Cheryl had spent most of the day pampering herself. It began wonderfully. She enjoyed the sensation as her sleepy body slid luxuriously over soft, coral-pink, satin sheets. Her smooth skin tingled as the clinging fabric caressed and teased. Even this early in the day she felt the boiling cauldron of her desires as they spread throughout her body and mind.
With an effort she resisted the urge to satisfy her longing. Her long fingers lay folded across her taut, flat stomach and refused to take the effortless journey down between her closed legs. Even to accidentally brush the thickening flesh at the tips of her breasts was forbidden. No, she thought, tonight is too important, too exciting to risk taking the edge off of my desire.
Eventually, she forced herself out of bed and ran a deep bath. A few drops of her favorite Jasmine oil in the water woke her mind as it relaxed her body. She lay back to allow the deeply sensual fragrances to suffuse her senses. Once again, she fought with herself to resist relieving her growing needs. In fact, she barely remembered the last time she had simply taken a bath without enjoying her own body. That thought brought a smile to her delicate lips. She would never have believed that frustration could be so exciting.
The bath water began to cool and she reached for a bottle of luxury moisturizing bath gel and poured a measure over her giant natural sponge. As she rubbed the foamy sponge all over her exposed flesh, she felt her resolve begin to weaken. Damn! Why did this have to feel so good? Eventually, squeaky-clean from top to toe, she stood up and turned on the shower attachment to rinse the soap from her body. Every touch of the water jets stimulated her aroused nerves. Even parts of her body she had never considered as sexy were screaming for attention. But still she held herself back.
She padded through her apartment, wrapped in a thick toweling robe. An orange juice, a black coffee and a couple of slices of toast later she brushed her white, even teeth and grudgingly got dressed.
Her first appointment was at the hair salon. Cheryl always loved having her hair pampered, but today it was almost too much to bear. She was afraid that she might spontaneously respond to the stylist’s touch. Why had she never felt like this with the stylist before? Somehow, she forced herself to think about the weather and the news and the prices in the supermarkets. Eventually the crisis passed.
The manicure and pedicure had cost her an arm and leg - or at least a finger and toe - and she was delighted with the results. Her nails had never looked so perfect before and she just couldn't wait to put them to good use. But God! How seductive had that pretty blonde girl been as she had masterfully touched each of Cheryl’s fingers and massaged her feet. She had never been attracted to women before.
Cheryl had reached a state of constant arousal. A breath of wind would have been enough to tip her over the edge.
Lunch was late, around 2.30, just a bland snack of chicken salad on brown bread, no dressing. She wouldn't risk any spicy, highly flavored food. A glass of strawberry and banana juice slipped over her tongue and eased itself down her throat. As she licked her lips she could imagine Peter’s tongue; Peter’s kiss.
Later, Cheryl browsed around the Mall. She bought smoked salmon here, champagne there, titbits and snacks, which she knew he would love and which would help build the atmosphere. Her shopping ended in her two favorite stores: buying a small box of luxurious Belgian cream-filled chocolates in one, and a beautiful - and frighteningly expensive - black lace teddy in the other. Satisfied that she had everything under control, she made her way back home.
It was now nearly 5.30 and the butterflies were fluttering wildly in her stomach.
She had one more major job to do. Being careful not to mess up her immaculate hair, she stripped off her clothes and headed for the bathroom. She ran a cool bath, and carefully washed herself clean of the day’s grime. Then, with her shower spray as hot as she could stand she held it to her pussy, allowing the water to run freely through her dark, curly hairs. The sensation was almost unbearable. She could not, and would not, succumb to the obvious temptations. When her pubic hair had soaked and softened long enough, she took her ladyshave sensitive skin gel and smothered it all over her curls. Before she could change her mind, she followed with the specially bought Gillette Mach 3 razor.
Little by little, Cheryl denuded herself. At first, she thought that she might keep a tastefully sculpted heart, but her artistic talents weren't up to it. No, everything had to go. As her black curls dropped into the bath water, she was amazed at how easy it was. Soon her pubic mound was bare and smooth. Next, she carefully moved her attentions to her pussy lips. Fortunately, the growth was not too thick and these too soon lost their covering. Heavens! She felt so clean. So wicked! Now she felt truly naked.
Please let him find it as exciting as I do, she thought.
The combination of shaving for the first time and thinking about him had a powerful effect. She had never been more wet and aroused, but still refused to give in to her lust. Reluctantly, and as clinically as she could, she ran her face cloth between her legs and washed some of her juices away.
Now it was 6.30. Only half an hour to go!
She fixed her makeup and took out the precious lingerie that she had bought that afternoon. Her arousal was everything now. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about him and her desire was so intense that she could hardly breath.
The card on the bookshelf caught her eye. Still naked, she smiled and padded over to it, and re-read it for the hundredth time.
"Happy Advance Valentine my darling.
"You know I have to go away for a week on business but I will return at 7pm on Valentines Night.
"We have never spent even one day apart since we met a year ago, and I will miss you with every fibre of my soul.
"I make you a promise. Between now and when I see you again I swear to complete celibacy. Not with others - you know I would never betray you. But with myself. Even if I wake in the night from my dreams of you, I will take a cold shower.
"My pleasure is only for you, my love.
"If you can bring yourself to deny yourself as well, I am sure that our rejoining on 14th February will seal our love for all time.
"Be my Valentine. Be my life. Be mine."
Also, for the hundredth time, a smile crossed her lips and a tear filled her eye. It was 2 minutes before 7pm. She stepped into the erotic black lace garment and pulled it up her body. As she slowly drew it over her swollen breasts, she stepped to the window and parted the closed blinds. Her heart missed a beat as she saw Peter walking down the drive with an enormous bunch of red roses in his arms.
The key scraped the lock. She heard the front door open and Peter’s familiar, wonderful voice:
