Outside it rains. And it rains. I don't hear Darlene's car until she presses down on her brakes and the brakes squeak.. I her her say "Damn"(the rain) and Darlene's slats hitting the sloshy mud. Darlene opens the front door as a thunder crach splits the raining sky right behind her.
As usual I am reading something old as hell, a classic novel. Tonight it's "For Whom The Bell Tolls." Sometimes I getaway with Ian Fleming. But I'm trying to impress Darlene in case she sees what I'm reading now. I've still a ways to go before they blow the bridge.
"Ray. You told me to come in." She leaves her muddy slats at the door and hangs up her brown blazer.
"I know, Darlene. I told you to be ready for anything, too."
I guess I will finally let you have me, Ray" Darlene said as she unbuttoned her sweater. Her blue-green plaid sweater came off and she laid it on the arm rest of the couch. She sat down. Then Darlene slid her old blue jeans off. The jeans with the the white curly-cue designs on the hips. Darlene moved her ass up off the couch and her jeans were down around her ankles. Left were her lacy tan panties and her red tank top.
When Darlene came into my modest apartment, I had only my black boxers on. I got tired of wearing bermuda shorts years ago. Some guys feel a lot better about those, I suppose. I feel more freedom in the roomy boxers. It was 74 degrees in my apartment, and we were both comfortable. I got up from the office chair I always sit in and went to turn off the reading light.
"Why don't you leave it on?" Darlene recommended. She walked to the floor lamp and turned it off.
I turned back to view Darlene on the couch. I dropped my cut-offs on the floor, near the office chair. I left my red boxers on.
"You smell good" I told her.
"Thank you." Darlene reached under her tank to undo her bra. I was sitting beside the woman, now. The waiting was over. No lotion tonight..