Authors Note: This story is a continuation of the 'The Neighbour Ch. 03'. Kindly read it before beginning this one....
Sleeping in much later than usual, my morning wood pokes into her backside. Parker purrs in her sleep as I fondle her breasts. Still dazed, she mumbles, "My entire body aches, I'm so sore!"
Chuckling, I reply, "Don't worry, my princess. The afternoon is for rest and recovery. Tonight, I intend to tie you up."
My statement clears the cobwebs from her brain and she sits up in bed. "Last night, you were such an animal! I can still feel everything you did to me." Smiling, she wishes me again. "Happy Birthday, Sir."
I roll out of bed and start wearing my clothes. "Come on, get dressed. We're going out for breakfast. I have a surprise for you."
"What would you like me to wear?" she asks.
"Dress comfortably. In twenty minutes, I'll meet you outside." I leave her apartment to allow her some privacy to freshen up as well.
I am waiting at her door when she emerges wearing a tracksuit. I raise an eyebrow at her choice of clothing. Laughing, she reaches for my arm and adds, "You said comfy."
We step out of the building. Outside, the day is lovely. We stroll over to a well-known bakery in the area. Ordering a hearty breakfast along with some excellent coffee, we take our time, leisurely enjoying our much-needed meal. This seems like the kind of date that a normal couple would go on. It's a good feeling.
Parker is excellent company.
After I sign the check, we leave. Hailing a cab, I nudge her into it. Surprised, she gets in. I convey an address, and we are driven to the location. It's a spa. Asking the driver to wait, I escort her to the entrance.
"I took the liberty of booking a four-hour full body spa just for you. I want you to feel refreshed and hopefully this shall help."
She smiles and quips, "Why do I feel like a prey who is being prepped to be eaten alive?"
I burst out laughing! Kissing her forehead, I tell her, "After last night, the definition of dessert has changed for me. I am addicted! I'm going to have another helping of you post dinner tonight."
Parker shyly responds, "Thank you for this, it's extremely thoughtful of you."
Beaming at her sweet compliment, I remind her, "I am very excited to see what you wear for me tonight. Our table is reserved for 7:00, I shall pick you up at 6:30. Go now. When you're through, a taxi has been pre-booked to drive you home. Don't be late."
I return back to the taxi and give the driver instructions to take me to another address. It's a store selling adult entertainment goods. I enter and browse through the incredible range of products. Fascinated by the variety of alternatives, I pick my toys with care. I leave with two sacks full of goodies. Agreed, it's an extravagance, but birthdays don't qualify for frugal living. Anticipation fuels my imagination, as I prepare for my night with Parker. In no time, the cab drops me back home.
Rushing up, I drop off the bags and get ready to hit the gym. I also needed to reinvigorate myself. After an extensive workout and a sauna, I return to my apartment. Grooming myself once again, I take a lengthy, steamy shower. I have a light salad for lunch and then lie down to take a quick snooze. Because I'm so wired up, I have trouble falling asleep. My thoughts kept returning to Parker and what I intended to do with her tonight. The new stool and toys made the possibilities endless. I toss and turn until I finally nod off.
Its 6:15. I've showered and changed into my attire for the evening. I turn to look at myself in the mirror. The black trousers and shirt look great together and an ideal choice for the classy restaurant. Impatient, I walk out into the hallway and knock on Parker's door, earlier than decided.
Grumbling, she shouts out, "Ten more minutes, it's not yet 6:30!"
I pace the hallway. I feel like a child that can't wait to see his birthday present. Exuberant, yet frustrated at the delay, I force myself to calm down. The door unlocks.
I straighten my back, take a deep slow breath and open the door. I step inside.
Parker is poised in the living room. One hand on her curvaceous hip with her feet slightly apart, mimicking the pose of a model. Parker looks drop-dead gorgeous! Her lustrous black hair is styled in an untidy bun with loose strands everywhere. Makeup on-point with a gold chain around her neck to finish the look. In between a generous cleavage, my initials dangle from the chain.
Parker is wearing a corset-style dress in ivory with black gladiator heels. Her bare shoulders glistened in the room's warm lighting, illuminating her rich brown skin. The ropes on her stilettos reach up to her knees. The dress is flared below the waist with a dangerously short hemline. If she were to bend, her voluptuous ass would be completely exposed. Parker looks so glamourous. An exotic goddess adorned in a risquΓ© outfit. I am once more speechless. As I absorb her visually, she twirls around for me provocatively.
Groaning, I exclaim, "Parker, oh my god! You look breath-taking."