Harry flew in to the midday crowd. The flight had been long and tiring. His back and legs hurt from the cramped quarters. He stretched and twisted while waiting at the baggage carousel. The airport was packed with the normal holiday travelers. Harry needed a stiff drink and to get off his feet, but that wasn’t why he was here.
He grabbed his luggage and headed for the rental car counter. Harry was feeling some nervous energy in his body. He was focused on his mission ahead. He had to maintain that focus.
He walked out to the parking space they indicated the car would be waiting. He hit the unlock button on the key-fob. The lights on a Prius flashed. His head dropped to his chest. Prius pricks of the world unite, he muttered to himself. Normally he wouldn’t have taken this emasculation, but he didn’t see any other cars in the garage. It was a busy weekend after all. He sighed and threw his bag in the backseat.
Harry was in awe of the beauty of the land. The area was scattered with small towns tucked into the mountains. The pine and fur trees were packed thick into the slopes. He could only imagine this land would be even more beautiful with the coming snows.
He checked his phone again for the GPS directions. He was still on the right track. It said he would be there in ten minutes. He gripped the steering wheel tight. The breathed deliberately; slow and deep.
Upon arriving at his destination, he pulled his car over to the curb. He parked a few houses down. He didn’t want to announce his arrival prematurely. He went over his game plan a few more times in his head before scrapping it altogether. He was going to go out on a whim — to do whatever his heart told him to.
He walked with a determined, confident gait. Harry straightened his tie and knocked firmly on the door.
Stacey opened the door quietly a few inches before peeking to see who it was. Her eyes got wide.
“Stacey, please go get dressed. I’m taking you to dinner. You should wear something nice.”
“Harry? What are you doing here?”
“I just told you. We’re going to dinner.”
“But I have nothing to wear.”
“I’m sure that’s not true. Don’t make me dress you, myself.”
She smirked and raised an eyebrow. They sat there looking at each other for a few beats. She looked down at her old frumpy housedress. It was frayed and had bleach spots down at the hem. He thought she looked beautiful, but didn’t want the evening to start here and now.
“Okay, okay, come on in. You’re letting all the cold air in.”
“Remember Stacey, dress nice.” He adjusted his watch to get a better look at the time. “We don’t have forever.”
She smiled and nodded before running up the stairs. “Make yourself at home. Please us fix some drinks. The liquor cabinet is in my study,” she called down.
“Why of course, Woman, will there be anything else?”
Stacey took longer than Harry wanted to get ready, but he forgave her the instant she walked down the stairs. She wore a tight, black dress that flattered her figure and accentuated her breasts. She close her pearls to grace the décolletage. Harry tried not to stare or begin to drool. He was supposed to remain cool and aloof. His pants tightening were giving him away.
“You look lovely, Stacey.” He reached out to kiss her hand.
“Why, thank you, Good Sir.”
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yes, I suppose I am.” Her heart skipped a beat. This was really happening. She had imagined it, but never thought it would actually happen.
“Okay, after you.” He opened the door and held his hand out for her.
“Where’s your luggage?”
“I didn’t plan on wearing any clothing.”
She blushed at his honesty.
“I just wasn’t expecting that answer. I didn’t expect you to be so bold.”
“But that is exactly what I am. That is what you’ve always said you wanted.”
“I know it is. It is just different right now.”
“Stacey, please relax. You just have to tell me what you want.”
“Okay.” She rose up on her tip toes and gave him a peck on the lips, drawing her tongue out at the end. “I can do that.”
He held his arm out and escorted her out the door.
“Which car is yours?”
“I flew in.” He avoided looking down the street at the rental. “We’re walking to our festivities for the evening.”
“You really have this planned out.”
“I like to do my homework.”
She smiled up at him, tugging him onward. She was eager to get to dinner. She was nervous. She wanted a glass of red to calm her nerves and allow her to play the sassy vixen. She had imagined how she would play her role for a while. Harry had her feeling good, but he wasn’t what she had imagined. He was colder somehow.
