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A Day of Anticipation

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By Zoie ParkPublished 3 years ago 10 min read
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The doorbell rang for the second time at 12:00 p.m. on the dot. Jami had been soaking in her small tub to try to get the ache out of her sore muscles. She had done a solo 5-mile hike in the Blue Ridge Mountains the day before and was feeling the effects on her muscles today. She had just started the process of getting out of the tub when the doorbell rang for the first time, followed by a swift knock. The knock held a note of immediacy that Jami recognized from her twin sister when things were going south quickly. The rush to get to the door did not allow Jami time to dry off. She threw on her favorite silk Kimono robe and headed quickly for the door. The silk molded to her curvy body leaving very little to the imagination, but Jami didn’t mind because Cami had seen it all before, they were womb-mates after all. In her haste to get the door, the now wet silk wrapped around her long legs causing her to trip and almost nosedive into the side table. Hence why she knew the time as the doorbell rang for the second time.

Managing to regain her balance, Jami made her way to the door and threw it open with an exaggerated sigh, expecting Cami to come rushing in the house in her always frazzled manner. Jami was surprised to find the person standing at her front door was not her sister, but a young delivery man. He was as surprised by the figure standing in the doorway, as Jami was that he was not Cami. He had been in the process of fishing out his phone to make a call, but immediately slide the phone back into his pocket.

“Jamison Hodge?”, he asked as he focused on her appearance for the first time. A slow smile spread over his face as he leered at her. His gaze slowly traveled the length of her body, the wet silk which was plastered to her body hiding little to the imagination

“Yes, I am Jamison Hodge…. Up here!” as she snapped her fingers twice. “May I help you?”

“Uh… oh my, I am sorry… I have three packages for you to be delivered at 12:00 exactly and I was running late, and I do not want to lose my job and…” the young man stammered in a rushed voice.

Jamison smiled to put the young man at ease, she knew he was now embarrassed that he was caught gawking at her. “Relax,” she stated calmly “I am she and you can now deliver these packages without fear of losing your job.”

The delivery man kept his gaze diverted as he handed her a slip to sign before handing over the very plane looking brown wrapped boxes. Each of the three packages had a single daisy attached to it with a handwritten card hanging from a purple ribbon. Jami knew instantly these packages were from Kevin. Only he would take the time to add the detail of one of her favorite flowers and her favorite color to the simple wrapping.

Jami had met Kevin online and they had been seeing each other on and off for almost a year, but Jami had been having doubts about her position in his world. She had tried to express her feeling numerous times, yet Kevin was not in the right head space to hear her. She had tried to walk away from him, knowing they were not in the same place and knowing her personal value and worth enough to not settle for scraps of his time. The separation had lasted a month and his energy had drawn her back to him. There was never a time that they did not have a blast when they were together. This time she refused to allow her heart to be bruised again and had put some major walls up to protect it. Yet, this time something about Kevin was different.

Jami was dying to rip into the boxes to see what treats had been sent to her, as she knew Kevin was a thoughtful gift giver. As she closed the door and headed for the kitchen, she caught sight of herself in the hallway mirror and let out a loud abrupt laugh. She really looked a “hot mess” as her mother would state. Her long auburn hair was hanging in wet tangles down past her shoulders and half of it was still up in a bun. Her freckled skin, normally a porcelain color, was blushed pink from the interaction with the delivery man and her mad dash to the door. Her robe was quite literally plastered to her body showing off every asset she was proud to have.

As she set the packages on the table, she shook her head. She had never been one to worry over modesty as she was a bit of an exhibitionist and she worked hard to keep her form in top physical condition. She had even done naked yoga in an open field recently and had been trying to figure out a time to go again. There was nothing better than moving with nature in one’s birthday suit. Jami felt there was not anything to constrict or separate the body from being one with nature and felt even more grounded as she completed her practice butt naked.

“Damn Jami, focus!” she scolded herself. She was now dying to tear into the simple brown wrapping and see what surprises Kevin had in store for her. She stopped to look at the cards first. Each was written in Kevin’s neat block print and had explicit directions for the Jami. The first box read, “Open me first, but not until 7:30 today! Put this on before you begin getting ready!” Jami’s curiosity and impatience kicked in and she turned to the next card which was sealed. On the outside of the note it read, “I know it’s killing you to tear this open but wait until 8:15!” The third note simply stated, “When you are completely ready for our evening out, you may open this third box and bring the contents with you to The Grey Eagle, I will be waiting for you outside.” Jami now had to wait all day to know the contents of the packages. The anticipation would have her very worked up by 9:00.

