"Do you want an experience?" That was all the message read, and she had replied "Yes".
She checked herself in the mirror one last time, making sure her makeup was just right. She had to chuckle to herself. It wasn't the makeup he was going to be interested in. She popped into the bathroom one last time. Didn't want to pee in the middle of it, what ever "it" was.
The drive to the economy hotel was short but to Sami it seemed forever. Scenarios of what could happen surrounded her, her quick mind leaping from one possibility to another.
She had contacted Chase only because she was in charge of their high school reunion. 25 years! Those years had changed her so much. Sounds like it had changed him too.
They had emailed back and forth for a couple years, even talking on the phone. The more they talked, the more alike they seemed. Their conversations became less guarded, more open and honest. Some of it was down right revealing, revealing even about her self.
"Do you want an experience?" She had said yes, but Sami wished she had taken more time as he started fleshing out his idea. It came down to the question: Did she trust him? She guessed she did, to the extent that you trust anyone you kind of know, but what she was doing was a far leap from that type of trust.
Chase knew she was flying in to their old home area for a week during the holidays. He told her that if she trusted him, and if she wanted an experience, she was to agree to do what ever he said for one night.
She had said yes, but had come close to turning it down or cancelling later, finding excuses. The thoughts of what the night might turn into played through her mind for the week prior to the trip. Maybe he was just having some fun and had only planned dinner and a few drinks while catching up on old times.
On the other hand, he could be the kind of person you only heard about on the news, pent up hostilities, teenage angst suppressed for too long. No, he sounded well balanced, quick with a joke, and besides, for some strange reason, she did trust him.
Most likely, he was just looking to get in her pants. She smiled. That wouldn't be so bad either. It had been a while since she had felt her libido engaging, and for this situation, it seemed kicked in to overdrive.
She pulled into the hotel and found a parking space. She sat in the car, her cell phone in her hand, tempted to call him even then and cancel. He had said she could cancel at any time, no hard feelings, and that he would understand.
No damn it. She was here, and how often do you take wild chances like this.
She got out of the car, walking with a purposeful stride, until she got to the door of the hotel. Her self confidence faltered as she looked at the old man behind the counter. The old man looked up and she thought about what he must be seeing.
Not knowing what to expect, she had dressed sexily, but just conservative enough to still be able to go to a nice restaurant. Now here she was in a low cut dress, asking for a key to some mans hotel room. "God, he must think I am a call girl." She thought. "Well, its not like I am ever going to see this old man again, and if I am going to be a call girl, I am going to play the part."
Sami swayed her hips as she glided up to the counter. "Hi there," she purred, "You should have a key back there with my name on it, sweetie." Where had that southern accent come from, she wondered.
The old man turned and looked over the rack of key cards. "Would you be Sami?" He asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"Yes, that's me, darlin." She said as she leaned forward to look at the keys with him. She knew he was getting an eye full of her D cups. They were held up by the high counter, and as she leaned forward, her low cut dress opened even more, showing the blue lace bra she was wearing.
The old man, Roy by his name tag, reached for the key, missing on the first grasp because of his attention on the bountiful display in front of him. As he handed the key to Sami, his eyes finally raised to meet hers. A smile deepened the crinkles at the corner of his eyes.
"Here you go Miss." He said while holding the key to her.
"Thank you hun" Sami said as she took the key, letting her fingers linger for a split second as they touched his hand.
With a smile, she turned and sauntered to the elevator, feeling his eyes on her ass the whole way.
As the elevator closed she leaned her head back against the wall, laughing to herself. "WOW. That was wild." She thought. "I have never acted that way. It will be a wild night if I stay in this mood."
As the elevator dinged and the doors started to open, she straightened up. Checking the mirror, nodding to herself that she liked what she saw, and exited the elevator.
What was she going to find as she opened the door. Will Chase be sitting with a beer watching a football game while he waited for her? No, she didn't think so.
Would she find him naked, spread eagle on the bed. No, he seemed to have too much class to be that crass.
Taking the deep breath, she inserted the key and let herself in.
The room was lit only by a single lamp, the scarf draped across it giving a low light of burgundy.
Jazz could be heard playing lightly. The bed was turned back, a fine silk kimono folded neatly, with a note folded on top of it.
"You are always up and running, doing for others. Tonight is about you. Your bath is drawn and waiting. You have an entire hour to spend. Enjoy and see you soon. Chase."
Sami peeked into the bath, foam bubbled high, the smell of lavender in the air. The room was light with candles placed around the large tub. She chuckled. "Don't think we are going out to eat tonight."
She took the kimono and entered the candle light room. Closing the door, her hand paused at the lock. "What the hell." She thought and opened the door slightly.
Stripping off her clothes, she stepped into the deliciously hot bath, slowly sinking down with a sigh of contentment. On the floor next to the bath sat a bottle of wine in a chiller, to the right, a glass of wine was poured and waiting.
Sami laid back languidly, a soapy hand reaching for the wine.
Once again, Sami wondered just how she had gotten herself into this crazy situation. Things like this only seemed to happen to her. She never heard her girlfriends talking about these types of situations. But then again, this wasn't the kind of situation that came up while chatting at the water cooler.
The wine was hitting the spot, relaxing but not making her tired. She laid her head back against the bath.
The hour swept by faster than she expected and soon Sami was up and drying herself, putting on the kimono over her light blue lingerie. The music had stopped sometime unnoticed.
As she entered the still empty bedroom, she saw a new note on the bed.
"You relaxed I hope" it read; "Now we see if you really trust me. Here are the rules to the game.
You will lie back in the middle of the bed. You will use the MP3 player and ear buds, turning the music low. You will cover your eyes with the blindfold You will hold on to the scarves hanging from the head board. To stop at any time all you have to do is remove the blindfold, let go of the scarves, or just ask me to. I hope you enjoy your experience. This is just a gift from one friend to another.
Taking a deep breath, then the last gulp of wine, she lied back on the bed, turned on the music, laid the light silk blindfold across her eyes, and wrapped her hands in the scarf. Thoughts ran through her mind. "What a picture I must present. The kimono is so short I am sure I am almost on display. Was that the door?" Her ears struggled to capture the sound over the music.
A slight breeze ran across the bare skin of her legs. Her skin tightened in anticipation, her breath caught in her chest. She laid waiting, expecting but not knowing what to expect. A heartbeat, two, and then she exhaled. It must have been her imagination.
She listened to the song. What else was there to do? The driving beat, the heavy chords, seemed to pull her into the music. The longer she listened, the deeper she was immersed in the sounds, almost awash in music. Each beat mirrored with a beat of Sami's own heart, slow, steady.
A breeze ran across her foot. At least she thought it was a breeze. If not, then the lightest touch she had ever felt. Her breathing quickened, her grasp on the scarves tightening, a shiver running across her skin. Slowly the light touch ran up the outside of her leg, along her hip, and disappeared.
She searched all her senses to ensure herself that she had actually felt it. Her ears strained, her nostrils flared. Her skin prickled.
