Lena awoke to the sound of her husband James leaving for work. As she lay in her bed, cold and alone, she thought back to the previous night. It was a night of passion. A night of utter fulfillment and unhindered exhibition. The night began when she was leaving her art studio after a long day of shooting for her video blog’s big summer blowout giveaway. She was ready to begin her weekend and relax her body as well as her mind.
Walking to her car, she received a phone call from James. He was telling her that he would be working late at the office to finish the draft statements for his latest architectural assignment. Lena felt let down because they had been stuck in a work rut for the last three weeks. This only gave them enough time to see each other in passing. However, she understood how important his work was to him and wanted him to succeed. After letting him know that she would be alright she got into her car and proceeded to drive home.
Arriving at her home, Lena began to plan out her night in her mind. She was going to take a long bath with her favorite Cherry blossom bath bomb, then follow it up with a pint of her favorite Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. All while she binged on a good crime show.
Walking into the bathroom in the master bedroom, Lena stripped away her clothes. First went her pink collared shirt, then her black stiletto heels. Next, she shimmied out of her skin-tight charcoal grey suit pants, unclasped her matching pink bra, and finally dropped her pink satin panties. She turned on the bath water and let the water build as she corrected the temperature. She went to her closet and found her black silk robe as well as her lavender plush slippers. Returning to the bathroom, she placed her robe and slippers on her vanity sink and grabbed a bath bomb. She proceeded to drop in the bath bomb and watched as it dissipated in the water. Before stepping in she turned on some soft jazz on the internal stereo system James had wired throughout the house. Sliding into the water, Lena instantly began to feel her stress and worries drift away. She grabbed a warm face cloth out of the cabinet on the wall above the tub. Laying the warm face cloth over her head, she slid down even further into the tub and soaked and the music carried her away.
Some time later she heard her phone ringing and knew by the sound of the Sade song playing it was Darius. Darius had been her longest-standing friend from her childhood. Once upon a time they even dated during their experimental phase of college. It had been months since they last spoke because Darius had been out of the country on business. Lena figured she might as well answer knowing that Darius always complained when she didn’t answer his calls.
Picking up the phone she put on her voice of childish excitement. Speaking with Darius she learned that he had just returned from his last trip to Buena Vista and was dying to see her and catch up on what he’d missed. Lena felt convicted because although she wanted to see Darius she knew James wouldn’t like them hanging out alone given their history. She asked Darius for some time to decide and let him know that she would call him back shortly. Hanging up she called James to see if she could talk him into being okay with her going out for drinks with Darius. She called his phone twice to only get his voicemail. She didn’t know what to do, she wanted to see Darius but she knew that if roles were reversed she’d want James to turn down the offer. She decided to try James’ phone one last time, this time he answered and through talking let her know that he would be going out with friends from work. That sealed it; if he could go out without consultation then so could she.
She called Darius back and let him know she would be more than happy to spend some time with him. He told her that he would be by her house in a couple of hours to take her out. This put Lena into a panic, she had just a couple of hours to get ready for a night out that she was totally unprepared for. After drying off from her bath and releasing the water she proceeded to raid her closet for something to wear. It came down to two dresses; one her favorite yellow sundress which showed off her figure, but still flowed loosely to leave room for imagination. The second was a blue, pin-striped dress that had a deep v-cut in the front. She wanted to look sexy but knew that she had better keep the blue dress for when she went out with James. She found a pair of her sandals that had jewels on the straps. She put a curl activator into her hair and made sure her hair had a naturally curly bounce. As she was putting on her makeup Darius called and reassured her of the time of his arrival. Lena played it off as if she was already ready knowing she was nowhere near that point. Luckily by the time he knocked on the door, she was doing her final checks in the mirror.
Opening the door, she was slightly stunned to see Darius. He was always tall, about 6’5”, but he had put on some muscle, grown a full beard, shaved his head, and now had a golden glow to his cocoa-brown skin. She had to snap herself back to reality to remind herself to greet him. He complimented her, voice booming with baritone, on how good she looked in her dress which made her blush. She told him that he looked fairly nice himself, joking by adding in “for once” with a laugh. He really did look good in his light grey Armani suit with a deeply unbuttoned black shirt that gave her a peak at his bulging chest. He told her that he decided to take her dancing first before they went to dinner and drinks. She could only smile and agree. When they got outside, she saw that he had a white Murcielago parked in the driveway. He pressed a button on his key fob and the door opened to reveal a bouquet of white roses with purple tips.
