Rain, God, how she hated it. A warm, summer shower is delightful and pleasant to walk through with your lover, but Saturday's rain was cold and damp. A biting wind gusted outside as she dressed for the day. Errands, mundane trips to deliver kids to and from activities required her to be out in THAT.
She looked out the window, half-sullen. The last morning like this she called him at his office. She wanted to lounge with him by a fireplace, sip coffee and laugh with him, snuggling close to protect her from the damp winter chill. He teased her that the only time she called was when it was raining. She challenged him, but smiled that he would notice.
She had barely finished her first cup of coffee. The boys had a tournament today. They left early and would not be back until after dinner. The girls had several activities which meant she would rush for an hour dropping them off al over town, have a couple of hours to herself, and then rush to pick them up and take them to the next birthday party, or dance lesson, or practice, or whatever was happening that day. She honestly couldn't remember.
She slipped out of her robe and ran the shower. The hot, steaming water enveloped her in a cocoon, temporarily masking winter's bite and sting outside. She thought of him again. Not an unpleasant thought, but if she dwelt too much on him, she would be in a quandary. Her mind would be a paradox of warm affection and lust. She missed him so much sometimes, it frightened her. She really did enjoy the new life she was experiencing, in a way that surprised her. But he snuck in from time to time, causing intense emotions, wanting to run away from him and toward him at the same time.
No. Don't go there, you'll end up thinking of him all day. Well, there could be worse thoughts, she mused. In that split second, she lost control. The water, his smile, the joking over the phone had just destined her think of him for the day, regardless of who was in the car or in the house. The hot liquid shower, the soap she was rubbing against her skin, memories of walks on the beach, showering together, it was to much to ignore. The warmth on her skin was causing another warmth within her. Part sexual, part deep friendship, part joy. She would be with him for the day, at least in her heart and mind.
As she dressed, she figured she might as well play the part. He would never know, but she could at least enjoy the torment by pretending to be with him. She choose a matching bra and panty set. Wonderful silk. Something he could have picked out for her, but she had purchased this, although she wondered whether, deep inside, she had been thinking about him when she spied it on the rack. Thin spaghetti straps, just the right amount of cut, enough to support and still little enough to expose the milky white upper part of her breasts. God, she thought of the ways he pampered and caressed her breasts. His touches, kisses and nipples drove her right where they both wanted to be when they were together.
A denim wrap skirt and denim button-down blouse completed her outfit. Comfortable enough for the errands with the kids, spiffy enough in case she bumped into anyone she wanted to impress, and still a sort sexy-yet-casual feeling to it. Not that anyone would notice, but the ensemble lifted her spirts, something she would desperately need to keep her mood today. Rain, God how she hated it, especially when she would rather lock herself away with him for the day, next to a fire, sharing coffee and each other.
The errands went more smoothly than she expected. The girls weren't badgering each other and there weren't too many other cars out this early on a Saturday. No wonder, she thought quietly. Rain. Cold. Wind. But she knew that after she dropped her youngest off at a friend's for the day, the traffic would pick up. Stores would be open, families would be doing their own errands. And the cars, no, rather the lousy Midwestern drivers, would make it unbearable to maneuver. At least in the East she could be aggressive in these conditions and no one would think anything of it. People in the East were supposed to drive like maniacs. These country bumpkins thought snow meant driving with your foot on the brake constantly. Even the barely-there drizzle out this morning would send these drivers in to a panic. She was looking forward to getting the girls dropped off and sneaking home for a couple of hours, before having to venture out again.