Jami spent her day cleaning and working. She went for a run to burn off the energy that was fed by her curiosity. She jumped in the shower after her run and let the water run cold. The anticipation of the night to come had her hormones running on overdrive, as she knew how the evening would eventually end, with Kevin satisfying her lusty needs. He was a master in the bedroom and never left Jami unsatisfied; their love making lasted for hours and was next level in Jami’s eyes.

Jami had set all the packages on the bed in ready for the correct time. At 7:30 she tore into the first package and was in pleasantly surprised to find an amazingly beautiful pair of vibrant purple lace bra and crotchless panties in the box. Jami sighed to herself as she felt the silk slide sinfully over her freshly washed skin. She then headed to the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup while her body was on high alert as the silk slid over her skin with every movement. She finished arranging her hair in shining waves of red silk down her back as 8:15 arrived, and she went to open the second box. She first opened the card and it read, “I hope you like what I have chosen for you this evening. Get dressed, open the final box, and bring the contents with you. Be there by 9:00… Don’t be late Kitten!” Jami tore into the second box with gusto, excited to see what Kevin had chosen to fit her curves. Inside was the most radiant purple silk wrap-dress Jami had ever seen and a pair of tan wedge shoes to match. The dress showed off a fair amount cleavage and leg, and the back of it was similar with a low V that showed off her toned back.

Once Jami had the dress and shoes on, she stood in front of the mirror glowing as the color was the perfect shade for her auburn locks. Her body was on fire in anticipation of what was to come. She added two sprays of her favorite perfume and went to the bed for the final box; when she opened it she found a smaller plain brown box with the words “bring me” printed on the outside. She grabbed the box and headed out the door. She knew if she did not hit traffic, she would be right on time.

Jami pulled her white Jeep into the parking lot of The Grey Eagle at exactly 9:00. As she pulled in her phone went off. Radioactive played over the speaker and she knew it was from Kevin because that was his special ringtone. The text read, “Come to the far back of the lot, I have a parking spot saved and am waiting.” She pulled up next to his truck and put the Jeep in park, taking a moment to appreciate how handsome he was with his jet-black hair, boyish smile and Richard Gere good looks. He walked slowly, with his confident swagger to open her Jeep door. He gave her his hand to help her out the Jeep, always the gentleman.

“Hello Kitten”, he purred in her ear as he engulfed her in a tight embrace. He kissed the side of her neck slowly as he whispered, “You always smell so damn good.”

Kevin broke the embrace, but not before Jami felt his arousal against her body. He motioned for Jami to twirl to show off the magnificent outfit and body that was inside. Kevin stepped closer to her and stated in his sexiest growl, “Baby, you look more amazing than I thought possible. I know this day has tortured you a bit, but I have felt the same torture imagining what you would look like. The reality is better than my imagination. Hand me the last box please.” Jami turned around to reach into the passenger seat of the Jeep and felt Kevin slide behind her. His hot length pressing hard against her as she bent over. He took a moment to sweep her hair over her shoulder and started kissing the back of her neck and upper part of her back. Jami let out an audibly loud groan as these were her “hot spots”. She did not right herself, instead she backed farther into Kevin, knowing they were both about to go into flames. The anticipation of the coming evening was too much. She handed the package back.

She heard the package rip open and a box snap open. Then she felt the cool metal slide around her neck as a necklace was place there. The pendant that dangled between her breasts was a sunflower, her favorite flower, with an amethyst center. She gasped at the opulence of the gift and tried to turn around to face Kevin, but he stopped her. He started speaking softly in her ear as he ran his hands under her dress, “Jami, I know I have not always been the best at showing you my feelings or making you feel like I wanted you. I have been at war with myself, but almost loosing you has shown me I want you to be part of my life. Be my girl?” Jami could only nod as his fingers slid home into her soaked center. Moments later the zipper of Kevin’s pant came down and the two were in a frenzy in the dark of the parking lot, neither caring if they were seen, only caring that they were connected.

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