My Valentine Story

February fourteenth dawned with the sun peeking over Mt. Hood. The blue sky against the white snow of the mountain made Selena run her tongue over her full lips in anticipation. The act had nothing to do with the sight out her window, but more with the anticipation of what the day would bring.

She slid out of bed and pulled the nylon and lace, pink teddy from her body and dropped in over the footboard of her four-poster bed. She ran her fingers over the filmy hanging, tied at the corner and smiled.

Today was the culmination of two months of teasing, tickling and pouting. This year she had no less than thirty faithful lovers and admirers to attend to her needs on this auspicious day.

She chose a red peignoir set from the padded hanger and slipped the silky material over her body. It was sensuous and decedent. Today was the best day of the year.

It was the day after Christmas when the last batch of faithful’s had been dispatched to the well of depression. Even after New Year’s Eve had passed some of them would not give up.

Selena was not completely dispassionate. She curried these hopefuls to continue their flight into fantasy and smiled as they attended her. The gifts and letters had continued to adorn her penthouse entrance or her post office box.

The beginning weeks of January were filled with trips to her favorite cities. She walked into the bars where the movers and shakers of the city strut to be seen and heard. Selena was no different. In the silkiest, form flattering, couture designs she garnered attention. At the bar with her “borrowed” attendant, she was plied with drinks and invitations for dinner and dancing. This usually led to visits, with the one of her choice, to her hotel room.

Later she dispatched him to his home; usually after a sumptuous breakfast which he paid for. There were promises of visits and weekend retreats all of which she promised would be forthcoming.

She really did love to travel. She just didn’t like spending her own money to do so.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the bell indicating the doorman was waiting her attendance. She moved off the white, leather couch and pulled the floating, red, robe in a train behind her ostrich feather black pumps.

“David, what a surprise.” Selena smiled, allowing her pearly white teeth to show between her luscious, wet, red colored lips.

“Ma’am, they are arriving.” His handsome face was devoid of expression. He motioned for her to step aside as he pushed the cart loaded with boxes of chocolates, stuffed animals, hearts and silvery wrapped gifts, past her perfumed body.

Selena stepped back into her penthouse and placed her hand with the red tipped nails over her ample bosom. “For Moi? I am so surprised!” she feigned a southern accent.

David didn’t answer. He continued to push the cart to the long dining room table that was never used for what it was meant for. He off loaded the gifts, arranging them by size, color and store brand.

He ignored the gasps of delight she eluded when she recognized a particular wrapping or ribbon. When the boxes of chocolates were piled at the far end of the table she ignored David and began to open the ornate boxes, taking an inordinate amount of time to choose the first morsel of the dark mounds to sink her teeth into.

The moans that came from her throat were akin to orgasmic. David pushed the cart back toward the main door without a comment.

“Oh, David,” she called. The tone was throaty and deep. David picked up the pace and quietly closed the door behind him with nary a snick of the tumbler.

“Oh, David,” Her pouty lower lip protruded when she saw the entry empty, but the lips thinned to a smile, he would be back with more as the day went on.

By noon the table was filled and the phone rang non-stop. Selena sat near the recorder, listening to the myriad of pleas for her to return the calls and to confirm the evening’s festivities that the callers had planned in her honor.

She watched David as he quietly went to and from her penthouse with his cart full of gifts. The end of the table with the chocolate boxes grew. She tried to tease him to stay with her, but his lack of expression began to turn to mild irritation. He became especially irritated when the phone would ring and the caller whined for her to call him.

“Why don’t you answer them?” He spat out once.

Selena laughed and pulled the lace edging away from her crossed leg revealing the plunging v of the teddy. He looked away. “I have plans for tonight. They don’t include any of these silly idiots.”

“You play them. They send you outrageous gifts and you dump them on the fifteenth of February.”

“So what? They allow themselves to be deluded into thinking that all this is going to bring them the prize of the evening, me. That is not so.”

He gave a rude sound and turned away to leave the apartment for another load.

When the last cartful was delivered and set in its place, David locked the door to the penthouse and turned to find Selena right in front of him. Her hands were at his uniform and in no time at all she disrobed him and led him to the white plastic covered cloth on the floor in front of the picture windows.

There was a pile of chocolate boxes all around the cloth. She smiled as they lay on the pillows and opened the boxes. The warmth of the fire in the hearth behind them helped to melt the chocolates as they coated each other in the fondant.

“I have no desire to spend this special evening with an egotistical male who thinks he has bought and paid for my affection, my time, and then thinks he can satisfy me after drinking the night away.” She turned to straddle David and smiled at the satisfied grin on his face. “Now that is what I have waited all day for.”