I knew that I should have left the house sooner but did not count on my neighbor, Tina, stopping by for a "short visit." She just kept talking, no matter how many times I told her that I had to go! Now I am stuck in traffic on the highway and I do not want to miss your train. You have been away on business for months and I cannot be late. I am gripping the wheel frantically, as my fingernails dig into my palms,
"Damn the luck! Damn you, Tina," I curse under my breath.
Finally, traffic is moving again and all I can think of is being in your arms, and all the ways that you will possess me this afternoon, unless I am too late to pick you up. Driving maniacally, I weave in and out of cars, standing on the accelerator, swearing that I am not going to miss you today.
Maneuvering the car into a parking spot, I jump from behind the wheel, not bothering to lock it, and run for the station. Moving with panther stealth, I cut a path through the crowd on the platform while I search for your handsome face. Then I heave a sigh of relief when I see that your train is just pulling into the station.
"Amen and hallelujah," I mutter to myself, while scanning the dark corners of this packed station, hoping that we can find some immediate privacy somewhere nearby. I have waited so long for this visit and at last, I see you step from the train!
Bolting from the spot where I stood, I leap into your arms, wrapping my arms and legs around you. Then I kiss you with a furious passion that I didn't know I had in me. With a knowing smile, you set me back on my feet, put your arm around my waist, and steer me toward the parking lot.
Upon arriving at the car, you spin me around forcefully and pin me against the car door, before I even realize what you have done. Pulling me fully against you, in an embrace that spoke of your deep longing, you crush your lips to mine in a kiss that seems to last forever and yet, not nearly long enough.
Already, I can feel your steel-hard need against my thigh and I am more ready than I have ever been, but you suddenly tear yourself away. It nearly causes me physical pain to break away from you now, but I can tell you have a plan.
In one fluid movement, you pull the car door open and push me down, face-first, over the seat, nudging my legs apart with your knee. With only a word, you issue a soft, stern command.
"Stay."
I want to obey, but my nerves get the better of me and I cannot help trying to steal glances over my shoulder. My mind is racing, "What if someone should pass by close enough to see us, or hear?" Again, I attempt to peek out the windows, but I dare not raise my head high enough to see. You already know how uneasy I'm feeling, but you have waited too long for this and I know that you will not stop now.
