-Sara's P.O.V-
I woke up late in the afternoon. I glanced at the night stand where a clock sat. It read 4:34 p.m. I sat up, noticing that Randy was no where to be found. I looked at the side of the bed he had slept in. There was a note on the pillow.
Sara,
I went to the house to tell John where we
were and that we'll be staying another night.
I am also picking up some clothes for you to
wear, so you don't have to wear the same
clothes as yesterday. I will be back soon.
Randy xoxo
He was so cute. I didn't think I'd ever met a guy as thoughtful as him. I smiled at the note. I laid back in the bed after getting the remote from on top of the TV. I flipped through the channels, not finding anything entertaining. Thank God Randy was just getting back. He walked in the door and smiled at me, lounging on the bed. He dropped the bags he was carrying, ran, jumped, and landed on the bed next to me. I yelped and he started tickling me.
"No, Randy stop!" I laughed.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that. It's against my religion."
"What religion?" I asked, while trying to laugh, breathe and talk at the same time, which ended up with me coughing and choking on my own spit. How attractive... He finally stopped and settled on his side. He propped his head up on his hand and looked at me.
"John asked how you were and said to tell you he loves you and to be safe..." Randy trailed off and smiled to himself. I smacked his arm.
"Get your mind out of the gutter!" I playfully scolded him.
"I'm a guy, I can't help it," he said and laughed. "Especially when there is a freaking Playboy Bunny, who also happens to be one of the most amazing people I've ever met, laying in a bed next to me."
"You're such a sap." I smiled. My stomach decided to enter the conversation by growling extremely loudly. I laughed and Randy said he'd order some room service. Half an hour later there was a knock on the door. Randy opened it and the desk clerk rolled in a cart, covered with a white table cloth, and two white candles on it. The candles were lit and reflecting off the covers over the food.
"Bon apetit." He left and closed the door on the way out. I looked at Randy and we laughed. That guy was weird. Randy rolled the cart over to the small table next to the window in our room. He set the plates and candles on it and set up silverware for us. He opened the trays to find a bunch of aphrodisiacs. There were oysters, strawberries and chocolate, a red wine, and vanilla ice cream.
"These are all aphrodisiacs," Randy said. I blushed and picked up a strawberry and bit into it after dipping it in the melted chocolate sauce. I licked my lips after the bite, savoring the flavor. Randy was just staring, I couldn't help but blush more. I looked at Randy again, there was a slight blush rising up his neck and settling in his cheeks.
"I think there's alcohol in the chocolate," I laughed.
"It's probably Truffle Vodka. Truffles are also an aphrodisiac, mostly found in Europe, they look like the top of mushrooms. They are very rare and expensive. No wonder this cost almost 75 bucks," he said laughed as he ate another strawberry. "Do you like oysters?" he asked.
"I've never had one before." Randy looked at me as if I'd just said the most offensive thing in the world. He picked one up, and poked at it with a small fork. He squeezed a little bit of lemon juice on it and took a couple of steps toward me.
"Open your mouth." I did and he tipped the shell and the meat slipped into my mouth. The flavor was unlike anything I'd ever had before. It was pretty good.
"Mmm, that's actually a lot better than I thought it'd be," I smiled and dipped another strawberry in the chocolate and fed it to Randy, he looked into my eyes the entire time. Something about the look caused a warm, tingling sensation in my stomach. I stepped as close to him as I could and rose up on my toes and pressed a light kiss to his lips. He buried a hand in my hair and snaked the other around my waist to pull me closer. I let my hands rest on his firm chest as I leaned into him to envelop myself further in the kiss.
Our plates of food were instantly forgotten as we kissed our way to the bed. I pulled his shirt off and ran my hands down his arms, feeling the smoothness of his inked skin. The back of my knees hit the bed and I fell backwards, with Randy landing on top of me.
"Sara, I want you to know that I really do like you, a lot."
"Good, because unrequited like is the worst thing ever," I said as leaned up to kiss his lips softly. "Let's take a bath," I said when he pulled out of the kiss. Randy smiled and immediately jumped up. "Excited much?"
"I'm a guy, and you're moving too slow." He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed. I laughed at him. I suddenly remembered that in order to take a bath you had to get naked... I know I pose naked for Playboy, but with Randy it was different. I was nervous. I started to pull off my shirt as Randy opened the bathroom door. The bathtub was a huge jacuzzi tub. There were several kinds of bath soaps and loufas and bath salts. Randy started the water, I reminded him to make the water really warm. He walked over to me and pulled my body towards his. The feeling of his skin against mine set a fire in my stomach. It almost melted the nervousness I was feeling. My face was beet red, I could feel it.
