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Music, he thought suddenly. We'll need music! He pulled out the briefcase and began to unpack the player, the speakers, and the collection of CDs. Jazz, rock, romantic favorites, and a favorite compilation of Sinatra for when it was time roll out the big artillery.
David retrieved the scented candles and set them out in the room and the bath, lighting them as he went. The toiletries were arranged in the bath, the bubble bath, the soap and shampoo, the loofah, and the delicate razor. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply the scent of jasmine and he knows it is time for him to dress. What should I start with, he asked aloud, the dark navy silk boxers or the skimpy black briefs? The boxers won round one.
Shall I be fully dressed or simply add a robe, he asked himself. A favorite golf shirt and crisp pair of slacks took the decision in round two. He checked the drape of the shirt on his chest and the fit of the slacks in the large freestanding mirror. Will this satisfy the image she has developed over the past few weeks of her own surging anticipation; the interesting face, far from pretty boy sweet, the greenish blues eyes twinkling, and the smile not too broad and goofy.
Then he thought about Holly, this beautiful young girl, and him, easily old enough to be her father, and mused over the nature of their attraction. She wasn't the kind of girl who normally went for guys like him. He was okay with his looks, but easily admitted to not being the most handsome guy in the world; he lived comfortably, but wasn't rich by any means; he had a small circle of good friends, but was no celebrity. But then she was so unlike the other women whom he had known and loved over the years. She had youth and spirit and beauty and intelligence and was lovingly attracted to him. It was as if the day they had met the balance of nature had tilted off its normal axis into his favor, and he knew there was no holding back a thing. Then he chuckled thinking about how the days and hours had dwindled down now to minutes and the knock of room service reverberated.
The champagne cart arrived early, but before the waiter hustled off with his gratuity, he surveyed the room, checking out the clothes and toys, then grinned broadly. "Good luck, Sir," he said with a smile and a wink.
David took another survey of the room and a glance at his watch as the champagne settled down into the ice. He stepped back outside for a moment, hoping that some fresh air would take the edge off his anticipation. A warm southerly breeze had brushed off the dampness of the morning rain, mussing his hair down into his eyes, making him turn to face it, his eyes squinting. Several deep breaths brought no end to the jittery sense of impending delight inside him, so long anticipated and planned and now minutes or even seconds away.
Leaving the door open just a crack, he stepped back inside the scented room, a romantic glow making it seem like a world far away from the one he left that morning, and the one she had left as well. The stage was set; the cast was assembling. He slumped into one of the soft comfortable chairs, his legs sprawled loosely, belying his tense anticipation. "Like the old song goes," he said aloud, "All I really need is the girl!"
A moment later there was a knock at the door and David stood slowly and moved lazily over to the door. Not wanting to look too anxious or eager, he took a deep breath, tried to curl his mouth into a relaxed smile, and then turned the door handle. With a nod of her head and a little tilt to the side, a lovely smile spread across Holly's face. Her gorgeous red hair and bright green eyes lit up the hallway. Wearing a pale blue sweater over khaki Capri pants, she struck a sweet but sexy pose, her wonderful curves and long legs angled so tantalizingly. When she smiled and licked her lips, he tried to stammer a greeting, but the words stumbled out of his mouth unintelligible and she nearly laughed out loud.
"Aren't you going to ask me in?" she blurted out, her sweet breathy voice teasing his ears.
He simply waved his hand toward the room and she wheeled her bags inside and set them beside the armoire. She looked the room over as she stepped toward the windows, her eyes lingering on the bed where the finery was laid out.
"Looks like you're expecting someone, David," she said, pulling the curtains aside to take in the view.
"I am," he said. "The most beautiful girl in the world."
"You're sweet, but you can't be talking about me," she laughed.
"There's no one else here but you," he said stepping up behind her. "Whom else could I be talking about?"
"The room is beautiful, David," she said, turning about and easing her body into his open arms, slipping her fingers over the muscles of his arms and shoulders. "And aren't you a beautiful hunk of man!"
