The knowing look on the woman’s face went unnoticed by Jon who was desperately trying to hide his erection while paying for their room.  Lucy watched, burning inside from this flustered state that was so unlike him; hands shaking as he placed the card back into his wallet, fingers tapping the desk as he impatiently waited for the receipt.  When Lucy looked back at the woman, their eyes met and she felt her cheeks warm as the woman winked at her while handing over the much anticipated slip and room key.

After aggressively grabbing her hand, they flew out of the front office and to their room in such a whirlwind she didn’t even remember walking there.  The door closed loudly behind them as he pushed her against it; warm breath on her neck and roaming hands that didn’t seem to know where to start or stop.  The temperature of the room was cool, but her body was ablaze; every place he touched felt like electricity was surging through her.  Damp lips left a trail from her earlobe to collarbone, as he slid his hands down the curves he loves so much.  Lucy was breathing so fast she could feel her lips start to tingle and had to command herself to stay present in the moment.

With his hands gripping the back of her thighs, he pulled her legs up around his waist, pressing hard against her while he tasted the sweetness of her mouth.  She felt weightless there, ankles tightly crossed at the base of his back, while her fingers slipped through waves of his hair.  There was something so sexy about this sophisticated man looking so vulnerable, so untidy with his messy hair and half tucked shirt.  Lucy always wondered if his employees could even picture their boss looking so unkempt and the very idea made something stir inside of her.

He slowly let her back down, allowing his hands to glide back up to her bottom, fingertips grazing the silky new panties he asked her to put on.  The sensation only fanned the fire that had grown within him and he dropped to his knees, lifting her dress to get a closer look.  Lucy gasped as he rubbed his fingers over the damp spot that had formed, and her fingers made their way back into his soft brown hair.  Jon did everything he could to keep the intensity building, knowing the end reward would be more than worth it.  Starting at her knees he teased her with kisses as he kneaded her thick ass, his approval verbally obvious through the groans he made.  Little whimpers slipped through her lips as he drew closer and closer to her throbbing pussy.  Being almost too much to bear, she arched her back and subconsciously thrust her hips in his direction.  A quick smile formed on his face, knowing how desperate she was for his tongue to dance along her swollen clit.  He pulled her toward him, and gently kissed the outside of her panties before standing up.

Lucy’s lip puffed out as she pouted but Jon grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head before she could object.  The dress crumpled to the floor as he stepped back, admiring the perfect contrast the deep grey fabric was against her porcelain skin.  His expression changed, it was obvious he truly didn’t know what to say.  She felt naked in front of him, more exposed beneath his gaze than if she were actually completely nude.  Tired of standing with her back against the door, allowing him to tease her, she made her move.

Arm extended, hand on his chest, she forced him to walk backwards until he was against the wall opposite the front door.  After placing a single kiss on his wanting lips, she slowly eased herself onto her knees, allowing her hand to casually slide down his chest and over his abdomen, stopping at his belt.  With her face inches away from the bulge in his pants, she slipped the black leather through the buckle and unbuttoned his slacks.  Mimicking the way he teased, she allowed her hands to roam, resting on his backside and with her teeth, she carefully pulled his zipper down; looking up at his shocked expression while watched this new move of hers.

In one quick movement, she pulled down his pants and boxer briefs, freeing his cock from the cotton cage that he’d been pressed against for most of the day.  The air felt refreshing against his skin, and it took only a moment for Lucy’s touch to drive him wild.  She was so gentle, and her warm mouth against his flesh always felt just as passionate as making love.  She took her time, leaving a line of kisses down the length of his shaft and when she got to the base, allowed her tongue to slide it’s way back to the tip, cleaning the drips her kisses had caused.   Jon’s legs were shaking as her mouth surrounded him for the first time today, and he did nothing to hold back his pleasure filled groans.  Reaching a hand around the back of her head, he thrust in and out of her for a moment, closing his eyes as he lost himself in the sensation.  The build up of the day made him feel more sensitive than normal and it wasn’t long before he felt the intensity climbing.  Her swirling tongue, the heat of her mouth, the softness of her lips; he was almost unable to hold back.  He pulled her head back and raised her to her feet, immediately tangling his tongue with hers.

