Arriving early, I walk into the room and immediately look for the mini-bar. Finding the tiny fridge with several small bottles of cheap zinfandel, I twist the cap off one and take a long much needed sip before kicking my heels off next to the bedside table.
A king sized bed lay draped in plush white linens which is fastened against a painted on headboard happens to be the focal point of the room aside from the over-sized tub in the corner. Twisting the cap back on the mini-bottle, I fall back on to the bed, arms spread out to the side and bounce once, before taking a deep breath and closing my eyes.
The last time I'd seen him we met with no words. His actions needn't any to garnish the situation. Bare skin, beads of sweat, gentle, yet hard kisses, a squeaking bed...intense release. I envision this with my eyes still closed and the chills invade my skin followed by a pleasing wave of tingles in places that long for his attention.
It would be another hour before he arrives. The week went by quickly but not without incident; corporate details kept me at work late most of the week, but not tonight. I sit up and wash another sip down before walking over and setting the bottle down on the beautifully Mexican tiled ledge next to the tub. I was so intent on having that drink I bypassed grabbing a wine glass from the shrunken Butler's pantry. I grab one now and pour the rest of the bottle into my glass, grab another bottle and set both down on the tub's ledge.