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Him
All evening I followed her, dressed in a non-descript dark suit with a dark shirt. My plan was to blend into the shadows, and enjoy her enjoyment of our "phone date." She had no idea that I was already in Toronto. She wore the dress and shoes I bought for her and shipped to her from London. I told the girls in the dress shop of my plan for her; they loved it, and they worked hard from photos to fit her as perfectly as possible. It worked. She looked classy, hot, and so beautiful. The dress was made of a bright red, shimmering fabric that perfectly set off her luminous green eyes. It was cut low in front, showing the deep division between her breasts, and the neckline plunged far down her back, leaving her shoulder blades and the small of her back deliciously bare. No bra could be worn with this dress, and a tantalizing hint of her erect nipples could just be seen through the material covering them. The dress was very close-fitting without being tight, hemmed at just above her knees, but a slit on the left side showed an ample amount of her creamy white thigh. No nylons covered her legs; nothing could improve upon her own smooth, glistening skin.
Her perfect feet were in the spike-heeled sandals I chose especially for her. The girls in the dress shop oohed and ahhed over them and wished that they could afford them. The shoes were black leather with thin silver buckles on the inch-wide leather straps that loosely encircled her lovely ankles. Her feet arched so gracefully in the severe form of the 4-inch spike heels, the torsion of the arch making the faint blue veins and delicate bone structure prominent under the silky skin of her feet. Her slender toes, with their blood red nail polish, were totally exposed, seductively bare in the sexy shoes.
From my chair in the dark corner of the restaurant I sent her to, I saw her sitting enjoying her dinner, her beauty drawing hungry stares from all the men in the room - and some of the women. Was she aware of them?
At the Royal Alexandra Theatre I sat in the balcony, and with my opera glasses watched her rapturous pleasure in the music of the orchestra. An empty seat, my seat, was next to her -- since I was "with" her on this phone date, I had bought myself a seat as well. At the intermission I called her, she didn't think to wonder how I knew it was the intermission, and we chatted briefly. I told her I wished I was there. And I was. I told her I imagined her looking very beautiful. And she did.
At the end of the show, I called her again and told her to take a cab the few blocks to the SoHo Met Hotel, and have a drink in the Senses Bar, connected to the hotel. I was there ahead of her, seated in a dark booth in the very back. I saw her enter the bar, and my breath caught in my throat -- she was radiant from the night air and the music at the theatre. She took a high stool at the bar and I saw her order a drink. I smiled at how attentive the bartender was being toward her -- he knows a gorgeous woman when he sees one, I thought. I watched her sit and sip her drink for a while, from my inconspicuous seat in the back.
When she was almost finished with her drink, I called my waiter over and told him to have a drink sent to her from "the man in the corner" -- me. I watched the waiter relay my instructions to the bartender, and then take her the drink. I could see him speak to her, and then she turned and scanned the bar. I was sitting turned slightly away, and though she could see me, she couldn't tell it was me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her stand and walk my way. When she was almost upon me I stood up and gave her a big smile. She had a look of shock on her face but soon it became a grin. I held my arms out wide and gathered her in for a big hug.
"Hi, beautiful," I said. I told her how I had arranged it all and followed her around on our phone date. "The hardest part was making myself stay away from you all evening."
"Where are you staying?" she asked me.
"Here, but I wanna go for a ride first." We both laughed.
"I do too," she said through a laugh. Her face was so inviting and I thought of all things we had discussed. I could hardly believe they would finally come true.
Me
We stopped to kiss outside the bar. We could hear the throb of the music through the walls, I could feel the throb of sex running through my veins. Control was gone, I was saturated by desire.
In the dark of the back parking lot, urgency compelled him to drag me close and feast on my mouth. Now...now...now...drummed insistently through my bloodstream. He went to open the door to the car.
