I took a deep breath and checked my watch again. Despite all my painstaking preparation, I was still awfully nervous. I took a quick sip of my drink, and ran over my mental checklist again. Room, roses, candles, champagne, massage oil, bath oil...all were ready and waiting. There was only one prime ingredient missing...the woman I'd arranged this all for. I'd been chatting with her for more than a year, and we'd just seemed to gravitate together. Something about her just matched me on all counts. She was my age, and married to an older man. Perhaps that's where the problem lay. I didn't know, and at this point, I was beyond trying to figure it out. Over the last 3 days, I'd made a beeline from west Texas to this tiny little town in Maine. I stuck out like a sore thumb here.
From my beat-up Ford pickup truck, to my Justin Roper boots, to my Resistol felt hat, I was as out of place as I could possibly be. I got a few funny looks from the men in town, and a few more appraising glances from the women I passed. Being an old-fashioned gentleman, I tipped my hat to all the ladies, which set me apart even further. I'd arrived late the previous evening, and set about putting together the perfect little seduction hideaway. Within a few hours, I'd managed to find a sizable hotel room, (off the beaten path, of course), and purchase the supplies I'd need. If chance favored the prepared mind, it must really be rooting for me. Before retiring for the night, I'd paid a visit to the local library, and sent my amorous Lady an e-mail message. The next morning, I checked my account, and there was a message from her, telling me what time to meet her, and where. The appointed hour was only five minutes away. How was it that time could seem to move so fast, and so slow at the same time? Every time the door of this bar opened, I felt my heart jump. Light poured through the door again, and I saw the figure I knew so well from my dreams, fantasies, and many pictures exchanged.
I hurriedly downed my drink, and made for the door. As I passed her in the doorway, I tipped my hat, winked, and said, "Ma'am..." Blushing furiously, she returned my quick wink. She continued on into the bar as I left. I knew I had about 20 minutes before she finished the drink she was going to order before following me to the room. I stopped at the florist I'd isolated the night before, and picked up the order I'd put in. As I entered the room, I worked quickly. First, I ran a hot bath, mixing the oils into the hot water, and sprinkling in the rose petals I'd had the florist prepare. Once that was done, I lit the candles, and poured the champagne. What else? Oh, yes...I plucked the single, perfect white rose from the wax paper, and deposited it in the bud vase I'd asked the hotel to provide. I heard footsteps approaching the door from the walkway outside, and then....the knock I'd waited a year for.
"Faint heart never won Fair Lady, my lad," I imagined my old grandfather saying. I took one last steadying breath, and opened the door. There she stood, in every bit of the radiant glory I'd first imagined. Those lovely pale-colored eyes, the full red lips, the sparkling red hair...not to mention her hourglass figure. If there was ever a man who'd beheld a more stunning vision, I sure didn't know who he was. I reached out and took her hand, bringing it to my lips, saying; "It's been far too long, my Love," before kissing her hand tenderly. I guided her inside, and she immediately melted into my arms. I lifted her soft face to mine, and kissed her lingeringly. She tasted faintly of strawberry. I couldn't tell if that was her perfume, her lip gloss, or what she'd had to drink...either way, the taste was every bit as intoxicating as 100-proof whiskey. Her arms encircled my neck, and she pressed against me insistently. My lips left hers, and traveled to her smooth neck, teasingly licking and nibbling.
"Oh, God, what you're doing to me," she gasped. I gently broke away from her, and handed her the flute of champagne I'd poured her. Lifting my own, I whispered to her, "Here's to all our patience. May we experience ecstasy unlike any we've ever known before, or ever will again." We came together again, and kissed even more deeply. She pulled me toward the waiting bed, and we tumbled down onto it. My hands roamed her lush figure, exploring every rise and fall of her exceptional body. She kicked off her shoes, and wrapped a leg around my thighs, urging me closer. I could already feel the heat emanating off her in waves. "Not yet, Darling," I whispered soothingly. "I've taken great pains to make this as special as I can, and I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life." I slowly got off the bed, and pulled her to me again. I took the rose from its vase, and traced her face from forehead to lips with its fragrant and soft petals. I continued tracing down her chin and throat and across the tops of her magnificent breasts. "You're teasing me, Lover," she whispered.
"I know...I've only just begun, Lady," I countered. I led her off toward the bathroom. I'd lit about a dozen candles, and placed them around the room at uneven intervals. The effect was very enticing. I stood behind her, and eased the jacket off her shoulders. As I worked on the buttons of her blouse, I kissed her neck, and nuzzled the silky-soft area where her neck met her shoulder. I eased the blouse off her supple form, and let it fall to the floor. My hands resumed their exploration of her body, my lips never leaving her neck. I found the hard little points capping her firm breasts, and teased them with my fingers. A throaty groan escaped her lips as I unfastened her silky bra, and slipped it off of her. It took every bit of my willpower not to rush things. Her hands fell into place on my hips, and started roaming on their own...soon finding the iron-hard bulge in the front of my jeans.
She shivered as she gripped me. I had her skirt unzipped, and eased it off her hips. My hands discovered that she'd left her panties at home that morning. I bent at the knees to help her step out of the skirt pooling on the floor. My lips caressed the small of her back, and the tops of her buttocks. I stood up, and helped her step into the steaming water of the tub. I stripped off as patiently as I could, and stepped into the tub behind her. We sat in the water, my hands kneading the scented water into her skin. The scent of the water filled the bathroom with a heady perfume. I gently washed every square inch of her luscious body, reveling in the satiny softness of her skin.
