This is part of the famous “Vacation Moments” series. (I’m starting the series right now, btw.)

On Friday the 13^th, Antonio went to work and I stayed in the hotel.

I got a text when he was on his way back saying he wanted me waiting on my knees when he got there. *grin* Being as I’d spent the majority of the day in the bathroom puking (I got sick on this visit.  Joy!), I decided that was a good place to kneel. Besides, it couldn’t be seen from the hotel window or the door. It was practical, if you will.

I took up post in the bathroom. A text came through saying he was five minutes away.

Cue nerves.

I waited.

And waited.

And then I saw motion out of the corner of my eye. And THERE he was! Peering in at me through the window!

He was CHECKING on me! RAWR! That’s so damn hot. I leaned forward – still kneeling! – and waved, so he could see how good I was being.

Then he BANGED on the window.

Huh. That was a little aggressive…

I know, I know! Perhaps he couldn’t see how good I was being! I leaned forward more, smiling, and waving. Look, Sir! Look how good your girl is!!!

“OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!” he shouted. He shouted in That Voice.  You guys know That Voice.  I know you do.

Cue MAJOR nerves.

I stumbled to my feet and, out of some strange kind of instinct, I took a few steps toward him. Toward the damn window.

“THE DOOR!”

Oh. Right. Yes.

I fumbled around for my keycard and went outside in my bare feet and opened the outer hotel door and our room door, with wide eyes and that panic-churned stomach. He was p-i-s-s-e-d. He stalked into the bathroom and said, “I’m taking a shower.”

I was totally, utterly dejected.

Know what had happened? My phone never got his two final – and goodnatured – texts about forgetting his key and needing me to let him in.

*sigh*

Way to ruin the mood, fucking iPhone.

(Don’t worry, though. He regained “the mood” later. Halfway through his shower, to be exact.  Heh. I knelt outside the tub while he showered and sucked his dick. Then a moment later, he decided to get out of the shower, get behind me, pull down my pants and give me an anatomy lesson. That anatomy lesson? A Slave’s Knees Must Bend In TWO Directions. I failed that lesson, as it happens, and I still have the mango-sized bruise on my shin (from where I smashed into the tub) to prove it.  Stupid uni-directional knees.)