Alarms were the same all over the world. When they announced their presence at the wrong time, everybody hated them.
Like most people, when bedtime had been a little too late and the whisky before bed a little too large, Tim wanted to smash his iPhone.
The musical ringtone that acted as the modern day rooster had summoned him from slumber for so long now, that it took only a few notes for him to reach out a long, hairy arm and set the thing to silent.
He picked it up and in the darkened bedroom the numbers on the lock screen proudly shone out that it was 6.05 am. Tuesday.
Normally a Tuesday would be pretty darned far from setting the world on fire, but on this particular Tuesday he had a date with Lucy. He had been looking forward to it for weeks and without the usual early morning procrastination, he swung his long legs out of his enormous bed and headed for the bathroom.
Mornings were less of a challenge for Lucy. She'd forgotten how long it had been since she wasn't already awake at 5 in morning. In the hour or so that she'd been up, she had already eaten, done a 20 minute yoga session and showered. A large white towel was wrapped around her slender body, with a smaller one wrapped around her head, in a way that only girls knew how to.
She was staring at herself in a dressing table mirror with a mascara brush in her right hand. Blue eyes that shone like precious stones were looking back at her. She carefully applied the make up, flicking her sumptuously long eye lashes downwards with each stroke. Her skin was olive coloured and flawless in complexion.
She was 34 years old and turning into a woman but she could easily pass for 10 years younger.
Her full lips were reminiscent of a 1950s movie star. They needed little assistance, but on this occasion she drew a streak of crimson lipstick across them, pouted, and kissed a tissue to remove the excess. She winked at herself in the mirror. She knew she looked good as the daily complements received from guys served to give her an unassuming confidence.
She loosened he towel from her head and shuck her bobbed hair free. Lucy's hair was jet black. She regularly changed her hair colour when the mood took her, but her natural hair colour was dark brunette and the black rinse just added the final touch of sultriness. She quickly styled her hair in a haphazard manner. There was no arduous process involving tongues and brushes required. A little mousse was all that was needed and she was done.
Lucy stood from the seat and motioned towards her closet. She chose a loose pair of cotton trousers and a vest top and set them on her bed. Next she turned towards her chest of drawers. She pulled the top left which revealed a selection of panties. Sky blue French knickers were taken and from the drawer to the right, the matching bra.
She pulled the knot holding her towel round her slender frame and it fell to the floor. Her body was tight and lithe. A well trimmed bush of dark brown pubic hair sat above the V of her legs. Her pert breasts were smallish but pert and proud as hell.
She stepped into her panties, fastened her bra and finished getting dressed. Her mind already thinking of what else she mustn't forget. She'd be leaving in 45 minutes. Plenty of time for a coffee and a cigarette she thought and headed for the kitchen.
Tim on the other hand was in more of a headless chicken mode. Organisation was far from a strong point for him. Still half wet from his shower, a towel hastily wrapped round his waist, he fought to get dressed and take breakfast in twenty minutes or less.
Getting out of a hot shower he found difficult but this always had the effect of making him late. He was, however, exceptionally clean. He had paid much more attention than usual to make sure he was clean and smelling good. He rushed around his bedroom grabbing at items of clothing.
"Fuck's sake!" he cursed as the feeble knot in his towel broke away, leaving him stark-naked in the middle of the floor, his dick resting against freshly washed balls.
He sat on the end of his bed and pulled on boxers and socks awkwardly. Next he grabbed a white shirt and pulled it on, the cotton sticking to his shoulders and upper back due to a lack of diligence during drying.
He picked up his trousers that were folded on one of the bedroom chairs and stuffed his long legs into the holes. At 6' 4", flexibility and coordination were a struggle. Now he was in his early forties, the struggle seemed to be getting harder each year.
He ran his hand through his shortish brown hair and sprayed a couple of squirts of Hugo Boss aftershave onto his stubbled chin. He winced as the alcohol bit into his face but grabbed his wallet and phone and headed to the front door.
"I'll get a coffee on the way." he thought to himself.
He found his car keys in the pot next to the door and grabbed a light jacket and opened the front door. Slamming it behind him, he had a nagging feeling he was forgetting something.
The drive into town took about 35 minutes. It was relatively uneventful and gave Tim the chance to pick up the news headlines and listen to some music. Driving was second only to cooking, okay third after cumming and cooking, in his list of favourite things to do.
The open road and sitting in a sealed box on wheels acted as a welcome break from reality. His window was down as he sucked on a vape whilst listening to some 80s cock rock. He was due to pick Lucy up from the bus stop near her place at 8.30am and his satnav said he'd be there in 7 minutes.
'Bang on schedule.' he thought and said out loud simultaneously.
He pressed a few buttons on the Honda's central console and in a matter of moments his phone was connecting to Lucy's.
'Hi. Where you at?' she enquired immediately.
The beauty of modern technology was that nobody could really surprise call anymore.
"5 minutes away, I think." Tim replied.
"Okay, I'll head down." Lucy acknowledged in her posh home counties accent.
"Tootles!" concluded Tim and concentrated on getting though the morning traffic.
In a few minutes Tim was parked in the bus stop near Lucy's house and was keeping a hawkish eye out for her and any approaching buses. He was unlikely to get a fine as it was too early for street wardens but an angry mouthful from a bus driver was never pleasant to ensure.
Before long he spotted Lucy sauntering down the road. She was wearing headphones and big black sunglasses with a medium sized handbag draped over her right shoulder. Tim pressed the appropriate button to lower the passenger side window.
"Hurry up, the bloody bus is coming!" he commanded.
He needn't have bothered. Lucy's pace didn't change. She didn't care for rushing and didn't listen to instructions. She was a free spirit and nobody told her what the fuck to do. Ever. The bus had arrived and had honked its horn given Tim was blocking the lay by.
She pulled the door handle and swung into the passenger seat.
"Morning!" she said cheerily.
"You could have run!" Tim asked to her to consider.
"Whatevs!" came the cheeky reply."Let's go!" Lucy said excitedly.
"Okay. We're going." confimed Tim. "But I need coffee!" he demanded.
"No problems. We can get one from the service station down there." Lucy gestured towards the dual carriage way that was no more than 400 yards away.
With that Tim pulled out into traffic and accelerated towards the A54.
The traffic was fairly light but the early morning sunshine made Tim reach for his sunglasses and pull down the sun visor. They had not gone far when a large garage complex appeared with more importantly, a Costa Coffee sign. Tim indicated left and pulled into the parking area.
"So where we going then?" inquired Lucy as they walked towards the coffee shop.
"I thought we could go to the lake or the forest?" he offered, "then get some lunch?".
Tim had done his homework. His friend was for ever posting pictures of walks in nature and he figured this was something she enjoyed doing. He wasn't wrong on this occasion.
"Sounds great!" Lucy replied enthusiastically.
"The weather is good, why don't we try the lake?"
"Fine by me!" confirmed Tim.
He wasn't really the outdoorsy type, unless outdoorsy meant walking to the pub or sitting on a beach. He pushed open the door to the store and held it open so Lucy could pass through.