After unbuttoning and removing his shirt, Lucy felt his hands slide around her back, and her nipples perked up as her bra straps slipped down over her arms and onto the floor.  She thought for a moment about picking it up, knowing it had to have been expensive, but the gentle nibbling of her nipple made her feel frozen in place.

“Oh Lucy, I need you so badly!” Jon whispered in her ear, realizing it was the first time either of them had spoken since entering the room.  A gentle kiss on her lope and it was like a dam broke; kisses were fierce, grips were tight, and he laid her down, finally ready to show her the unity he felt with her.  Lucy laid on her back, bottom near the edge of the bed, as he lifted her hips to help her remove the panties he’d chosen for her.  Her smooth lips were glistening from her arousal, clit swollen and exposed; ready to finally feel her lover deep inside of her.

Jon stood over her, and with steady hands brought her legs up to rest on his hips.  His fiery brown eyes locked hers in place as he slowly slid inside of her.  Lucy found herself biting her lip hard, trying not to make a sound as every feeling in her body seemed to surge toward her filled cunt.  He leaned over, placing one hand on the bed near her neck and the other on her face, slowly stroking her cheek as he gently rocked in and out of her.  All the love they had for each other was captured in this moment; their bodies connecting as one, filling needs deeper than either of them could understand.

With lips brushing and perspiring foreheads touching, their swell of emotions reached its peak.  Lucy tightly closed her eyes as her pussy clamped around her lovers cock, sending Jon into his own spasms; pouring his pleasure into her and allowing their passion to become one.  He lifted her further up onto the bed and laid down beside her, pulling her onto his chest and hugging her tightly.  They both knew nothing in the world could top their love for each other, and felt nothing but peace at the thought of it.

Jon quietly cleared his throat, breaking the silence, “Still curious about what’s in the the box?”

“What box?” Lucy replied with a smirk.

Lucy thought it was going to be difficult keeping herself busy today, but it seemed as though Jon already had it all figured out.  The longer she thought about it, the more she realized he had been a little different lately.  They were always very passionate with each other, but just the other day he got a little teary eyed telling her how much she meant to him.  It had slipped her mind until this moment, and her thoughts lingered there, trying to remember every detail of it.  He was so gentle with her, bringing his hand to her face and lightly stroking her cheek with his thumb, the soft kisses he placed on her lips, nose, and forehead, and the beautiful way his words formed as he spoke to her while they made love together.  She felt her own tears begin to form, but willed them away as she pulled up to Peaceful Massage for her appointment.

After taking a moment to compose herself, she made her way to the building.  The front door chimed as she opened it and she was greeted by a pleasant looking woman.  ”You must be Lucy!” the lady said with a bright smile on her face.

“How did you know it was me?  I wasn’t even sure when my appointment was.” Lucy admitted, quite surprised.

“The gentleman who made your appointment did a wonderful job describing you, and you’re just as beautiful as he said!”  Lucy could feel her face burn red, knowing that her Jon told this attractive woman she was beautiful.  The lady asked if she was ready, and led Lucy to the warm room where she was going to get pampered even more.

She wasn’t even aware of how tight her muscles had been, but by the end of the session, she felt relaxed and weightless.  The full body massage led to a facial, and the facial led to a manicure, and the manicure led to a pedicure; she felt like a princess and was a little guilty at the attention she was receiving.  Each surprise led to an overwhelming feeling of excitement that grew from the pit of her stomach.  The ladies took their time, and it wasn’t long before she felt just as beautiful as Jon had described her.

They ladies left the conversation light, seeming to know Lucy had much on her mind, and during her pedicure she took a moment to send Jon a text of his own.

