Put this on. Touch yourself while you think of the sexiest thing you can imagine. When I get home, show me.
The note was on top of a box that was on top of their bed.
Naomi slid the box lid up, and her eyes opened a little wider when she saw the deep crimson lingerie. It felt very sexy when she put on the lingerie and looked at herself in the bedroom’s full-length mirror.
Brandon had bought her lingerie before, so he knew her size. And it was sexier to Naomi that he had picked out this particular piece, that it had aroused him in the store and he imagined it on her.
She now imagined wearing this while standing on a balcony in an old, posh hotel. The warm evening wind smelled of jasmine. Downstairs, the party in the enormous ballroom was still going on, with snippets of conversation and laughter drifting up to her. People were still down there, dancing and drinking and having a grand time.
Brandon entered their hotel room with a bottle of Champagne and two tall glasses. He’d gone back downstairs to get the bubbly while she had undressed. “Room service would take forever,” he had said.
The glass door to the balcony was open, to let the jasmine wind inside. Brandon, wearing his tux, appeared in the doorway, and Naomi drank in the sight of him as he drank in the sight of her.
Without saying a word, Brandon shook the bottle a few times, then pushed against the cork with his thumb. Pop! The cork flew off the balcony to the hotel’s lush grounds. Giggling, Naomi grabbed the neck of the bottle, the Champagne froth rushing out, and she drank directly from the bottle, as some of the froth spilled onto her chin and chest.
Brandon grinned, approving. He leaned down and licked the spilled Champagne on her skin, then took the offered bottle and had a drink. He held onto the bottle as he kissed her lips. Kissed her hard, his passion intense.
Later, in real life, Brandon came home without Champagne. Naomi waited for him in the living room, sipping white wine — as there was no Champagne in the house.
Instead of a tux, he wore a dark gray suit, and she still drank in the sight of him. She rose and walked slowly to him, loving the warmth of him and feeling of the cloth against her skin as they kissed for a wonderfully long time.
Then his lips touched her ear, and he whispered, “Now show me.”