For the first time since College I found myself in a serious relationship on Valentine's Day. Ironically I would be spending it alone since I would be out of town on business. Fortunately, the love of my life Kelly is accepting of my career driven nature since she lives a similar lifestyle of putting work first. She is also spending the day on a business trip so we agreed to treat Valentine's Day as just another day of the week.
February 14th,7A.M. I groggily crawl out of my hotel bed and into the shower. I let the warm water caress my smooth face and shortly shaved black hair. The thought of Kelly's fingers caressing my fairly athletic 170lb body creeps into my mind as the water washes over my tight chest and arms. I lather myself sleepily, wanting Kelly's delicate hands on my 6pack instead of my own. My seven inch morning wood is still erect as thoughts of my lover engorge my mind. I fight back the urge to play with my clean shaven toy deciding that I rather wait for a passionate moment with my woman.
I hop out of the shower my erection bobbing and I towel off before putting on the hotels towel robe. I walk over to the bed and see my phone lit up with a message from Kelly.
It simply reads, "Happy Valentine's day Chris. I love you!"
"I love you too baby. Really wish I could see you right now," I respond immediately.
The message puts a smile on my face as I start to get ready for my meeting. I pull on a pair of boxers and my suite pants. However, the message soon starts to depress me because a few weeks ago she mentioned that she has never had the opportunity to really celebrate Valentine's Day. With that thought my phone receives another message.
"Thought you might enjoy this before your meeting," she writes underneath a picture message of herself. I smile starring at the picture of my gorgeous girlfriend with shoulder length wavy brown hair. Her deep green eyes are piercing even through a picture. I can see the top of a white dress shirt and suite coat and I know she has just taken this picture now before her own meeting.
The picture decides it for me. I pick up my phone and make a call.
"Hi, I would like to book a flight immediately back to Toronto," I confidently declare.
My mind races as I book my flight trying to figure out my plan to give Kelly her first special Valentine's Day. My heart rate increases with excitement and stress since I only have a few hours to create the perfect evening.
I make it back to our house at 5 P.M which gives me a good 4 hours to prepare a romantic evening before she arrives. I send her a text message suggesting that I am thinking about her in my meeting, choosing to keep my surprise secretive.
It is almost 9P.M and the preparations are set. I run upstairs and put on a pair of silly red silk boxers she bought for me. I put on a pair of black dress pants, with black socks and a belt and a shiny red shirt with a plain white tie to get into the festive spirit.
Just as I finish getting ready I hear her car pull into the drive way and I quickly make my way to the front door unable to contain my excitement. Her key touches the lock as I slowly open the door smiling and gazing at her beauty even after a long day of work.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she shouts excitedly.
She hurries in wearing black heels and stockings with a tight black skirt that goes down to her knees, a white blouse and black suit coat.
"I wanted to give you your first Valentine's Day so I skipped out on my meeting," I proclaim as I hand her a bouquet of long stem red roses.
"Aren't you going to get in trouble?" she ask blushing and unable to contain her smile.