My Jon, you’ve already done far more today than I deserve!  Hopefully later tonight I’ll be able to repay you.  XOXO – L

Thanking the ladies, she turned and waved goodbye, feeling confident and on top of the world.  Her watch showed that she had about an hour and a half before their meetup, so she decided to spend a little time with her grandmother first.  She stopped at her favorite florist and purchased a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers, and made her way to the cemetery.

Her grandmother was her source of strength, the woman who encouraged her, adored her, and raised her when her own mother decided running away was more important than taking care of her.  Lucy was eight years old the last time she saw her biological mother, and even before then she was hardly around.  She never had a need for her, never missed her or wished she was around; her grandmother naturally filled that space and nurtured the beautiful young lady she was becoming.

She parked the car, grabbed the flowers, and advanced toward the granite bench which served as a marker for her grave.  In the months before her passing, Lucy and her grandmother would sit on the shaded bench outside of Harlow, hand in hand, just enjoying the company of each other.  Some days they would talk about the past they shared or hopes for the future, and other times they would sit in silence, both knowing the time they shared together was coming to a close.

Visiting her grandmother like this was challenging at first, but she learned to just sit in silence, and feel her presence.  Today, she wanted to tell her all about the amazing things Jon was doing and how excited and nervous she was.  Her heart ached, wishing so badly that they could have met, knowing for sure that they would have adored each other.  She sat for a long time, feeling the warm sun on her face and reflecting on the beautiful memories she would always cherish.  With a sense of peace and warmth, she said goodbye to her grandmother and walked back to the car, ready to finally see her man, and unwrap the mystery of the small box in her pocket.

Lucy drove in silence to their special spot; a small public beach where they first met.  They were walking toward each other across a wooden footbridge, both with their heads down, where they literally bumped into each other, causing her sunglasses to fall from her head and onto the bridge.  She squatted down, immediately telling him he needed to watch where he was going, but when she looked up and saw his face, she changed her tone completely.  He apologized, extending his hand to her, and she saw a deep sincerity in his eyes.  Without dropping her gaze, she accepted his hand as he pulled her back up.  After asking if he could make up for it by buying her an ice cream from the shop just down the road, she laughed and agreed.  Conversation flowed effortlessly between them while they walked together, and after their ice cream was gone, he asked if she’d join him for dinner that night.

She smiled as she recalled the way things unfolded from that evening on, feeling so blessed that this amazing man came into her life at the perfect time.  Fortunately, her drive felt short thanks to her wandering mind, and it wasn’t long before she slowly pulled into the crowded parking lot.  After flipping down her visor to make sure she looked okay, she opened the door and made her way to the bridge, where she was sure Jon was waiting for her.

Despite the large crowds, Jon instantly saw her as she walked along the path that led to the bridge.  His gazed was fixed, knowing for sure she hadn’t seen him yet, and his breath was taken away by her simple beauty.  It wasn’t long before Lucy felt his eyes and looked his way.  She touched the small box in her pocket and smiled, instantly feeling her steps quicken in an effort to get to him faster.  He looked so sharp, light blue dress shirt tucked perfectly into his slate grey slacks, hands in his pockets, soft brown hair perfectly combed; looking more like he was modeling for GQ than waiting for her.  His smile broadened as she approached, reaching for her, pulling her against his chest.  She could hear his heart pounding, despite the fact that he had been standing still, and she felt instantly charged by the sound of it.

It felt like days since she had seen him, and the warmth of his arms around her penetrated the depths of her heart.  Jon put his hands on either side of her face, locking their eyes.  She could see a deep fire within them, an amazing passion, and before even placing a kiss on her lips, she could feel him growing against her.  That feeling always sent her over the edge, but she did the best she could to contain herself, reminding herself this was a public place.

“I planned a picnic for us, but it can wait.  I have to get you alone.  Now.”  Jon whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.  ”Leave your car here, we’ll come back later.”  It wasn’t like Jon to abandon plans, but Lucy wasn’t about to object.  She felt the same fire he was, and felt equally as desperate.

