by EJ Sankey
She hung up the phone and looked around the office. She felt the walls close in around her, it was suffocating. Day in and day out, the same job, taking orders, nine to five. She looked at the clock, “Four thirty, almost time to leave this prison. I can go home and take a bath and relax with a glass of wine,” she said quietly to herself.
Closing her eyes, she leaned back and imagined it. The warmth of the water, the bubbles tickling her nose, the buzz the wine was going to give her. It was so vivid, she could smell the scented candles that were going to surround the tub. She was so ensconced in her own vision of paradise. She wasn't really paying any attention to the rest of the world around her. That is when she was abruptly brought back to reality.
“Judith, Judith? Hey are you with me?” She heard that voice accompanied by the snap of a finger. Judith was jolted out of her trance, looking toward the voice. It was her co-worker Keeley. “Hey, you okay?” Keeley asked with a concerned look.
Judith smiled snapping back to reality. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking of something, that's all.”
“Oh, who is he? Do I know him, is he cute?” Keeley teased.
“No, nothing like that. Just personal things.” Judith tried to avoid a discussion of her delicious daydream.
“Oh,” Keeley said in disappointment. “Well, a whole bunch of us are headed over to the restaurant that is just inside the hotel down the street. Would you like to join us?”
Judith sat there for a second and thought about it; she nodded her head, “That actually sounds good, what time?”
“About five thirty,” her friend chirped.
Judith rubbed her face, “I'll be there, who is coming?”
“Just some of the other girls, and now you,” Keeley said, smiling at her friend.
“Cool, I'll meet you there.” Judith's dream of the relaxing bath was placed in the back or her mind.
“Okay, that sounds good,” Keeley said walking away.
Judith got up to go to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face, and adjusted her hair and makeup. She was making sure everything looked clean and tidy, before she returned to her desk to close up for the night.
She walked along the street looking at all the windows filled with wonderful things to buy. She was killing some time before meeting up with everyone. When she got to the restaurant, all her friends were just being seated and she followed. To break the ice for being late she quickly blurted something out. “Hey guys, I was just thinking about taking a vacation. I've just needed some me time lately.” Judith looked around the circle at her friends.
They all looked at her. “Is everything thing okay, sweetie?” Keeley voiced the question for the group.
Judith waived her hand and took a sip of water. “Yeah, everything is fine. I was just thinking about taking a vacation that's all.”
“Oh, where?” Michelle asked, enthused.
“I am not sure yet. I was thinking of either Costa Rica or Maui or some place tropical like that,” Judith sighed.
“Nice, I went to the Canary Islands last year, they were beautiful,” Jane chimed in.
“Oh, now, there is a place that is on my mental list of upcoming vacations,” Judith said with a forced smile on her face.
They all laughed. “Three cheers for upcoming vacations,” Michelle said, holding up her glass.
“Yes, hear, hear!” Judith said, holding up her glass and joining in on the toast. Secretly, she was bored, she wanted to get out of this city, she wanted to move to somewhere more exciting. She slowly retreated from the other ladies at the table. She just sat back and watched them. They didn't notice, they all became engrossed in their own conversations and lives. Sitting back, Judith slipped into her own world. Sipping her glass of water, waiting on the waitress to take their drink order, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She looked over to the other side of the room. There was a man standing there at the bar with a drink in his hand, staring at her.
She smiled a little, and looked bashfully away. The man walked toward her, he looked at her like she was the only woman in the room. He reached for her, he took her by the hand and gracefully twirled her out of her chair so she was facing him. Nothing was said, she just stared into his eyes. She'd never felt so safe in her life. He didn't take his eyes off of her as they moved toward the elevators. They got in and headed up to the pent house. Silence.
The room was beautiful, there was a waterfall in the corner of the room that flowed into a small pond with fish. The balcony over looked the river. A bar snaked through the living room. The floors were marble covered with plush rugs. The lighting was perfect, there was slow music in the background, the sweet smell of flowers filled the room. She turned to look at him, “Who are you?”
