The big bunch of roses came as a complete surprise to Tabby when she opened the door to her apartment. There they were on the hall table; beautifully done up with a light coloured wrap and a pink ribbon. The flowers themselves were a pink colour, fading out to almost white at the outer edge of the petals. But it was the perfume that endeared them so much to the young 20- year-old. A card with a picture of a kitten playing with pink ribbon sat propped against the flowers.
She picked the card up and read the carefully typed message that had been stuck to the inside. 'Flowers for you my special young lady. Good news, the conference has been cancelled so I can spend tonight with you. As this is a bonus for us I want to make it special. On your bed you will find a parcel. In it I have purchased some clothes for you to wear – please follow the instructions there and make this evening one we will always remember.' It was signed in Eric's stylish flourish that she recognised immediately.
Her curiosity was pricked. The flowers were lovely, but new clothes as well, and this air of mystery. Tabby was becoming quite excited. Eric had been working so hard over the last few months that they had hardly spent any time together at all. She couldn't remember when it was they last made love, but it was well over two weeks ago. Things could only get better, Tabby thought to herself. It wasn't Eric's fault, his work just took him away so much.
With a sigh she picked up the flowers and walked through to her bedroom. It was a smallish room dominated by the big iron-framed bed. A simple white throw covered the otherwise feminine covers and pillows.
Sure enough on the bed lay a plain brown cardboard box; the sort that come from the big fancy stores. Tabby could hardly wait to see what it contained. In the centre of the lid was a plain white envelope. She took it off and set it down with the flowers. The further instructions could wait until she satisfied her curiosity.
The lid flipped off and she pulled back the protective layer of tissue. Inside lay, neatly folded a sexy black lace corset with suspenders. It was strapless, held up by the bone and laces that held the bodice tight under her small but pert firm breasts. A pair of delicate silk lace top stockings and black lace panties completed the set. She held the corset up; it looked so sexy and alluring. It was hard to believe that Eric had thought of it.
Under the corset lay a black velvet blindfold with elastic straps to hold it in place. Tabby picked this up and examined it. A grin spread on her face as she realised the implication. This was truly going to be a night to remember.
Lying the corset back on the white bed she picked up the other envelope. Inside was a single typed sheet. 'Well my darling what do you think of your outfit? I think you will look absolutely stunning in it. I don't want you to change an inch of it – just wear what I have provided. Do make yourself look beautiful as well, although you hardly need do a thing to make that a reality. Once you are dressed wait for me on your bed with the blindfold in place. Please no peeking – tonight needs to be perfect – I don't want to spoil any of it. Please, relax and let it happen – the night of your dreams – the night of ultimate excitement. I will be at your place at 8pm precisely – be ready for me. Until then my love, enjoy your preparations.' Once again it was signed in that unforgettable hand.
Tabby looked at her watch 6.47; under and hour and half to get ready. Now she was paying for her window shopping and idleness. A few minutes earlier there had been no reason to rush. Leaving the flowers and the notes on her bed she grabbed her robe and made her way to the bathroom. Quickly she turned on the shower and removed her clothes, her underwear being thrown carelessly into the washing basket, her other clothes folded onto the cane chair that decorated a corner of the room. Soon the warm water was cascading over her tall, slim form, plastering her dark hair to her neck and shoulders as she applied her sweet smelling lavender range of hair care and soap.
There was no time to be wasted, the shower was over quickly. This time just a cursory shave under the arms and along her long legs. The towel was soft and warm; hair drier followed before she returned to the bedroom in her robe. The clock on her dresser said 7.29. She gulped. That was longer than she had wanted to spend in the shower. Still it wouldn't take long to do her make-up and she would have to make do with pinning her hair back, not the fancy French plait she had intended.
As she applied her make-up Tabby tried not to watch the clock. Her dark eyes kept flicking at the vile instrument, time always sped up when she got excited. The time was 7.48 when she completed her make-up. There was a quick spray of perfume where it would count. Just enough time to get into her 'costume' and ready for her secret lover. Tabby giggled to herself.
The flowers. She suddenly panicked as she saw them still sitting on the bed. That wouldn't be right. Eric had gone to such a lot of trouble to make the evening just right. In a fluster she rushed through to the kitchen and found a vase. Then she returned, sitting the flowers on top of her dresser.
There was even less time now. She quickly sat on the bed and pulled the dark stockings up her long white thighs; wriggled into the black corset (Eric had done well with the sizing, but it was just a little tight around her bust). She attached each suspender to the stockings and then finally pulled the soft black panties up into place.
