Copyright 2001
{This story was somewhat difficult to write. There's a fine line between a secret admirer, and some very inappropriate ways of pursuing a woman. I aim to make this story the kind of romantic fantasy a woman would love to have happen}
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Friday
Debby looks down at the stack of mail on her desk. The usual stuff-invoices and checks, an office supply catalog, a few pieces of direct mail advertising, and something different. She sets aside the regular mail and focuses on the nice envelope with the wax seal. The paper is very attractive, obviously expensive, it's sage colored and has a cottony feel. Her name is on the front, hand-written in black ink, very neatly and with a precision that conveys intelligence. She slides her letter opener inside a seam and it slices through the paper. Inside she finds one page of stationary. She unfolds it and breathes a hint of cologne. She lifts the letter to her nose and smells a very masculine scent, spicy and aromatic. She envisions a man in a tuxedo with this scent, very classy. She's finds herself curious as she Focuses on the words:
Debra,
I have been admiring you for some time. I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. We have met before, but only briefly. Allow me a chance to win your affections. I would like to take you to dinner one week from today--the finest restaurant in town. I will suprise you with something nice each day next week leading up to Friday. I will give you instructions on when and where we will meet for dinner. My identity will be revealed then.
Warmly,
YSA
Deb chest heaves and a warmth fills her blushing chest. Her mind reels imagining all the possibilities. Who could this be? She thinks of a few men she finds attractive and smiles, pondering, hoping. She grabs her purse and finds a mirror, she powders her nose and admires her face. Romantic thoughts fill her mind as she sees herself in the company of a handsome man catering to her every need-- A man consumed by her beauty, and eager to please. Yeah, I am worthy of this she concludes. I wonder what he'll do next....
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Monday
Deb wheels her chair up to her desk and sets her purse underneath. The weekend was nice, but end of month bookwork needs completing, and people will want paychecks too, so it's back to work. Her thoughts of the Secret Admirer only crossed he mind occasionally over the weekend, but staring at the stack of unopened mail from the weekend she begins to wonder. she rifles through the stack of envelopes quickly....no.....nope.....nuthin.....Ah Ha!there's the sage colored stationary. She lifts the envelope to her nose and breathes in the masculine scent. Setting aside the rest of the mail, Deb slides a fingernail through the wax seal and the flap lifts nicely. Inside is the perfectly trifolded stationary.
It reads:
Hello Deb,
I am guessing it is Monday and you are just getting back to work. This puts us another day closer to our Friday rendezvous. I'm sure you have some shopping to do. Maybe you would like to have some new perfume to debut that night? Bloomingdales at the Mall of America has a gift certificate in your name waiting behind the Fragrance counter. Go pick out whatever you want.
I look forward smelling it on you Friday.
YSA
Deb folds the letter up neatly and returns it to the envelope. "What makes him so sure I'll show up?" she asks herself. But before putting it away, she closes her eyes and lifts it to her nose. She inhales deeply and imagines a man: handsome and sexy, dressed in a tuxedo, his eyes fixed on hers. They are seated in a padded booth built for two in an elegant restaurant. The room is lit by candles casting a soft glow. He reaches across the table and takes her hand and caresses it softly. His hands are soft, yet strong. She imagines his arms to be muscular and strong; she wonders how good it would feel to be inside them. He squeezes her hand and says she looks beautiful. She smiles and bashfully looks down. She looks up to see him still smiling and studying her face. The diamonds in her earrings beam light in all directions forming a frame around her face. When the waiter approaches and he slides to the center of the booth, you meet him there and review the wine list and appetizers together. You lean forward slightly allowing his arm to fall comfortably behind you. The waiter takes your order and promptly retreats to the kitchen. You turn to face your man with your lips only inches apart. You smell the cologne you have longed to attach to this man. Your lips meet in a soft kiss. You feel a surge of lust rise up inside you as you feel his hand drop to your knee. Your hand meets his and slides it up higher on your thigh.
"I want you" he whispers as you part your legs just slightly. He feels the top of your silk stockings and strums your garter belt.
"In time" you respond....
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Tuesday
Another day has arrived and the anticipation continues to build. Deb is constantly reminded by the scent of the new perfume picked out last night at the Mall--so much fun to be able to select 'whatever. The clerk behind the counter smiled knowingly, but wouldn't divulge anything about the man that left the credit at the counter. She attempted to pry it out of her, but in the end all she would say was that you were one lucky lady.
Deb opens the door to the office and marches inside. She feels an extra spring in her step today. She feels prettier than she did yesterday, and can't really explain why. Others around the office seem to pick up on it, and she notices the looks she gets from admiring men and women seem to be a little longer and more frequent than normal. She smiles inside, and slides into her chair. "What will he do today?" she wonders as she reaches for the mail. Close to the top of the stack she finds the letter. She tears it open and reads:
Little things throughout the day
Make me think of you and say
How lucky I am to have found
A woman fit to wear a crown
And so I know I owe to you
The chance to feel the way I do
Please enjoy the gifts you get today
This debt is one I must repay
YSA
Deb folds up the stationary, opens the front of her desk and unties the ribbon holding the other letters together. She sniffs the letter for the wonders the cologne holds, then adds it to the stack and reties the bow.
