leaving it lying on the table top, and grasps the little white package in her hands, her fingers separating edges and lifting the top. Inside, instead of wrapping paper folds of silk cover the contents. Red, pink, and black silk pieces mingled together instead of tissue paper. She searches in the silk, looking at him as her fingers lift the edges of the fabric, feeling something weighty under them. Her hands stumble first upon a tiny envelope, like one that would come with a bouquet of flowers. She pulls it out slowly, and holds it up.
