love"I'm very proud of you My Pet. Let me, show everyone how proud I am."
"Shhh! I can tell. They'll know, I promise." She put her finger to his lips and he puckered up. She kissed him again and climbed out.
He held his arm for her and walked softly, opening the door for her then whispering to Luis. She didn't think anything of it until they both laughed and Luis walked away talking on the cell. The store caught her eye and she stepped ahead, then turned and took his hand and pulled him along. She was greeted by a pretty associate and counted on her fingers the list of items she wanted to see.
Panties were first, two styles and hand fulls of colors and she moved on. Bras were next, two styles she was familiar with and handed them to the associate, the next two she held them to her bust and looked evilly at him. The associate answered questions and they both laughed. The associate was blushing, glanced at him and walked away.
"What was that about?" He raised an eyebrow. She smiled, gave him a kiss and said nothing. He watched as she walked away, her hands coming up gathering her hair, twirling then a twist, then, it was in a bun. He watched her now as she was focusing on night gowns and house coats, the way she tested the fabric and then held them to the bright lights of the display window, checked the seams. He'd wanted to just look at her, see how she moved, the expressions on her face as her mind was somewhere else. She smiled brought several over, took his arm, held it out and draped one or two.
"This one is a solid seam, this one is split slightly up the side. Hmmm?"
"What?"
"Well, the solid one you'd have to slip over me for me to be totally nude, or, I can get this one. It has straps and you could slide it over my shoulders, it would drop to my nipples and then, off, on the floor. This one is slit to mid thigh. If I were, oh excuse me, 'when' I'm lying next to you or when we're sitting together. See? You could put your hands between my legs and I wouldn't have to strip. Unless, well, you wanted me, to, stip? She stood close and held it across her with one hand. Her other hand ran up under the fabric and fondled him.
"All of them!"
"I thought you might say that, but I just-don't-know!!" She kissed him, smelling his scent and feeling the smooth fabric, she felt herself getting wet and thought she'd have to pace herself. Or not.
"Don't know what?"
"Well, My Love, you did say, I had a closet. My closet. But these should be folded, carefully placed in a chest of drawers. Like this".
"I didn't mention it?"
"noooo, or perhaps you couldn't since I was so happy about the closet!"
"That must be it. The closet has built ins".
"How many?" She squealed and giggled and she got him to smile. He put his arms around her, picked her up to her toes and kissed her.
"People, My Love" She whispered but returned his kiss.
"Rule Number 2."
"You don't mind?"
"Never. No one else's business when I want to kiss you, or hold you."
They were checking out and boxes were already piling up when Luis returned. Behind him was one of the mall attendants who took the boxes. Luis took out his handkerchief, wrapped the coffee and handed it to her. She took a sip and the flavor flowed over her tongue and she took another sip.
"What is this Luis?"
"Vanilla latte with steamed heavy whipping cream" She took another sip. He turned her face to him and wiped the foam from her lips, and she caught herself staring at him. She offered him a sip, the coffee sending a wave through her.
Two more stores and she had jeans, tee shirts, accessories, a suede sport jacket and,
"There can't possibly any room left in that car!" She suddenly thought.
"I'm having them delivered. They've got a big truck outside."
"Thank you." She put her arms around his neck and when she tilted her head he held her tightly and kissed her for a very very long time. She relaxed and moved her lips over his.
Lunch was a large fresh salad, steamed fish with white steamed rice with almond slices, fruit plate heavy on mango, iced tea and sparkling water. He watched as she sat back, took out a scent, rubbed her wrists together and held it out for him. Then inhaled it again herself. Without a thought she she took a sip of sparkling water, and put her feet up in his lap. She took a second look and saw him reach, and then slip her shoes off and begin rubbing her feet. The sensation oozed through her as his hands carefully massaged her feet. She looked him right in the eyes.
"If you'd done that, I'd left with you, for free" She continued holding his stare.
"Thank you. But I'd paid twice as much." He smiled at her and motioned for her to give him her other foot to rub.
Finishing the day with shoes and a few dresses, she said she was getting hungry again. "Didn't you mention something about sushi?" She smiled and turned for him to appraise her ensemble. Slim cut jeans that made her legs look even longer and her butt tucked up a bit, thick leather belt, light blue blouse and a Coach bag that held the essentials. He laced up the sport shoes, since the jeans were "well fitted". He helped on with her suede sport coat, pulled it together and started to kiss her but stopped.
"What? You've been kissing me all day." She grabbed his coat lapel.
"Mess up your lipstick"
"It's yours to mess, anytime. I'm your girl now. I got plenty lipstick. A girl can't complain when her man wants to kiss her." She puckered up and leaned forward.
The ride in the car was quiet and she sat close and held his arm. Dinner was rowdy, they sat at the sushi bar and toasted Saki with the chef. The drive home was again quiet and she thought back again at those thoughts this time with more confidence, saying nothing.
Home was wonderful and familiar and she let out her breath. The bed had been changed and turned down, the frig full of food she'd made a list for and she reached for a bottle of white wine, when he came from behind her and put his arms around her, nuzzled and kissed her neck. She rested her head and felt his arms come up around her breasts and she moaned a bit.
"I'll open the wine. There's something for you in the other room." He said. She looked at him, and then ran to the other room. The present was wrapped with a card. The card was addressed simply "To My Girl"
"Her Geisha name was Migoto Houko. It meant, Beautiful Treasure. She was very famous. I had Kenji, find it for me, just for you, he's a good friend."
"The owner of our sushi place. I met him tonight." Her eyes were tearing and she couldn't look up just yet.
"I look into those eyes of yours, watch how you move." He stopped and caressed her cheek.
"I thought you'd have it unwrapped by now. " He teased, but anxious too. She stood and turned and put her head on his chest and took a shaky breath. They shared a sip of wine and he had to turn her around and push her to the wrapped present.
"What is it?" She knelt down in front of the low table and started to unwrap it carefully. He said nothing. She opened layer after layer until it began to reveal its self. There was a dark mahogany polished chest with jade, ivory and gold inlay, with lined drawers inside drawers. Some swung to the left, some to the right, the lid opened to a crystal clear makeup mirror where she saw the fear, the joy and her tears in the mirror.
"Its her makeup chest. Thought I should get something that was suited to you. Sometimes I stare at you, memorize your face"
She couldn't take her eyes off of it, stroking the flat surfaces and hairline edges carefully with her fingertips.
He sat next to her and she looked at it over and over as they finished a second glass of wine. Neither talking.
"How would you like to see me model something for you?" She wiped her eyes, and kissed him and whispered, "Thank you.", and kissed him again.
"Cork another bottle to breathe, and pour our glass, please" She touched the chest again and walked into their bedroom.
The wine was poured, and he rested on the couch, very, happy with himself for the surprise. One light was switched off and he turned to see where she was.
She walked in with her hair down, and over her shoulders, nude, and stood before him. She took his hand and guided it between her legs to let him feel how wet she was, her lips and thighs. She let go his hand, had a sip of wine and held his stare, knelt before him with her legs apart, placed her arms behind her and bent forward until her hair fell forward and covered her face.
"I'm, your, girl."
