She caught herself glancing at her watch for the third time in the last five minutes. It was 2:25 Wednesday afternoon and she was sitting on the edge of her chair in anticipation. "Where is he?" she thought to herself as she looked at her watch yet again. "He's always here by now." She'd been watching him for a couple weeks now, but had yet to have the nerve to really talk to him. Her nerves were always extra aware as his therapy time neared.
Her heartbeat stopped, then started working overtime as the door to the office opened. Her body suddenly felt flushed as he stepped into the waiting area of the physical therapy office where she worked.
"Hello, Mr.....ummm...Brandon," she corrected herself as she remembered his earlier invite to call him by his first name.
"Hi Mandy, how are you today?" he asked in his low, smooth timbered voice. It was a voice she had often wondered about. She wondered what it would sound like as he pounded into her furiously in the throes of passion. Blushing to herself at her thoughts, she snapped back to the present and managed to stammer some sort of reply to his inquiry. He smiled almost knowingly at her and took a seat in the waiting room.
She tried to appear busy with paperwork at her desk as she stole glances of him while he read the office copy of "Car and Driver" magazine. He appeared to be concentrating on the article he was reading, allowing her to admire him without notice. He was a handsome man. Though he was in his early fifties, he possessed the body of a man half his age. It was obvious that he took care of his body, yet he exuded confidence instead of the cockiness of someone half his age. His eyes were piercing blue and exemplified the adage that the eyes are the window to the soul.
"Brandon, come on back" the physical therapist's voice called through the opened door in the lobby. Mandy watched as he walked back to the therapy room, winking at her as he passed. She smiled shyly at him, feeling the blush travel up her neck and over her face, then set about to working again. Although she tried to focus, she could not help her wandering mind and the paths it led her down. She was brought out of her reverie forty- minutes later when the PT came out to the lobby and asked her to do something that would change the course of her fate.
"Mandy, I have to pick up my son from soccer practice today, would you mind locking up the office after Brandon finishes? He's in the pool working on his range of motion now. He should only be about 15 more minutes."
"Sure, no problem" she answered. Though she appeared composed on the outside, her insides were in turmoil at the thought of him submerged in the pool. She pictured his strong, capable arms moving briskly through the water. His perfectly muscled legs kicking up waves.
Mandy tried to stay in the lobby to file some papers, but her curiosity got the best of her. She silently slipped into the pool area, making sure to keep in the shadows so as to not be discovered. She watched as his athletic body sliced through the water lithely. His well defined biceps rotated repeatedly as he worked his way to one end of the pool before slipping beneath the surface to make his way back up the lane of water. As his head popped up to the surface again, he caught her staring at him. She was completely unaware that she had stepped out of the shadows to gain a better view of him.
Mandy blushed furiously and her mind clambered to find an excuse as to why she'd been standing in the middle of the dimly lit pool room staring at his body like a love-sick teenager. She could think of nothing, for by this time, he was emerging from the pool and slowly walking toward her.
"I...ummm....well....see, I was....ummm," she stammered as words failed to make an appearance.
Brandon never slowed his stride as he silenced her in a way he'd wanted to since the first time he walked into the office for therapy on his injured shoulder. His lips kissed hers gently, taking her bottom lip between them for a brief moment. He looked deep into her eyes only to read the message he'd hoped for. The tip of her tongue reflexively dipped out to lick the lip that he'd just tasted. He bent forward again, this time feeling the kiss hungrily returned. Their lips continued to taste each other as hands began to roam.
His wet body pressed against her fully clothed one. Her soft hands slid up his back to entangle in his dripping hair. As the kiss ended, he hugged her closely to him, enjoying the sweet scent of her hair. As the two looked at each other, questions were raised and answered without voices. It was as if they had known this moment was in their destiny.
His fingers deftly unbuttoned the white blouse that had come untucked from the black pinstriped skirt she wore. Her hands unhooked the skirt and let it slide to the wet floor of the pool. He stepped back, eyeing her voluptuous body lustfully. She was not beautiful in the classic sense of the word, but her generous curves expanded in all the right places. She glanced at him shyly as she unhooked the white lace bra, releasing her breasts.
