Still in just his boxers, Marshall asked me to come over to the bed and open the box up. I eagerly went over, curious as to what was in it. I unwrapped the large black ribbon and bow on the thick white box and opened it up. I looked down and my jaw dropped. It was a slinky red dress and I lifted it out of the box. It was completely gorgeous and sexy… the type of dress that was meant to be deliciously slipped off at the end of the night. I was instantly aroused by the idea of feeling it going on my body and off it at a later time.
“Marshall, it’s beautiful. Thank you so much,” I said, not sure if I should give him the big hug I longed to.
“I’m glad. Please try it on.”
“Now?” I asked. Marshall nodded his head yes and I smiled. I slowly took off my t-shirt and yoga pants that I’d put on that morning and flung them to the side. Then I smiled at Marshall as he stared at me, his eyes drinking me in. I stood in front of Marshall, wearing only my black lace bra and thong panties. I could tell that my curves were appealing to Marshall as his eyes looked as hungry as mine had just moments before. He didn’t say a word for a bit, but just kept staring at me from head to toe, showing that he appreciated what was before him. It felt so erotic to me and so good to be ogled and desired that way from those piercing blue eyes.
“May I dress you?” Marshall asked.
“I’d like that very much,” I replied. I stood there and Marshall took the slinky red dress and unzipped the back of it. He told me to step into it and he slowly slid it up my body. The combination of the silky fabric with his sensual touch sent shivers up my body as he slowly slid it on. His hands grazed across my breasts as I slid my arms into the dress and tilted my head forward, lifting my hair up with my hands. Marshall’s hands slowly traveled around my waist and then to the back of the dress, where the zipper was. He slowly zipped it up, giving me a gentle kiss on the nape of my neck when he was done. I seriously thought I was going to fall over. It had felt so incredibly hot.
“What now?” I asked, barely able to talk out loud.
“We are going to go out and celebrate today. I want to celebrate what you’ve discovered for me and also show you off in that dress. You really look most exquisite and delicious in it,” Marshall replied.
I turned around and looked at him. His eyes were still smoldering and I made sure he saw that I was giving him the green light to do whatever he wanted with me. “So, I know I’m wearing this,” I began. “Are you just wearing your boxer’s out, not that I’d complain.”
“I think I’d better put a bit more on,” Marshall teased back. “Even my money cannot get me into the places I want to take you, in just my boxers. I think you’ll be most excited and surprised by our evening too.”
“What do you have planned?”
“You’ll just have to see. There’s no need to take the spirit out of the adventure, is there?”
“No need at all. Just give me a few minutes to touch up my hair and make-up.”
Marshall began to get dressed while I went and added a little more make-up. I walked back out to find him wearing a pair of dark jeans that made me want to bite his buns and a black fitted t-shirt that showed every ripple of every muscle on his entire chest and back. He was so unbelievably hot that it practically took my breath away.
Once again, Marshall caught me looking at him and unable to hide what I was thinking about. I smiled and said I was ready to go. He only replied fantastic. I could tell in an instant that he’d left that flirty and passionate side of him behind and was in a more “practical” mode once again. Oh well, I was still looking forward to my surprise, getting out of the hotel room, and being arm candy for Marshall in the sexy red dress he’d bought me. My strappy black heels were a perfect accompaniment to it too
Chapter 12
Marshall and I left the hotel room and made our way down to the lobby. The concierge came up to Marshall and told him that the limousine was waiting for him and he’d contact the driver to pull up. Marshall nodded, thanking the young man and then smiled. The concierge couldn’t take his eyes off me, and was being obvious in his staring. It had somehow been amusing to Marshall so I didn’t really mind. This was a dress that would bring attention. I’d better get used to it.
It was still early afternoon, definitely not the time to be out and about in the dress that I was wearing. It was clearly meant for the night. Marshall surprised me by taking a drive to the outskirts of town to stop at the Hoover Dam. “I wanted to you to get some sightseeing in, too,” Marshall said. “It’s a shame you came all this way to Las Vegas, and didn’t even get a chance to see anything.”
“The Hoover Dam?” I asked. I’ll admit that I never would have thought that it would be something of interest to him, but when I asked him about it he told me that it was tall, sturdy, and powerful. He liked that. After his short but apt description it made perfect sense to me why he would too. Then when we actually stopped there, and I stood there, observing all the power surging from the energy created by the dam, I knew why Marshall wanted me to see it. It was a work of wonder, and something that made me appreciate all the hard work and intricacy that went into building something with so much impact and importance.
After a silent while of standing there in my red dress and his casual going out outfit, we headed back into town.
I found out we were going to eat at an eloquent restaurant owned by Sylvain George, one of Marshall’s BBBBC friends. I was excited to go and enjoy a lovely and intimate meal with Marshall. The restaurant, Arsenis, was a Mediterranean cuisine restaurant that served everything fresh. It was so beautiful and eloquent inside too, containing both private booths with beautifully embroidered curtains that provided privacy and more open dining areas. We had a private booth that had a window on the back side of it that looked out into the desert that surrounded the entire city of Las Vegas. It was quite incredible.
Marshall asked if he could order for us and I allowed him to do so, finding that I enjoyed a man taking charge of something as simple as ordering for me once in a while. I knew I didn’t have much to worry about because he had great taste and Mediterranean food was one of my favorites. All the fresh vegetables, bright colors, and tasty seafood that was in most of it was right up my alley.
We were waiting for our wine to be delivered and nobody other than Sylvain George himself came to the table with it. Marshall introduced us, shaking hands and smiling casually with his longtime friend. I looked at him and was polite, but couldn’t help but think one of the requirements for membership to the BBBBC was that the men had to be gorgeous. I’d seriously never heard of or met one that was not an absolute dream. Sylvain’s handsome dark looks complemented Marshall’s rugged golden boy looks. Together, they were a dream to look at.