Saturday...
"Fox come on. Where are you taking me? You know I hate surprises." Teresa said trying to feel her way around. Fox had her blindfolded.
"Quit whining, Teresa. Come on. You're taking all the fun out of this." Fox lead her by her hand.
"Whining is what I do best, Fox."
"Among other things."
"Yeah, and being perverted is what you do best. Now I demand you tell me where you are taking me."
They stopped walking and Fox came around and stood in front of her, "Fine, if you insist." He carefully removed the blindfold from her eyes. Tears began to fill them as soon as she saw where she was.
"Fox Crane, you are amazing." She whispered.
"You have that affect on me, Teresa. You've brought out a side in me, I never knew I had." He put his hands on each side of her arms, "You're not cold are you?" Fox asked.
"No, no. It's a beautiful night." She looked up at the sparkling, starry sky and then back into Fox's eyes. His eyes held that same sparkle. She had seen the sparkle before. Fox Crane was falling in love with her. "What made you think of this Fox?"
"Oh, I saw it on a movie once. Thought it would be romantic." He lead them across the rooftop of his apartment building. It was drenched with Christmas lights, lighting up the entire rooftop. A small table was set up for them. They walked over to the table and Fox held the chair for Teresa and then took his place across from her. Once they were seated a man with a violen started playing soothing music.
"Just when I thought a Crane didn't have a romantic bone in his body. You go and prove me wrong. Are you sure you're a Crane?" She smiled.
"Well, with my mother, you never know, but unfortunately I'm too much like my father. So chances are I'm a Crane."
"Funny, I don't see a bit of your father in you. I know there are the rumors of your womanizing, but you've been nothing but a gentlemen with me."
"Yeah, well, you're different from all the other women I've ever met Teresa. I could never hurt you."
Teresa smiled at Fox from across the table, "I know you couldn't, Fox. Honestly, I don't think you have a mean bone in your body."
They finished their dinner and Fox dismissed the violen player. He and Teresa were now alone. Fox pushed his chair away from the table and loosened the tie of his tuxedo and unbuttoned the top several buttons of his shirt. He leaned back in the chair and smiled. A rush of heat when through Teresa for at this moment she thought Fox had to be the sexiest man alive. "Come here, Teresa."
Teresa stood to her feet and walked to stand beside Fox. He looked up into her eyes and then took her hand and brought her down onto his lap. He ran his hand soothingly down her back, then rested it on her thigh, "Do you know how extremely beautiful you are, Teresa?"
"You certainly make me feel that way."
He pulled Teresa in for a deep, slow kiss. He nibbled his way down her neck and then back to her mouth. "I need you, Teresa."
"You can have me, Fox. All of me." She whispered breathlessly.
She repositioned herself on Fox's lap. He inched up the skirt of her dress and noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Damn, Teresa, do you have any idea what you do to me?"
"Yes, I do. It's the same way you make me feel." She sighed as Fox rubbed the delicate area between her thighs.
She unzipped his pants and in one fluid movement took Fox deep inside her. Fox groaned at the sensation, "God, Teresa, I think that you were made exactly for me. We fit so perfect together."
"Love me, Fox."
"My pleasure, Teresa. My pleasure."
"Fox come on. Where are you taking me? You know I hate surprises." Teresa said trying to feel her way around. Fox had her blindfolded.
"Quit whining, Teresa. Come on. You're taking all the fun out of this." Fox lead her by her hand.
"Whining is what I do best, Fox."
"Among other things."
"Yeah, and being perverted is what you do best. Now I demand you tell me where you are taking me."
They stopped walking and Fox came around and stood in front of her, "Fine, if you insist." He carefully removed the blindfold from her eyes. Tears began to fill them as soon as she saw where she was.
"Fox Crane, you are amazing." She whispered.
"You have that affect on me, Teresa. You've brought out a side in me, I never knew I had." He put his hands on each side of her arms, "You're not cold are you?" Fox asked.
"No, no. It's a beautiful night." She looked up at the sparkling, starry sky and then back into Fox's eyes. His eyes held that same sparkle. She had seen the sparkle before. Fox Crane was falling in love with her. "What made you think of this Fox?"
"Oh, I saw it on a movie once. Thought it would be romantic." He lead them across the rooftop of his apartment building. It was drenched with Christmas lights, lighting up the entire rooftop. A small table was set up for them. They walked over to the table and Fox held the chair for Teresa and then took his place across from her. Once they were seated a man with a violen started playing soothing music.
"Just when I thought a Crane didn't have a romantic bone in his body. You go and prove me wrong. Are you sure you're a Crane?" She smiled.
"Well, with my mother, you never know, but unfortunately I'm too much like my father. So chances are I'm a Crane."
"Funny, I don't see a bit of your father in you. I know there are the rumors of your womanizing, but you've been nothing but a gentlemen with me."
"Yeah, well, you're different from all the other women I've ever met Teresa. I could never hurt you."
Teresa smiled at Fox from across the table, "I know you couldn't, Fox. Honestly, I don't think you have a mean bone in your body."
They finished their dinner and Fox dismissed the violen player. He and Teresa were now alone. Fox pushed his chair away from the table and loosened the tie of his tuxedo and unbuttoned the top several buttons of his shirt. He leaned back in the chair and smiled. A rush of heat when through Teresa for at this moment she thought Fox had to be the sexiest man alive. "Come here, Teresa."
Teresa stood to her feet and walked to stand beside Fox. He looked up into her eyes and then took her hand and brought her down onto his lap. He ran his hand soothingly down her back, then rested it on her thigh, "Do you know how extremely beautiful you are, Teresa?"
"You certainly make me feel that way."
He pulled Teresa in for a deep, slow kiss. He nibbled his way down her neck and then back to her mouth. "I need you, Teresa."
"You can have me, Fox. All of me." She whispered breathlessly.
She repositioned herself on Fox's lap. He inched up the skirt of her dress and noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Damn, Teresa, do you have any idea what you do to me?"
"Yes, I do. It's the same way you make me feel." She sighed as Fox rubbed the delicate area between her thighs.
She unzipped his pants and in one fluid movement took Fox deep inside her. Fox groaned at the sensation, "God, Teresa, I think that you were made exactly for me. We fit so perfect together."
"Love me, Fox."
"My pleasure, Teresa. My pleasure."