to do it. She loves the mineral pool. She loves getting her nails
done. She really enjoys getting a massage. She’s brought me
here with her for years. We only go once every three months
or so. It’s a nice girl’s trip away for just the two of us and it’s
something I look forward to. This isn’t really my secret special
place, but it does make me excited to come.
With Adley. To let her experience it and enjoy it. I love
watching her. I love being with her. I couldn’t wait for Friday.
I’m not acting like me. I don’t get excited for dates. I don’t
count down hours. Minutes. Seconds. I don’t actually go
shopping and try and choose clothes that I think my date
would like to see me wear. Pick out a special perfume. I never
do any of that.
But I did all of it this week. For Adley.
I get our room keys and then, as soon as we’ve opened
it up and Adley’s exclaimed over the luxurious suite I booked
us, complete with a king sized bed, chandelier, Jacuzzi, and a
bathroom large enough to park a bus in with a claw foot tub
and a huge glass shower, I let her in on part of the surprise.
“I booked us a couples massage in half an hour. Then
we have dinner reservations. Is that alright?”
“Alright?” she exclaims. “Yes! Oh my god, this place
is so nice! I’m almost scared to touch anything. I think the
sheets might be silk.” She’s peeled back the heavy red-gold
and red coverlet and she’s running her hand over them.
I can’t wait to get between them with her. The room is
big enough that I can’t wait for a lot of things. I swallow hard
and rub my damp palms on my jeans. I’m almost scared to go
for a massage. My hard as a rock nipples will probably cut
through the padded table.