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Subject: Valentine's Surprise

Valentine's Surprise
by Dulcinea


As instructed, she had dressed up for an evening out, ready and
waiting on the sofa no later than 6:15.  Of course, now it was
6:30, and he was no where in sight.  She frowned, looking at the
clock on the VCR.  6:31.

She'd tried all week to pry the secret of tonight from him, wanting
to know his plans for Valentine's Day so she could plan accordingly.
Of course, he wouldn't say anything; he just sat there with a little
smug grin on his face, promising her it would be worth the wait.

6:32.

He wasn't the only one with secrets, though.  Under the velvet dress
she wore was the skimpiest red lace bra and panties, with a matching
garter belt holding up the sheer black nylons.  The doorbell startled
her from her thoughts, and she jumped up to answer the door.   Who
could it be, she wondered idly.  He wouldn't need to ring the doorbell,
and she wasn't expecting anyone....

Five minutes later, she was seated in the back of a limousine, breathing
the heady aroma of the rose left laying on the seat with a simple note
that said "I love you."  From the speakers came the sweet sounds of
a Mozart concerto, one of her favorites.  My, but he had been a busy
boy, planning this out.  Settling back in the seat, she enjoyed the ride.


Twenty-five minutes later, the limo pulled to a stop.  "Here?"  she
asked the driver when he opened the door.  "You've brought me
back home."

"Yes Ma'am."  He said, closing the door behind her.  "That was
what I was instructed to do."  He smiled, tipping his hat.  "Have a
happy Valentine's Day."

"Mm.  Thank you."  She answered automatically, heading up the
walk to the front door.  She didn't need the key, so she stepped
into the foyer, slipping her winter coat off and hanging it in the
closet.
"Hello?"  She called to the dark house.  "Are you here?"

>From the back corner she heard the unmistakable sounds of the
opera  _Carmen_.  Heels clicking on the bare floor, she followed
the music to the den, opening the door wide.

Candles flickered and danced in the draft from the door, over two
dozen candles placed around the room.  An old quilt was spread
on the floor, a picnic dinner spread across it.  He looked up as
she entered, a broad smile across his face.  "Happy Valentine's
Day."  He said softly.  Standing, he offered his hand, bringing her
into the room and closing the door.  Pulling her close, he kissed
her, enjoying the softness of her body in his arms.  "Surprised?"

"Yes, very!"  She smiled, allowing herself to be pulled to the floor.
She looked around the room, then back at the man she loved.
"This is wonderful."  She said.

"I thought it might appeal to you."  He offered her a plate of
fried chicken and potato salad, handing her a cold cola from
the ice chest.  "A picnic in February seemed a bit eccentric,
but fun."

"Definitely fun."  She agreed, biting into the chicken.  They
laughed together, quietly talking, enjoying each other's company.
"Why did you tell me to get all dressed up?"  She asked, pushing
her empty plate away.

His hand slid across her leg, his fingers slipping under the hem
of her skirt, gently massaging.  "I like seeing you dressed up."
He said simply.  The candlelight flickering made her look even
lovelier.  "Besides, it encouraged the illusion I wanted to set
for tonight.

"Ah."  Lifting her legs, she lay them across his lap, much to his
surprise and delight.  Removing her heels, he began massaging
her feet, bringing little sighs of contentment from her.  He grinned;
she knew that laying her legs in his lap would definitely make him
excited, and he knew a foot massage was a sure way to start
her on the path to feeling good.

"That's delightful."  She said, leaning back on her arms, her
head hanging back.  "You are wonderful.  This was the best
Valentine's present!"

"Oh, this isn't all I have for you."  He whispered, ignoring the
now tight fabric of his slacks.  He knew she didn't expect
flowers or candy or jewelry all the time, so every once and
a while, he liked to surprise her.  From his pocket, he retrieved
a small box, and he opened it, pouring the gold chain inside out
on to her stomach.  "Happy Valentine's Day!"

"What?"  She picked up the fine chain, dangling the tiny locket
before her eyes.  "Oh, honey, it's beautiful!"  She opened it,
reading their initial inscribed on the inside.  "Thank you!"  She
opened the clasp to put it on.

"You're very welcome!"  He grinned, his hands moving up her
legs, under the hem of her skirt again, this time pushing the
heavy material high on her thighs.  "Oh, my."  He said, his
fingers brushing against the garter clip on the top of the
stocking.  "What have I found here?"

"Your Valentine's present."  She said, matching his smile.

"My present, but you're wearing it, eh?"  He moved to kneel
between her legs, his hands still busy caressing her knees.
"I think I like those kinds of presents."

"I thought you might."  She whispered, pulling herself up when
he offered his hands.  With the gentlest touch, he cupped her
breasts, rubbing his palms until he felt the nipple began to poke
out, teased into showing itself by his touch.  She gasped as he
began kissing her neck, licking and sucking her skin while
he massaged her breasts.

"As much as I love this dress, "  he began, tugging at the zipper,
"I think it's in the way."

He kissed every inch of skin he uncovered as he slid the fabric
over her shoulders, his eyes brightening as he exposed the lacy
edge of the bra.  Removing the dress completely, he smiled, his
eyes drinking in her form.  "My goodness, you do know what
buttons to push."  He said, bringing his lips to suck on the hard
nipple that peeked through the lace.  She gasped, arching her
back, pushing her nipple farther into his mouth.

"Oh, slow down, baby."  He moved to the other nipple, sucking
as much of her breast into his mouth as he could.  He walked
his fingers up the inside of her thigh, feeling her wetness seeping
through the thin panties.  Pushing the panty aside, he slipped a
finger between her smooth lips, sliding up to stroke her hard
clit.  She moaned happily.

A second finger joined the first, sliding into her depths, his thumb
moving to stroke her slit as he worked his mouth down her body.
Her breathing came faster and faster, her body twisting under his
manipulations.  "Cum for me, baby."  He whispered.  "Cum for me."

"Oooooh!"  She thrust her hips up, driving his fingers deeper into
her pussy.  Her moaning and squirming made the candles flicker,
the light dancing around them.  Pulling his wet fingers from her
pussy, he replaced them with his tongue, eagerly lapping the
sweet juice that flowed out.  Licking and sucking and nibbling, he
kept her right on the edge, feeling her body twitch when sucked
on her sensitive love button, her every moan music to him.

"Please,"  she cried, her fingers twisting into his hair.  "Don't drag
this out anymore...  I can't take it!"  His only response was to
laugh, nibbling on the inside of her thigh.  "Please honey!" she
begged.

"Shhh...."  He gave her what she desired, letting her climax around
his thumb, holding his tongue where he could catch her cum.  "Feel
better, now?"  He asked.

She could only moan a response, still having aftershocks from her
orgasm.  She sighed as his hard cock slid into her, bringing her
legs to wrap around his waist.  "I feel much better now."  She
said, smiling up at him.  Squeezing with him with her legs, she
laughed.  "I've got you where I want you!"

"Oh really?"  He moved slowly, enjoying the delightfully obscene
sounds that came with each thrust.  "I thought I had you where I
wanted you."

"Well, maybe."  she kissed his laughing mouth, running her hands
across his shoulders.  His strokes began to move faster, his balls
slapping her ass with every thrust.  With a gasp, her pussy began
to spasm around his cock, squeezing the cum from him as they
climaxed together.

Looking down into her eyes, he saw the love and lust she had
for him, and he kissed her again.  "Be my Valentine?"  He asked.

She smiled, seeing the same in his eyes.  "Always."

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