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The Perfect Valentines Gift
Part 1-Weekend at the Cabin
Megan began to awaken as Ryan moved about the room getting ready for work. She opened her eyes, squinting against the lights.
"Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart," he said to her as he saw her naked body begin to stir underneath the covers.
She sat up and brushed her tousled hair from her face as Ryan looked towards her. He smiled and wondered if she knew how attractive she was like that, without the makeup and the jewelry.
Megan stretched and swung her legs over the side of the bed, rising to get Ryan's keys. He had yet to be able to find them on the first try.
She wrapped her arms around him and murmured "Morning Love, and Happy Valentines Day."
Megan loved Valentine's Day and had been looking forward to it. Every year he surprised her with something different.
Ryan pulled her against him and brushed an errant strand of hair from her face as he kissed her.
"Meg, I've made plans for tonight and the rest of the weekend. I will be home at 5:00 pm. You're to be ready for dinner out. You know the rules, baby. By the way, pack a bag for both of us. We're going to Matt's cabin for the weekend."
He kissed her and left the bedroom. She heard the door shut behind him, followed by the roar of the engine as he started the Eclipse.
Ryan's presence always remained even after he had left. She lay back down and rolled over to his side of the bed. Drawing in the scent of his body, of his cologne, she began to plan what to pack.
Megan went about her day as she always did, a smile playing on her lips as she thought about the weekend ahead. Ryan was nothing if not creative, and he knew of her tastes, of her fantasies. It excited her to think what He might have in store for her.
Megan packed for their weekend carefully. She knew Ryan hated for her to over-pack
just as much as if she didn't bring everything that was needed. She made
sure that she packed her best lingerie along with winter sweaters, slacks
and boots. She never packed the toys. He chose those himself, with careful
attention and planning.
She glanced at the clock, and realized she had let time get away from her. Megan turned the shower on and let it run hot before stepping into the warm stream of water. She let it cascade down her back as she shrugged her shoulders and neck, letting the warmth soothe and relax her. She soaped her body and shaved, making sure her mound was bare and smooth as he instructed. She ran her fingertips over her body, making sure her skin was silky.
Stepping from the shower she grabbed for her towel. Megan wrapped herself in the warm cotton towel as she stepped out onto the cold tile. She checked the time. It was 4:30. She quickly patted herself dry and noticed her hands were shaking now, from fear of not being ready on time. She flipped her hair over and wrapped the towel around her long dark strands. Walking into their bedroom she opened the door to the walk-in closet.
Megan moved the hangers one by one, looking for the perfect dress. She wanted
this to be the perfect Valentines Day. She stopped at a little black dress.
It was short, with spaghetti straps. The material clung to her soft curves
in a sensual way. It had a thin black lace overlay and was virtually backless.
She loved it when he ran his hand over her back. The feeling of the heat
from his fingertips would send chills up her body and he loved to tease
her. He knew what his hand on her bare skin did to her body.
Pulling the dress from the hanger she placed it on the bed. She flipped her
hair over and began to blow dry her shoulder length dark hair. She needed
to hurry. Time was running out and he hated to be kept waiting.
After drying her hair she threw her head back, looking at her hair in the mirror.
She pulled her hair up into a loose bun on the top of her head, leaving some
free to hang around her face. Megan quickly applied some light makeup, mostly
to highlight her eyes. She dusted on some powder in addition to her eye makeup
and applied lipstick. Ryan hated heavily applied makeup.
She opened her dresser and selected a pair of nude stockings, and
sat down on the bed. Megan slid the stockings carefully up over her legs,
smoothing them out as she went. She stepped into a pair of black "fuck me" stiletto
heels. Ryan liked very high heels and she had made sure long ago that she
could wear them with grace and elegance.
Standing up, she picked the dress up and stepped into it, pulling it up over
her body, moving it past her hips and over her breasts. She reached behind
her and fastened the short zipper. Megan lightly sprayed some perfume that
he had bought her for Christmas on her neck and behind her knees.
Megan regarded herself in the mirror and had to admit even to herself that she looked good. That wasn't what mattered though. What mattered to her was whether Ryan was pleased.
At precisely 5:00 pm Ryan came through the door and smiled as he saw the two bags packed and waiting by the front door.
Megan met Ryan at the door and kissed him softly, her stiletto heels almost eliminating the need for her to tiptoe. He held her out away from him and grinned appreciatively.
"You look beautiful, babygirl."
Megan fairly glowed at his praise.
Ryan checked his watch and headed up the steps to shower with Megan following behind. She smiled as he began to undress. She loved to watch his movements, his muscles rippling at the slightest flex. Megan started the shower for him and set out a towel and washcloth. Ryan stepped into the shower and she began to lie out his clothes.
Ryan emerged from the shower, water running in rivulets over his chiseled body, and grabbed the towel. He dried off as he watched Megan carefully laying out his clothes and smiled. For a moment he considered taking her right then and there. His cock stiffened as he watched her move about the room, her movements graceful and fluid. They didn't have much time though, and had a long drive ahead of them.
Ryan dressed as they talked about their day and their night. He always approved of her clothing choices for him. It was one of the things he often followed her lead on. Tonight, Megan had laid out a dark gray suit, with a black shirt and wine, gray and black tie and black wingtip shoes. As usual, they made a breathtaking couple. Anyone who saw them always saw the perfect suburban couple. It was assumed they would marry and have kids and she would be a soccer mom and he would drive a mini van and they would go to church on Sunday.
The perfect family.
No one would have ever dreamed how far that was from the truth. How far Ryan and Megan were from the picture of ordinary. .
Finally, he was ready as well. Ryan picked up the bag of toys that he had packed earlier and they headed down the steps. He grabbed the suitcases as they headed out the door, her locking it behind them. She turned towards the driveway and stopped.
"Ryan, where is the car?"
"Oh, I borrowed Eric's Explorer for the weekend. The Eclipse really isn't good for mountain driving."
Megan nodded and climbed into the Explorer as Ryan loaded their bags.
For some reason, she felt a sense of anxiety now and she didn't know why. It was just dinner and a romantic weekend at a secluded mountain cabin.
Right?
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