"It is so wonderful to see you again, Holly," he said, pulling her close. "I've missed you."
"I feel the same," she said tossing her head back and nestling up closer to him, and pressing her belly and breasts up against him.
"Darlin', you are so beautiful," he replied, his hands slipping down behind her waist.
"Lover, did I ever tell you how much it turns me on when you call me Darlin'?" she asked bringing her lips closer to his.
"About a hundred times," he said. "About as often as I told you about the way you call me lover."
Their faces were a breath apart, their noses were barely touching, and their eyes were locked on each other.
"Darlin'," he whispered.
"Lover," she replied in a voice even softer that burned into him.
Their lips brushed lightly and their tongues quickly made an introduction as their arms wrapped around each other. David could feel the electric warmth pass from her body into his as their kiss turned wild and passionate. After the days of yearning, they were together; the emotions were finally rising to the surface; their hands moved up and down each other's backside, touching, feeling, and exploring. Their mouths hungrily pressed together, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth. He could feel her body shiver as they let themselves go for a moment or two.
"How was that?" she asked huskily as they parted for a breath.
"Nice!" he mumbled. "Pretty darned nice!"
"Pretty darned nice!" she laughed. "I practically suck your tongue down my throat and you call it pretty darn nice?"
He stood there feeling helpless as she took a step back. After all of the glib and witty and heartfelt love letters he had written, pouring out his heart to her and he could think of nothing to say.
"Maybe you should let your cock do your talking for you," she said bringing her hand up to his crotch. "Mmm, feels like at least part of you likes me!"
"Gives me away every time," he laughed. "Say, how about some champagne?"
"I thought you'd never ask," she replied stepping over to a chair and taking a seat.
David expertly opened the bottle of champagne and poured them each a glass. He stepped over to the chair where she was seated and handed her a glass. She smiled and took it appreciatively. He gazed down at her sitting there, her long legs lightly crossed, the champagne glass suspended from her long fingers delicately, and he felt so lucky to be the one sharing this weekend rendezvous.
"Cheers!" he said.
She nodded and they each took a sip.
"Very nice!"
"Very nice!" he said sitting in the other chair. "A bottle of Dom Perignon and she says very nice!"
They laughed together and for a moment looked at each other. Their smiles melted away and were replaced by a lingering loving look. For several minutes they sat silently, looking into each other's eyes, sipping champagne, and listening to the John Coltrane compilation disc. A couple of times, it looked as if she was going to say something, but bit her lip or sipped her champagne instead. David finally broke their silence.
"How was your drive over?" he asked.
"Too long," she replied. "I couldn't wait to get here, but now that I am it's quite worthwhile."
"Maybe I should draw the bath for you," he said getting up from the chair. "You must want to freshen up from your trip."
Holly simply nodded and looked on as he ambled toward the bathroom. The tub was a large old-fashioned claw-foot style with gorgeous brass fixtures, which he filled with plenty of bubble bath and warm water. Even with the early afternoon sun, the bathroom lighting seemed too bright, so he retreated to the room and pulled out a couple of extra candles for illumination. Once they were set up and lit, the room was filled with a rosy amber glow that seemed more gentle and romantic. Once the bath was set, he moved back out into the room. She was standing by the dresser looking over the stack of CDs, having unpacked her things into the armoire and dresser. He stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He felt her shiver again as he slipped his hands down along her arms then around to her stomach.
"Madam's bath is ready," he announced with the fake British accent of a butler.
She leaned back into him, letting her head fall backward alongside his face, her red hair brushing against his cheek. He pulled his hands up and cupped her breasts for a moment. He could feel her nipples tighten up as his fingers gently caressed her sensitive flesh. She set her glass down and rested her hands on top of his for a moment before slowly turning around to face him.
"I'm ready whenever you are, Cheeves," she said, her voice still husky with passion. She raised her hands up over her head and smiled coyly. When he simply stood there, she tapped her foot playfully. "Silly boy, you need to undress me before you give me a bath you know."
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