6:59 AM on a Sunday morning.
Elisa giggled as she curled up under the plush comforter, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling. This was the first Valentine's Day in twenty-nine years that she was spending it with someone whom she really loved. It was Robby Jennings. Her college sweetheart. They parted company when both were in their junior year, citing different goals, dreams, and the usual difference in ideals when you are learning about yourself. But she never forgot him. She grinned as she remembered the Cupid has always worked in the most strangest of ways. The course of true love never did run entirely smoothly.
And then, last year, the day after Valentine's Day, she got that memorable phone call. He missed her and wondered how she was. Had she married? Had she had any children? The answers were all too quick no's. They continued to talk, finding out things they always knew but never admitted to. How she had always loved him, and he, her. How they wanted to be together but the moment was never right. But how soon, that would change.. if it was just given time.
They had talked and remained close for that full year, speaking by E-mail and telephone. Different states, never the chance to get together. Until Valentine's Day. One dozen lilacs sent to her workplace, with a card that read "The Vineyards, February 14th until forever. You, Me, and Cupid's Arrow. Love, R."
She called him excitedly, they agreed to the meeting and it was finally here. That sigh parted her lips as she smiled and whispered "Alright girl, time to get up!".
Elisa was an attractive woman, by all means. Perhaps a bit on the larger side, it always added to her beauty, never taking away. She stood about 5'7 and her weight constantly maintained at 150, regardless of what she did. Her flaming Red hair fell in long curls against a slender back and framed a beautifully sculpted face. The thin brow, Almond shaped Green eyes with the gold flecks, and tiny nose were presented by high cheekbones and impossibly full lips. Her skin the colour of milk and the texture.. like a rose petal.
Her body was toned in some areas, and imperfect in others. Breasts that pushed upwards, not yet succumbing to the gravity of time were crowned with the most delectable nipples. A deep rose, that crinkled when she was aroused and pushed them out. Her waist that slimmed down to full hips. She had the tiniest hint of a stomach and a round backside that ended in toned thighs and legs. And adorable feet.
Robby loved her feet.
So as fingertips began undoing that night shirt, Elisa hummed softly and began to run the shower. She didn't hear the knock on the front door, or when it opened. Opening the shower door, she stepped in and sighed as the hot water struck the bare skin of her breasts, and settled in for the relaxing beatings of the droplets, unaware of the figure behind her.
It happened quickly. A man, naked, strong, grabbing her by the back of the neck so she couldn't turn. Her eyes wide, horrified, her mouth opening to scream and ears listening to the sadistic sounding chuckle, so masculine.
"Hello Angel.."
She knew that voice..
