~~FIVE O'CLOCK RENDEZVOUS~~
A SENSUAL STORY BY BELLADONNA
Lydia stands in the door of her closet trying to decide which dress to wear to her scheduled five o'clock rendezvous with the stranger, who has invaded every fibre of her being since he appeared in her view just twenty-four hours and 25 minutes ago. Pulling out two of her relaxed but very nice dresses, she holds them up to her in the full length mirror and decides on the royal blue Rayon dress edged in black cotton lace. The dress set off her eyes of the same colour heightened the dramatic appearance of her naturally soft blushed pale skin and full red lips. She chose the shoes, soft leather, heels, in black suede to accompany the dress, and lays them out on the bed as she strips down and goes to run a bubble bath.
Lydia remembers the comment he made on the note about her perfume, and pours a stream of her "Paris" foaming bath oil in the water and slides in. Thinking of "him," she runs the sponge up her body to her neck and squeezes the water to run it over her highly sensitive body. The very thought of him made her mind and body feel alive, vibrant, and more sensual than she had ever felt in her life. Then the buzzer brought her back to reality, and she bolts to answer the ring. "Yes?" and a voice comes over the intercom "Miss Van Eykes?" and hesitating for her confirmation that this is the correct address, continues on "This is Extravaganza Florist with a delivery for you." "Oh, yes, Just a moment." Astonished by the delivery, Lydia slides her robe on and heads for the door.
She peeps through the spy hole and sees the man dressed in Extravaganza uniform holding a box and opens the door. "Miss Van Eykes?" he asks and as she nods he hands Lydia the box and turns to go. She stops him, smiles, reaches in her purse on the desk by the door, and pulling out money for a tip, hands it to him and thanks him as she closes the door. Opening the box she finds lovely red roses arranged in Baby's breath and a box of Godiva Chocolates with a note:
"For my beautiful lady, I send her roses that pale in comparison to her radiant glow. A box of the finest chocolates that echoe the sweetness only she could exude. See you at five, Café D'Amour." And was signed: "Forever More!"
The clock chimed four o'clock, she rushes to dress and touch up her make-up and rushes out the door.
Lydia arrives at the Café at five minutes 'til five and stands looking around, she is surprised at the transformation the establishment takes on from the noon time rush. It is now a cosy candle lit haven, songs of such soft sweet melodies floating through the air. In her ear comes a whisper: "I'm so glad you are here."
Startled she jumps slightly and turns to be only inches from the man who asked her here. He had beckoned her with his words of alluring vagueness, yet self-assured knowledge of his desires. Lydia felt a wave of warmth run the length of her slender body and she just smiles and says "Hello, Forever More" and grins.
"Justin Warner," he says and kisses her hand. Then turning to the maitre'd he says, "Two for Warner, please." The maitre'd smiles, "Yes, Mr. Warner, right this way." Turning back to Lydia, Justin tucks his arm over hers and leads her to their seats. A cosy little table for two tucked away in the corner of the room. He thanks the maitre'd and pulls out Lydia's chair, seating her and slides the chair in. The candles are flickering and dancing in her eyes as Justin sits opposite her and she notices his deep intake of breath at the sight. She trembles noticeably and smiles. "My this turns into a beautiful and cosy place later in the day, don't you think?," she says. "Indeed it does, and it is even lovelier with you in it!" Lydia blushes and smiles nervously. Justin, already having ordered the wine of the evening pours her a glass and raises his goblet, "A toast to tonight and to a wonderful beginning!" She raises her glass in response then takes a sip. The heady flavour no comparison to the intoxicating effect she was feeling from sitting across from him, knees just inches away from his own.
"How was your day fair Lydia? Pleasant I hope."
All she could manage was a simple shaky "Yes it was. And yours?"
"After this work day I thought of nothing but this meeting," he replied. "I trust you liked the roses and chocolates?"
"Oh yes, very much so," she softly replied. "May I ask a question Justin?"
"Ask away, My Lady," he smiles.
"How did you know I would come this afternoon?"
