It had been longest day of my life! Except the day I gave birth to my daughter via unexpected natural childbirth, when the anesthesiologist failed to show up. This day was even more unpleasant because there seemed to be no sweet reward at the end of it, like a day in the maternity ward would finally yield. Of course I would get to see Stevan again so it would make this horrific day seem worthwhile.
Murphy’s law prevailed and everything that possibly could go wrong in a 24 hour time frame, had. There was no hot water for my shower that morning. The clasps on my luggage jammed. The drive to the airport was during rush hour and I barely made it in time to board the plane and of course, they lost my luggage. It was a scary trip to New York, lots of turbulence and a dark-skinned passenger in the seat next to me that kept fingering something hidden in his jacket pocket was making me more than a little anxious. To say the least my nerves were on edge and my muscles aching with stress.
I hoped this trip to New York would be worth it. Stevan was on a business trip and wanted me to join him. There were a lot a miles between my city and his so we decided it would be best to meet there. He was treating me to a week at a luxury hotel. I was excited to be staying there with Stevan, and relieved to be leaving the high stress of my house for a mini vacation. Stevan would be in business meetings during the day, giving me opportunities to sightsee and shop and then we would spend our evenings together. I was apprehensive about the room arrangements, one suite but there would be a bed and a sofa and I was sure Stevan would never force his attentions on me. Lately I had been feeling so much desire for him, I wondered if he might be the one who would not be safe alone with me!
Stevan and I had met just six months ago but I knew right away he was different from the man I had been married to and all the others I had dated after my divorce. He had this way about him of making me feel like a queen, a goddess. He hung on every word I said and always looked directly into my eyes with those gorgeous brown eyes of his whenever we were in conversation. We talked about almost everything and he always made me feel my opinion was valid and valuable. He was as dependable as the sun and moon and if he told me something I could bank on it. Handsome? Oh yes, he was a beautiful man. Still young enough to be virile but old enough to be wise in the ways of the world and love. Lean and of muscular build with dark hair just beginning to gray at the temples and a goatee sprinkled with silver. I was being cautious but I knew in my soul, someday I was going to strip everything off and recklessly dive into those arms of his.
Finally the plane arrived and as I entered the lobby he was waiting for me. When our eyes met, his eyes locked onto my emeralds in a long welcome embrace, and then his strong arms enfolded me.
"Welcome, I’m so glad you’re here. Have been lonesome for you, Love. You look absolutely good enough to eat" He whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck and sending little skin shivers down my spine.
His scent was woodsy and manly. It was the same fragrance that always surrounded him and I felt my skin warm with desire as my nipples hardened beneath my clothing and I wondered if he could feel them pressed against his chest. Soon I knew that he must have, for against my thigh I felt his own hard response demanding my attention.
"I’ve missed you too Stevan and it’s been a hard day….no pun intended, I giggled as my hand discreetly slipped in between us, out of view of the crowd milling around us and gave his welcoming committee a tiny squeeze. I felt it harden and push against my hand like a steel rod. That was one thing Stevan said he adored about me, my brazen disregard for what was acceptable in public. I was always discreet but I would touch him however and whenever I wanted to.
"Mmmm," he sighed, "Would you like to go out to a restaurant to eat, or perhaps the hotel lounge or just what would be your pleasure Fair Lady?"
By now my desire was running ahead of my common sense and I would hate for him to know what pleasure I really wanted from him, and as soon as possible.
"I’m really tired Sweet Man and my muscles are tense and achy. Could we just order something from room service?"
"Sounds perfect, let me just go pick up your luggage and we‘ll get a cab to the hotel."
"Don’t bother about the bags, Stevan, they lost them at my layover."
"Oh Donna, I’m so sorry," He grinned that infectious grin that I adored. "Now you won’t have a thing to wear. What a shame!"
"Don’t worry, Stevan. I’m sure there will be a bathrobe there and I can always wear one of your shirts."
His eyes moved shamelessly up and down my body as that knowing grin once again caught the corners of his sensual lips.
"Sorry, Darlin, just imagining those legs exposed and that white dress shirt of mine bulging at the buttons with that round beauty bouncing under it."
"Stevan, you are incorrigible! Let’s go."
It was freezing outside, mid December with snow on the ground and big lazy flakes falling all around us as we exited the taxi in front of the hotel. The sixteenth floor room had a railed balcony and a view of the city skyline to die for. Warm colors in the décor made it cozy and inviting. There was a fireplace graced with burning gas logs. Looking beyond another door into the bedroom there was a huge four poster bed that seemed to be whispering "Come lie on me." I could feel my tightly wound nerves beginning to unwind already.
"I bought a bottle of gardenia scented bubble bath for you, I know how we both love that fragrance. Take a long leisurely bath, Donna and I’ll send down for dinner from room service. There’s no robe My Sweet, but here, take this shirt." he said as he handed me a white dress shirt and kissed me gently on my forehead.
Just the nearness of him caused my body to once again react with desire as I felt the my nipples harden against the lace bra and tingling warmth capturing the feminine flower between my thighs. With a backward glance at him standing before the fire, the telephone receiver pressed to his ear and I knew tonight would be the night; the first of many times we would make love.
I lit the candles Stevan had thoughtfully set out in the bathroom, turned off the lights and drew the water as deeply as the tub would hold and as hot as I could stand it. Amazing what a tub full of hot gardenia-scented, bubbly water can do for a woman’s spirit and body! After a long soak I felt almost human again, muscles still tired and achy but much of the stress had disappeared down the drain with the bubbles.
Standing before the mirror I took stock of my bare body, still youthful and firm with porcelain skin and shoulder length deep auburn hair. It was my eyes that always first drew the attention of anyone who glanced at my face. Light jade-green with almost a transparent glow and a constant gaze that captured the eyes of the beholder and, I had been told, made them feel as though I could see into their soul.
