It had been quite a complicated endeavour, but if I could pull this off, I would give Steve the surprise of his life. I had arranged with the tour guide, through playing on his love of romance as well as his love of cold hard cash, to be waiting alone, already in the capsule, for Steve to board the London Eye. The guide, Nigel, would separate Steve from his group and lead him to the private Cupid's Capsule, where I would be waiting for him with champagne and chocolate truffles, dressed in a long coat and not much else.
My heart was beating fast as I heard the group approach. I was excited but also nervous. I hoped he wouldn't think I was too crazy for orchestrating this elaborate scheme to get him alone. I took a deep breath and willed myself to relax. After all, my crazy, naughty tendencies are what attracted him to me in the first place. He surely should be accustomed to them by now. I heard Nigel say, "Mr. Collins, step right through here, please. The rest of your party will meet you in 30 minutes."
The capsule lights were turned off, the only illumination coming from the lights of the London streets below. I could see Steve trying to adjust to the dim surroundings, and then he suddenly stopped in his tracks. As I approached him, a smile spread across his face. I was in his arms within seconds, his lips on mine, his hands in my hair. "What is he doing here?" he asked.
"Surprise," I whispered, a little sheepishly. To my relief, he started to laugh.
"Actually, I shouldn't be, should I?" he asked.
"Maybe not," I answered, before taking his mouth in mine again. It had been months since we'd last seen each other, and our hunger had only grown stronger. Our kisses grew more heated, our tongues dancing and tasting, wanting more. Steve untied my coat and eased it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He made a noise of appreciation as his eyes traveled over my white lace teddy and sheer lace-topped stockings. My heels made my legs look longer than they were, and I knew he liked the way I looked in them. My hands were on his chest, fumbling at the buttons to free him from his shirt. As he took over that task, I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down, eager to get access to him. He kicked off his shoes and let his pants fall to the floor, stepping out of them. Then he pulled me to him, holding me close. We hugged and kissed, his hands cupping my ass cheeks, pressing me against his hard erection. The fingers of one hand dipped under the lace edge of the teddy, finding me wet and ready for him. He teased me gently, lightly rubbing my clit between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned into his mouth. He knew just how to touch me, knew how my body would react.