"I didn't Lydia, I could only hope that the flowers and chocolates along with the note would spark your interest in meeting me. I felt the attraction between us yesterday, it was so palpable, and as I said in the note, you my dear are the Lady I have waited for the whole of my life."
"How did you know?" she asks.
"I have watched you now for months and have seen my future in your eyes, your smile, and heard it in your laughter. I have longed to feel your hand in mine, to have your lips touching my lips, to stand beside me and share your thoughts that make you shine so brilliantly, and to be a part of all that is you. How could such feelings be wrong? I asked myself and all I could come up with is: They can't. Allow me to court you Lydia, as in the days of old, and you to will see too, that what I have found is true."
Sitting speechless, Lydia takes note of how his face has brightened, almost as if he was exhilarated by his conversation with her. His eyes sparkling, almost, physically reaching out for her acknowledgement of his feelings for her! "My God, can this man be real?" Lydia thinks to herself, her face belying her most secret inner thoughts. Here sits across from her a man with such noble words. A man she thought no longer existed in this modern day world. Not only chivalrous, but as devastatingly handsome inside as out. Justin's eyes were as strikingly blue as her own and his fair complexion against his black hair was breathtaking. His jaw was strong and his shoulders broad, both giving the feeling of strength and protectiveness. The hand, which grips her glass, trembles and Justin reaches to steady it and smiles calmly, knowingly. "Now relax my fair Lydia. There is ample time for getting to know one another, and I shall enjoy this adventure of getting to know you, each step along the way."
When dinner is served, Lydia looks to her food. All of her favourites are present before her. Steak, lobster, asparagus in Bearnaise Sauce, and Rice Pilaf. She just looks down at her plate, still trying to digest the baring of his soul to her. In her attempt to put all Justin had said to her in some semblance of sensible order, Lydia's own thoughts started to gather, invade, and meld with Justin's words. Her own feelings, becoming clear to her. She felt more for this wonderful man than she felt she could ever express in words. He too was the man she had been waiting for, and since words seemed to keep failing her, she decided she would just have to convey her feelings for him by actions.
Lydia's eyes filled with passion and her heart swelled with love so great that it began to show in her eyes even through the dimness of the candlelight. Electricity began to flow between them and Justin smiles. It was a lazy smile of recognition, confirming the feelings flowing from her eyes, speaking to his heart. He feels the connection between them strongly and reaches out to trace the line of her jaw with his fingers. "My lovely Lydia," he whispers with softness in his eyes. Before she knows it, Justin leans forward across the table and brushes her lips with his and sits back, a slight sigh escaping his lips. Lydia's heart jumps and her fingers tenderly rise to lightly touch where his lips had kissed. To actually feel his warm lips touch hers was almost more than she could stand, and still remain calm. Her eyes told her secret to him, yet she could not stop it, did not want to stop it. She would let her eyes tell him what her mouth seemed unable to. Her eyes fell to his lips, her breaths become shallow and her hands shook from the intense feelings of the moment. This wonderful man wanted to court her and of that she was glad, but how could she hold back and not seem too anxious for what was destined to happen between them. His smiles say he knows this too and he feels the same way.
Finishing dinner, they converse quietly about events that seemed so trivial compared to the feelings they felt flowing around them. Passing on desert, they laugh at how filling the dinner was and fall silent once again as the music fills the air. "Oh Jesus!" she thinks to herself. "Why did that song have to be the one they chose to play at this exact time of their silence?," she asks herself. Dare she loose her already shaky control on her emotions? It was "Seduces Me," and every word sang her feelings so precisely. Never had she fallen so quickly or completely in such a short time for any man.
