She reached down and grabbed the letter sitting on the granite counter top and slowly slid the letter opener under the heart shaped wax seal. She loved coming home to find these letters. These cards are rare. About two a year. She knew the next week would be amazing. They always are after receiving one. It smelled like him when the seal was cracked. Giorgio Armani filled the air. She reached in and pulled out a note along with a hotel key. Not the new swipe card keys but an old one. A skeleton key perhaps. Her mind began to race as she read the letter. It read:
Kristie. How sweet you are. How lovely you are. How lucky I am. It is hard to believe we’ve been at this for twelve years. Our past twenty three “rendezvous” have been thrilling and my love for you is constantly growing. I love the smell you leave on my clothes and the lipstick on my collar. There is a large place in my heart for you. For me and for you.
Let’s spend the next few days enjoying our love for one another. A limo will arrive shortly. In the back is a ticket. Your flight leaves at 8:30. Curious? I bet you are. I left you a present on the bed. I hope you like it. I do. Please wear it. I packed a bag for you too. Don’t worry. If I forgot something don’t worry about it. We’ll just have to go shopping. You just smiled again. See you tonight. By the way, everyone has been taken care of, including Lexie.
Love,
Thomas
“Let’s spend the night together…” – The Rolling Stones
Kristie was smiling ear to ear, showcasing her recently whitened choppers. Thomas always ended these letters with a line from a song. His handwriting was a bit elementary so he ended the letters with a song quote that mimics the coming weekend.
There was a rose on the bed. He began using a rose a few years back. Kristie loves the Bachelorette. It’s a reality television show where several men compete for the hand of one woman. They compete with each other by going on dates with this girl. Then she eliminates them one by one by not offering them a rose. By the end of the season there is one left and the famous words are said, “Will you accept this rose?” It’s corny but even Thomas would find himself watching it with her. He enjoyed her company and drinking a few glasses of her favorite wine, a ten dollar bottle of Apothic Red. It made the show a bit more tolerable for him. He became a snuggler every Tuesday night.
Barcelona. She was going to meet Thomas in Barcelona. This was by far the most exotic trip to date. It’s a long way from Nashville, Tennessee. She knew Thomas had a great year at Bullington, Williams, and Brandski but to afford a trip like this was a pleasant surprise to her. He had moving up the ladder pretty quickly there and even became close friend with John Brandski. Mr. Brandski was the owner. He was a well connected individual and demanded the respect of others, however it was hard to get from some. He had represented some the most notorious criminals and won several cases, putting gangsters and killers back on the street. Not everyone thought highly of him, in fact, he would occasionally get hate mail from concerned citizens. Her mind floated back to the task at hand.
“Barcelona?” she said to herself as she looked in the bathroom mirror. She giggled with anticipation as she opened the Victoria’s Secret gift box. She held up her new lingerie, “He’s getting good at this.”
Just at that time, there was a car horn from the front of the house. She walked to the window and saw a long, black, limousine sitting out front. The driver was approaching he door. She slung the door open before he could even knock.
“Hi. Kristie Fressly?” he quietly asked.
“Yes” she responded.
“I’m here to take you to the airport. Do you have any bags Ma’am?”
“Just one,” she said and rolled it over to him. He picked it up, placed it into the trunk then opened the door for her. She slid in, careful not to let her little black dress reveal part of her new present. She loved wearing new lingerie from him. It made her feel sexy and loved. There was another letter in one of the wine glasses. On the outside was written:
MY DEAR KRISTIE. OPEN WHEN YOU GET TO THE AIRPORT.
They pulled out from the driveway and she began to open the bottle of wine. She paused and noticed a small bottle of Grey Goose.
“What the hell,” she said as she reached for the bottle and a glass. She poured herself some cranberry juice and vodka. She dropped in a couple ice cubes from the ice bucket and took a sip. The ride to the airport was a short one and she was glad. Kristie couldn’t wait to open that envelope. She ran her shinny, red fingernail under the heart shaped wax seal.
Hi Kristie. I can’t wait to see you. It feels like forever since we have gotten away together. I need to run my fingers through your beautiful blond hair and gently kiss your neck. I want to caress your arms and back. I want to cover your body with lotion and give you a true full body massage. I miss you. See you in Spain.
Love,
Thomas
“The thought of you turns water into wine…” – Tim McGraw
She started to giggle but was quickly startled by a loud knock on the window. She rolled it down to find the limo driver.
“Ma’am. You are welcome to sit in there for as long as you like but your flight does leave shortly,” the grey haired driver said politely.
“Oh, of course.” She took the last sip of her third of fourth drink and shimmed out the door, being careful once again. “Thank you” she said and handed him a twenty.
“Thank you Ma’am. Have you a safe trip now.”
She smiled and turned to walk away. “I will,” she said under breath.
Kristie walked up to the ticket counter to check her bag. She handed the young lady across the counter her ticket.
“Thank you. First class to Barcelona? “ asked the airline worker.
“First class? Sure.” She smiled, a bit embarrassed quit frankly. She hadn’t flown first class since her days as a model. So far this romantic interlude was dreamy and everything felt perfect. She made her way past the counter, checked her overzealous Prada luggage and made he way to the boarding gate. She was looking forward to this time alone with Thomas.
She pressed her skeleton key into the rustic old English style door and pushed it open. It was heavy and required some effort. The foyer was amazing with marble columns on each side of the entryway. It was a grand entrance. What was even better was Thomas standing on the balcony holding two glasses. He waved her in with a smile. He was in a white robe, hair still wet, and wearing the hotel’s complementary fuzzy slippers. His skin looked flawless in the Barcelona sun. He looked rejuvenated and full of vigor. She walked out onto the balcony. “Hi stranger. I found this key and it led me here. I’m not lost am I?” She gently bit her bottom lip. She loved to playfully flirt with him, occasionally slipping into a different character.
“No. You’re in the right place.” He said as he poured two glasses of wine. “Here, have some wine with me.”
They could each feel the tension build. The lack of instant body contact, not even a little hug, made the thought of ravaging each other swim in their minds. They slowly circled each other, starring at one another. “You make that dress look fabulous.” He whispered as he passed by her ear.
She took a drink and said, “You should see how good I make these panties look.”
“I should.” He sat his wine down and got behind her, grabbing her hips. He ran his hands up and around her full breasts eventually making his way brushing his fingers over her neck and the zipper. He began to unzip her dress. He slid his hand into the open back and around to her stomach. He caressed her through her lace panties, paying special attention to her needs Her dress fell to the floor revealing her new lingerie. He backed away to get a better look.
“You are so beautiful Kristie. Welcome to Barcelona.”
She walked up to him and untied the belt on his robe. She ran her fingers up and around his shoulders causing the woolly robe to fall to the floor. They were in a daze, the world did not exist. The tropical plants provided seclusion from any onlookers. It was just them on a private balcony in Barcelona.
“Excuse me Ma’am? Ma’am? The flight attendant was shaking her. “Ma’am?” She opened her eyes.
“Yes, yes, I’m sorry,” Kristie mumbled.
“No problem. We are beginning our decent and I need to ask that you place your seat back in the up right position.” she asked kindly.
“Of course. Thank you.” The dream had her shook up. She was now looking even more forward to meeting Thomas.
The older women next to her asked, “Did you have a nice dream?”
“I did. Thanks for asking,” she replied. She was feeling naughty now.
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