'Wow, you look stunning' my husband said as I walked out of the bathroom of our hotel room, looking down at myself my nipples were standing erect and clearly visible with me being told not to wear a bra, I was also told not to wear knickers, just red stockings, heels and dress.
This had all been planned for weeks, a secret meeting, a valentines present to ourselves. I had no idea who'd he'd arranged to come to our room?, all I knew is that he was meeting him, her or them in the bar downstairs, he would text me when my meet was on the way up to the room, he would stay in the bar and I would wait for the knock on the door!.
'I'm so nervous' I eventually said, my husband walked over and held me gently, 'Don't worry, you'll be fine' and added 'it's not too late to say no?' I shook my head and smiled, it's all we could talk about for days, I leaned up and kissed my husband 'I'm sure if you are'? The butterflies in my stomach were going mad!
Time passed slowly. I nervously paced around the room; my husband was sat on the bed, his phone in his hand smiling at me. 'Please, give me a clue to who's coming' I asked him, he smiled back at me 'No, it's a surprise, relax' he replied. I carried on walking the room, sipping the ice cold wine we had sent to the room earlier, fanning myself and padding my fore head, cleavage and under my arms with tissues, 'Why is it so hot I here'? I asked frustratingly. 'I'll open the window', my husband stood placed his phone on the desk and opened the window letting in the cool air and sounds of the city.
The moment of calm was lost when his phone vibrated and bleeped!, he looked at his phone, then at me, smiled nervously, picked it up and read the message, 'you ready?' he asked?. My heart was beating like mad, I just nodded and smiled.