It was unseasonably warm for February as I walked out of the door of my office building after what seemed like a very long day. It was just after five and the parking lot was already empty. I climbed into my Hyundai and headed for home. Today was Valentine's day and I was ready to celebrate it with my wife, Sara. We had been married for almost a year now and this would be our first Valentines day as husband and wife.
I spent most of the ride home daydreaming about tonight and trying to figure out what the surprise Sara said she had planned for me was. She had told me that she had made all the arrangements for tonight, all I had to do was be there. I did not think she could have anything to wild planned as she was very shy. Even after the time she and I have been married she still would not walk around the house naked, she still wears pajamas to sleep in.
I pulled up the driveway of our small two bedroom house and parked the car in front of the garage, since Sara had told me that she wanted me to drive. I let myself in and announced. "Honey, I'm home." I heard her respond from the spare bedroom, "I'm in here, go ahead and get cleaned up and changed, I'll be out in a little while."
I headed for our bedroom and found my dress clothes laid out on our bed, and the dozen roses I had sent to her at work sitting on the dresser. I quickly striped and jumped in the shower. After a quick shower I was dressed and walking out of our bedroom, to find the door to the spare bedroom still closed. I tapped on the door and asked if she was alright, and she replied, "I'm fine, I'll be out in just a few minutes." I told her ok and sat down in the living room, flipped on the TV and surfed the channels.
After about ten minutes I heard the door to the spare bedroom swing open and the sound of high heels on the wood floor of the hallway. Sara rounded the corner into the living room and announced, "I'm ready." My God was she. She was wearing a long red dress that stopped at her ankles. The dress tied at the back of her neck with thin straps that widened as they came down to her breasts, the rest of it was tight fitting showing off every curve of her body. Her breasts are not very large, but they are round and firm and with the cut of the dress her cleavage was very nice. She had also let down her red, shoulder length hair which now framed her face. She had barely put on any make-up, which was fine with me since I have always thought that she was more beautiful without it.
The red of the dress and her hair along with the creamy white of her skin set her green eyes off, making them shine like emeralds. I stood up and just looked at her. I was pleasantly surprised by this change in her style and told her so. She smiled and spun around while asking me, "You like it?" To which I told her I did. As she spun around I noticed that there was a slit down the left side of the dress that ran from the bottom up to her waist and the back was open, revealing the smooth skin of her back. As she spun around the slit opened a little and I thought that I had seen bare skin all the way up to her waist. I told myself that couldn't be, she would never go out without panties on.
After she finished her show she grabbed my hand and led me towards the front door. "Time to go, or we will be late." I closed the front door behind me, walked to the passenger side, opened the car door and held it for her. As she sat down in the car she leaned forward just enough for me to get a good look down the front of her dress and at her breasts. I gently closed the door, rounded the car and climbed in.
As we backed out of the driveway she gave me directions to the restaurant that she had picked. It was a small, romantic place that was about five miles outside of town, but believe me the food and the atmosphere make it worth the trip. We headed off. The drive took about twenty minutes, ten of which were just getting out of the city limits. I was glad that she had made reservations when we pulled up in the parking lot and found it full. The only place to park was in a not so well lit corner near the street. I got out and hurried around the car so that I could get her door for her.
She grabbed my hand as we started to walk towards the building. When we walked in Sara spoke to the hostess, telling her who we were, and we were taken to our table. As we walked through the restaurant I noticed that Sara was getting more than a few glances from some of the male customers but she took no notice of it. She was dressed for me and what everyone else thought didn't matter to her.
We were seated in an corner booth out of the way, which was perfect. Because of the curve of the booth Sara sat right next to me, which was fine by me. We started out with a glass of wine and before I knew it our food was brought out. It seems she had already placed our order when she made the reservations. We made small talk, mostly about our day, while we ate but I could not help but be hypnotized by those emerald eyes of hers and the curve of the dress on her sexy figure.