Maddy was still in bed asleep, her hair an explosion of color on the pillow. The soft, cotton sheet had slid down to her waist, exposing her naked upper body. She lay on her side, breasts moving peacefully in and out. Her face looked serene.
Barrin felt the urge to jump back into bed and snuggle into Maddy's naked softness. No time for that unfortunately. The surge in his cock as he pulled up his zipper made him painfully aware there hadn't been much time for any of that in the last month. He and Maddy had been like two ships passing in the night. Their work and personal schedules had been so full that a sleepy kiss was all they could manage most of the time.
Finally things were slowing down. Barrin knew that tomorrow and Sunday were free for both of them. They'd been too busy to plan anything yet. He was thinking it would be nice to spend the weekend away from home — away from the phone, the chores, the inevitable interruptions — when he remembered a conversation he had with Maddy a couple of months ago.
In the afterglow of a particularly enjoyable lovemaking session, they had started talking about sexual fantasies. It wasn't the first time they'd touched on the topic, of course. But this time they shared a few more secret desires, amid some chuckles and raised eyebrows. Then Maddy started to share another one and stopped. It took him several minutes of persuasion to get it out of her. Finally, once Barrin had promised he wouldn't react negatively, she blurted out that she was turned on, occasionally, by the thought of making love with a total stranger. She immediately explained that she would never act upon it — she loved him and only him.
He was surprised by the revelation, but not offended. To be honest, he had entertained similar fantasies from time to time.
Barrin quickly gathered his things as an idea began to solidify in his mind. He hurried out the front door. It was getting late. He had to get to work and now he had some other interesting preparations to fit into the day.
* * * * * *
For Maddy, her Friday followed same old routine as any other weekday. Out of bed, shower, clothes on, a quick bite and then off to the office. The last few weeks had been a grind. She was relieved that it was the end of the week and that she had the weekend free for a change.
It was mid-afternoon when a workmate tracked her down in the supplies room.
"Maddy, Barrin's on line two for you."
"I'm busy for about ten minutes. Tell him I'll call him right back," she answered. She was glad he called. She wanted to do something special with him this weekend, but wasn't sure what yet. They could discuss it.
A few minutes later she dialed his work number. His cheerful voice came on the phone before the first ring ended. "Hi Sweet Buns!"
"Hi, lover," she said with a chuckle. "That's a dangerous thing to say without knowing for sure who you're talking to. I doubt your clients would like it as much as me."
Barrin laughed. "Well, I just had this premonition it was you. I've been thinking about you all day."
"Really? You've been on my mind too," confirmed Maddy, her spirits rising.
"Listen, I just wanted to tell you that I won't see you after work. I . . ."
"What?" Maddy exploded, her spirits plummeting.
"No listen!" Barrin insisted. "I have a plan. You'll like this. You've always wanted to make love to a total stranger and I've found the perfect candidate for you."
"What!! . . . I don't . . . "
"Wait Maddy! Let me explain before you say anything," Barrin broke in forcefully. "I want you to go home after work and relax. You'll find a new bottle of bath oil on the bathroom counter. Have a nice, long, hot bath. Once you're done, indulge yourself with a little extra moisturizer and fragrance, so that every inch of your skin feels and smells wonderful. Pamper your body. Pack a small overnight bag. Just the bare necessities. Have a bite to eat if you want. Wear something that makes you feel sexy. Then at exactly seven o'clock I want you to walk into the lobby of the Delta Hotel. They'll have a key waiting for you, for room 604, the honeymoon suite. Go to the suite, then go to the bedroom and get undressed. Are you with me so far?"
Maddie didn't reply for a few seconds. Then said, "You're crazy!"
"On the bed you'll find a blindfold. Once you're completely naked, put it on nice and tight. Then I want you to lie down on the bed and wait," continued Barrin.
Maddy's face flushed. She wanted to tell him he was out of his mind, but he definitely had her attention. Her imagination had already gone to work. She felt that familiar, subtle wave of arousal sweep through her. What he was asking her to do was fascinating enough to hear more.
"Go on," she finally uttered.
"You'll hear the door open. The stranger in your fantasy will come in and make love to you while you're blindfolded. He won't say a thing, not even a word, so that all of your senses will be tuned completely onto what's going on inside you. I guarantee your gorgeous body will have one of it's greatest explosions ever!"
"But it'll really be you, right?" Maddy said quickly.
"You'll have to trust me completely, Sweet Buns. I would never do anything to hurt or offend you," he replied vaguely.
