Chapter Eleven – Teasing Evening, Binding Pleasure
November came quickly. It was cooling down quite a bit outside even if it was heating up inside. Jon and my love life were growing stronger every day.
It was Jon's idea to have a real date. We had been having so much fun of late that we had forgotten, at least for the moment the art of romance. Jon asked me if I was interested in dinner out at a nice cozy restaurant and then maybe a little dancing at a local bar/café where it was known that the trendy crowd hung out. We decided on a Thursday night to miss some of the crowds that Friday and Saturday brought, and since Jon was going to be out of town from Monday through Thursday morning on business, we both agreed it would be a good night to share together.
I was good while Jon was out of town. I purposefully ignored my growing sexual urges, did not flash any unsuspecting persons, nor did I spend any time over at Martie's which might have digressed quickly into a licking contest. That was something I was getting ready for, but not this week. No, I was being a good girl, biding my time, waiting for Jon to get home.
Now, I know Jon meant the evening to be a romantic one for the two of us where sex was inevitably going to happen, but the idea was for it to happen later rather than sooner. This thought, along with the extended lack of physical pleasure was causing me to fantasize about what the evening could include. Just because we were not going to find ourselves in bed immediately (like the second he got home from the airport) did not mean that I could not make the whole night something that would make the crest of the evening very special.
On a wild hair, I called Martie while driving to the store and asked what product she used to create her beautiful blonde hair. It always has such a glow about it that turns every man's head in the room.
"So, you're going blonde, huh?" Martie asked, and I knew she was putting her usual reasoning behind it.
"Yes I am. Jon gets home the day after tomorrow and we have a special evening planned, and well...I thought I would give him something completely different. I have never changed my hair color before, other than to put in a few highlights, and I just thought it might add a bit of spice to the evening." I said
"The different woman look, huh? You know what you get when you turn three blondes upside down don't you?" She asked.
"Uh, no. What?"
"Two brunettes and a redhead!" Martie bust out with a belly laugh. "Well at least no one will be able to tell you are not a real blond by turning you upside down. You do know however that your eyebrows will still be brunette if you don't do something about them too. Unless you want the Brook Shields look." She was still laughing.
"No, no...I want to really look the part. Thanks for passing that one along, I will pick up a small brush for that too." I said.
"No need, if you buy the right kit, the one I use, it comes with eyebrow stuff too. I just wanted to make sure you were not surprised when you let your hair down only to find black caterpillars stretching very noticeably across your forehead."
Martie gave me the name of the product and by days end I was a blonde. It took me two runs at it to get the color I wanted, but in the end, I was a sleek blonde and I only felt like I lost 10 points from my IQ, and not the 30 Martie said I would lose.
"I swear I have more blonde moments after coloring my hair than I did before. I must have lost 30 points from my IQ!" She had laughed as the barrage of blonde jokes kept coming during our call.
A quick look at myself in the mirror gave me a boost of confidence. I was a stunning blonde if I do say so myself. I was always afraid of what I might look like, but the change was dramatic and it was good. I was just as sexy a blonde as I was a brunette. The eyebrows were the trick though. Without that part done I would have looked a bit silly. I must admit, I also took the opportunity to bleach the dime-sized patch of trimmed pubic hair I had left at the very top of my pussy too. It just made me completely blonde, and it felt good to get all the details right. Call me a perfectionist if you like, but I just felt giddy knowing I was blonde all over. I did not let on to Jon what I was up to.
To keep it more of a surprise, I told Jon that when he got home, he would not find me. In keeping with our romantic date, he could pick me up at the Pickering hotel downtown and if he were a good date, I might invite him to spend the night with me.
"What are you up to?" Jon asked with a suspicious tone when we spoke that night on the phone.
"Oh, nothing you would find all THAT interesting." I responded.
"Right...anything you do these days has got my complete attention! I find myself watching and admiring your every move. You are one stunning woman, and if all you are doing up there is waiting for me, I am still interested." He said.
It is amazing how his attentions towards me had changed since my event at the fresh market. Before, it felt like we were married business partners who had figured each other completely out. There were no more surprises. We were in love and appreciated each other, but there was a spark missing. Now we were romantic partners where everyday brought on a new level of excitement. I wondered how I could have missed this kind of relationship for so long.
On the day before, I bought a high-end sunless tanning solution. I was not about to go cheap on this stuff, as there is nothing sexy about an orange woman...that is unless your husband is into extraterrestrial sex. This is a topic I had not discussed with Jon, but he was not the science fiction type, so I decided to spend the extra bucks and insure that I would look like I had hung out on a Florida beach and not in one of their orchards.
The stuff actually worked, bringing out a rich brown color to my skin that looked like I had just come home from a cruise. I purposefully did not color my breasts or my panty lines. I wanted to look like I had tanned in a bikini. I think the lines are sexy. The white flesh stands out and draws attention to the parts I want him dreaming about.
I also stopped by Victoria's Secret and found a really sexy outfit to share with Jon. It was a dark green corset and robe set that complimented my body shape. The silk robe covered everything in a nice way, its length covering my thighs. The corset was naughty. Its purpose was to show everything off. Upon removing the robe, the corset surrounded my torso and supported my breasts a little with a layer of black lace, but left them fully exposed. The bottom stoped at the small of my back and the front was cut at the bottom with a v-cut , basically pointing the way to my black g-string.
I picked out my evening outfit also. It would be a black silk skirt that had a slit up the side that came up to within a few inches of my bottom, a long sleeve sheer white top with a sexy, lacy bra that easily showed through the blouse, and a black accent jacket. I went with a deep red lipstick and a red earrings and necklace set. With my new tan, I would forgo the panty hose and wear shoes that were chic, but comfortable for a night of dancing. I wanted to be hot, but not too obvious.
Thursday came and I checked into the Pickering. The room was a standard room, but it was nicely appointed and very Victorian. The bed was king sized, and to my surprise was a four-poster, with spindles that almost reached to the ceiling. I jumped onto it and found it to be nice and plush.
I ordered up a bottle of Champagne to be waiting for us when we got back to the room and spent the afternoon getting myself ready. I took a nice long bath and put a fresh shave on my legs and pussy. I wanted to be perfect tonight. As I sat in the tub, I daydreamed through the way the night would go, thinking of new ways to excite the evening. Soon I was playing with my clit and allowed myself one orgasm to get my motor running.
As I put the finishing touches on myself, I made a change of plan decision. I would forgo the bra and panties. I wanted to feel the power of seduction, and I knew what Jon liked, blatant sexuality. I cooked up a few surprises for the evening also. This was going to be fun.
By the time Jon came knocking at my hotel room door, I was hot. My blonde hair was left to fall naturally against my new tanned face, giving me that California girl look, and the outfit I had chosen accented every thing just the way I wanted. It was not too obvious, but it was definitely sexy. The jacket framed the obvious nicely. You could easily see that there was nothing under my blouse as my cleavage was clearly visible. I knew he would get hard wondering all night what this blouse would look like without the jacket. The slit up the skirt would make him wonder also and wondering is sometimes sexier than knowing. I have learned that men think this way.
I heard a light knocking at my door at just the appointed time. I opened the door and the look on Jon's face was just what I expected. I was stunningly sensual and he was in awe.
