"Valentine's Day, my ass," Lillian muttered as she slammed the door and dropped her keys in a dish on the entryway table. She slipped out of her heels with a sigh of relief and started padding down the hall towards the bedroom. Her husband Cameron was out of town so she had the place to herself. Work had been hell and her secretary had received a ridiculously large bouquet of flowers from her boyfriend while all Lillian got was a measly text with a few hearts from Cam. Big whoop. All she wanted was her pajamas and a glass of wine, in that order.
As she passed the guest bath she did a double take. Taped to the door was single red rose and a sign that read, "come in and enjoy a long hot soak." What the hell? How had Cam arranged this one? The man loved surprising her, something she loved about him even after a decade of marriage.
She opened the door slowly, shocked to see there was a steaming hot bubble bath already drawn, with a glass of wine on the lip of the tub. She laughed and felt her stress level drop. She didn't know how he had done it, probably had one of their friends come over. Who was she to refuse such a nice gesture?
Her smartly cut black suit hit the floor and she let the work day go with it. In the mirror she checked out her body, still slim from years of ballet. Even at thirty she was willowy with firm breasts that turned upwards where her nipples shaded the skin a deep rose. She bundled up her sable hair and climbed into the tub, eyes closing on a sigh as she sank into the heat.
As she soaked the day away she grabbed the soap and lathered herself up. She ran sudsy hands over her breasts and felt her nipples harden. Hmmm. Too bad hubby wasn't around, she could feel herself getting aroused. She thought of him as she started to run her finger over her clit, remembering the last time they'd made love.
It was a couple weeks ago, and he'd just come back from another business trip. He'd practically attacked her the second the door closed behind them and they had had frenzied sex on the living room floor. Afterwards he asked her the same question he always did, "what is your ultimate fantasy?"
In the past she had avoided the question, joking about George Clooney, or saying that Cam was her fantasy come true. He always laughed but seemed a tiny bit disappointed. For some reason this time she had told him the truth, something she had never admitted to anyone. An orgy.
The water sloshed close to the rim as Jillian picked up the pace and imagined the scene she had described to him. Total darkness. Naked bodies everywhere, but no one could see who was who. There was just touching and licking and everyone fucking, not knowing who their partner was. Just pleasure.
She crested with a shudder, feeling her center spasm.
With a sigh, Jillian drained the tub and dried herself off. She swung her favorite fluffy robe around her and headed out. The heat from the bath combined with the wine on an empty stomach made her head swim pleasantly as she made her way to the bedroom. She froze as she saw another rose taped to the door. The sign read, "ask and you shall receive." What did that mean? She shook her head and smiled, sure she'd find a present on her pillow next. Her favorite chocolates? A piece of jewelry? This Valentine's day was looking up.
She opened the door and flipped the switch, but no lights came on. Her heart skipped a beat. Just a dead light bulb, she thought. But they had just changed it last week. She tried it again, nothing. She heard a small creak, like someone was in the bed. Her heart was now racing.
"Cameron? Is that you? This isn't funny, seriously," she thought about bolting to the kitchen for a knife or something.
"Surprise," Cam's voice was the sweetest thing she had ever heard. "Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart," he said as he patted the bed next to him. "Why don't you get in here with me?"
"I'm going to kill you," she laughed as she dropped the robe and climbed into their bed. "You scared me to death," she snuggled up to him. "I thought you were in Boston."
"I came back early," he said as he began to kiss her. Her skin was still hot from the bath and smelled like gardenias. He breathed her in as he positioned himself on top of her.