Maddy's heart rate had accelerated. The idea of actually having sex with a stranger was outrageous, totally insane — but the picture Barrin had painted for her was definitely intriguing. Plus she knew he was just trying to trick her into thinking it would be someone she didn't know. Of course it would be him! Could she really do it, not knowing for sure? Still, even if she was certain it was him, she could imagine it wasn't and sort of live her fantasy that way. It could be a lot of fun. Hell, it was better than anything she'd thought of doing this weekend. In spite of her nervousness, it didn't take long for Barrin to convince her. Before saying yes, she asked him to repeat the instructions again.
"Okay... I'll do it," she finally committed, heart in her throat.
"Excellent Babe! I'm excited for you. Love you!"
She listened to the dial tone for a few seconds before putting the phone down.
* * * * * *
"Boy, are you ever blushing," Her co-worker joked when Maddy returned to the front. "What did Barrin say to you?"
"Oh . . . he was just telling me how much he loves me," she fibbed, blushing deeper, thinking that her friend somehow knew what they discussed.
"Aww... how sweet!"
Yeah, how sweet,
Maddy thought.
My boyfriend wants me to have sex with a stranger!
The rest of her work day was completely unproductive. Time seemed to slow down. Her computer screen made no sense. Her body parts seemed to be moving too fast. She felt jittery, out of synch. She kept going over Barrin's instructions in her mind, filled with 'what if' thoughts. The drive home was an adventure in nervousness.
Once safely in the door, she headed straight for the bathroom. Was it there? Yes it was. Barrin really was crazy! A new bottle of bath oil was resting on a fresh towel beside the bathtub. Excitement filled her. She was delighted by the gift. She quickly filled the tub and shucked her clothes. She added a double portion of scented oil to the steaming water. It smelled beautiful. She wanted to absorb the fragrance, make it part of her skin.
Gingerly, she eased her body into the hot water, but found it impossible to relax as Barrin had suggested. Her heart wouldn't stop racing. She was unable to lie still. Instead, Maddy busied herself with a facecloth, washing every nook and cranny of her body, cleaning away the day's fatigue, rubbing the sweet smelling fragrance into her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her buttocks, her nether regions, softening each part of her.
Once out of the bath, the rest of her preparations — moisturizer, perfume strategically applied, hair touched up, make-up done, overnight bag prepped — went much too fast. Even choosing what to wear took a fraction of the usual time, because she knew her clothes would be coming right off again anyway. She skipped the snack. She was too nervous and too turned on to think about food. By six o'clock she was completely ready to go and pacing in the living room. She had long given up the idea of keeping her panties dry.
* * * * * *
The drive to the hotel was like a dream. She walked into the plush lobby at the stroke of seven. She was sure everyone was looking at her. Her face felt hot. She willed her feet to carry her to the reception desk. Nervously, she told the clerk her name and he quickly produced a key. There was a big smile on his face.
He must know all about this,
she thought, completely embarrassed. But there was no turning back now.
She found the elevators. Thankfully, one of them opened the instant she pressed the 'up' button. She was relieved that no one entered with her.
I can't believe I'm doing this,
she thought as the doors closed and the elevator began to rise. She moaned and ground her ass against the elevator wall. Her body was alive with anticipation.
Then she was there. Room 604. Her hands shook as she unlocked and opened the large oak door. The suite was beautiful. Very ornate. Rich colors. Victorian in style. After closing the door behind her, she paused briefly to take in her surroundings. Very warm and comfortable.
I like it,
she decided.
The bedroom door was standing ajar. There was a light on inside. Her heart leapt as she looked through the opening. Lying on the edge of the king-sized bed, with its beautiful linens, was an unusual-looking blindfold.
It's really happening,
she thought,
this isn't a dream!
And beside the blindfold was a piece of paper. A note!
Maddy put down her bag and quickly scooped it up. The handwriting was stylish and unfamiliar. It read: "Champagne for a gorgeous lady! Your picture is stunning! I feel extremely lucky to have the opportunity to make love to such a beautiful woman. Allow me to fulfill your wildest fantasy! A toast to our rendezvous!"
The romantic tone of the note was nice. And the flattery. Very nice! Champagne? She looked up. On the night table beside the bed was an ice bucket, holding a bottle of Moet & Chandon. Beside the bucket was a single champagne flute.
Picture? Did he say picture? Maddy's mind whirled. Her body rippled with nervous excitement.
Nice touch,
she thought. Whatever Barrin was up to he was doing a good job of trying to convince her that he'd actually found a stranger to make love to her. Yet she didn't think he'd let some guy she didn't even know see her naked, let alone fuck her. Or would he?
