I was wondering what happened to the tapes when the touch of your fingers brought me back to the present. You gently pull my face to yours and kiss me softly. As you lay back I find my body following until my head is resting on your chest, your hardness is press against my stomach, and my wet pubic mound is resting on your thigh. Some times after his sit-ups he would orally please me or I would orally please him. Some times we’ll fall eagerly into a mutual pleasing 69, or some times I would just mount him and slowly rock back and forth, but we would always lay arm in arm and talk about our daily plans after we’re spent. As we lay together you ask if I remember what day it is today? You remind me it’s February 14 and ask me if we could spend a quite evening at home. I look into his eyes and get a quick wink and he says he has a special surprise for me. I almost orgasm when he says that. Each of his surprises has led me into a world of ecstasy that I thought never existed. We agreed on having dinner at home that night and he says he’ll be home at 5 PM. He rolls on to his side and stands. He takes my hands in his and helps me to my feet. He takes me in his arm as we go to shower together. I can hardly remember his hands soaping my body and cleaning each and every inch of my soft skin. I can barely remember the rest of the shower, breakfast, or him dressing. I know every time I look deep into his eyes I have trouble thinking about anything else, but when he mention a special surprise I become numb with anticipation. He gives me a hug and kisses me good bye. After he’s gone my senses return and I start to think of way of greeting him when he gets home. I can forget about doing much work today and begin to plan my greeting for my lover.

It’s ten minutes to five and I make a last minute check of my preparation. Kitchen first, dinner is warming, and the wine is chilled. Bathroom next. A scalding hot bubble bath, candles, and our bathrobes hanging behind the door. Now a final check of me. I examine myself in the full-length mirror. I’m dress in black except for the white sheer blouse. I can see the outline of my lacey black bra though my blouse. I turn around to check that the black mini skirt is covering every thing its suppose too. When I lean forward the hem lifts enough to expose the top of my black stockings and the hint that I’m wearing a garter belt to hold them up. To finish my outfit I’m wearing the pair of black spiked high heel shoes we bought on one of our erotic shopping trips. I smooth the mini skirt over the curve of my hips, check my profile, and go to the living room to wait. I’ve already queued the CD and I sit on the chair I placed in the middle of the room. As the clock strikes 5 I hear your car pull up. I cross my legs and begin to twirl the satin cord around my finger.