This story was inspired by someone out there, someone I never expected, yet enjoy every time I hear from them. They know who they are. Parades are fun.
~SK
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I'm standing on a busy street in a city I've never been to before. Heart pounding, nerves racing, I raise my phone up and snap a picture.
Assessing the photo, I confirm my hair and makeup look good and my royal blue sundress hugs in all the right places. I hope my excited nervousness isn't too obvious in the photo, but it's already been so much fun being the keeper of this secret, I bet sharing it will be so much better.
I check the photo, make sure the building in the background is clearly visible, and send it in our chat app.
The bubbles pop up, Daddy is writing his reply almost instantly. It's cute, knowing he watches for my messages just as much as I watch for his.
'So sexy. That colour is absolutely perfect on you.'
He's right. A strawberry blonde looks amazing in jewel tones, and this dress makes my hair glow and my eyes pop. I'm surprised he didn't notice the sexy cleavage first, but his typing bubbles haven't stopped.
'Have I mentioned your breasts look perfect too?'
There it is, I smile to myself. To be fair, this dress checks all the boxes I want for the attention I need. It's my absolute favourite, a snug sleeveless fit with a deep v-neck that flares out into a knee length skirt that swirls just so slightly when I walk. My baby pink toenail polish shimmers up at me from my favourite peep toe heels, and I smooth my dress down as a young man walks past me on the road, the appreciation in his eyes making me feel younger than I am.
My phone buzzes again. It's our chat app.
'Wait a fucking minute.'
I break out in a huge grin, I've been waiting to see this reaction.
The bubbles seem like they're taking forever, even though I know his typing on the other end is anything but slow.
'You're HERE?!?!?'
I reply with the 2nd photo that was already saved in my phone, the one I took without any visible background. It's just my face and neck, with one hand lazily trailing down between my breasts. My Morse code bracelet is turned towards the camera, and written in eyeliner just beneath the beads that spell our secret message is a short word and 3 numbers: Room 315.
I quickly head back inside the hotel, feeling like I'm racing him, even though I know I have a considerable head start. My phone buzzes repeatedly, and I can see on my smartwatch that he's sending question after question. Why didn't I say something? Am I really here? Do I know how fucking sexy I look wearing that bracelet?
I know better than to reply. The photo said everything he needed to know, now all I have to do is wait. My timing is just about perfect. I have just enough time to enjoy a small glass of wine to try to calm my nerves, then I wash off the room number and do one last check of my hair and makeup. I hope I got the timing right and I won't have to wait long for him to complete the end of his work day (if he even bothered) and travel the 4 blocks to me.
I hear a soft knock on the hotel room door. Here we go... my heart is pounding, this has been what I've been waiting for all day, through the early morning airport stress and navigating a city I've never been in before. I tiptoe to the door but hesitate, saying a silent prayer that this is all worth it, that he will like the real me as much as the digital version, and check the peephole to be sure it's him. It is alright, he's standing there glancing around as if he's expecting someone to jump out and tell him this is all a joke.
I turn the handle and open the heavy door. For the first time, our eyes are locked on one another. In person. My voice catches, he's so damn good looking, even more so now that he's right in front of me. His eyes, they've made me weak since the first photo he's ever sent me. I'm lost in them for a split second, before I remember where I am and manage a low toned "hey, you."
It's like a firework show explodes between us. In one step, he's walked through the door to the room, and I'm stepping back so he doesn't run me over, but he anticipates that move and grabs my waist, pulling me up and into his arms. With one foot, he makes sure the door to the room is firmly closed behind him, and while one hand is already tangled in my hair, his grip on my waist tightens as he pulls me close and kisses me, fierce and deep. It's the kind of kiss every first meeting should have. I can feel his beard tickling my nose and cheeks, but only barely.
The kiss makes the room spin but also time stands still. I'm not even aware he's lifted me up and back into the room until I feel the edge of the king size bed bump against the back of my legs. He lifted me out of my shoes, they're across the room where we started. I lean back and lay across the bed, bringing him on top of me, and we continue making out that way, pressed into one another like we are snuggling on a too small couch instead of one of the softest beds in the most beautiful hotel in Toronto.
Something in my brain goes off, remembering my plan. The playlist I made for us is working it's way through some of the best sexy songs of all time in the background, and I want nothing more than to stand up and slowly strip in front of him. Breaking our kiss, I lean back and look into his eyes. "Surprise, Daddy." I whisper. A deep look of intense ownership crosses his face. I continue nervously: "I have a plan, I'm going to..."
"Oh no, you're not."
He interrupts me with a growl. "I don't know what it is, and I'm sure knowing you it's delicious and sexy and will drive me absolutely crazy, but this is my city. You showed up here...."
His lips dart back down to my neck, kissing and licking up to my jawline.
