Baron – this one is for you My Lover. If only I could make all your dreams come true. Love Sao xx
Isobel had been planning this afternoon for the past few weeks, and wanted everything to be perfect. It was a year to the day that herself and Peter had first got together, when they had both realised that the online friendship they had shared for the previous few months had become something more. He had said something that he was afraid had offended her and sent flowers to her office the next morning. For both of them it had become a watershed and they had quickly come to a place where they could no longer deny how they felt.
She smiled to herself as she got out of the shower, remembering how cautious they both were and yet how alive this new relationship had made them both feel. They had come a long way from those days of being an online couple. They now spoke several times a day on the phone and met as often as they could, grabbing a few precious hours together where they could relax and indulge themselves in the love making they so passionately indulged themselves in online.
So, here it was a year later, and Isobel was determined to make the day as special as she could for him. She had arranged for him to meet her for the afternoon in the penthouse suite of the new hotel in town, overlooking the bay. She had spent the morning in the hotel's beauty and hairdressing salons and she now stood naked in front of the mirror appraising herself. Her normally pale skin was tanned lightly, her nails manicured and polished, her wavy hair dried straight the way he liked it, her breasts were full yet firm and her pussy bare, waxed smooth and soft.
Softly humming to herself she rubbed Ralph Lauren Romance body oil over her body, her fingers lingering over her breasts and pussy as she anticipated his mouth and fingers caressing her. Glancing at the clock she knew he would have left the office and would be on his way to her. She slipped into the outfit she had bought specially for today, and then slipped a long black silk robe over it to cover the surprise. A final squirt of Romance perfume and she was ready.
As if right on cue, she could hear Peter's key in the door. A last glance in the mirror and an adjustment of the robe, Isobel smiled broadly as the door opened, and Peter came in, his arms full of freesias and clutching a bottle of champagne. "Happy Anniversary Sweetheart" he beamed as he handed her the flowers, kissing her softly and as usual admiring how she looked and smelt. Putting the flowers aside she moulded herself into his open arms and they held each other closely. Knowing that if they stayed like that much longer they would end up devouring each other right away and ruin her surprise, Isobel pulled away gently and suggested that he open the champagne.
Peter threw his jacket over the back of a chair, took off his tie, loosened his shirt collar and wandered over beside her to look out at the magnificent view from the window. Popping open the bottle of champagne and pouring a glass for each of them, he stood behind Isobel, his arms around her, kissing the top of her head, murmuring into her ear and nibbling on the nape of her neck. She leaned back into him not speaking, not wanting to break the moment, her eyes closed, a happy contented look on her face. "Here's to us my Darling, and to many more years of togetherness" he whispered into her hair, as they both relished the shared memories.
A soft knock on the door disturbed them as the bell boy entered with the lunch she had ordered earlier. They chatted easily as they ate lunch, she had ordered light salads for both of them, hers with chicken and his with fish. They both always enjoyed the build up over lunch, the teasing, the eye contact, the knowledge that they were both hungry for each other and knowing that the afternoon was theirs to indulge in each others bodies.
As Isobel crossed her legs at the table, her robe fell open to reveal a pair of black high heeled shoes and black thigh high, lace top stockings. "God, you have gorgeous legs" Peter sighed, watching her as she seductively crossed and then uncrossed her legs, enjoying his reaction. Peter felt his cock react instantly as he once again fell under her spell. In the meantime Isobel stood up from the table and let her robe slip to the floor. As Peter poured more champagne he glanced up at her and gasped. "Oh my God Isobel" was all he could muster... "Oh my God!"
She stood in front of him wearing a black pvc laced up corset, her nipples protruding through the cups, a black crotchless pvc thong, a black pvc suspender belt with black stockings and high heeled black shoes. Her demeanour changed as suddenly as she had dropped her robe. No longer the loving, playful sex kitten, she had become a tiger in full control, her eyes flashing, her stance confident and sexy. For this afternoon she was living one of his fantasies for him and had become his Domme.
Isobel moved to the bed and sat on the edge legs crossed, and smiled at him sexily. "Stand up Peter" she commanded, watching him as he got to his feet, "now, strip!! I want you naked. I want to see how much you want me." Peter eagerly undid his shoe laces and kicked his shoes off, pulling his socks off as he did so. He fumbled with his belt and zip on his pants but soon they were on the floor too. Eager to be naked for her he pulled his shirt over his head and finally pulled his black silk boxers down over his now throbbing erection, watching as threads of pre-cum clung to the material.