In was a warm late Friday afternoon, and she'd come home a bit early from work to tidy up the house before he was expected to pick her up for dinner at their favorite restaurant, and since she had a few extra minutes, she decided to have a quick shower, to freshen up.
She figured she didn't need much time, just wanted to wash her hair and shave herself smooth in all the right places, but as she stood with her back to the wall, enjoying the steam and letting the warm water flow over her body, she closed her eyes and slowly began to run her fingers across her chest and between her legs, thinking of him.
She'd noticed a certain something in his voice that afternoon when he called to confirm their dinner plans, and she was very much hoping things would play out like she expected: dinner, dessert, some wine and maybe a little snuggling? Maybe more?
Suddenly she heard her cellphone beep the distinctive tone that indicated a text message from him had arrived, and she quickly turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, grabbed the phone from her jeans on the floor, and flipped it open to read:
"Hey babe, just leaving the office, will be there shortly, I'm famished, looking forward to eating out!"
She felt a little shiver run up her spine, and smiled again, a bit dreamy-eyed, as she nodded her head, knowingly.
She'd known him for years, and even though she was more comfortable with him than she'd ever been with anyone else, to this day he had a way about him that made her feel a little shy sometimes, and left her with butterflies in her stomach, not that she was nervous, really, just that he could get to her in ways that other men hadn't and couldn't, in ways that often left her feeling more vulnerable than she liked to admit, and yet oh-so-very-safe, all the same.
She was still smiling as she toweled off her well-proportioned frame, slipped her silky-smooth brown legs into pink panties and a red thigh-length swishy skirt, buttoned up her favorite pink chiffon blouse, draped a chain with a single pearl around her graceful neck and fixed the clasp, dabbed a finger of her favorite perfume behind each ear, slipped into her best black pumps, and proceeded to brush her sleek dark hair as she waited for him to arrive, feeling a sense of giddy anticipation, hoping he'd like the way she looked, and hoping the evening would be as lovely as she thought it might it.
She felt her heart skip a beat as she heard his car pull into the driveway, heard the sound of his shoes on the sidewalk, heard the ring of the doorbell, and she tried to appear calm and collected as she opened the door slowly, but when their eyes met, she leaned in close for a kiss and a hug, losing any appearance of shyness.
