She dropped by my place late afternoon, after her tennis match. As usual, she walked right in, sort of opening the door and knocking at the same time. "I'm thirsty!" she said, "What have you got that is wet and really cold?"
I pointed toward the kitchen counter, where I had made a gallon of fresh sun tea. "There's plenty of ice in the freezer- grab a glass." She found one of the big tumblers in the cupboard, filled it with ice, and poured in the tea to the very top.
"Oh yeah", she said, "this hits the spot." She flopped down on my sofa, and stretched out her long legs, resting her ankles on my coffee table. She had the knack for looking incredibly sexy, especially when she wasn't even trying. I loved her long hair, and when she had it pulled back in a big ponytail, it made her look like she was ready for anything. She had on a tight white tennis blouse, and, of course, the short tennis skirt. Her legs were lean and tan, and I gazed at them appreciatively. This was one fine woman.
After several deep gulps of iced tea, she asked what I was doing. I had been working on several of my accounts, double-checking orders, and scheduling my delivery dates. I had papers all over the top of my dining table, where I enjoyed working; it gave me lots of room to spread out. She wandered into the room and peered over my shoulder at the paperwork. "This looks boring." she said.
"Well, it may be boring, but it pays the bills."
"You need to take a day off once in a while." she said, and then stretched herself up, trying to touch the ceiling. She set the iced tea on the edge of the table, and put her hands on her hips. Then she stretched again, rotating her upper body around in a circle, bending first backward, then down, touching her toes. "So..." she said, "Do you want to play today?"
"I've really got to get this all caught up today." I replied.
