I should have known something was up when my wife said she had planned a date night with an overnight stay for the upcoming weekend. She never plans our dates, trips or anything else. I plan everything so I was relieved that she had planned something for a change. "I wanted to plan this one so you can just relax and enjoy it." Rachel is a helluva poker player but her best poker face couldn't contain her excitement. I just assumed she was excited about being the one to plan something for a change.
She immediately texted me a list of things that I would need to pack. The date was just a couple of days away but I had time to do the laundry that needed to be done and pick up a couple of things from the store. She also told me what time on Saturday I would need to be ready. At this point, Rachel is glowing and I think I could see her hard nipples through her sweater and bra. Again, I just thought she was super happy because she was the one who had made the plans for our date.
Rachel went to the gym Saturday morning for a workout. She left an itinerary for our trip on the kitchen table. I often create an itinerary for the trips I plan, which she always loves. So this was her tribute to my itinerary-creating abilities. The paper listed the items that I needed to pack - the same list she texted me days earlier - and the time we were leaving the house, which I also already knew! My itineraries usually had a little more information than that. At the bottom she wrote a note: "Peter, rest up and drink lots of fluids! See you when I get back. Love, Rachel."
I went ahead and packed what I was supposed to pack and got ready to go because I didn't want to delay our leaving. I thought about operating on "Rachel time" and not being ready on time but I decided not to push my luck! She told me to wear casual clothes for the travel because after we checked into the hotel we could get ready to go out for the evening. So, I was ready to go before she got home from the gym.
Once Rachel got home, I kept myself busy while she got herself ready. She asked if I had room left over in the suitcase for her stuff and of course I did since it was just an overnight trip. Once she was ready she asked me if I was ready to go. I said yes as I checked my phone to see that she was 10 minutes early. She asked me to pack the car, start the car and stay in the car. Much to my surprise she had packed an extra suitcase that had a lock on it. This was the first time that I started to wonder what was up. The locked suitcase was one thing but she was also fucking early! Seriously?!?
I took the luggage out to the Mustang. I put the suitcase with our clothes in the trunk. I looked at the suitcase with the lock. I picked it up and shook it a little bit but I had no idea what was in the bag. Rachel sent me out of the house as soon as she gave me the locked suitcase so I didn't have a chance to snoop around and see if anything was missing in the house. Sneaky! Or smart. So, I put that suitcase in the trunk and hung the hanging clothes in the back seat. Then I got in the driver's seat and waited for her.
Rachel came out of the house and said "Move. I'm driving." I got out and moved to the other side of the car. I. Always. Drive. Now I'm scared. I thought, "I have to ride in the Mustang when she's driving?!? Holy shit!" I had no idea where we were going or how long I would have to white knuckle it. Thankfully, it wasn't too long as we just made a quick 12 mile trip to downtown St. Louis. She pulled up to the Paramour Hotel and said "We're here." We had stayed at the Paramour before and we both loved it. Rachel particularly liked exploring the basement of the old hotel. She checked every door hoping to find a room full of awesome, old stuff. She checked walls for secret doors or openings that might lead to a secret passage. She loved every second that we spent exploring so I assumed we would spend more time exploring the hotel again.
She gave the keys to the valet parking staff and they pulled out our luggage and set it on the sidewalk. We walked in and she checked us in at the front desk. I just stood there glancing at the locked suitcase wondering what I had gotten myself into. I looked up and saw the bar where we had a couple of drinks the other time we stayed here. It really was a cool hotel and I was happy and impressed that she picked it.
We found the elevator and she pushed the button for the 13th floor. We had stayed on the 13th floor the last time we were here. It was so cool that the hotel had a 13th floor! I don't remember ever being in any other building that had a 13th floor. I always thought triskaidekaphobia was silly / stupid. It's just a number. The number 13 is used in everything else, why can't buildings have a 13th floor? It's not like they build a 13th floor and leave it empty. The floor numbered "14" is really the 13th floor of the building - we just don't call it "13". Like I said, it's stupid.
Rachel uses the key to open the door and we enter the room. The bathroom is just inside the door. It's really nice but there's nothing special about it. The rest of the room is awesome. It's look very similar to the room we had last time. It's a beautiful room with really amazing furniture and a king-size bed. I set the luggage down and see the locked suitcase again. I start looking around the room for anything weird but I don't see anything out of the ordinary.
Rachel says, "Ok. Let's get ready to go to dinner." I said "Ok" but I was surprised that we weren't going to explore the hotel. Maybe later I guess. I hadn't noticed that she had packed my razor and shaving cream. She wanted me to shave my head. I had just shaved it a couple of days ago but I shaved it anyway because she asked me to. So, I shaved my head and my face, showered and got dressed. Then, I watched TV while she did her hair and makeup.
When she was ready we headed downstairs. She led me to the restaurant at the hotel. We ate here the last time we were at the hotel and had a great meal. Rachel tells them that we have reservations for 2 under "Stevens." They said, "Ah yes - you're right on time" and took us to our table. We were on time twice in the same day? Holy shit again! I don't remember much about dinner except that we both had the steak and lobster and we both loved the meal. Rachel paid the check and left a generous tip as she always does when she gets good service.
We headed back to valet parking and asked for our car. I have to admit I was thinking of the locked suitcase. It had occupied my thoughts during dinner which is probably why I can't remember much about it. While waiting for the valet to retrieve our car, I looked at my wife. The fog in my head cleared for a second and I realized she had bought a new dress for the occasion. It was cute and sexy but not over-the-top or inappropriate for the occasion. Rachel looked amazing! She's a beautiful woman. (I'm not allowed to say that without saying that she is also thoughtful, kind, caring, loving and very, very smart. Like seriously smart and super successful.) "That's a new dress isn't it?" Rachel said, "I was wondering if you were going to notice." I said, "Sorry, I can't stop thinking about ... Well my head is a little foggy right now." Just then the valet pulled up with the Mustang. I headed to the driver's door by instinct but her look told me all I needed to know so I walked around to the other side.
After a short drive, we arrived at the Fabulous Fox Theatre. We had been here quite a few times over the years and we usually enjoy the shows that we see there. As we were waiting in line I said, "I didn't get to finish my thoughts earlier. That dress is really nice and you look beautiful. You're my beautiful and sexy wife." She kissed me and said, "Thank you." I joked that the dress would look great on the floor next to my bed in the morning. She laughed as if it was the first time she had heard the joke. She's great like that. I remember enjoying the show but I couldn't tell you anything about it now.
We headed back to the car and she said that I could drive back to the hotel. I tipped the valet again and we headed inside. Rachel said she wanted a drink so we headed to the bar. We had a couple of drinks as she shot me sexy looks like only she can. My cock was getting hard just from the eye contact like it usually does. Thankfully, by the time I had to walk it had settled down some. So, we headed up to the room.
In the room, Rachel said "This is my date and I'm in charge so you have to do what I say." I agreed. She said "You're mine" and my cock started getting harder. She said that she wanted to start in the shower so we undressed each other and got in the shower. We washed each other's bodies. Pretty much my favorite thing in the world to do is run my hands all over my wife's body so I was rock hard. Of course, her hands "washing" my cock was a major reason it was so hard. She also fingered my asshole with her soapy hands to clean it as well - at least that's the reason she said. Then she handed me her bodywash and said "I think my ass needs to be washed too!" and turned around. So I got my hands nice and soapy and fingered her asshole for a minute or so just to make sure it was clean - at least that's what I told her. My cock was pulsing it was so hard and I was so turned on.