Happy Valentine's Day

Quickie short story.

She woke with the thought that today was going to be the most perfect day ever. This was going to be their first Valentine’s Day together as a married couple. Technically they had been married for ten years but Rob always seemed to be on another continent on Valentine’s Day. Last year he was in Afghanistan and the only contact was a Skype call.  Today he was here in Walnut Creek and she had been planning this day for a while.

                                      

A limo would drive them to the beach for sunset cocktails then onto Jackson’s By the Sea for a romantic dinner.  They would retreat to the lounge for après dinner drinks and coffee.  She would remove her panties on her last trip to the ladies’ room and hand them to him to hold for her. At first, he wouldn’t even realize what was in his hand. He would be ready to leave right then and there. But she had other plans.  They would linger a while heightening the sexual tension, return to the limo for some naughty foreplay and then home to a night filled with super hot sex.

At least, that’s how she imagined it would happen.  The reality wasn’t even close.

She woke with a scratchy throat and the sound of pouring down rain.  Damn, she thought, why did it have to be today?  She went downstairs and there was a card propped up on the table.  She poured a cup of coffee and sat down and opened her card. It was a funny card not the romantic card she had hoped to get.  She loved sweet sappy romantic cards.  Funny cards were fine for and from others, but from Rob she expected more.  She was disappointed.  When she went to put the creamer back in the fridge, there was a note from Rob asking her to please pick up his shirts from the laundry, get new windshield wipers from the auto parts store, stop by the post office to buy stamps, and if she had time drop off his uniform at the tailor’s.  She felt like going right back to bed and pulling the covers up over her head.  Instead she headed for the bathroom, took two aspirin and turned on the shower.

She was going to handle this like an adult and not a sulking brat.  If she hurried, she could do all of the chores on the list and still get back home in plenty of time to relax and get ready for their wonderful evening date.

She had just left the post office and was on the way to the tailor’s when she heard a funny noise.  She kept driving and a few seconds later, she heard it again. This time it was even louder.  Then the engine light came on.  Oh, just what I need.  She looked to see if there was a gas station she could pull into but no, of course not, that would be too easy.  She pulled into the parking lot of a nearby medical office and called Triple A.  They said they were backed up and wouldn’t be there for at least another hour.  So much for getting home early she thought.  She called Rob and told him what was happening and asked if she should try to make it home or just wait for the tow truck.  He suggested she wait for the truck.

Ninety minutes later, she was still waiting.  By now, the aspirin had worn off and her throat was aching, she was hungry because she had missed lunch and she had to pee.  She phoned Triple A again.  They apologized for the wait and said they would get to her as soon as possible.  She told them to forget it; she wasn’t going to wait any longer.  She started the car and drove a few miles before she heard the noise.  She was almost home when the car just stopped.  Luckily, it stopped on a residential street and there wasn’t any traffic.  She tried starting the car to no avail.  Now what, she thought.  If I call Triple A, it’s still going to be at least an hour until they arrive.  She decided to call a taxi.  A Good Samaritan came by and assisted her in getting her car off the road.  Finally, the cab arrived and drove her home.  She was soaking wet and in a foul mood.  This wouldn’t have happened if Rob had not given her that list of chores to do on Valentines’ Day.  She grabbed a glass of wine, took two aspirin and hopped in a hot steamy shower.

She stayed in the shower until the hot water ran out.  She heard Rob walk into the bedroom. The first thing he said was:

“Where did you have the car towed?  I called Total Repair.  The car’s not there”

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too honey” said a totally pissed Diane.

“Oh, sorry.  Happy Valentine’s Day” as he reached over and gave her a kiss.

“So where’s the car? He asked again.

Diane’s voice rose exponentially   “The fucking car is parked at the curb on Dexter Avenue”. Thank you for your concern.” She said through gritted teeth.

She went on about the car, the chores, her sore throat, his inconsideration, dadadadadada. He took her in his arms and told her he was truly sorry she had such a bad day. He promised he would make it up to her.  He suggested they cancel their plans and just stay home and have a do over on Saturday.  Diane said no way; she had been planning this day for months.

The limo driver rang the bell promptly at 6:00.  Diane was not quite ready and when she came downstairs, Rob whistled and told her how beautiful she looked.   She acknowledged his comment but was still not in a very forgiving mood.  Since there was no sunset on this gloomy day they went right to the restaurant for cocktails.  Between the aspirin and drinks, Diane was beginning to feel woozy.  Rob suggested she slow down and switch to a non-alcoholic beverage. She told him she didn’t need him to be her keeper.  

“Maybe so”, he told her, “but if you keep acting like this, we are going to call a halt to this evening. You are not feeling well and so far you are not enjoying yourself and neither am I.”

She pushed back her chair and stormed over to the ladies room.  While she was gone, Rob closed out the check and went and waited by restroom door.  When Diane came out, he took hold of her elbow and escorted her out the door.  She was fighting him all the way.  The limo driver was waiting.  Once seated, Rob asked the driver to close the privacy window. 

“Relax, he told her”

“Like hell I will”, she said.

He told her she had better calm down or she would have a very red bottom to mark her Valentine’s Day. She didn’t heed the warning. When they got home she was still carrying on.  She stormed into the bedroom.  When he followed, she picked up his clothes brush and threw it at him.  It narrowly missed his head.

That’s it”, he said, “You had your last chance”. 

He picked up the brush, pulled her over his knee, yanked up her dress and proceeded to put the clothes brush to good use.  He was angry and knew he shouldn’t be doing this but she had really pissed him off.  He stopped spanking and looked at that lovely backside all reddened by the brush and lust just took over.  He picked her up and seated her on his lap and began kissing her while rubbing her punished tush.

“I’m sorry things didn’t turn out the way you planned.  I am sorry I spanked you but you were so out of control I lost my temper too.

 Will you forgive me?”

She just nodded her head.  He continued to hold and comfort her. 

“Damn, I love your ass”, as his hands kept massaging those fleshy mounds.

The kisses and hands became more demanding, their caresses more passionate, touching, feeling, teasing, exploring each other’s pleasure points – and deep in the throes of the most mind blowing sex they had ever had.

Maybe this wasn’t the Valentine’s Day she had planned but it turned out to be even better.