Randy's hands were just as gentle as they had been the night before. He let his fingers run across my shoulders and down my arms, he probably felt the goose bumps he was causing. I kissed his collar bone and his shoulder. I placed my hands on his hips and pushed him to sit down on the edge of the tub. I pulled out of his embrace and walked a few steps back. I looked into Randy's eyes. He was biting his lip, anticipating what I'd do next. I ran my hands down my sides and let them rest at the top of my jeans for a second before unbuttoning them.
I turned so that my back was facing him. I tried to pretend I was at a photo shoot. I hooked my thumbs inside my jeans and slowly pulled them down while looking over my shoulder at him. He was staring into my eyes, I know he could see my blush. I turn back to face him. I was left in my boy-short underwear and my strapless bra. I walked back over to him. He had turned off the water when the tub was full. I kissed him, trying to get my nerves to calm down. He had an odd calming effect on me, but it didn't seem to soothe the live-wire nerves inside of me at the moment. He'd put bubbles in the water. He stood up and pulled me closer to him. He kissed my lips and walked around me so that he was behind me. He brushed my hair over one shoulder and lightly kissed the crook of my neck.
"Don't be nervous. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he whispered in my ear. He slid his hands around my waist and trailed them up to massage my breasts. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. I reached my hands back to hold onto his jeans, just in case my knees failed me. He followed the strap of my bra until he found the clasp. He opened it and let it fall to the floor at my feet. He ran his hands down my back and forward over my stomach. He reached a hand up between my breasts and let it trace the underside of my right breast before doing the same with the other one. I moaned at the sensation, I loved that he was so gentle and slow.
"Mmm, Randy..." I moaned again as he let his thumbs brush over my nipples. He picked me up and put me in the warm bubbly water. I was secretly glad he let me keep my underwear on. I stood in the tub and looked up into his eyes. I toyed with the buckle on his belt for a minute until he groaned in frustration. I looked up and smiled at him. I took off his belt and let him remove his pants. His erection was very prominent in his boxers, and much larger than I previously thought. "Wow," I mumbled. He stepped into the tub and sat down. He pulled me in front of him and turned me so that my back was once again facing him and let me sit in the water. He grabbed a bottle of soap and poured some in his hand. He used his other hand to brush my hair over my shoulder. He lathered the soap in his hands and began to massage it into my shoulders.
"Sara, I really like you," he whispered into my ear. "Can I try something?" he asked. I nodded, curious at what he wanted to try. His right hand trailed down my arm and massaged my right breast then continued down until it rested over my center.
"So what were you going to try?" I asked him. He pushed my underwear over, exposing me. He massaged my folds and my left breast in time with each other. "Oooh, so t-that's what y-you were gonna try," I whispered and sighed as my eyes fluttered shut. I heard him chuckle.
"How is it?"
"Like you can't t-tell." It was hard to form words with the double sensations. I grasped onto his thighs to try and contain myself. I felt a strange sensation building that I'd never felt before. It kept growing stronger, and it seemed the stronger it got the harder it was to not moan out in immense pleasure. Seconds later it felt like something inside me exploded, and it felt amazing, Randy pushed a finger inside me and hit a spot that made the feeling ten times better. My nails dug into his thighs and I heard him hiss in pain and I tried to let go but my whole body was tensing and I couldn't bring myself to do it. I felt like if I did I'd sink into the water and drown. Once I let go of his thighs a loud moan left my lips. When the feeling started to go away I tried to catch my breath. "Oh, my God!" I moaned and my body finally relaxed. It felt as if all the energy was drained out of me.
"That's what I wanted to try," he whispered as he held me close to his body, which seemed to be getting warmer and warmer.
"How did you do that?" I asked breathlessly.
"My fingers are magical," he said and chuckled. He leaned me forward, aware that I had about no strength left and that he'd have to hold me up. He washed my back off and got himself washed off. He stood up and picked me up bridal style and set me on the edge of the tub. He grabbed me a towel and my strength slowly started coming back. I tried to stand up, but my knees were still too weak. He wrapped the towel around me and carried me to the bed. I laid on my stomach and he massaged my back until I fell asleep.