Justin sees her quick recognition of the song and puts out his hand as he stands. "My Lady, shall we dance?" He felt her hand trembling slightly as she took his hand and he just looks at her, seriousness on his face, and leads her to the dance floor. Facing her he pulls her into his arms and they begin to sway to the sensually seductive melody of the song. Bodies move perfectly in time with one another, eyes hold one another's captive, locked together in a hypnotic embrace. Lydia's heart singing every soulful word was unaware that her lips softly followed suit as well. Justin let out a slight moan and moves his lips to hers, claiming them, probing deeply, yet softly. They were lost to the world around them, as the music filled their ears. It is only the two of them, they were being carried away in a sea of emotions, and neither of them cared. As the music trickles to an end, Justin spins her around pulling her back into the crook of his arm. Then passing the table she picks up her purse as he signs the check and they walk out silently, each knowing what was to happen next.
They ride to the house in silence speaking only with stolen glances as he drives. Then arriving to their destination, Justin pulls up to his garage, parks, and turns to her taking her hands in his. Looking into her eyes he asks her softly, "Are you sure this is what you want my love? I will wait forever for you if…" Lydia did not allow him to finish. She was for once following her heart rather than her head, and she felt no reservation about what her heart knew. His feelings for her were honest, deep, and true. Her lips gave him the answer he was hoping for as she touched her lips to his in the most passionate kiss he had ever known.
Justin's head was spinning with emotions as she pulled back from the kiss and he stops only long enough to steady himself, then opens the door and rounds the car to open the door for her. Holding his hand out he takes her soft hand in his and helps her out of the car. He closes the door and moves to kiss her and she falls back against the car giving into his sensual kiss. Lydia's mind was now racing with a growing fire and she gives into the feelings, kissing him deeply. After a long moment, Justin steps back and moves with her to the door. Fumbling with the keys he opens the door and they walk in closing out the world behind them.
Lydia's body was rushing with feelings she was open to explore. It shocks her that in just a day's time she could feel so utterly and completely open with this man that stands before her. She felt a sense of trust, how she did not know but she did, she felt it deep down inside. Justin stops by the bar in the living room and turns to her, "A glass of wine Lydia?" "Please" she answers. He takes note of a change in her voice the tone in her voice, it has changed to one filled with longing. Her voice is now almost an octave lower and sultry sounding and it shocks her. It was even showing in her speech she thinks to herself. Lydia is shaken from her reverie when he hands her a glass of wine. He raises the glass in a toast and takes a sip. Then taking her hand he leads her to his bedroom, no words necessary, just a silent understanding of what they both wanted.
As Lydia steps into his room, she catches sight of candles placed carefully around the room. On the opposite side of the room are French doors, rare and exotic foliage springing from large ornamental clay pots line the walls and frame the door. Justin moves to open the doors and she catches sight of a hot tub on a wooden deck, patio furniture expertly laid out around it, as if a decorator had done it. He notices her appreciation of her surroundings, lazily smiles and leans against the door frame. "Justin:" she says breathlessly as she steps out onto the deck." It's so beautiful." Moving up behind her he bends close to her ear and lightly touches her arms, "Not half as beautiful as you my intoxicating Lydia," he whisper softly in her ear. Her head moves slightly toward his whisper letting his warm moist breath flow over her skin like a tidal wave of pleasure. She lowers her eyes, allowing the feeling to wash over her senses. His voice was low and deep, it played with her emotions in the most delicious way and her whole body felt the sensation run through her like gentle fingers caressing her mind. Lydia half turns toward him and lifting her chin slowly, he brings his lips to hers, softly at first then more insistent. There it was again, he thought, that seductive spell she had over him. Lifting his hand to her hair, he undoes the clasp that holds her hair captive, letting it fall to the deck. Justin pulls his head back to watch Lydia's hair fall free around her face in very loose curls. Even in the dimness of dusk he could see those sparkling azure blue eyes, fair radiant skin, and full crimson lips beckoning to him in a sensual seduction she was unaware she possessed. Looking deeply into her eyes, reading her thoughts, he turns and checks the heat level of the water in the hot tub. Justin feels a touch on his waist, and turns to see Lydia smiling over his shoulder, her body pressed against his. "You read my thoughts."
