Nine thirty on a Friday night and there was a knock at the door.
She looked over from the top of her book and a smile swept across her face. She put down her book, walked over to the door, and opened it slightly. Of all the people to stop by on a Friday night when she was alone...
"Sorry to disturb you," he said softly noticing her satiny robe hanging halfway down her thigh. She had obviously just showered because her hair was wet and hanging loosely around her shoulders. If it were any other woman, he would have looked away.
"We found these at work." He held up a set of keys.
"You know very well that you could have given these to me on Monday," she said with a sassy smile.
He smiled back at her in that all too familiar flirtatious way. He knew what he was doing when he volunteered to return her lost keys. Although her house was in the opposite direction of his, the desire to see her burned inside him like a wild fire and compelled him to make the journey to her door.
"But then I wouldn't have been able to see you standing in your doorway with only a bathrobe on," he replied looking her over hungrily. His glare did not go unnoticed, but he wasn't ashamed and she wasn't offended.
She opened the door a little further to reveal her full figure. Moisture from her wet hair seeped underneath her robe that clung to her beautiful sweet smelling flesh. Sexy... provocative. On the rare occasions he was able to cast his eyes upon her body, he reveled in her sensuality.
"Would you like to come in?" she asked opening the door all the way.
"Are you alone for the evening?" he inquired not wanting to enter if her husband was due home.
"Not if you keep me company," she replied running a finger down his shirt. She envisioned his body underneath his clothes. He was tall and lean, but muscular, and she enjoyed running her hands over his arms and through the hair on his chest. Flesh against flesh.
Her smiled revealed everything. A sexual impulse quickly took over her body. He was exactly what she needed for the evening. A physical interlude where she could escape from the daily life of work and marriage.
He stepped inside and she closed the door. Reaching over to her, he pulled her wet body tightly against his and kissed her greedily on the lips. Their tongues danced across each other's lips, performing a muscular tango inside their mouths. His kiss was all she needed to forget the day, to forget her life. Whenever he kissed her, she disappeared into another world... a distant place where he was able to keep her by pleasing, teasing, probing, and indulging on her body. Her husband, although he tried hard, had never been able to do that, and his touch could not compare to the arousing ability her lover had to take her body places it had never been before.