Part 1: Epilogue
We have just arrived at our hotel room and a grueling 15-hour flight from New York. I open the blinds to have a better view of the city below us, while my wife fills the tub with warm water.
My company assigned me to meet a client of theirs and said that, after which, I can take the rest of the week off. My wife, Lana, immediately agreed to it. So, here we are - Los Angeles. What can be more wonderful than that? You asked. It turns out that the client decided to go to New York, instead. Since our flight was already booked, my boss (very generous man) allowed me to proceed with my vacation plans and didn't charge me for the ticket. Unbeknownst to me, he even paid to the hotel for the length of our stay.
We took a long bath together and she is telling me about the places that we should go. Lana, although born in Seattle, spend most of her childhood in LA. She moved to the East Coast for college and never went back. That is probably the reason why she is so excited. Both her parents have passed away and the only living relative that she has left is an aunt that lives in Florida.
I was born and grew up in Connecticut, went to college at the state university. I am now working as an IT manager in a prestigious investment management company in New York. I first met Lana during a merger negotiation meeting. She is one of the executive assistants working at the firm. We had lunch together. After little more than a year, we got married. Children are always part of the plan but there are certain goals we want to achieve first.
We got out of the tub a few minutes after room service brought us our dinner. We were so tired that after we finished our meals, we collapsed on the bed. We were fast asleep and never woke up until the sun shines on our eyes though the window. I would have kicked myself for opening the drapes in the first place.
I don't want to bore you with the details of our trip. To make the long story short, we enjoyed every moment in California. Since we have extra days, we even drove to San Francisco and spend a few days there. We saw everything that we needed to see and we did everything that we wanted to do. The incident that changed our lives occurred just a couple of days before we head back to New York.
We just came back from our stroll along Hollywood Boulevard. It is still early, but we decided to take it slow for the rest of our time in LA. It has been a stressful week. We hurried from one place to another, not wanting to miss anything CA has to offer. This is because we don't go for vacation often. Around this time, you will catch us lying on the bed watching shows on cable. At 9:00, we will venture out again for a nice dinner. I am about to strip down to my underwear when the front desk called. Apparently, there is a mail waiting for me. I informed Lana about the matter and that I will be back in a jiffy and with a bucket of ice and soda.
I arrived at the front desk and the concierge handed me the letter with the usual greetings that they do. It is not really a letter, but a greeting card. I tore open the envelope and inside I found a blank white card. I flip open the card and there is a note that said "Proceed to the Penthouse Suite..". Below the elegant handwriting are sets of red lips imprinted on the card. My heart started pumping and my body heats up.
I looked at the envelope and found my name written on it. I queried the front desk for the source of the card. He said it is from a pretty petite blond - Lana. "What is she up to?" I asked myself but getting excited by the minute. I decided against the soda, but instead proceeded to the nearest rest room to "freshen up". I look at myself in the mirror to make sure that there is nothing awry. I straighten my shirt, comb my hair, check my teeth, smell my breath, and wipe my sweaty palms dry.
After making sure that everything is perfect, I casually walk across the lobby to the nearest elevator and not to appear too wound up. The ride up lasted for just half a minute but it seems like hours. I fidgeted all the way up. I stepped out the elevator into the very elegant hallway of the penthouse. I felt like my heart is going to burst out of my chest by the force that it is pumping. I can feel the heat being radiated from my body. A thermometer would have registered at least 100 degrees. I took a very deep breath to calm myself down, but it didn't work. The scenarios of what would happen in the next couple to minutes starts racing through my mind.
I arrived at the door and attempted to knock, but the door is already opened. I peeked through the crack hoping to have a preview of the events to come. The room is dimly lit. I pushed at the door gently and open it a little more. I hear soft music playing and water filling up the tub. I let myself in, tiptoed through the den, and into the bedroom. The lights are off, but the candles that are scattered around the room provide some illumination. Not finding her there I decided to announce my presence, "Honey, I'm here. Where are you?" I waited for a few seconds. No answer.
Part 2: Lana's Surprise
Obviously, she wanted to me to find her. The next logical place to be is in the bathroom. So I proceeded. The bathroom lights are on, so I went inside. The water is indeed running and the curtains are drawn. I silently edge myself to the tub. Allowing myself a sheepish smile, I reached out to the curtains. I took another deep breath. Anxious to see my beloved's sparkling eyes, beautiful smile and naked body covered in suds. I slowly retracted the fabric to reveal the treasure hidden behind it. Nobody. I sighed. Partly of frustration, but mostly, because I need to exhale after holding my breath in anticipation of the sight that would I would behold. I let go of the curtain. Feeling defeated I slumped my shoulders, turn around to head back to the den.
Before I could complete my pirouette, I am dumbstruck as I gawked open-mouthed at the grinning goddess standing at the entrance to the bathroom. She is gorgeous. She has wavy blond hair, a cute nose and full luscious lips. She is wearing a sheer red lace teddy with no panties. By the time my eyes penetrated through the thin material and visualizing the wisps of hair that covers her pink pussy, my mouth is already salivating. Shamefully, I might even have drooled.
My eyes are drawn back to her face. She started speaking. I am so dazed and captured by her beauty that I didn't comprehend a word of what she has spoken. I am also entranced on how she caress the glass of red wine on her hand with her index finger. It took a few seconds before my consciousness recovered from the barrage of lustful thoughts that is induced by this lovely creature.
She asked with her sweet voice, "Did you find what you are looking for?" Finally able to clear my head, I panicked. "I'm so sorry.. I thought.. Oh, my..". I don't even recall what I said next. I don't know if those are even English words that I uttered. I was so embarrassed. I just realized that I am standing in the bathroom of a half naked lady, which is a total stranger to me. My face is bright red, she seems to be amused to see me babbling.
She rested the glass on a table and then approached me. She stopped my continuous senseless chattering by putting her perfectly manicured finger on my lips. She then put her soft hands on mine and led me out of the bath room to a butter-soft leather sofa. She sat me down and asks me what I wanted to drink. I was still so out of it that I didn't reply. All that I can do is stare at her. "Is scotch ok?" I just nodded me head. She walked to the bar to fix me my drink. Her ass is amazing. My eyes followed it as it sways from one side to the other.
After a while, I fully regained my senses and I stood up. She returned with the drinks. "Please sit down. I would like to talk to you." She said and handed me the glass of scotch. I tried to explain to her the events that led to this awkward situation. She just smiled and said. "I know. I am the one that sent you the letter." She then took a sip of her drink.
