She wiggled past me, stood, and used my shirt to wipe the cum from the inside of her thighs. After putting on her shorts and not bothering to put on a shirt, she turned toward me and held out her hand.
“Where’s your phone, mine’s in the ocean,” she said.
“Shorts pocket. You used my shirt to clean up?”
“Yeah, sure did, Dork. You forgave me, remember? Being in trouble with you is some good shit, so feel free to punish me for it. But wait till I’m done dancing,” she said as she reached for my shorts.
Still quite naked, I relaxed into the recliner and watched, wondering what she was going to dance to. Seeing her move to the music was magical, and made her appear exquisite.
As the song began, I realized it was not an old school beat like what she had danced to before, but something much newer, and modern. The beat was hypnotic and the words were very suggestive.
As she pranced up and down the fuselage of the plane to the music, I became erect again. Seeing her squeezing her breasts, dancing, and tossing her hair to the music was far too sensual for me to contain myself.
Halfway into the song, and I couldn’t take it anymore. As she continued to wiggle, turn, and twist to the sound, I began to stroke my cock.
While she danced, I stroked. Several times, in her perfectly timed choreography, she worked her way to within inches of me, pointed at me, and turned away; her hair swirling behind her as she did so.
Quite moved by the entire experience and more than turned-on to the sound of the music and her ability to move in conjunction with it, I continued to stroke myself. As the song came to a close, she dropped to a kneeling position and began to squeeze her breasts.
And I came all over my stomach.
“That was hot as fuck,” she said as I collapsed into the seat.
“Holy crap. It sure was,” I said as I stood. “I need a rag.”
“Here,” she said as she tossed me my shirt.
I wiped the cum from my stomach and grinned as I tossed my shirt on the floor of the plane.
“What was the name of that song? That was remarkable,” I said.
“Only new song worth dancing to. Same name as the shop. Blurred Lines,” she said.
“Blurred Lines? Really?” I asked.
She nodded her head. “Yep.”
“I’ll have to remember that one,” I said.
“Be tough to forget,” she said.
As the place began to descend, I gazed down at her and became lost in her beauty. She was wild, she was intense, she was brash, and she was without any type of filter whatsoever.
But she was mine.
And I intended to make sure she knew it.
STEVIE
I rolled to my side and opened my eyes. The portion of the bed beside me was made neatly, and Wilson’s pillows were perfectly placed against the headboard of the bed. Confused, I rolled to the other side and glanced toward the master bath. I heard nothing to indicate he was in there.
“Wilson?”
“Wilson?”
I climbed from the bed, walked to the bathroom, and peed. His towel hung from the towel rack in front of me. I reached for it and pressed my hand against it. Still damp from his shower, it was obvious he had already awoken and prepared himself for the day. Still quite tired, I stumbled for the bedroom door which led to the hallway and opened it.
“Wilson?”
I hopped down the steps and walked into the kitchen. On the center island was a small envelope. I walked to the edge of the counter and gazed down at it. In the center, my name was written in his perfect handwriting.
Fuck me, he’s breaking up with me for being an idiot…
I frantically tore the envelope open and pulled out a plain white card with a decorative edge.
Go to the place where we had our first date, but whatever you do, don’t choose to wait…
What the fuck?
I ran upstairs, grabbed my purse, and ran to the garage. Still dressed in my pajamas, and not even wearing a bra, I started my car and drove the two miles to the only Dunkin Donuts in the city. After I arrived, I sat in the car, slightly hesitant to go inside with my tits flopping everywhere, but the note said not to wait.
As I walked in fully expecting to see Wilson, I was surprised to see a dozen or so firemen and two cops.
I walked to the counter and stared at the lady behind it.
“Stevie?” she asked with a smile.
“Huh?”
“You’re Stevie?” she asked.
“Uhhm, yeah.”
“Here,” she said as she handed me an identical envelope.
I accepted it, nodded my head, and turned around. As I walked toward the door, I opened it and pulled out the card.
The home where you once lived was cute, yet small. Your next clue hangs on an exterior wall…
This motherfucker has got me playing a game.
A fucking scavenger hunt.
I kicked the door open, walked to my car, and tossed the card in the seat beside the other. After a fifteen minute drive to the other side of town, I pulled into the driveway of my old home. In complete contrast to the brown paint, a white envelope was pinned to the left side of the house, high on the exterior wall. I got out of the car, walked to the side of the house and stared up at the envelope.
After half a dozen tries, I finally jumped up high enough to grab the bottom of the envelope and tear it from the siding.
I tore it open, pulled out the card, and grinned.
You stood in the rain; angry, cold, and wet…and in that place the next clue you’ll get…
You cocksucker.
I backed out of the driveway and drove all the way to the other end of town. After finally finding a parking spot, I began to weave my way through the countless shopping carts and cars and make my way toward the front of the store. As I cleared the last aisle of cars and glanced up, I was shocked.
Lightning sat on his bike at the exact spot where Wilson and I met.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
He grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “Sittin’, you?”
“I uhhm. I came here. I’m looking for something,” I said.
He nodded his head once. “Nice pajamas.”
