"Leave a message at the tone," an automated voice said and I quickly hung up. "Where is she?" I wonder to myself.
My mind plays through the delicious memories from Tuesday night. As she held my lithe body tightly against her, the warm strap on dildo still comfortably inside of me, Semela told me she had another surprise for me. Her husband was gone until late Wednesday night which left her and I alone for the entire evening. We left the shop shortly thereafter and I anxiously followed her to her home, each red light we hit frustrating me a bit more than the last. My arms wrapping around her waist before she even had a chance to close the front door.
"I want to thank you for this evening. I have never felt so good," I had whispered into her ear. Eventually we found our way to the bedroom and I finally got the opportunity to show my appreciation. Semela's beautiful legs wrapped tightly around me as I forced myself harder against her, the fake cock completely inside of her, her juices flowing endlessly.
Four days had passed in silence and now I had my own surprise for Semela. I dialed her cell phone number one last time and waited until that annoying robotic voice picked up. I hung up and walked to my car. Twenty minutes later, I parked a block away from Semela's house. I didn't know if Drew was home or not, so I decided I had better be careful. I walked over to her block and cautiously approached the house. Through the large front window, I could see lights shining brightly on the main level. I looked around at my surroundings, thankful it was nighttime and decided to wait a minute and hope for some luck. Within minutes, I saw Semela walk by heading to the staircase. I ran over to the front door and softly knocked in case Drew was upstairs. A few seconds later, I knocked again and the door finally opened.
"What are you doing here?" Semela's face beaming with surprise.
"Thought I would stop by, is it okay?"
Her face expression suddenly changing, her eyes dropping.
"Drew is upstairs in bed. He's not feeling well."
"I tried calling you."
"He took my phone. He thought I seemed in too good of a mood Wednesday night when he returned and he knows it was not because I was happy to see him."
"I have a surprise for you, when can we be together?"
Suddenly we heard the sound of a toilet flushing and then running water.
"You have to leave," Semela said quickly. "I'll arrange the schedule so we work together next week okay?"
"No," I immediately said. "It has to be outside of work."
A smile played upon her lips.
"Meet me tomorrow at Westbrooke around 5," I quickly said.
Semela reached her hand out and I took it and gently squeezed it. Our eyes locking, minds racing.
"Semela!" Drew's voice bellowed.
We quickly snapped back to reality and she withdrew her hand as if she had been bitten.
"Tomorrow at five," I whispered.
"I'll be there."
My heart ached as the door shut and I heard her lock it. At least I knew she would soon be near me. The next day right at five, she pulled up alongside my car in the parking lot at Westbrooke and I motioned for her to join me. As she closed the passenger's door, I asked if she was okay.
"Drew doesn't know does he?"
"I told him I had to work tonight because Rebecca called in sick. He wasn't too happy, but he does understand that comes with the job."
I leaned over and placing my fingers on her chin, pulled her face closer. Our lips only centimeters apart I whispered, "I missed you."
"I'm here now," her breathing already faltering in anticipation. Her own hands reaching for me. I pull away and start the car, a look of confusion on her beautiful face.
"Onto my surprise."
The trees and buildings pass by as I drive. I stop at a red light and smile at Semela, her hand reaching out taking mine. I give it a gentle squeeze. We remain hand in hand until I pull into the parking lot of the motel. A wicked grin passes her lips and I hop out and open the door and help her out. I had made the reservation earlier and had already been in the room to prepare. I lead Semela to our room before telling her to close her eyes. I barely open the door, the soft music playing from the small stereo across the way encompasses us. I allow us only to step a little bit in before I close the door and tell Semela to open her eyes. I hear her gasp as she sees how much time I spent on perfecting the room. A trail of small rose petals sprinkled about on the floor, eventually dividing into two separate directions. To the left, all the way into the bathroom and to the right, where the bed lies. Small scented candles rest on the bedside table top, the dim created almost breathtaking.
"Which path shall we explore first," I say softly laughing.
Semela looks at me amused, and certainly impressed.
"The path to the right."
"You know I was sure you would choose that one first."
I pull her body into mine, lips meeting briefly before eagerly exploring. Arms around one another, I lead her to the bed where she notices one red rose lying perfectly in the middle of the bed. She murmurs inaudibly and quickly grabs the rose. She looks deep into my eyes, her face full of surprise as well as gratitude at knowing how much time I had spent on this surprise and I did it just for her.
"You are simply amazing, this is so beautiful. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before."
I gently take the rose from her hand. I let the soft petals gently caress the soft delicate skin of her cheek. I notice her eyes close as I move the red petals down and across her neck.
"Slowly remove your sweater for me."