Smiling he took off his coat hanging it on the back of a bar stool. “I am who ever you want me to be,” his voice was a rumble that called to her.
“What am I doing here, why am I here?” Judith's eyes were locked with his.
He walked over to her and put his finger on her lips ever so gently, “Shhhh, this evening is all about you. All I want is for you to enjoy it.”
She felt her face get hot, no one ever told her that. He softly kissed her parted lips. He looked her in the eyes showing her a place behind the bar. “The door is right there, there is a panic button on the wall.” He watched her reaction to the information, “Besides, if I really wanted to harm you, don't you think I would have done this a little differently? Your friends saw me, they watched me as I swept you away. They watched as we exited the room, they saw what I look like.”
She took a deep breath and thought about it for a moment, then she looked at him, the look on her face showed her acceptance. He took his hand and cupped her face, she leaned into his hand, letting herself go. His hand moved down her arm to the small of her back, he pulled her close. She inhaled his scent, memorizing the way he smelled. He smelled like a man should, of wind, moonlight, and power. She pressed her hands against the muscles in his back, he aroused her senses.
He released the buttons on her shirt. Slipping his hands inside, he pushed the shirt open and stepped away to look at her. Her knees felt weak. He effortlessly walked her back toward the bedroom. She looked around, there were roses and baby's breath everywhere, candles burned emitting soft light. He sat on the bed's silk sheets, beckoning her to come to him. “Come here, I have something for you.”
Once again the sound of his voice called to her. She walked over to him letting her blouse slip to the floor. She stood in front of him biting her lower lip. As she relaxed, he pulled her onto his lap, she straddled his knees. He felt her warmth as he reached under her skirt and traced the edges of her panties with his fingers.
Closing her eyes, she dropped her head back, she enjoyed the teasing of his warm fingers on her silky smooth skin. He slowly pulled out his hand away, pressing himself against her making her moan a bit. She could feel his excitement, a bulge swelling behind the zipper of his pants. He placed her on the bed and stood there. She looked at him, unfastening his belt buckle, she kissed the bulge in his pants while slowly unfastening them with her teeth. She wanted to get at the prize that was behind his zipper. She was almost there, she could feel that special part of him pulsating against her skin. He pushed against her, he grabbed her hands and held them. He let out a growl of pleasure, and looked at her. She longed to touch him, she was so close, she could smell the pheromones calling to her. She closed her eyes and breathed hard. Whispering in a pleasurable tone she pleaded with him. “Oh don't tease me. Give it to me, I want it.”
He let her go, falling on her, he pushed her toward the headboard. Then he looked into her eyes, “If you don't want this, please, please, let me know. Say no, and I will stop.” He handcuffed one of her hands to the headboard and looked at her for acceptance. She smiled and nodded. Then he took her other hand and cuffed it to the other side of the headboard. He looked at his watch. “Just in time,” he whispered in her ear while nibbling it.
“Just in time for what?” she huffed back.
There was a knock at the door.
He stood, leaving her fastened to the bed. “I have a treat for you.”
She lay back on the pillows and didn't take her eyes off of him as he walked out the room. She heard him open the door, then the sound of two male voices. Then she heard him say, “Thank you.” The door closed, she heard the sound of wheels being pushed across the floor. He came back into the room with a room service cart, there was a covered silver tray. “Are you ready for your surprise?”
She curled her legs beside her and licked her lips, “Bring it,” she whispered the challenge.
He uncovered the items on the tray and showed them to her. Her eyes widened at what she saw, there on the gleaming silver tray was a mountain of goodies. Champagne, chocolate, a fluffy mound of whipped cream, strawberries and ice cream.
He picked up the bowl of strawberries and crawled onto the bed. He picked the plumpest, ripest one tracing her lips with it, then he hovered over the middle of her mouth. She opened her mouth and tried to bite the luscious berry. He pulled it away ever so slightly. She bit into thin air.
“Uh uh uh, not yet. It's not ready,” he teased her frustrated pout. Dipping the strawberry in the whipped cream, he brought it back to her. “Now try it,” his voice was tantalizing.