Justin reaches out to pull her to him and kiss her nose, her eyes and her lips. This my beautiful lady is something I have waited for all my life and here you are. She felt him tremble with the intensity of emotion rising up in him as he gently caresses her face letting his fingers trace down her neck to the bodice of her dress. His eyes never leaving hers as he touches the top button and undoes it. Lydia stands mesmerised as he masterfully undoes each button, as his other hand roams, exploring her full heaving breasts. Her body tingles more with each button's release. It falls to the deck and he steps back to admire her form, so womanly in every way. Full breasts spilling from her low cut bra, curves down enticingly to a toned but soft abdomen and continues down to sumptuous hips that were graced with delicate lace panties. Her legs long and slender only enticing him further.
Standing trembling she slowly begins to move toward Justin moving much as a cat would move when hunting it's prey. The intoxicating touch of his eyes running down her nearly bare body drove Lydia's desires to take over. Standing before him she reaches out to him with her hand, runs it down his chest and whispers, "Now, it's your turn Justin Warner," as her lips start to turn up at the corners in a wickedly playful smile. His chest rises as he takes in a deep breath, holding it, awaiting the touch of her hand against his bare skin. Lydia watches her hands intently as they slowly unbutton his shirt and pulling it out of his pants spreads the two halves aside to reveal a firm, masculine chest. Lydia longed to feel her soft flesh against his hard body. She chooses to delay the moment of contact to unfasten his pants and slide them down, letting them fall in a heap on the deck. Her eyes survey him in much the way he had her only moments ago. With each inch her eyes travel his body Lydia's eyes and body feels the heat of passion and desire continue to grow. Walking closer, her hands touch his shoulders lightly, tracing the broad expanse of masculinity, and trails down to his chest, sparsely covered in soft silky tufts of dark hair that tickled and teased her fingertips. His masculine aroma mixed with his cologne quaffs up and surrounds her sense. Lydia, unable to stand it any longer presses her body against his as she kisses him and runs her fingers through his hair pulling his head into the kiss.
Losing themselves in the kiss, Justin lets his hand fall to the clasp on her bra and unfastens it. His kisses trail down her jaw to her warm, soft neck, her scent teasing his nostrils and urging him on. As he kisses lower Lydia lays her head back, moaning with each touch of his warm, wet lips against her breasts. He slides the bra off of her as he works his way down to the taunt pink nipples that respond to his tender caressing lips echoing the deep burning desires inside of her. As he gives each nipple attention, Justin's hands slide down her sides to her hips, lingering at her panties. He moves to kiss her stomach, lingering just above the panty line. He delicately traces her flesh with the tip of his tongue, shooting surges through her body and making her whimper. Lydia erotically moves her body against his kiss her insides churning much like the water in the hot tub beside them. He drags her panties down her long legs and finds her burning, wet womanhood, and partakes of her sweet nectar of love.
Longing desperately to feel his erect manhood in her hand, pressed against her body, inside her womanhood Lydia guides Justin to his feet and tugs down his underwear. Touching and caressing her, Justin lifts and seats her on the edge of the hot tub, and moves in to enter her slowly. She tremble violently with the burst of heated emotions that erupt inside of her as he is joined to her in a slow sensual dance of their souls. The moist heat rising from the hot tub heightening the erotic feelings, beads them in moisture and it runs trickling down their bodies, trailing like little pulses of electricity against their skin. As passions rise to a peak, Justin kisses Lydia deeply, breathlessly, passionately and she bites his lip. Neither Justin nor Lydia could hold this level of intensity for long and hearing her screams of ecstasy, they jointly explode in white hot colours of passion and desire, over the edge of their ultimate pleasures. Souls merging and melding together in a timeless dance of erotic sensations.
Justin and Lydia kiss and hug tenderly as the passion subsides to a slow, sweet ebbing flow of adoration for one another and the love they share. Able to breathe normally again, Justin brushes a frock from her face and looks into her eyes. His features softening with great love for her, he whispers the words softly, "I Love Thee, My Lady of Charm, My Lady of Elegance, My Lady of Grace, stay with me forever and be my wife. A tear runs down Lydia's face as she looks back into his eyes with his answer, "Yes, My Great Love, I Will!"
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