She wanted it. She needed it. And badly too. Giselle had been working in Florida for six months in one of the top hospitals in Miami as an Italian and Spanish translator for patients. Originally from Boston, Giselle had left her family, friends, and boyfriend to pursue her career in international patient relations. She missed her boyfriend Damien badly. Especially the things he could do to her. He made her feel things no other man had ever made her feel. Giselle catches herself day dreaming about sex and becomes slightly wet between her legs. She looks at her computer screen and thinks - Oh god, It's only 1:30pm?! Get me the fuck out of here! - The rest of the day creeps by slowly, causing Giselle to be restless at her desk. When the clock finally strikes 5pm, she practically jumps out of the office and to her car. On the drive home, she begins thinking about Damien again...
When Giselle gets home, she drops her keys and purse at the front door. On the way to her room, she unbuttons her white blouse and lets it slide down her shoulders. She removes her black pumps and unzips her black pencil skirt, which falls in a heap at the foot of her bed. She stands in front of the mirror in the master bedroom wearing only a matching black lace bra and panties. She takes the clip out of her neatly pulled back hair and shakes her head, letting her long blonde curls fall down her back. She stares longingly at the empty bed, her smooth ass yearning for a spanking, her legs longing to be stroked, and her hair aching to be pulled. She turns away, disappointed that she's alone and makes dinner in only her under clothes.
Damien calls during dinner, but is too busy at work to really talk to her. He tells her how much he misses her and how he wishes he could come to see her for his birthday, but he's swamped with work. They both lead busy lives but they promise to Skype each other and have dinner "together" on his birthday, which is in only a few days.
That night, Giselle wakes with a start. It's the middle of the night but she is jerked awake by an idea. She had been having a dream about her and Damien, somehow magically being together for his twenty-fifth birthday. Lying awake, Giselle reaches for her computer and books a plane ticket to Boston for April 20th. I'll come up and surprise Damien - she thinks with a smile. Then the plan begins to form in her head. She decides to tell Damien to be on Skype at the time she would be arriving at his apartment door three days from now. She falls back asleep and back into the dream.
Three days later, Giselle is on the plane that is descending into Logan International Airport right on schedule. The plane lands and she quickly finds the nearest restroom and strips down. It is cool for April in Boston and Giselle has decided to show up at Damien's door wearing her signature thigh-high boots and a long black peacoat. And nothing else. She stuffs her clothes into her small overnight bag and leaves the airport. She hails and taxi and stops at a grocery store on the way. She buys a can of whipped cream, a bar of dark chocolate, strawberries, and a bottle of champagne. At the front door, she rings the bell to the top floor. Damien answers with a quick "Yeah?"
In the deepest voice she can muster up, Giselle answers, "I have a package for Damien Smith. It needs to be signed for. Can you come down to the entrance please?" The buzzer goes off and she enters the foyer. She shivers as she hears the door to his apartment open and his heavy footsteps on the stairs.
"Surprise!" she says when she sees Damien at the top of the staircase. His shocked eyes lock onto hers and then his facial expression changes to a look of raw passion and aggression.
