James had one hell of a day.
The trains were late in the morning which meant he was late getting to work. His boss wasn't too pleased of course. He decided James needed to be reminded through an overly long lecture about the importance of punctuality. It hadn't been the first time James had heard the lecture but he wished it was the last time. The lecture usually clocked in at about twenty minutes and it was horrid. All he could do was sit there and nod. Finally, he managed to get to his desk and find a hundred emails waiting for him. Most of them were trash but they all needed a prompt response. That took all morning. Of course, he wouldn't be able to just respond to all of the emails. There were phone calls and requests from his co-workers to help with their own work. He couldn't even take a proper lunch, quickly going through a sandwich with one hand while typing with the other.
During a quick break to get some coffee, he learned the trains were going to be late going home as well. Great, absolutely great, he thought to himself. Swapping over to his phone, he pulled up his girlfriend Miranda's number and put together a quick text.
'Hey babe. I'm sorry but it looks like I'm going to be late coming home tonight. The trains are a mess with the construction.' He wrote.
Miranda responded as he made his way back to his desk with his coffee. 'Aw! I guess date night is canceled?'
James frowned. 'Yeah. I'm sorry, babe. Believe me, I really could use a date tonight. Things are an absolute mess at work.'
'How about I come over tonight, do a little cooking and we can just lounge about tonight?' She wrote back after a few minutes.
He thought about that idea. It would be great to see her, especially after the long commute home. What would it hurt? 'That sounds great. I'll probably be home around 8, maybe 9 if you don't mind doing dinner late.'
'I'll eat before you get here. There will be a nice, hearty plate waiting for you. Gotta go!'
James smiled. Miranda was just too good to him. He was lucky to have her. The weight of work and stress on his shoulders bled away. Tucking his phone back into his pocket, he got back to work. The afternoon was just as crazy as the morning but he didn't care. That smile never left his lips for a moment. The day began to wind down, people heading out early until only a scant few remained in the office. James' phone buzzed in his pocket five minutes before 5 PM. Only one person was set to any sort of vibration notification. He pulled out his phone and opened it up, curious to see what the message was.
He was more than surprised to see what Miranda had sent him. She was laying on the couch in his apartment, holding the phone out to take the picture. The only thing that she was wearing was a silk black bathrobe that drove James mad. It clung to the curves of her body in all of the right ways, leaving little to the imagination. The opening of the robe was drawn down between her breasts, displaying just a little bit of cleavage below the silk. He could see her pink painted lips curled into a mischevious smile. They were covered in a sheen of that pink lip gloss that James thought looked fantastic on her lips and did it ever in this picture. There was a single sentence attached to the message.
'Don't leave me waiting too long, babe.'
James quickly turned off his phone screen before anyone could see. His heart was pounding in his chest. He hoped that no one else had seen that picture. That one was definitely being saved for a lonely night. He tucked his phone back into his pocket and checked the clock. 4:45 PM. If he hurried, he could catch the 5 and be home sooner. He said goodbye to his colleagues and grabbed his things. James hurried out of the office before anyone could stop him with another boring, benign task. There were more important things at hand. He walked quickly, ducking around a few slower pedestrians. His timing was perfect and he just, just made it into the 5 train right before the doors closed. Breathing a sigh of relief, he didn't even care that he would be standing the whole, overcrowded train ride.
James got to his apartment at 6:31 PM on the dot, putting his key into his locked door. He had completely forgotten the door would already be open in his own excitement. Stumbling into the apartment, something smelled absolutely divine. His mouth was watering and he felt the stress bleed right off of his shoulders after stepping in the door. There, sitting on the couch, was Miranda in all of her glory. She was standing up from the couch, setting her phone down onto the table. Her long, black hair was tied back into a loose ponytail. Every step was accompanied by the click of heels strapped onto her feet. She approached James with a smile.
"Welcome home," She said, her voice dripping with desire.
"It's good to be home," James said before embracing her to his body.
The two of them kissed like they hadn't seen one another in weeks. Their bodies pressed tight against one another, lips locked, eyes closed. James squeezed his arms around Miranda, holding her close, so glad to feel her pressed against him after a long day. Miranda was equally pleased, giving James a quick squeeze in return on the rear to let him know that she missed him. Her day hadn't been as busy or taxing as his. She was going to make him feel much better in due time. Eventually, the two broke the kiss to breathe. A small bridge of saliva connected their lips for a moment before breaking and landing on James' tie.
