Sunset Date

Early summer provides a special kind of energy that memories are made of. The heat begins and we welcome it, as we find new and old apparel that fits our bodies. We remember our favorite times, our best moments and dream about new ones. Our skin begins to tan as we spend more time in the sun, giving us radiance and confidence. The long winter, and creaky spring are behind us, and we all feel like adventure. For her, it felt like she had been in years of winter, and months of spring…not sure if her heart knew what summer was any more. He felt like June and July to her. She smiled like a silly girl when he made his presence known, or when she thought of him. He made her feel adventurous and his smile made her forget about the risk.

They checked in together earlier that afternoon. The suite was impeccable, views of the city and a California sunset that could hold your attention until dark. His and hers bathrooms, with a shared all glass island shower, positioned directly behind the bed…was more than one could dream of. She was tired, and tucked in for a nap while he worked for a couple hours. When she woke up, he was gone, but a note was on her nightstand. His handwriting was unmistakable to her, she’d read at least a dozen letters from him, all entitled “Mi Amor” or “Baby Girl”.

Mi Amor,

Went to the gym downstairs, I’ll pick you up for dinner at 7PM.

Dress casual, but expect to be on my arm.

Love,

Daddy

She read it enough times to memorize it, before getting out of bed. She walked into her obscenely large hotel closet, wishing she had packed more. It was getting late already, she hopped in the shower…

It was nice for him to spend a couple hours by himself. The gym was phenomenal and empty, plenty of room for him and his thoughts. Music drowned the noises in his head, as he worked his way around the gym, pushing out as much stress as he could before heading to the steam room.

She bounced around between her oversized closet and bathroom, lotioning and make-up while selecting what to wear. Her favorite pair of ripped jeans that shaped her rear were a must. A new pair of sneakers made their way out of the fresh box. She took her tall pumps and hid them near the bed for later that night… Finally, a deep v neckline top, that caught the eye, coupled with a necklace that said she belonged to him. She put her hair down on one side, just as he knocked….

“Hey Baby Girl” he said, before looking her up and down, and smiling. His smile melted her, he had a way of looking at her…like he had been waiting to see her for months. He wore a soft summer cotton button down, the kind that doesn’t wrinkle, with the sleeves rolled a quarter of the way up. Clean, casual sneakers and crisp shorts. “Ready my love?”

“Si Papi” she said softly and smiled. He grabbed her hand, and she saw the watch around his wrist…a very special one, one he bought on the same day he first ever bought her flowers.

They sauntered downstairs and chatted about her nap, the room, and the hotel. He pulled her towards the lobby bar, where they were greeted “Mr. Joe! Welcome back sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Sasha, thank you for staying with us.” She blushed, unsure of what was going on. “Wishing you a wonderful evening tonight, enjoy” he calmly exclaimed as he poured them both a small sipper of aged tequila, and then walked away.

“Cheers baby” and they threw them back and headed out down the boulevard.

It was one of those summer nights, when it felt like there was always laughter in the air. Every shop looked pretty, every restaurant packed. They played games as they strolled, fantasy trips, true or false, and “have you ever?”. She found reasons to touch him, he found reasons to hold her hand, and neither could stop smiling at one another.

They found a cul de sac with a handful of taco trucks and blitzed each one. Tall beers and micheladas between the two of them as they taste tested every taco they could find, debating their favorites furiously. For hours they walked the city, finding great eateries along the way, with pit stops for beers and tequila when their lips needed to get wet. He found reasons to whisper in her ear, and paw her ass, she made excuses to let her hand glide up his thigh and lock arms with him.

As the sun grew orangish red, and the blacktop shone, their lips found one another with blindness to the world around them. Salt, limes, and the fervor of summer wrapped around their world and it made it their own. His lap was never empty, and she never left his gaze. When all the tacos had been tasted, she snuck one last beer in her purse and shared it as they walked down the coastline. They parked themselves on a bench facing a pier and watched the sun go down. She leaned her back into the craw between his chest and shoulder, and his arm wrapped around her. As the sun passed the equater, his kisses hit the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and let him taste her, gently, but with his big lips, marking her shoulders…pulling her shirt to the side to tease her some more. He watched as her hips began to move, and her legs spread open… With no passerbys, he unbuttoned her jeans and stuffed his big hand in between her thighs, grinding his knuckles outside of her panties as his lips continued to mark her like his property. With her eyes closed, and the tequila tipsiness feeding her hunger, she moaned quietly, as his hand soaked her… She lost herself, forgot where she was, and opened herself up wider…that’s when his finger slipped into her needy kitty. “You’re so fucking wet” he whispered…as his finger worked up and down, inside and out, grinding inside her to open her up. Her pussy opened up for him, and he slid another finger in, enjoying every minute of the mess she was making of his hands. “Please…please” she began to mutter under her moans…his fingers quickened, his palmed intentionally rubbed against her clit as he worked her pretty little hole open… “Now mi amor, cum for me” he whispered…never stopping his hand, she gushed, biting her lip as she came for him on that bench. He kept working her until her hips calmed, and she was just catching her breath…that’s when he kissed her. HIs hands wrapped around her face… “Eres mia” he told her, before he began to feed her his wet fingers. They made out on that bench until it began to get cold, enjoying each other in a way that only lovers can.

Still early, but deep into their night, he requested an uber. She was lost in him, completely in his world. After her orgasm, she couldn’t touch him enough, love him enough. She clung to him, two arms wrapped around his one, face on his shoulder, waiting for their ride. She got possessive, enraptured with him when he made her cum without getting his release…it made her want him even more. He just smiled at her calmly, showed her his love and affection, and let her know, she was his, only his. “I love you Daddy” she said with doe eyes. “I love you Baby Girl, with everything that I am.” Kissing her, as she closed her eyes to absorb his words.

They crawled into the uber, her always close, never resting her eyes, but instead always wanting to be in this moment with him. She felt cared for, young, and protected, as they made their way back to the hotel. The bartender smiled and tipped his head to them as they crossed the lobby. She looked in the mirrors of the elevator at him… thinking “there’s no one like him”. He looked down at her, soft eyes, full lips, gentle hands and admired to himself “she’s mine, all mine”.

Entering the room, he picked her up and placed her on the bed, kissing her…then went to the bathroom to clean up. He watched through the glass as she undressed…exposing the beautiful matching bra and panties. She snagged her heels from nearby and put them on, then positioned herself at the end of the bed. A glimmer of dark red caught his eye…a marking on her…a “J”, written in her lipstick. A symbol, of whom she belonged. She waited, and then she saw a letter near her pillow… “But how?” she thought…

Baby Girl,

I’m not done with you yet…

Daddy

Just as she finished reading, that’s when the lights switched off…