Lena felt a flutter inside, what was this? It was romantic, but why was she so struck? He guided her into the car and closed the door for her. His car smelled wonderful, and he had soft R&B playing. They talked and laughed as he drove. Pulling up in front of a Latin Salsa bar Darius opened her door and helped her up before giving the keys to the valet. He escorted her in and told the hostess to prepare his table as they walked out onto the dance floor. Unlike the clubs of their past, this dance floor was open enough for them to dance.
As the night went on, Lena let go of herself and let her inner instincts take hold. During one song she began to grind against Darius and felt the heat of his body pressed against her. They seemed to dance forever until they both decided that they needed a break. Walking up to a booth above the dance floor, Lena noticed that they were secluded from the rest of the club. Sitting down, a waiter removed the lid from two dishes on the table before them. One was a sirloin steak with broccoli florets and risotto. The other was a cut of salmon with rice pilaf. The waiter poured two glasses of Chardonnay and then excused himself from their booth. Lena asked Darius how this was possible at a Latin dance club. He simply told her that anything is possible when you’re the owner and not the customer. They talked more about his travels and the recent changes in her life.
The food was delicious, and the wine was smooth. Darius seemed to have developed a psychic ability because the words he spoke were perfect responses to her. One moment she even felt her head spin and started to wonder if it was the wine or something more. She missed times like this with James, nights of wanton venture and romance. Their lives afforded them many nice things and they still had their occasional night out, but the passion seemed to have dimmed. Darius must’ve completed serious self-development during his time away because his aura intoxicated her with passion, desire, romance, and intellectual stimulation. Not once had he touched her in an erotic way, but she already felt as though he’d been caressing her all night long.
Just when she thought the night was through Darius added yet another surprise when he asked if he could take her somewhere special to enjoy the stars and relax before he took her home. She agreed, trying hard to keep her innocence about her because every fiber of her being wanted to melt for him like an old school-girl crush. He walked her out of the club and there was a limousine waiting for them with the door open and inside more wine, plush interior and a pallet of blankets and pillows spread out on the floor. After they got in, the car began to drive as Darius and Lena sat on the back seat drinking wine, joking about past times and how different things were now that they had achieved their dreams.
They pulled up to an empty mountainside, pitch-black darkness all around them. Darius took the glass from Lena as he laid her down on the pallet of blankets and pillows. They were beyond soft but still maintained a firmness that supported them. He told her to look up and Lena was left in awe as the sunroof of the limo went opaque and she could see a sky illuminated with the most beautiful scene of stars she had ever seen. Just then, when she thought the night couldn’t get deeper, the most sensual music began to play in the background and she felt Darius’ hands upon her thigh and neck. With no resistance, he pulled her close to him and began to whisper in her ear how much he missed her. He told her that every moment away from her felt as though he were cast into nothingness. Darius professed to Lena that he’d never stopped loving her and that he wanted her back to himself to show her real love and affection. He told her that he wanted to fuck her mind so that he could make love to her body. He kissed on her neck and rubbed her thighs as he continued to whisper sweet words.
Lena was falling apart inside her mind. She needed to stop him. This could not continue. Why wasn’t she moving? Why did she want him to keep going? No, this was wrong and it would never work out. She left him for a reason. But this wasn’t the Darius she knew. Who was this man? This man, who knew her body as if he sculpted it himself, this man who made her submit to him without even asking, this man who had her ready to forego it all. She was soaking between her thighs, and she couldn’t tell if it was the wine or if this was what her body desired.
Before she could think anymore, Darius put his strong, soft hand upon her cheek and turned her face to meet his connecting kiss. Oh, that kiss, that kiss that sent terrifyingly wonderful shocks through her every pore. With the touch of his lips to hers Lena felt a gush of juices run down between her cheeks. She had to have him, all rational thoughts were gone and now her carnal lust had taken over. She pushed back into his kiss, matching his passion. As they continued to kiss Lena felt Darius’ hand sliding up her dress and stop atop her now-drenched panties. Her legs instantly spread, dying for him to go beyond that layer of lace and spread her lips to electrify her senses.