The Box (Part 3)

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.