It had been frustrating and he'd become agitated. He was in a hurry when he left early and walked to his car. As he tried to back out of the slot there seemed to be a never-ending meeting by a small group of people at his bumper. Finally the group dispersed to their own cars and he started to pull out as a pick-up nearly hit him and he'd had to slam on the brakes. When he was ready to pull onto the street a crowd appeared strung out on the sidewalk and blocked him. Finally on the street he was blocked at every intersection by a red light. He was cut-off in the traffic lane twice in three blocks by some Kamikaze driver. He'd lined up at the metered entrance to the freeway and it was the longest line of cars that he could remember. On the freeway the lanes were packed and he was sandwiched between trucks.
Finally he'd realized the source of his frustration and relaxed. He was just in a hurry to see her. She was his inspiration, his lover, his friend and his wife of five years. Each day was new and fresh for him since they'd met so long ago. He loved her and cherished her in everything and at every moment of his day. She was incredible in everything she did. She was solid in her job, an expert housekeeper, a loving wife and his sexkitten. He enjoyed being around her, holding her and making love to her.
It seemed hours later when he got home and called her name softly as he entered. No answer. He called again a bit louder and still no answer. He'd parked in the driveway and she always parked in the garage and shut the door. He hadn't noticed her car gone. Puzzled, he walked through the house and finally into the bedroom. The bedding was folded back neatly and the scarlet sheets were on the bed. The bed was piled high with white pillows. They'd always liked lots of pillows on the bed. There was a sheer white scarf in the center of the bed and a monogrammed note lying in its center.
He reached for the note as he thought about how she was always leaving him notes of love everywhere. She had gone out to get some of his 'favorite' sandwiches for dinner. He smiled at the thought of the sandwiches that she called his.
The sandwiches were a reminder of a little visit they'd made just after their first date. They were in a hurry to get somewhere and neither had eaten all day. He'd noticed an old delicatessen in the center of a block as he drove. On a whim he parked and they'd walked in together. A large sign over the counter announced a special on the delicatessen's own Knackwurst sandwiches. While she was looking, he'd ordered the special for himself. She'd watched as the sandwich was being made and watched as the sharp knife sliced the Knackwurst lengthwise and then it was opened and spread on the top of a lettuce bed piled high on hand sliced fresh bread and then lavishly covered with their special white horseradish mustard.
When it was time for her order, she'd decided on the Knackwurst also, but when the lady making the sandwich prepared to slice it she'd softly asked her not to. The lady said something about the plump sausage being in the middle of the sandwich but she'd insisted that it was exactly the way she wanted it. The lady gave in and finished the sandwich and then wrapped it to be taken out. He carried the cokes and sandwiches and they ate in the front seat, but as he handed her the sandwich he had no idea.
She carefully unwrapped and folded the paper around the outside and turned sideways with one knee up on the seat as she worked. She was wearing a knee length skirt, but it still managed somehow to maintain its propriety. She looked him straight in the eye as she nibbled the edges of the bread and then the lettuce. Her tongue and teeth teased that lettuce in the smallest quick bites and she nibbled around the sausage. He ate heartily but couldn't take his eyes off her even though they were eating not talking.
Finally she'd licked the end of the sausage with her tongue and rolled her eyes and closed them. A few moments went by as her tongue circled that sausage. Her tongue extended and she'd managed to pick up a small amount of that white mustard on it and it seemed suspended in air for minutes before she slowly drew her tongue back and he could see her tasting it against the roof of her mouth. She moaned softly. She opened her eyes and was staring straight at him as she opened her mouth and her lips closed around the sausage. She moved her knee and the skirt fell back exposing her thong. He stared and stopped eating as she sucked on that sausage before dragging her teeth around it without piercing the covering. It was the most erotic thing he'd seen on a date. And when she closed her eyes again and bit slowly into it he could see the sausage compressing between her white teeth before penetration. When her teeth finally entered the sausage it literally seem to explode and expand between her lips. She smiled at him as her hand went to her thong and entered through its top.
He didn't remember where they'd been going, but they never made it and that first session of love was mind shattering and he still remembered every moment. But, the note said that she'd already showered and was wondering what they'd think of her at the deli if they knew she was wearing nothing beneath her sheer black capri's and her starched blouse. She told him to shower and relax until she got back.