She opened her mouth, let her tongue do the tasting, it was so sweet and heavenly, she bit down and let the juice drip down her chin onto her chest. He began to kiss and suck the juice from her chin and neck.
He could feel her pressing up against his chest. He took off his shirt, he was beautiful. His muscles rippled in the muted light. Picking up the whipped cream placing it next to them, he then kissed her neck. He removed her bra exposing her breasts. He covered her nipples with cool whipped cream. He teased her erect nipples with his mouth then drew her into his mouth making her thrust her head back with a moan of pleasure. The bra dropped from his fingers onto the floor beside the bed. She was naked before him, his eyes spoke his pleasure. She squirmed in anticipation.
“How do you know what I want?” she whispered, trying to catch her breath.
“That is my secret,” he said standing up. He removed his pants. She could she the outline of his manhood pressing though his fitting underwear. He was large and pulsing with expectancy. He chose one of the chocolates, “This is for me. Where would you like me to put it?”
“Un-cuff me and I will do it for you,” she whimpered.
“Oh, darling,” his voice was lyrical, “that's daring, but no, not yet.”
“Okay then, put it on the tip of your hardened cock, I want to lick the chocolate off.” Her eyes blazed with passion.
Slowly, he followed her instructions, he looked at her, watching her reaction while he followed her instructions.
“Now, come over here, I want to taste you,” her voice was a whisper.
He moved to her, softly touching her lips. She slowly opened her mouth letting that hardened part of him slide in her expectant mouth. She closed her lips around the tip sucking chocolate into her mouth. He pulled out of her mouth.
“I wasn't done,” she complained.
“Neither am I; I have a whole night of fun planed for us,” he smiled.
Intrigued, she stopped talking, she wanted to know more; she didn't want to talk about it, she wanted to experience it. Returning to the cart, he poured a glass of champagne. As he did that, she noticed something about the hand-cuffs. She realized that they weren't any ordinary hand-cuffs. This just became one of the best games ever. He brought over the glass and gave her a sip. She smiled a wicked smile and slipped out of the hand-cuffs rolling him over getting on top of him.
“I see you figured it out,” he was smiling, beginning to lick the spilled champagne from her body.
“Yes, I did,” she said taking off her skirt.
Putting his hand behind his head, he taunted her,“Do your worst, I was a bad boy, I deserve it.”
He watched as she raised her hands above her head and arched her back. Grabbing her by the waist, he lifted her as he sat up and placed her on his lap, her legs straddling him. He looked in her eyes and kissed her, she returned the kiss. Placing her on her back, he removed their underwear, flesh on flesh, hearts beating together, hands caressing each other. He looked deep in her eyes as he slowly entered her, she wrapped her arms around him, accepting the feel of him filling her.
Later, as she lay in the jacuzzi filled with rose petals and bath milk. He joined her, washing her back as she leaned forward enjoying it. He washed her breasts. She took the sponge and started washing his legs following them back to his hips.
“Do you like that?” she asked seductively.
“Yes, please, don't stop,” he groaned.
Reviving his member, she enjoyed pleasuring him, she pressed up against him. He massaged her breasts then moved slowly to her center of passion. Moving her onto his lap, her back against his chest, he entered her again, taking her to the height of passion and fulfillment.
All night long they played and tantalized each other. The whipped cream cream was all over the walls, the chocolate stained the sheets, champagne made the floor sticky, the ice cream was gone. He lay with her, holding her in his arms, enjoying her body against his.
“Rosecrans,” she spoke his name softly, kissing his hand.
“Yes Judith?” the thunder of his voice was soft against her ear.
“I love you. After thirty years of marriage, three kids, and two moves, you still know how to make a girl feel young.” She snuggled closer to him.
He tightened his embrace holding her a little bit closer. “You are still the prettiest girl I know. I still get butterflies in my stomach when I see you. I love you, too, you will always be my heart.” He nibbled at her ear, kissing her neck.
Happy tears filled her eyes, she didn't know how she ever got so lucky.