“Fuck off,” I said in a sarcastic tone. “I didn’t have time to change.”
He leaned forward slightly and reached for his back pocket. “Look like this?”
He pulled a wrinkled but identical envelope from his back pocket and studied it.
“You weirdo,” I said as I snatched the envelope from his hand.
I tore the envelope open and pulled out the card.
The next clue you need is on my plane, but time is of the essence, so don’t refrain…
“Bye,” I said as I spun around.
I ran to the car, backed out of the stall, and raced down Rock Road toward Jabara airport. A small private airport at the north end of the city was where we had landed the plane when we came home, and he probably had the note stuck the side of the plane with a piece of fucking bubblegum, knowing him.
The clue finding was cute, and I was actually beginning to enjoy it. I loved how Wilson made me feel with his way of doing things, and I liked that he gave me nice hand written cards. The little rhymes in the cards were cute, and I was anxious to find the next one. Within ten minutes, I pulled up to the guarded entrance of the airport, and was met by a guard.
“How can I help you?” he asked.
“Hi, I need to get something off a plane,” I said.
“Excuse me, Ma’am?” he asked.
I cleared my throat and shook my head. “My boyfriend has an envelope with a clue for me on his plane, and I need to get it.”
“Name?” he asked.
“His or mine?” I asked.
“Yours, Ma’am.”
“Stevie Satterfield,” I said.
“Not on the list, Ma’am,” he responded as he studied his clipboard.
“I just need to…”
“Ma’am, you’re not on the list,” he said.
As I prepared to give him a piece of my mind and crash the gate, a man in a pilot’s jumpsuit walked up to the guard shack and cleared his throat. The guard turned around, noticed the man, and excused himself.
“One moment, Ma’am,” he said.
After a moment, he returned. “You’ll need to park the car behind you, ma’am.”
“And then what?” I asked.
“Go with him, Ma’am,” he said as he pointed at the man in the pilot’s suit.
Slightly frustrated, I parked the car, walked up to the guard shack, and crossed my arms in front of my all but bare boobs.
“You taking me to the plane?” I asked.
“Stevie?” he asked.
“The one and only,” I responded.
“Follow me,” he said.
After following him past the hangers and onto the tarmac, asking tons of questions the entire way, he pointed to a helicopter. “We’ll be taking the chopper. Ma’am.
“Huh? Where are we going?” I asked.
The wind from the helicopter had my hair going everywhere, and my pajama pants were flapping like a flag.
“Keep your head down,” he said as he motioned to the spinning blades above.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
He pulled the door open and tilted his head toward the inside of the helicopter. “Get in, Ma’am. This is the last leg of the trip.”
Excited to ride on a helicopter, I climbed inside. After he got in the other side, he motioned to the seatbelt, which resembled a harness. After helping me secure it, he handed me a set of headphones and told me to put them on.
“Robinson 10-456 to flight control…check…”
“Robinson 10-456 cleared for takeoff on the south runway…”
“Roger that, flight control, Robinson 10-456 for takeoff…”
I grinned as the helicopter quickly lifted from the ground and began to hover. It seemed strange, and almost made me feel sick, but as soon as it began to fly forward, it was a very interesting feeling.
Within a few minutes, we were hovering over the city. It felt like I was a bird, and nothing like the feeling of flying in Wilson’s jet. As we flew over the city, I tried to make sense of where we were and what the buildings were beneath me, but had no idea of where anything was. Eventually, I finally relaxed into my seat and enjoyed the view.
As we flew into the city, I realized my life with Wilson was not only different than it had ever been, but would continue to be different for as long as I lived based solely on his financial ability to do things other people couldn’t. In no way was his wealth a factor in my decision to be with him, and in fact, I was sure I’d be with him even if he was destitute.
The way he made me feel was priceless.
As we flew into the heart of the city, the larger buildings stood in complete contrast to the shorter ones. Although they all looked unfamiliar from where we were, I found them to be interesting.
“We’ll be landing on the one with the grey roof and the red circle on top…”
I giggled into the microphone. “Roger that…”
He turned toward me and smiled.
“Robinson 10-456 descending 102 East Douglas…”
After a few seconds we landed on the roof. He flipped switches, shut down the helicopter, and removed his headset. I shrugged my shoulders and did the same.
“What now?” I asked.
“Get out of the bird, Ma’am,” he said as he opened his door.
I opened my door, got out, and walked around the front of the chopper, slightly confused on where I was going to go, or how I was going to get to my car. As I walked up to the pilot and began to speak, he unzipped his flight suit and reached inside.
“Here you are Ma’am,” he said as he handed me a folded envelope. “Have a nice day.”
I unfolded the envelope and pulled out the card.
Riding in a helicopter is far from a bore, take the stairs from the roof to the twenty-fifth floor…
“Where are the stairs?” I asked.
“Right behind you, Ma’am,” he said as he pointed over my shoulder. “The brick box with the door. Just open it and follow them down.”
“Thank you,” I said over my shoulder as I hurried to the stairs.
