Nicholas loved action/drama movies that featured a hero on a hopeless quest to right a wrong or find some peace in the world. They seemed to resonate within him. He was in the middle of watching the Outlaw Jose Wales for probably the twentieth time when there came a gentle knock at the door.
Deciding he was decently clothed in his shorts and t-shirt he got up and went to the door. He opened it enough to see who was there and was greeted by a most lovely of sights; Shandra. Shandra had been out of town for a week on business and Nicholas had been somewhat glum since she had left. It was like a part of him was gone when Shandra was gone. Nicholas had always been a romantic and Shandra made him turn hopeless with her presence.
She looked at him with a twinkle in her beautiful brown eyes and smiled that smiled she saved for him alone. She had her down and was wearing a simple blouse and blue jeans that hugged her delicious curves. Tan platform shoes finished her outfit. Her dark brown hair was down and its shoulder length framed a face that had inspired painters, sculptors, and poets alike.
"Hey baby, did you miss me?" she said as she pushed the door open with her left hand and placed her right hand on Nicholas' powerful chest.
Putting his hands on her hips, Nicholas pulled Shandra to him. Shandra closed the door as he starting to kiss her with urgency and passion. Cupping her perfect ass, Nicholas lifted Shandra off the floor. Shandra wrapped her long, slim legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.