Chapter 3: In The Shower
After several weeks, Mark and Cherie were experiencing some sexual tedium. Cherie decided that she had to do something to spice things up, so to speak. She left a note for Mark in his e-mail, telling him to meet her at a good Italian restaurant the next night...8pm sharp and dress nice. She had never attempted something like this before, and felt butterflies at the thought of it...but nothing ventured, nothing gained had always been her motto.
Mark called that night, "What's with all the mystery?" he asked.
"Well, I wanted to celebrate the 2 month anniversary of our meeting and thought we could go out. Is that okay? You don't have plans already, do you?" He said no, but was curious and would be there. Cherie smiled into the phone, "It'll be a night you'll never forget," she said.
Wednesday night rolled around and Cherie raced home from work to change. She had bought a silk dress just for the occasion and wanted to pretty herself up for the expensive restaurant. At 7:30 she was ready and hopped into her car to drive to the restaurant. She arrived with 15 minutes to spare and found Mark already there, waiting at the bar.
"You were just as anxious as me," she laughed.
"I am," he said, "I couldn't stop thinking about it all day."
"You look great," she said to him. He did look great. Wearing a nice pair of tailored khakis, starched shirt, hair all combed...and he smelled even better.
"You too, where did you get the dress?" She twirled around for him, letting the skirt flare out around her legs, giving him a good look along with half the bar.
"Bought is special. Now let's go get our table and get something to eat."
They sat down, ordered wine to start and a meal to follow. They made idle chit-chat about their days while waiting. Cherie slipped her foot out of her shoe and slowly traced her toes up and down his calf underneath his pants. He stopped with his wine glass halfway to his mouth and smiled at her. He knew something was up, she was never this sassy in public.
Cherie ordered more wine and excused herself to the ladies room. She came back with fresh lipstick and handed him a small, wadded up ball of black silk: her panties. Mark's eyes grew big as he realized what he held in his hand, and she laughed at him. She always wanted to do that, just to see what kind of reaction it would get.
Dinner sped by, with the two of them passing sexual innuendoes back and forth. She kept playing footsies with him under the table, making him hard with her fiery glances and playful banter...the panties in his pocket didn't hurt either.
When dinner was over, she looked at Mark and asked, "Are you coming home with me tonight?"
"Of course I am, babe...I'd have to be crazy not to," Mark replied, grinning at her. The tingles in her stomach intensified...she loved that feral smile of his.
"Can you drive us then? I'll pick up my car tomorrow." He agreed and they jumped into his car for the short ride home.
Once Cherie got situated, she hiked her skirt up and let him have a long, lingering look at what the night held in store. She was wearing thigh-high stockings that perfectly showcased her newly waxed pubic hair. She had had it done the day before, just for tonight. She could see a growing bulge in his pants...just the effect she had been looking for.
The ride home seemed to take forever...Mark was talking dirty to her the entire way and she couldn't keep her hands off of him or herself, either. By the time they got to her apartment she was soaked and he was rock hard.
She stripped in the hallway, leaving the stockings and heels on. She walked seductively to the bedroom, leading the way. He entered the room and gasped...candles were everywhere, the bed was covered in a plush new comforter, and a box sat atop it.
"This is great," he said. "But what's in the box?"
"Open it and see, I got it for you." He walked over to the bed, tore the ribbon and paper off and opened it. His eyes grew round and he looked up with a devilish smile on his face.
"You remembered. Wow." The box contained some silk scarves, feathers, massage oils, and other assorted erotic toys.
He had expressed interest in the past in some light bondage, and Cherie had said she never trusted anyone enough to do it. He knew how important this was. He got up, walked over to her and kissed her passionately, massaging her shoulders and back while doing so.
"Babe, you didn't have to do this, really."
"I wanted to...ever since you mentioned it I've wanted to. Do you like it?"
"Of course, I like it. It's gonna be a dream come true." He kept kissing her tenderly, leading her to the bed...unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and caressing her body with the other.
He laid her down gently, let his shirt fall to the floor and unbuttoned his pants, stepping out of them. He was commando too, cock sticking out hard and thick. Cherie licked her lips at the sight of it.
He leaned over her, running his hands through her hair and asked, "You certain you want to do this?" She nodded her head and looked deep into his eyes so he would know that she was telling the truth.
"Okay," he said, "I'll take good care of you, babe."
He lay down next to her and started kissing her again, tongue flickering in and out of her mouth, stopping every so often to nuzzle her neck. She reached her hands up to touch his face and he took them in his own, not letting her. He raised them above her head, pinning them there, stretching her body out. Her breasts were high and firm, nipples rosy in the candlelight. He leaned his head down and licked at one, grazing it with his tongue and then taking the whole bud into his mouth.
She moaned his name, "Mark, oh my god, Mark..." He done the same thing with the other breast and then started licking his way down her belly only to stop short of her waiting lips and lick his way back up again. Cherie's hands were still pinned above her head, preventing her from returning any favors.