After walking down three flights, the sign on the wall of the staircase said it was the twenty-fifth floor. I stepping onto the landing and turned toward the exit door. I immediately noticed an envelope taped to the center of the door. I anxiously pulled it off and opened it.
Take the elevator five more stories down, and then join hands with the funny little clown…
Clown? There better not be a fucking clown, or I’ll throat punch the fucker.
I pushed the door open and walked down the hallway to the elevator. After getting in and pushing the 20th floor, I sighed and stared at the floor. As the door opened, I glanced up.
“Hi!” a squeaky voice shouted.
A four foot tall midget clown jumped in front of the door. Dressed in a polka-dot clown suit with a red nose and huge red shoes, he stomped his feet against the floor and held out his hand.
“You creepy little fucker, get away from me. Where’s Wilson?” I asked.
“Take my hand,” he said as he waved his white-gloved hand at his side.
“Fuck off. Where’s Wilson?”
“Take my hand…” he squeaked.
“You creepy little prick, if you fucking touch me…”
He sighed a little clown sigh and stomped his feet. After staring up at the ceiling for a minute, he shifted his creepy little clown eyes toward me.
“Take my hand, we’ll go down the hall, and when we arrive, you’ll have a ball…” he said in a creepy little clown voice.
“I’ll follow you,” I said. “But don’t touch me.”
“Take my fucking hand,” he growled.
Jesus.
“Don’t do anything weird,” I said as I reluctantly grabbed his hand.
At least he was wearing gloves.
We walked down the hallway and almost instantly, I realized where I was. It was Wilson’s old office. The fucking weirdo had taken me on a wild goose chase to his old office, probably for a party to celebrate Andrew taking over.
The fucking dork.
After the clown stepped beside the door and released my hand, I wiped it on my pajamas and opened the door. As soon as I recognized all of the faces, my heart almost stopped and a lump quickly rose into my throat.
STEVIE
I gazed around the room. Wilson, his parents, Blake, Riley, Jaye, Lightning, Andrew, and both of my parents were all gathered in Wilson’s office. Considering how they were all dressed, I felt like a complete fool. Clutching the envelopes in my hand, I reluctantly took a step into the office.
Dressed in a black tuxedo, Wilson hurried to my side.
“You brought my parents to Andrew’s party?” I whispered as he leaned forward to give me a kiss.
“Don’t be angry. And you may be surprised. They’ve both recently completed a treatment program at the Betty Ford Clinic. They went together,” he whispered in my ear.
I leaned back and studied his face. “Are you fucking serious?”
He nodded his head. “It was pretty difficult to convince your father to go, but he eventually agreed. He’s doing quite well, just celebrated his sixtieth day of sobriety.”
“Holy crap,” I gasped.
My parents looked better than they had in years. I hadn’t seen them in the same room as each other since I was a toddler, and it was almost impossible to even comprehend. All eyes were on us, and I was obviously the hold up on the party getting started, but I still had no idea why I had to jump through so many hoops to find out about it. As I began to wonder if everyone else had to do the same thing, Wilson turned toward his private bathroom and released my hand.
“There’s a dress in there for you. Put it on,” he said with a nod of his head.
&nbs
p; Still clutching the cards in my hand and feeling nervous, I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Hanging on the back of the door was a beautiful sleeveless ivory colored lace dress decorated with small beads and jewels. It was gorgeous, and I probably would have picked it out of a million others if I had to choose one myself.
You did good, Wilson.
I got undressed, put on the dress, and fixed my hair in the mirror. Beside the vanity sat a pair of my Red-Bottoms. I slipped off my flip-flops, put on the shoes, and opened the door. Still clutching the cards in my hand, I stepped out into the room.
Wilson took my free hand and tugged against me.
“Follow me,” he said as he walked toward his desk.
Everyone seemed to be preoccupied, and could have cared less that I was there. I decided it wasn’t a party for me, and although I felt like I was the center of attention, the party was for Andrew. As I began to feel slightly foolish for my thoughts and feelings, Wilson released my hand and stepped onto his old desk.
“Ladies and gentlemen…”
All eyes turned toward Wilson.
“A few months ago, in this very office, on a day she was struggling with her feelings, the woman I love dearly came to her senses and told me for the very first time that she loved me. I, too, told her for the first time that I loved her in return. In this very office in which you’re standing,” he said with authority.
He paused, leaned down, and kissed me. As he stood back up, he held his hands in the air.
“And it is here that I decided would be the only place…could be the only place…” he paused and gazed into my eyes.
“The only place…”
What the fuck are you doing?
“Where I would ask the most beautiful woman to ever grace this earth…”
“If she would take my hand in marriage…”
My knees went weak.
And my throat went dry.
And the cards fell from my hand down to the floor.
“Stevie Satterfield, will you marry me?” he asked as he reached into jacket of his tuxedo.
He held a ring between his thumb and forefinger.
A tear began to roll down my cheek. I nodded my head and opened my mouth.
“Fuck yes, I will,” I whispered.
He jumped from his desk, landed on the floor beside me, and lifted my left hand. As he slipped the ring onto my finger, I felt myself begin to collapse.
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