They arrived at the restaurant and were shown a seat right away. He whispered something in the maître d’s ear as he showed them their table. The man showed Harry great deference. Stacey wondered what it was all about, but did’t want to press the issue. A bottle of red wine was brought to the table. She was impressed with the way Harry handled himself and other people’s reactions to him. That made her feel good to be seen with a man like this.
The meal arrived promptly. They both ordered the steak. They ate silently, occasionally looking into each other’s eyes. Harry loved to watch a beautiful woman eat a steak. There was something primal about it. She was a carnivore. His blood was pumping.
After their plates had been cleared, Harry stood next to the table and extended his hand. Stacey was caught off guard yet again. She enjoyed his decision making and boldness. She took his hand. Harry led her to the dark, empty dance floor. As soon as they got to the center, a soft spotlight lit them up. Music started playing quietly.
“May I have this dance?”
“I haven’t been asked that in forever! Of course you can.”
They danced for what seemed like hours. Their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly. She loved how he felt when she held him. She loved how he smelled. Stacey was enjoying herself when he stopped abruptly.
“Let’s go.” He looked down at her. She nodded in agreement.
She grabbed her purse on their way out. The maître d’ came and shook Harry’s hand in stride. The air was cool, getting toward cold. Harry took his suit jacket off and put it on Stacey. She smiled brightly. He offered his arm again and led her to a posh hotel a few blocks from where she lived.
“Why are we here?”
“I live right down the road.”
“I know, but I want you detached from life tonight. I want you to immerse yourself in this fantasy. I’m just trying to escort you to a great night on the town.”
“Harry, I want to have you all to myself. Your hands have wanted to wander tonight, but you maintain your gentlemanly ways. That just holds me enough to make my skin tingle.” He grabbed her and kissed her deep. He backed her to the wall of the hotel. They explored each other’s mouths.
They finally broke free to walk through the lobby into the elevator. He reached for her hand as the doors shut. She leaned her head against his chest. Their fingers fidgeted with anticipation. Standing outside the door, Harry would fumbled with the key because his nerves got the better of him. The need was almost unbearable. He finally got the door open, grabbed her hand, slinging Stacey through the door, pinning her against the wall. Harry began kissing with an unbridled passion as the door clicked close behind them.
Stacey reached up to loosen his tie. She slowly pulled it through the shirt collar. She tossed it to the floor. Next, she shrugged off his jacket. He sighed as she exposed her neckline again.
She plucked his buttons undone one by one. Then she unbuttoned his pants. He grinned down at her. She tugged on his shirt sleeves, removing it altogether. He reached down to remove his shoes one at a time, without braking eye contact. Next he removed his socks. Stacey kneeled in front of him and pulled his pants off him, allowing him to step put of them. He remained in front of her in only his boxer briefs. The seams were strained from his obvious enjoyment of the situation. She stood up again. She then reached up to kiss him and grab the back of his hair. She led him to the bed and pushed him down on his back. She knelt again between his legs, kissing him gentle before releasing him from the fabric. She proceeded to take him in her mouth. Harry couldn’t control the moan that he ket out. She was even more turned on by the sounds his was making. He allowed her to proceed until he couldn’t take it anymore. Harry pulled her head away from him.
“It’s time for you to lose those clothes, Woman.”
“Yes, Sir. I shall,” Stacey said in mock salute. She kicked her heels off into the corner. She reached back and unzipped her dress. She gently let it drop from her shoulders to her waist. Her breasts displayed their luxurious lace casings. They bounced perfectly with her every movement. She proceeded to let the dress drop to the floor. Stacey wasn’t wearing any panties. Harry face lit up with excitement. She crawled onto the bed beside him. They proceeded to make out for a good while. His hands began to roam around her body. Her hands seemed to remain in his hair, pulling it gently.
Harry finally got around to removing her bra. Part of him hated to do so. Stacey looked devastatingly beautiful in it. But the other part wanted to feel her breasts free from all confines.
The rest of the night was them exploring each other’s bodies and pleasures. They talked about what each other liked and wanted. They made love. They fucked. They took turns in between.
They enjoyed the night that they had. It was one they’d never forget. It was special. It was a memory that couldn’t be erased no matter how mundane reality ever became.