Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: ImDulcinea@aol.com 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." -- Story Submission: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site: (Not pretty yet)