It promised to be an interesting evening. So many preparations, so much anticipation, and very few inhibitions had come together for what did promise to be a very interesting evening, indeed.
The weather forecast had temperatures plummeting with cold winds moving in during the evening, and storms overnight. It definitely felt like winter when she arrived an hour ago. The chill had wrapped itself around her legs, uncovered below the black leather skirt she wore, and permeated her leather jacket and the silk blouse beneath. She really must remember, she thought, leather is not ideal for cold weather. Although, the chill created some interesting protrusions in her blouse that immediately caught the attention of the clerk when she checked in.
The poor clerk behind the registration desk had a hard time finding the reservation and looking at her at the same time. Of course she hadn't helped him any, when she leaned over the desk, her white silk unbuttoned to the point directly between her full breasts, revealing enough but not too much. She reveled in the attention.
With her key in hand, she looked straight into his eyes, lightly tracing her red nails into the folds of silk. "Thank you," she purred. "Other than my companion, who will be arriving this evening, I expect to be left alone and undisturbed. No calls, no visitors. Understood?" As he nodded his understanding, she turned and left.
She needed no direction to her cabin, but knew exactly where she was going. Nothing was going to be left to chance this weekend. She had visited more than a few areas, and checked out every cabin available. This one was perfect, and she knew it when she first saw it. Secluded, with a rough natural look in its setting of thick trees, it was just what she had been searching for, she was reminded as she pulled to the front steps. She carried boxes of groceries, luggage, and a few other things she brought for the weekend, to the front door. She stopped there for a moment to close her eyes and enjoy the sounds of the surrounding trees creaking in the winds and the rustling of the fallen leaves on the ground. Finally, the cold rushing through her, she turned her key in the lock to open the heavy oak door. The wonderful aroma of the pine floor mixed with the smokey whisper from the stone fireplace and the rich scent of the leather furnishings enveloped her as she walked in.
For a moment, she allowed herself to drown in her surroundings and in her thoughts.
This encounter, this tryst, had a rather strange beginning. They were two people who had never met in real life, never shared a glance, never been in the same place at the same time, and yet had developed a bond that defied logical explanation. But what had logic and feelings to do with one another?
Their relationship wasn't the only thing that defied logic in this moment. Usually so cautious, she had agreed to this, this assignation. She still was amazed at herself and even questioned her own sanity. Then, slowly, a smile played across her dark red painted lips, and a glint of delight caught in her eyes at a memory.
