This was going to be a night to remember for sure. They had met on Labor Day for the first time. However since that time she hadn't stopped thinking of him. His dark hair, his brooding dark eyes and all of the secrets they held. She had worked so hard to draw out all of those hidden areas and help him to feel safe and happy once again.
She selected her outfit very carefully when she had gone shopping. Black very low cut dress, red lace see through panties, and a red lace see through bra, black stockings, and her final purchase black high heels with a diamond heart at both ankles. She had a gold and diamond necklace that would sit just between her 38DD cleavage.
As she dressed and bathed she ran over the plans in her mind. She was happy and excited yet nervous all at the same time. She wanted this to go off just right. All these months she had been holding back her real feelings and she didn't dare let them out. Blake had been so hurt before and she knew this was too soon to reveal her deep feelings for him, so she planned on making this a night he wouldn't forget. A night that would chip away at the walls that Blake had up, a night that would let him see that they had a future.
She had put the wine in the refrigerator as soon as she got home from shopping. She put in one of their favorite CD's. Thinking of all of the nights they had shared in the previous months. The endless conversations till dawn, the nights spent listening to music, talking, dancing in the living room till 4am. The endless nights of passion that had always followed. The lazy Sundays in bed she had come to enjoy in his arms. A smile came to her lips.
She thought about the night they finally had agreed to meet. They had been talking on the computer for months but had never agreed till Labor Day to meet. She thought of how she knew from the moment they started talking how it could be between them. The ease of the conversations they held, the way she felt safe to open up to this man. The endless hours they spent on the phone; till the sun nearly came up, were still never enough because as soon as soon as the sun was up she missed him immediately and couldn't wait to talk to him again. She thought about making love to him at Christmas in front of the Christmas tree. Thoughts were swirling in her mind as fast as she slipped the scissors through the last of the bright red shinny curling ribbon. She smiled pleased with herself.
As she stood up she moved toward the stairs a shiver ran down her spine. The night has almost started she thought as she went upstairs to get ready. She carefully showered. She had chosen Issey Miyake to wear tonight. She had bought some shower gel and the powder at the store when she was shopping earlier...she now bathed in the Issey Miyake. Under the water she drenched her ample cleavage in the wonderful scent. She lathered it as she closed her eyes and rubbed all over her stomach her tits, her hard nipples, the back of her neck, the bubbles cascading down her legs, between her thighs. She washed her belly and her freshly shaved pussy with the beautiful scent. She wanted to touch it so bad as she was standing there but she knew she couldn't she didn't have time. Fighting the urge to satisfy herself once before she left; she finished washing her hair and rinsed off and stepped from the shower.
Wrapped only in a towel she dried her long red hair. It had picked up beautiful copper lights from the sun when she went to Hawaii. It glimmered in the light of the bathroom. That combined with her blue eyes she always knew she made a nice appearance. She made sure her hair was perfectly curled and her make up was absolute perfection. As she stepped from the bathroom and headed toward the bedroom she could smell the scent from the shower gel and powder, now to finish it with the perfume. She dabbed the perfume on the back of her neck, her cleavage, her wrists, and on the pressure point right behind her knee. There she thought Issey Miyake always got compliments whenever she wore it.
She smoothed out the comforter the bed as she laid the gift on Blake's side of the bed, that was to be his final gift of the night when they came up to bed. She stepped into the scarlet red see through lace panties, slipped on the bra and surveyed herself in the mirror. She was still attractive at 42, time had done her well. She could feel her nipples harden, she lightly brushed her finger over one of them; her eyes closed and she felt the response between her legs. "Hmmmm" she softly moaned.
Opening her eyes again, she finished her hair and moved to the black dress. Slipped into it; glanced at the clock, good she still had time. Her long fingernails were scarlet red to match the bra and panties, as were her toe nails. One more soft spray of Issey Miyake and she was done.
She walked down the hall and down the steps. She had barely slipped into her new shoes when the doorbell rang. It was Blake. He was dressed in black slacks and a black on black shirt. He walked in with confidence yet a humbleness, gentleness and sensitivity not many men dared to show.
He bent down to kiss her. "Hello, gorgeous" he said "You look fabulous!"
" Thank You, likewise" she said softly.
"Let's have a glass of wine before we go tonight Blake" she said knowing they had another 10 minutes. "Will you pour please?" as she made an excuse to go towards the living room. She turned on the stereo to the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack one they both enjoyed.
"What is this?" he said "I thought we agreed No gifts!!"
"Well it is just a little something, I couldn't help myself." she said as she smiled and looked deeply into his eyes. She came up and kissed him deeply with their tongues dancing hungrily and eagerly.
"He handed her the wine glass and opened the obvious gift card."For you Blake, so that you may always have music to warm your soul and your evenings" Love, Christina" Oh baby, you are so sweet" he looked at her raised his glass and said "To a wonderful evening and a wonderful woman." They had just finished the glass of wine when the knock on the door sounded.
"Hummm, I wonder who that is, Blake dear will you get it?" knowing who it was she hurried to the kitchen to put the wine back into the refrigerator.
As he opened the door the driver said "Sir your car for the night is here." Blake clearly had a puzzled look on his face. He turned around and Christina was there.
"Would you help me with my wrap please." she said.
He knew then this had all been planned. "Christina...what? " he started to say but she stopped him immediately.
"Blake dear just enjoy the evening!" she said
When they walked out the door the limousine was there, they stepped inside. She had decided she wanted to first take a ride and see the Arch and have a glass of champagne. Then they had dinner reservations. The driver announced through a speaker system; "Sir there is special Champagne for you and your lady tonight in the refrigerator, please enjoy it. If there is anything I can do for you please don't hesitate to use the call button." with that they were alone once more.
"Christina you really shouldn't have!" he said
"But Blake dear I can do anything I want, agreed?" "Now lets not discuss this again and enjoy the night, please may I have some Champagne"