Now the clock said 8.01. He was late she thought. Just as well. The final touch; the black velvet blindfold. Tabby carefully adjusted it over her eyes. She hoped he wouldn't be too late. Time was going to slow down now as she positioned herself in a sexy pose on the white bed, lying on one side with a sensual grin on her deep red lips.
It seemed she waited an age, but in reality it was only a few minutes before the blindfolded beauty heard the familiar creak of the front door. It seemed to open slower than usual. A few moments later and her bedroom door opened; a slight draft of cool air gave it a way as she saw or heard nothing. She sensed his presence as he came up beside her bed.
"Eric, this was a wonderful…" The words were halted as a finger was held to her mouth. A hand touched her pale soft cheek and brushed a wisp of her dark hair aside.
Tabby's heart was racing, her mouth felt slightly dry and her body was warming. The hand traced her form across her lips and chin to her ear. She kissed the knuckles as they brushed her full red lips. The cuff of his suit jacket touched her cheek as the hand brushed off her neck.
That warmth that she felt grow deep inside her, that nervous tension that the scene had built now transferred to her crotch. She moved her thighs restlessly as he continued to gently touch her, like a silent painter. Now a hand gently followed over the round, bare flesh of the top her breasts, down onto the sensual lace of the corset. At that moment Tabby felt like the most desirable woman on Earth.
His hand traced little circles around the middle of the corset as Tabby turned onto her back. The blindfold stayed in place, her hands at her side, twitching a little as she felt the sexy touch on her belly. Then he dropped the palm of his hand to the soft lace and ran it up to cup under one of the young girl's pert firm breasts. He squeezed it gently, pushing it up slightly so it bulged in the soft corset.
"Ohhh…" Tabby let out a moan as he slowly but firmly ran his hand over the gentle curve of her breast. His other hand quickly came up to put the finger softly at her lips again.
The hand on her breast stayed still. The finger moved slowly and softly from her lips, over her chin and down her neck. As it reached her chest he lent right in. Tabby pursed her lips, ready for the kiss, but it didn't come. He kissed her cheek, very, very softly. The finger moved a little further down to her other breast, where the flesh met the lace. Another kiss, closer to her ear as he lent over her. She could smell his familiar aftershave as he lent in.
Then he nibbled her ear, avoiding the little gold earring, just using his lips, his teeth not touching the skin. At the same time he hooked his finger in the top of the corset. The lace peeled back from her breast. The other hand had moved again to mirror its partner. Both cups of the corset were slowly being pulled back, away from her breasts, slowly revealing the hard nipples. His lips played with her ear and neck as he peeled the corset right back from her breasts, letting the black lace lie under each, pushing them up and out a little.
His hands ran over the newly exposed skin. Softly exploring each breast, the fingers tweaking the nipples lightly. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, the top of her chest. Each kiss was gentle, slow and sensual. Then he kissed her breast. Tabby thought she was going to cum; the heat had built to an unbearable level. Again her legs moved nervously.
The next kiss was to her nipple. It was a kiss, not a suck. A sensual meeting of lips with hard nipple. It filled Tabby with a desire to pull his head in closer. One of her hands rose from the bed, but fell back as he lifted his face slightly.
Through this experience she had felt his breath against her skin. His touch, his lips kissing her body. This was so sensual, yet also so planned she thought. He really was making it up to her. Tonight was going to be the best ever.
Just as this thought went through her mind he moved away from her body, sitting upright on the bed. She lifted her head, raising a hand to the blindfold as she did. He quickly pulled her hand away, grasping her wrist firmly. Again his finger went to her lips. Tabby went red, embarrassed that she had almost spoilt the game for him. She also wondered if he hadn't read her thought about his planning and didn't like it. She flopped back, her head on the soft pillow. A wide smile appeared on her face. How hot could he get her she wondered.
Again he lent over her prone body. This time he kissed her belly, where his hands had been, kissing the soft lace corset. One hand rested gently on her breast, the other on her bare skin where the corset stopped and there was a gap to the top of her panties. Tabby could hear her own breathing, heavy, almost panting as she tried to look through the dark blindfold. Her arms lay limp next to her body.
The hand below his head slipped down to the waist of her panties. The black material raised and lowered with the deep breaths she took. He hooked his thumb in the waist and laid the palm of his hand out over her crotch, rubbing gently across the black lace. The material against her trimmed bush felt so sexy she was ready to moan again. Somehow she suppressed the urge as he teased her, plucking at the thin elastic of the waistband like a guitar string.
His long fingers hooked around her pubic mound to touch the softness between her legs. She had brought her knees up a little as he kissed her belly, now she parted them some more for him. He could feel a dampness at her crotch as he ran his fingers along her pussy lips, feeling their swollen outline.