A few hours later a courier arrives at the office. He asks for "Debra". She waves him over and signs for the package. Inside the large box she finds: a brown wicker basket. It is wrapped in gold plastic and holds many items. She sorts through the small jars of bathing salts and lotions, boxes of soaps and creams, scented candles and long matches, Potpourri chips surround the items and fill the office with wonderful aromas of clove, cinnamon, and lemon. At the bottom of the basket she finds a gold box full of the unmistakable chocolates of Godiva....
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The steam rises warming the air and fogging the mirror. Deb pours the bathing salts into the water and inhales the soothing vapor. She places a CD in the player and fills the room with soft, relaxing music. She slides a long wooden matchstick from the decorative metal tube and strikes it against the side. Around the room and on the corners of the tub are positioned candles. She moves from wick to wick lighting them. With the atmosphere near perfect, she lets the white tericloth robe fall to the floor and turns off the water. She admires her female form in the foggy mirror. She's been blessed with a figure a Barbie doll would be proud to own, and she's done her best to care for her body. She tests the water with her fingers, then steps inside. She lays back in the hot bath and feels the tension leave her body. The moisturizers in the water softens her skin and makes it a pleasure to touch. "I don't blame him for wanting to touch this body" she concludes as her hands glide over her skin. She turns to notice the flicker of candlelite illuminating a cool glass of Chardonnay resting on the edge of the tub. She reaches for it and enjoys its combination of sweet and oaky flavors. Her hands travel down to her legs and she decides to shave. She reaches for the razor and cream. The steel blades glide across the surface of her skin crisply removing the stubble. Her legs feel so smooth it arouses her. She decides it is time to shave another area and guides the razor around her mound and over the sides of her fleshy lips. She sets the razor aside and rubs her fingers over her clit and closes her eyes. The image of her handsome and sexy secret admirer comes into view. Her free hand slides up her thigh, over her stomach and cups a breast. She begins to tease and tug a nipple imagining it is the hand of her romantic secret lover. She feels her insides stir. Her fingers begin moving faster as her clit hardens and swells. She feels her pussy fill with wetness, yearning to be filled. She slides her middle finger inside. She imagines her man naked on top of her, his cock deep inside. Frozen, hovering over her, she interlocks her fingers behind his strong neck. She lifts her lips to his and enjoys a soft fleshy kiss. She releases her grip and lets her hands slide down over his shoulders. Her fingers dance through the hair on his muscular chest, then continues down over the bumps of his tight and hard stomach. Her hands wrap around his back side grabs his hard cheeks and pulls him into her deeper. She thrusts up into him. She feels her clit contact his pelvic bone and she grinds against it. As if reading her mind, his thrusting picks back up and takes her to the top at the perfect pace. She feels his balls tighten and hears him groan as her own orgasm comes thundering through. She feels the jets of cum surge as her muscles spasm and her body convulses. She opens her eyes, looks around the room, and returns to reality. "Wow, that almost felt real, I gotta start taking more baths" she giggles reaching for her wine. Her body still shaking as She turns the water back and reheats the tub. A wide smile of satisfaction fills her face as she sighs. Then she remembers: "The chocolates!!" She lifts up and reaches over the edge of the tub and finds the gold box. She unwraps a nugget of pure heaven and take a bite. It melts in her mouth and transmits a message of joy to her brain. "This Secret Admirer stuff isn't half bad" she chuckles popping another chocolate into her mouth.
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Wednesday
Deb rolls into work with a smile on her face. She can't remember when she's slept better. Her first thoughts this morning when she opened her eyes were of what new surprises the day might bring. Her body still feeling refreshed and invigorated from last night's bath has her feeling younger and prettier than ever today. Everyone in the office seems to pick up on her vibe as faces turn and smile in her direction as she makes her way to the desk. She isn't seated but a few seconds when she looks down at the phone message in the middle of her desk; her hair dresser had called to confirm their appointment. "I didn't schedule an appointment with my hairdresser tonight" she whispers as she dials the number left on the note. Her hairdresser answers the phone. "Hi, this is Deb, I got your call about our appointment, but I think there has been a mistake, I'm not ready for another cut."
"I know" responded her hairdresser, " and he told me you'd call".
"Who told you I'd call?" Deb asks.
"Your Man friend" she replies " I didn't have an opening in my schedule, but when a guy tips like that, I do a little rearranging". " So be here at 5:30 tomorrow, and don't eat beforehand, he's sending over a variety of salads from the D'Amico deli down the road. And with the facial, manicure and hairstyling, you'll be here a while." "Quite a guy you've got there Deb,how long have you been hiding him from me? With treatment like this I'd keep him a secret too."
