Chapter 13
I couldn't quite believe my ears. Was Gabe suggesting ...? "You want to bring him home for me? You'd do that?" I asked him. I was sort of in shock. I had entertained the idea, in a fantasy sort of way, but had not seriously considered it. I heard him stammer. "Well ... I ah ... if that's what you would like then I umm ... yeah."
I thought for a few moments and replied. "What if I don't want to?"
A much more confident voice replied. "Then I will come home and use you myself."
I smiled. "Do that then." There was a pause and an exhale and then he replied. "Will do."
Gabe called me again the next morning while I was driving to work. "Hey," he said and then paused where you might insert a term of endearment. He'd used them in the last few weeks, but it was sort of an unconscious thing. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"
I thought for a moment. "Umm ... no. Why?"
His voice brightened. "Well, I thought I'd take my lady friend out on a date tonight. Would you like that?" If I hadn't been driving, I think I would have closed my eyes and melted a little. "I'd really like that, hun."
"That's terrific!" he replied excitedly. "I'll be home around two-thirty and I'll have a dress and shoes picked out for you." I sighed. "That sounds wonderful. I can't wait."
"Great! Okay, babe, I'll see you later. Bye!" He called me babe. I loved it.
I arrived home around five-thirty to find him already showered and dressed. I could hear the dryer running, no doubt with a load of his work uniforms.
He was wearing a pair of navy blue slacks with a light grey shirt and a dark grey sports coat. God, he looked good. He met me at the door with a kiss. He took my lunch bag and purse and walked me to our bedroom door.
"Don't dally, dinners at seven-fifteen." He was positively glowing and all I wanted to do was kiss him.
On my bed was my red dress. I smiled. Every woman has or should have a dress like my red one. The show-stopper dress.
It was strapless and came down to about four inches from my knee. With the red peep-toe slingbacks he'd picked out, I was bound to get a lot of dirty looks tonight.
Next to my dress was my overnight bag. I lifted the flap and saw that he'd already filled it with everything he'd need for an overnight stay somewhere.
I looked back to see him leaning against the door frame, with a wicked grin. "Yeah, we won't be coming home tonight, so pack your toothbrush."
I grinned back. "This sounds like my kind of date." I watched this man, who seemed to grow more confident by the day, walk up to me. He took my face gently in his hand and kissed me tenderly. He pulled back and smiled. "I guarantee it."
There's nothing like watching your man's eyes go wide when you step out looking good. Gabe was on the couch with his phone when I walked out of the bedroom. He set it aside and stood.
"Whoa. You look amazing." The awed look on his face said volumes. The red shoes had been bought specifically for this dress and they are my only pair with a five-inch stiletto heel.
"We're not going dancing, are we?" I said with a slight smile. "These aren't dancing shoes."
The lustful look he gave me made me shiver. "Not vertically," he said softly. He walked up to me, put his arm around my back, and pulled me in for a kiss. It felt amazing.
The bodice of the red dress is itself a bustier and is designed to be worn without a bra. Consequently, there is some serious cleavage visible. It certainly seemed like he was enjoying it.
I handed him my collar. "This goes well with my dress I think." I was surprised when Gabe frowned and then tossed it over his shoulder. "Whether you are wearing it or not, you are mine." He said it as a statement of fact and went back to admiring me in the dress.
"You look good enough to eat," he said seductively. I handed him our overnight bag. "Hold that thought, sailor."
You could have knocked me over with a feather when we pulled up to the front of the Four Palms resort in Cocoa Beach. I turned to him as we pulled into the valet parking lane.
"Are you serious?" I said excitedly. He just smiled. "I thought you were supposed to be saving money."
He looked over at me. "I'm sorry. I should have done this weeks ago. I'll do better in the future." I sighed. "You don't have to. You spend time with me, you cook for me, and you're pretty darn good in the sack. I've got no complaints."
The valet opened my door and Gabe was around the car in a flash, to help me out. His Mustang sits a little low so getting out without flashing the goods is tricky in heels and a short dress, but we managed.
We picked up our room keycard and headed for the restaurant. It was a little surreal being here with Gabe. This hotel and I have ... history. Though it had been a few years since my last visit.
When we were seated, Gabe held my chair for me. I'll say one thing for my sister and her husband, they raised Gabe right. As he pushed in my chair he leaned over and kissed the side of my neck. 'You smell terrific." I gave him a sly smile.
Our table was against the wall, and we sat next to one another instead of across. We could see across the entire dining area. I could feel his eyes on me. After we had been at our table for a few minutes and the wine had been poured Gabe held out his hand with a grin.
I smiled. "What?" I watched him mouth the word. "Panties."
My eyes went wide. "Now?" He nodded. "Now." I shifted nervously in my chair. "Gabe, I don't ..." His hand settled over mine. Our eyes met and he was not smiling. "Do it, now," he growled. I sighed and melted a little inside. This young man just seemed to get more and more confident in every way, and I wanted to please him so much. I smiled at him and nodded.
I took my time, and I was able to squirm around enough to slip my panties off without much fuss. The tablecloth helped a lot. I tried to hand them to him under the table, but he just smiled and held his hand out again where it had been. I couldn't believe it. My panties were red satin with black lace trim. Should someone see us, there's no way they could be mistaken for anything else.
I looked him in the eyes, and they were resolute. I handed him my panties. Without a care, he lifted them to his mouth and breathed deeply. Then he tucked them into his breast pocket and left just a hint of them sticking out, as though they were a handkerchief. God, it was so bold.
We had a delightful dinner. The food was served in courses and like most "gourmet" meals, served in tiny portions. It was sumptuous and decadent. At the end of our meal, the waiter came by and let us know that the bill had been taken care of and wished us a good night. Gabe smiled as if he wasn't even surprised, handed the waiter some cash, and thanked him. I saw the waiter's eyes notice Gabe's handkerchief that wasn't a handkerchief, and his eyes got wide for a moment.
"Taken care of?" I whispered in his ear as we walked to the elevators. I felt his arm around my waist. He smiled. "One of the chefs here is a Coast Guard reservist." We arrived at the elevator, and he pushed the call button. "He does his weekend drills on either of the two cutters here when we're in-port. We got to talking last weekend when we were preparing dinner for the duty section, and he suggested I bring you here."
The elevator doors opened, and we stepped inside. He hit the button for our floor and turned to me. The intensity of his look gave me a shiver. He bent and kissed me lightly. "I've always wanted to do it in an elevator. Are you game?" he whispered.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe if we were going to the hundred and tenth floor but we're only going to the ..." the elevator dinged as we arrived on the fifth floor.
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