It’s early Friday morning and I get a page, so I proceed from the shop floor to the front desk, where I find five pink roses waiting for me.

I tear open the card, but it’s unsigned! It just says to wait outside the shipping doors at noon.

The ladies at the desk wonder who the roses are from. I tell them I don’t know! I don’t tell them that whoever it is seems to know that pink roses are my favorites. As I head to my office, trying to conceal my pleasure, I wonder who could have sent the flowers, and what’s going to happen at the shipping doors at noon.

At my desk I find another pink rose lying there, accompanied by a card that reads, “I can’t wait to see you. Please don’t be late.” I put all the roses in a small glass vase; they make my office smell so nice! With my mind racing, I’m accomplishing nothing at my desk. I see that it’s not even 11 — more than an hour to go! Again I try to concentrate on work. I look up at the clock again, figuring it’s at least 20 minutes since the last time. Not even close!

Anticipation is getting the best of me, so I stop what I’m doing and go to the front office to check my mailbox, then make a quick side trip to the bathroom to powder my nose. Anything to get my mind off this mystery!

Finally it’s nearly noon. I can barely contain myself as I head for the loading doors. I look around but see nothing. Is this some kind of a joke? I turn to go back inside, then look around one last time. All of a sudden a white stretch limo pulls up. The driver, in black tux with white gloves, gets out, opens the door and asks me please to step inside.

I peek inside, but there’s no one there. I look back at the driver, who smiles and nods. I step inside. When the driver gets in, I lower the power window and ask him what’s going on. He smiles again and says I’ll find out shortly, to just sit back and enjoy the ride. Then he gives me three more pink roses, which again have a card attached. It says to make myself a drink from the minibar and relax. I need a drink!

After about 20 minutes the limo comes to a stop — at the airport. The driver gets out, opens my door and hands me three more roses with a handwritten note that has the flight number and which gate to go to. There I see that the flight is going to Charleston. An airline attendant at the gate desk asks if I’m so-and-so, then hands me a boarding pass.

As I’m boarding, the flight attendant hands me a note. Strapped into my seat, I read the note, which tells me where to go when the plane lands, and tells me to look for a silver Corvette. After a short flight, the plane lands. As I walk out of the terminal, the door to the silver Corvette opens, and at last I see him!

We hug. Before he lets go, he gives me an intense kiss. When we break our embrace he tells me to hop in, our journey is just beginning. I’ve already been swept off my feet. I think, how much more can there be? He says we’ll take a carriage ride and enjoy the sights of the city and a romantic dinner, then go to our hotel room.

As we ride, I insist that he let me give him head. He’s uneasy about the driver, but I hold the blanket up and tell him I can hide under it and I won’t take no for an answer. I start to suck his cock, and he’s so turned on, it takes him at most two minutes to come. I swallow. He laughs and says, “For our journey, the sky’s the limit.” I don’t get it, but I go with the flow.

We’re dropped off at a restaurant and enjoy an intimate candlelit dinner at a window with a beautiful view of the city’s lights. I’ve never had a more romantic evening. Hell, I’ve never had a candlelit dinner! Afterward he leads me outside, where his car is waiting, and away we go. At the hotel he grabs a bag from the car trunk. After check-in we’re taken to a penthouse suite with a -Jacuzzi and a wet bar. After we kiss, I see a trail of pink rose petals. I grab his hand and follow the trail to the bedroom. There are rose petals everywhere!

He kisses me, and I melt in his arms. His hands wander, and when they reach my breasts, he says he can’t hold back and unbuttons my shirt, then licks my nipples, throwing in a nibble or two when he sees how much I enjoy it. He kisses me again, and works around to the back of my neck, then back down to my breasts, lingering for a while, then down to my waist.

He undoes my belt and starts to remove my jeans, but I stop him so I can take his off first. I fall to my knees and suck him off again, giving special attention to his nuts and his cockhead, till he is going wild. I pull my jeans off, but when I stand back up he pushes at me just enough to make me fall on the bed, where he goes back to licking me, working down to my shaved pussy and going to town on it.

I beg him to bury his hot cock in me, and he does, then thrusts into me hard and fast. I like it when he fucks me hard, but I stop him because I don’t want him to come yet.

I have him mount my face so I can worship his cock. While he fucks my mouth, I masturbate until I come. He pulls out of my mouth, and I have him lie down next to me and climb on top of him, and start fucking him hard and fast. As much as he wants it all to go on forever, he finally can’t take any more and tells me he’s going to come.

I stop fucking and scoot down to give him head again. I love the taste of his come, and don’t want to let a drop get away. When he finally comes, we kiss and lie back in ecstasy.

As much as we hate for our date to end, we know we have to get home. We clean up and get to the car. On the way to the airport, I tell him I have to give him head just once more before my fantasy is over. I get no complaints from him! He undoes his pants, takes out his dick, and away I go! He comes just as we arrive at the airport. We kiss.

Nether of us is ready for this night to end. But he tells me it’s not over; our journey has just begun.