Holding hands and half jogging across the parking lot, he opened the passenger door for her, gave her another heavy kiss, and ran around to the driver’s side, the need growing stronger with every passing second.  Lucy wasn’t used to seeing Jon so flustered.  He was normally so composed, usually teasing her as she begged for release.  The buildup of the entire day was getting the best of them both, and she did everything she could to keep herself from pouncing on him the second he closed his door.

Once the car was in drive, Lucy moved to the center seat, knowing a well placed hand and soft kisses on his neck would drive him wild.  Feeling the desire through his pants was enough to produce a growl from deep in his throat, and she could feel him swell beneath the pressure of her hand.

“Do you have any idea how wet you’ve made me today?” Lucy whispered in his ear.  He let out a breathy sigh, and lamely attempted to get her to stop, letting her know he was moments from pulling the car over if she kept going.  A coy smile crossed her face as she continued kneading his cock while nibbling his ear; telling him if she could hold back earlier, that he could now.  Hearing her talk about touching herself in the shower nearly sent him over the edge, his pre-cum leaving a small spot on his slacks, and a gasp escaping Lucy’s mouth.  At this point she was teasing herself just as much; she pulled her hand away from his lap and reached up the bottom of her dress, giving him a glimpse of the panties he left for her this morning, while slowly petting the damp spot her throbbing pussy had made.  It was too much for Jon to handle, and he pulled into the next motel he saw, caring only about getting Lucy alone, to show her exactly how she made him feel.

Overwhelmed by emotion, the box was forgotten for the first time today, and all that mattered was getting behind that motel room door, and allowing the passion to erupt.

She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled.  Jon was always sending her after the craziest little things to keep her amused.  Last week it was an adventure that led her to a bouquet of fabric roses, this week, who knows.  The box was small, not elegantly packaged, but the look didn’t sway her thoughts.  She knew he was always coming up with some way to shock her, she was positive this little box contained nothing more than a clue to something even bigger.  She walked briskly across the paved sidewalk near the open water, knowing it was only moments until she’d get to embrace this amazing man…

Such a clever man, her Jon, carefully hiding this box inside her robe pocket as he slipped off to work.  He knew her routine never changed; she’d slip out of bed, cover her soft body with the fluffy pink robe that hung from a hook in their bathroom, and head to the kitchen to pour herself a cup of the coffee he set to brew before he walked out the door.

On this particular morning she took her time getting out of bed, stretching her arms above her head and rubbing the sleepy seeds from her eyes.  She paused as she walked past the full length mirror, taking a moment to soak in her appearance.  She didn’t know what he saw in her; pale skin, a little too much around her midsection and thighs, stretch marks…but she promised herself a long time ago she wouldn’t dwell on that type of negative thinking.  Shaking her head at herself, she walked into the bathroom and reached for her robe.  It felt heavy to her as she slipped it across her back and onto her left arm.  A smile played across her face as it dawned on her.  She slipped her hand into the pocket and pulled out her prize.

She examined the package; plain brown paper closed with twine, about the size of a ring box, but she knew better.  She looked for his elegant script, but just as she had expected, there was none.  Jon wasn’t shy about expressing his feelings, and there wasn’t nearly enough space on this parcel for him.  She knew better than to open it, he always left her a little note to go along with her treats and with wild eyes, she skipped into the kitchen to find the note she knew he had left; folded in half in front of her coffee mug.

“Lucy, my beautiful queen, you amaze me and impress me each day with your unconditional love and devotion.  If I could wrap the world I would give it all to you, but consider this to be as close as I can get for now.  Meet me at our special place at 4 pm, I’m getting off work early.  No peeking.  - Jon”

He sure knew just how to make her heart flutter and frustrate her at the same time.  Like a little girl, she held the box up to her ear and shook it, hearing nothing.  She placed it in front of her nose and smelled it, and only got the earthy scent of the twine.  A quick glace at the clock made her realize that her day was going to drag on, 4:00 felt days away from the 7:20 that was staring back at her.  Though it drove her crazy, she knew it would be worth the wait…(more to come…)