I looked at the clock and forced myself to get up. I had to leave in five minutes and I hadn't even started to get ready. I sat on the couch in my pajama's, contemplating the importance of my presence at the meeting I was expected to be at. I decided that I must go, and as I lumbered to the bathroom, I glanced over at the closed bedroom door. I guess that's why I had been waiting, waiting for my girl to come through that door and into my arms. I stood staring at the door until I decided to go in and watch her sleep for a few minutes. I carefully opened the door and crept into our bedroom, silently praying that I didn't wake her.
She was lying on her stomach with the blankets pushed over to the side, exposing her bare back and her long legs. Her right leg was bent slightly, causing her blue boyshorts to stretch slightly over her buttocks. Her dark hair was spread across her back, and the small ponytail she had in didn't keep the pieces from falling across her face. Her left arm was close to her, under her pillow, and her right hand made a loose fist next to her face, giving her a childlike aura as she slept. I just stood there and looked down at her sleeping, gazing at her in awe, wishing I were in the bed next to her. Finally I could stand it no longer, and I took my hand and gently moved a piece of her hair and kissed her forehead, lingering there for what seemed like forever. I felt her move, and when I pulled back I watched her eyes open slowly and look up at me. I kneeled down next to the bed and stroked her cheek as she woke up. "You leaving?" she asked.
"Yeah, as soon as I get ready," I replied.
"What time is it?"
"About 9:30."
She shot up and looked at me. "You're late!"
I laughed. "I know, I just can't get going. I was kinda waiting on you to wake up."
She smiled at me and wrapped her arm around my neck. "Mmm, I love you," she said, pulling me closer and kissing me.
"I love you too, my little angel. Kiss me again." She did as she was instructed and pulled me closer, indicating to me that she wanted me on the bed with her. I stood up and she scooted over, and then pulled me down to where she was lying. It was warm and I could smell her perfume on the sheets. We both turned and faced each other and kissed again, very soft and sensual.
"I gotta go, little girl, I'm already late," I said. She didn't speak, but rolled on top of me and straddled me. I looked up at her, my breath coming quicker as I looked at her sensual body. Her disheveled hair fell on her shoulders, the ponytail keeping it from all falling down in front of her. Her breasts looked very soft and supple, and her pink nipples were growing hard as the cold air hit them. She thrust her hips forward and tucked two thumbs under her low-riding boyshorts and winked at me.