I put my foot on the pedal and raced to the next set of lights, wondering if I will get through them without having to stop. The only evening I wanted to get home quicker and everything seemed to be against me. The traffic lights, the traffic and this bloody weather. This October was a dreary one. From year to year the weather was always changeable. Some years it was pleasant, with a distinct chill in the air as the autumn took hold, and other years like this, it seemed liked autumn was forgotten and we'd fallen straight into winter. The rain had fell from a dark, gloomy sky so heavily over the past 3 days.
In the very near distance the amber glow appeared followed by the bold red. I slowed the car down and heard the pattering of the rain as it hit the windscreen and the roof of the car. I leant over to turn the stereo on to muffle out the sound of the cascading rain. "Mmm that's better," I muttered to myself as Amy's beautiful, haunting voice, sent shivers to my core.
A green glaze washed over the car and I was back on my journey home. Another 20 minutes and I should be at my destination in the warmth of my husband's arms and out of this damp and miserable air. It should be a fairly straightforward journey home now with no traffic lights between here and home to hold me up. Again I repeated 'My Immortal' on the stereo and sang along to my hearts content, trying to compete with Amy's vocals.
Today is our anniversary and we have been very lucky to be able to spend it alone for the past 4 years. Thank god for relatives and friends!! Jack is a wonderful person, so kind, thoughtful and he never fails to surprise me when the mood takes him. Every year he plans our anniversary, but this time it seems to be different. Usually he books us into the most romantic room in a hotel somewhere in the country, away from the hustle of the city. But this time all he said was go to work as normal and come home as usual.
I pulled up the drive, and the warm glow welcomes me at the porch. I notice the downstairs bedroom has a soft glow to it and the light in the hallway travels up the stairs and dimly lights the rooms above. I pause for a moment before getting out of the car. A feeling of calm and warmth has chased away the days' stresses. I grab my briefcase and run to the porch, clicking the central locking as I did so.
I fumble with my keys then hastily open the door. The wafting smell of food escapes from the kitchen, oozing into my senses and triggering off my hunger pangs. "Hi sexy, I'm finally home," I joyfully said as I wandered through the hallway into the kitchen.
"Hello babe, come here." Jack pulled me to him. His muscular arms around my waist, his ocean blue eyes meeting my gray gaze. His head leant forward and his lips met mine. So soft, melting our mouths together as one. How can a man so strong be so gentle? The sizzling in the wok interrupted our kiss, "mmm this food is nearly ready, why don't you go take a shower while I finish up here and dish up."
"Mmm ok," flirtatiously grinning as I pulled away. I raced up the stairs, heading for the bathroom. As I waited for the shower to reach the right temperature, I faced the full-length mirror and slowly peeled off each layer of clothing, watching it fall to the floor in the reflection. I stepped into the shower and the hot water fell on my skin, reviving it from my day at work. I moaned as the droplets pulsed on me from head to toe. I quickly squirted the liquid soap into my palms and spread the floral scent over my body. Caressing over my breasts, my nipples hardening with my satin touch.
My fingers follow behind the trails of soap that slipped down my cleavage and over my round belly. I never could lose that bit of weight after having the boys, but Jack loves it, and believe me, that's a good enough reason not to spend hours at the gym! He loves to kiss me deeply on my belly as my soft skin gives in to his expert touch. Thinking of 'that' touch I bring my fingers to my breasts and massage more soap on them then all over my body. I looked up to the showerhead and let the pulsating water spray over me, cascading over my shoulders and the rest of my now relaxed body. With one last pulsating spray onto my face I stepped out of the shower and began to dry myself off.
Stepping into my knickers I wondered what surprise Jack had planned. Did he want to just cook and relax in each other's arms for the night, or was there something else? Whatever it was I knew I wouldn't be disappointed. I could quite easily snuggle up beside him on the sofa, deep in his strong arms. His voice broke my thoughts, "Its ready babe, you coming?"
I thought about shouting, 'I will be', but instead "On my way" escaped my grinning lips. I picked up my satin shirt and headed for the kitchen, which in turn led to the dining room. The table was made up so beautifully. The two candles placed on the centre of it lit the room caused shadows to dance on the walls. An opened bottle of wine was set between two full glasses and scattered over the table were pink and red flower petals. "Oh Jack this is wonderful."
"You are babe, I am so lucky to have you." He said, putting his glass in the air for me to 'clink' with his. "I love you so much, Happy Anniversary."
"And to you sexy, I love you with all my heart," I softly replied.
Throughout our meal I felt Jacks foot gliding up my leg and his fingers delicately stroking my hand. Sensual glances between us only heightened the anticipation of what was to come. Jack broke the last stare and left the table and walked through to the kitchen. I presumed he was getting dessert and didn't think much of it until I heard his mobile phone bleep. He then returned to the table empty handed.
"You get a message or something? Are the boys ok?" Presuming it was from one of our friends saying that one of the boys was ill or something.
"Oh no, it bleeped cos a message has just gone through. I sent it hours ago. Don't worry babe, nothing is gonna spoil tonight," his sexy blue eyes shining.
I had just finished my third glass of wine when the telephone rang. "You get that babe," Jack suggested. We both left the table, me to answer the phone, and Jack to clear it. The phone call was very odd from one of Jacks friends asking about Jacks up and coming birthday; what I had planned, were we going away etc! I told him quickly that no plans had been arranged yet and wound the conversation down, wanting to get back to my evening with Jack.
As I turned around to put the receiver back on the wall, a long piece of material covered my eyes, and it was gently tied at the back of my head. "What are you doing Jack?" I whispered.
"Shh, its ok babe. Put your back against the wall and don't move."
