CreedFeed Community - The fantasy vault!

Okay, ladies of the vault, here is my very first effort. :D I apologise for making up street names and tourist attractions, but I have no idea! It’s a long one, but please bear with me. :D As with almost everyone else’s fantasies, mine assumes that I have no responsibilities and I am able to travel the world freely. I obviously have no job or family tying me down, and I have the looks, style and sophistication that I currently do not have. ;)

I’m holidaying alone in Orlando, Florida (where else??). I arrived just a few days ago and this morning I’m courageously trying to explore the city. I wander aimlessly down a street which looks strangely similar to the last 3 streets I wandered down. Consulting my tourist map does not help. Sighing in defeat, I decide to ask for directions. I look around and see a small café up ahead, with a few sidewalk tables and chairs. Two patrons at one table are quite obviously tourists like myself. But one guy looks very at home, sipping coffee, casually reading a newspaper and occasionally glancing up to inspect the foot traffic. I approach his table cautiously and clear my throat. “Excuse me?”, I implore. He looks up from his newspaper. As soon as his deep brown eyes lock onto mine, I know exactly who he is. “Yes, can I help you?” he asks kindly. I remind myself to breathe and say “Uh… yeah… I… just need some directions… I’m a bit lost”. I offer forth my crumpled map as evidence. He grins warmly and gestures to the seat next to him. “Take a seat. I’ll help you out”. I gingerly sit down and wonder how on earth I came to ask him, of all people, for directions. “Would you like something to drink?” he asks. “Uh, no, thanks, I’m fine” I reply. “Well, right now, you’re here… on the corner of East and William,” he begins, pointing to the map. “Where are you heading?”

“I’m not sure, really. I’m just looking around, you know, trying to get a feel for the place” I say. “Well,” he says, “if you’re a shopper, you’ll want to head to Main Street and the malls off there. But if you’re more interested in the history of the city, you should check out the old museum and around that area.” This whole time that he’s pointing on the map, my eyes are glued to him, and only him. He is dressed very simply – just blue jeans and a black t-shirt – but he takes my breath away. I close my eyes for just a second and breathe in the faint aroma of his aftershave.

He looks up from the map and catches me looking at him. His smile makes me tingle. “Uh, I think I want to check out the shops,” I say. “Okay,” he says, “how about we go together? I’m done here.” “Are you sure? I don’t want to take you away from your alone time” I say. “No, it’s fine, it would be my pleasure.”

So we get up from the table and begin to head off. He turns to me and says “I’m sorry, how thoughtless of me. My name is Scott, what’s yours?” he asks. “I’m Rebecca.” “Rebecca, that’s a beautiful name,” he says. I blush and say “Thanks.”

We head towards the shopping district. Along the way, we talk comfortably about all sorts of things. He doesn’t tell me what he does for a living, just that he is in the entertainment industry. I assume that he doesn’t want to be treated differently because of his job. I don’t mention that I know exactly who he is.

After a blissful afternoon spent shopping and sightseeing, talking and laughing, eating and drinking, we head down to the beach as the sun is setting [NOTE: if the real Orlando doesn’t have a beach, it does now!!]. We take our shoes off and wander down across the warm sand to the water. We stop at the water’s edge and watch the golden glow on the horizon. He turns to me and says “You’re quite a bit shorter than me without shoes on.” I giggle and say “Thanks! I’m only about 5'6".” He says “I wasn’t complaining. I like to be taller than a woman I’m with. Call me old-fashioned, but it makes me feel like the protector.” I smile up at him and say “I don’t think that’s old-fashioned. I think it’s romantic.” The glow of the sun hits his face and makes his chocolate brown eyes glisten. He draws me close to him and looks longingly at my lips. He brings his right hand across my shoulder to my throat, and strokes my soft skin with the back of his index finger. For what seems like an eternity, he holds me close and stares down at me. Then, tilting my chin up with his finger, he draws closer to me and brushes up against my parted lips with his. We breathe deeply at the same time then press against each other. His warm, soft lips hunger for mine as our mouths become intermingled. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair as he wraps me tightly with his strong arms.

When we finally release each other, the sun has gone down. The sky is quickly turning dark. “Have dinner with me,” he pleads, while gently tousling my hair. I would love to, but “Sorry, I’m meeting a friend for dinner.” “Tomorrow night, then. At my place. I’ll cook,” he suggests. I say “Okay, I’d like that”. He offers to send a car to my hotel to pick me up, at 7. How can I say no? ;)

We walk slowly away from the water, hands intertwined. We get back up to the road and he hails a taxi for me. He opens the door, and helps me in. He gives the driver instructions then gently shuts the door. His hand lingers on the window as the taxi drives away.

During the ride home, I reminisce about my day. A tingle goes up my spine as I recall that kiss. Before I know it, the taxi has pulled up outside my hotel. I pay him, and float inside.

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After a fabulous dinner with my friend, a surprisingly restful sleep and a gorgeously sunny and relaxing day, the time has come. By 6:00pm, I’ve tried on and discarded 4 outfits. Nothing seems good enough. I finally settle on a simple, yet sexy, black dress. It skims past my hips and reaches my knees. After completing the look with strappy 2 inch heels, I’m set to go. I head down to the hotel foyer at 6:45pm. Mercifully, the car arrives promptly at 7:00pm. I don’t know if I could have waited any longer. On the way to his house, I make small talk with the driver, but my mind is firmly on the evening ahead.

We arrive at a beautifully lit, two storey home. The driveway curves towards the main entrance and the car stops at the front steps. As the driver is helping me out of the car, Scott appears through the double front doors. He is wearing a blue shirt, untucked, and black dress pants. He smiles that big gorgeous smile at me and I immediately blush. “Hi, thanks for coming,” he says. “No problem,” I say.

He escorts me up the steps and through the front door. At first, I am surprised at the style of this bachelor’s house but then I realise that this is a very stylish man I am with. Every item of furniture and artwork is precisely positioned, and the lighting throughout the house creates stunning effects. He leads me through the house to the kitchen, where he is obviously in the middle of a fantastic meal. I breathe in the rich aroma and ask “What are you cooking up?”. “Creamy Tortelloni Chicken Primavera. It’s something I make for special occasions,” he replies. I smile and ask “How is this a special occasion?”. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you?” he asks in return. His smile makes my stomach flip flop and I feel like I could gaze at him forever. His eyes speak to mine. We both know what we’ll be having for dessert.

Dinner is superb. I catch myself thinking whether his skills in the kitchen translate to skills… in other rooms. ;) We eat quietly - not that we don’t have anything to say, but we are content to just enjoy a fine meal in each other’s company. Knowing glances are exchanged across the candle lit table.

After dinner, we quickly rinse and stack the dishes in the dishwasher. Remembering that yesterday he had mentioned having a son, I ask “Where’s your little boy tonight?”. He replies “He’s staying at my parents’ place. He likes to have little sleepovers there occasionally.” “How sweet”. “Yeah, he’s a great kid”. He takes me by the hand and gives me a quick tour of the lower level of his home. In the living room, family photos and stylish sculptures sit comfortably side by side. I step closer to the mantle above the fireplace and pick up a photo of him and his son, both with big smiles for the camera. On the back of my neck I feel a soft kiss, and his hands slide around my waist to the front. I almost drop the photo. I slowly turn around and his eyes lock onto mine. “Why don’t I show you the upstairs?”. I can only nod as I replace the photo on the mantle. He takes me by the hand and leads me out of the living room to the grand circular staircase. We drift up it......

(My fantasy is too long for one post! Please see next reply) ;)