meet him at the same parking lot behind the textile mill where I had once dropped him off, and we would go from there.
I slipped on my new blue dress over a matching blue strapless lace and silk panties set. The dress had delicate straps with rhinestone details
where the straps met the satin top, which accentuated my curves. I decided against the nylons and opted for bare legs and high heels. It was cold
outside; my dress would be hidden for a while under a dress coat until we got to wherever we were going. My big reveal would have to wait. Our
destination was dinner, but I had no idea where. That too, was a secret.
When I arrived at the lot, there was a black sedan with tinted windows waiting for me. As I parked my car, a man I did not know came to my door
and opened it for me.
“Good evening, Ms. Mitchell. My name is Richard. Mr. Christensen has requested that I keep your car secured until you return.” He held out his
hand for me as I exited my car.
“May I have your car keys, please? Your car will be delivered here upon your return,” he assured me. “This way please.” He motioned for me to
follow him to the sedan.
Richard held the sedan door open, and as I peered inside, the back seat was empty - all except for one long-stemmed red rose. My eyes
flashed back to Richard; I was completely confused and I hoped he would give me an explanation. He smiled and motioned with his hand for me to
get in the car.
There were two men sitting in the front seat; the driver and a larger man who I assumed was security, although he was dressed in a suit.
“Good evening, Ms. Mitchell,” the burly man greeted me. “My name is Anthony. I will be escorting you safely to your destination tonight.”
“Good evening, Anthony,” I replied. “It’s nice to meet you.” My mind wandered with thoughts of where I could possibly end up tonight. Where are
they taking me?
We drove south along the coast for almost an hour until the car turned towards the ocean. The sedan entered a marina and stopped along the
docks where several large yachts were moored. It was then that I realized for our first official date, Ryan chartered a yacht. Unbelievable I thought to
myself as my personal bodyguard opened my door.
“This way, please, Ms. Mitchell.”
We passed several huge yachts; they seemed to get bigger and bigger as we approached. I watched carefully where I stepped for I was
navigating the wooden dock in high heels and I was afraid to get a heel caught between the planks.
Anthony directed me to a slip where we turned to board a stately yacht named the “Day Dreamer.” It was beyond magnificent. The rows of
windows were black as night and reflected the waves that rolled into the docks. My heart was pounding with nervousness and excitement. I hadn’t
even seen him yet and this was by far the best date I’d ever been on in my life.
I crossed over the gangway to board the boat and as my eyes lifted I saw Ryan standing there in the moonlight, waiting for me. He reached out
his hand to take mine; he had the most beautiful grin on his face.
“Hey you,” he sighed then softly kissed me. I just smiled and shook my head at him in disbelief.
“What do you think?” he asked with a smirk on his face.
“This is unbelievable!” I breathed out. “I’m speechless!”
“Let’s go in where it’s warm.” He led me by the hand through the ornate glass doors. Inside the closed cabin the lights were slightly dimmed,
casting a beautiful hue on the marble and glass interior. The parlor was more elaborate than any five star hotel could ever hope to be.
The tapestries and décor were all shades of brown and rust - so warm and inviting. Lush floral arrangements of roses and lilies adorned the
tables and the air was perfumed with their scent. Soft, relaxing music played over the sound system.
“Can I take your coat?” Ryan asked, stepping behind me.
I slowly unfastened the buttons; Ryan’s hands slipped the wool off my bare shoulders. He handed my coat to an awaiting steward who
disappeared quickly from the room.
I did a slow turn to face him.
“You are absolutely stunning,” Ryan said softly.
He was wearing a dark suit and a white button-down shirt. It was the first time I saw him dressed up. He was freshly shaven and wearing that
cologne that always intoxicated me.
“You’re quite breathtaking yourself!” I smiled back to him.
He ushered me towards the center of the yacht where a magnificent staircase led to the upper and lower decks. Gilded mirrors and artwork
hung from the walls. We passed an ornate bar and a small galley on our way towards the bow of the yacht.
The front salon was decorated in hues of blue and beige, with two semi-circle sofas dominating the central area. The entire room was clad in
windows allowing a panoramic view of the moonlit ocean.
Overlooking the bow was a magnificent mahogany dining table set elegantly with two place settings. Real silver, crystal stemware, white china
with an exquisitely tall bouquet of fresh flowers in the center; it was all too perfect.
“Good evening, sir. The captain would like to know if you are ready to depart?” one of the ship’s stewards asked Ryan.
“Yes, please,” he graciously replied.
The ship’s engines hummed to life and I could see the crew pulling in the ropes that secured us to the docks. I walked over to the window to get
a closer look as we departed the slip. The moon was almost full; fluffy clouds dotted the night sky, occasionally obscuring the moon from view. We
would have a perfect night to be out on the ocean.
Ryan stood behind me; his hands rested on my waist as he softly kissed my bare shoulder.
“So, what do you think?” he whispered in my ear.
“Very impressive for a first date!” I said enthusiastically.
“It’s not our first date. If I recall correctly, you took me out on a boat for our first date,” Ryan uttered. “Do you have any idea of how much I wanted
to kiss you when we were out on the lake?”
“I was thinking about kissing you when we were on the deck, actually,” I quietly confessed.
“I almost kissed you then too,” he admitted.
“Why didn’t you?” I wondered, looking up into his eyes.
“I hesitated and you ran off.” Ryan sighed, appearing regretful.
In a matter of moments, we were out on the open sea. The moon shone in the sky like a beacon illuminating our way.
“I really like your dress,” he murmured. His hand swept my hair to the side so he could softly kiss my neck. I felt his tongue, his teeth, brush and
graze on my skin. My desire for him could no longer be contained.
I turned in his arms; our eyes met and our lips found each other. His strong hands pressed me closer to his chest. He kissed me passionately.
My fingers tangled in the back of his hair as the intensity of our kissing consumed me.
Slowly I slid my hands down the front of his shirt, across his waist, until my fingers found the back pockets of his pants. A soft moan escaped his
mouth as I tensed my hands in his pockets; his warm hands held my face to his.
His kiss became soft and slower. I could spend an eternity kissing this man. Ryan pulled me into a warm embrace before releasing my lips from
his. He had a smug grin on his face.
Our moment was interrupted when the steward came back in the room. “Excuse me, sir. Dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes. Shall I
bring you a bottle of champagne or would you prefer wine?”
“Do you want champagne or wine before dinner?” Ryan asked.
“You choose,” I replied. I wanted him to make the decision.
“We’ll have the champagne,” he answered.
Ryan and I toured the yacht before dinner; we wandered down the stairs to take in the sights of the lower deck. Dark, rich woods and designer
wallpaper covered the hallways that led to the staterooms. We took turns peeking into the different rooms; each room was decorated in different