Makayla came home a little sore from sitting hunched over her workstation. Her large brown eyes were tired from staring at the computer screen, and she rubbed the dryness back into them. Her latest project, a logo for a coffee house had to be revised... again. But that was something to take care of tomorrow. Right now all she wanted was a stiff drink and a call from her boyfriend. Makayla scuffled across the floor of her well kept apartment, mechanically dropping her purse in the dining room chair and her coat across the back of the sofa. She opened the refrigerator and peered inside. She brushed an unruly lock of dark hair out of her eyes before locking in on a bowl of pasta salad.
It was cold and bland, but it was food she didn't have to cook. Makayla turned on the television simply for the noise. She didn't know what channel she was on, nor did she even pay attention to the flashing images. After she finished her bowl, she dropped it in the sink and then went down the short hall to her small bedroom. The room held little more than her four post bed, her dresser, a reading chair, and her bedside chest. Long, floor to ceiling curtains blocked the drafts from the windows. She undid her ponytail and shook her hair loose before noticing the single red rose on her bed.
A red ribbon formed a bow around the flower, and a long end draped over the bed. Makayla traced the line with her fingers and found a small velvet box. She held it in her hand: it wasn't a necklace or jewelry box, the shape was wrong. It didn't worry her that this mysterious package was in her apartment; she knew who it was from. Makalya pulled the bow loose and flipped open the box. It contained two things: a folded letter and an opaque black silk scarf.
The note read in a strong, masculine script:
Makayla,
Rest your eyes tonight.
-A
She looked at the note and then let the dark silk glide over her hand as she took it from the box. Makayla read the note again this time aloud.
"What does he mean...?" she asked.
A low, soft whisper purred in her ear. She recognized his voice immediately and her heart skipped. It was her lover, Andrew: "I mean..." He wrapped his arms about her shoulders and took the scarf from her hands. He gently wrapped the dark fabric over Makayla's eyes as he spoke. "...rest your eyes."
Andrew secured the scarf with a firm bow before letting his hands glide down Makayla's neck and shoulders. Her mouth fell slightly open and a coo escaped her as she felt his hands slide around her and began to unbutton her blouse. He slide her shirt open and wrapped his rough hands around her tender breasts. He savored the feel of her lacy bra and the firmness of her flesh in his hands for a moment. Andrew leaned down and kissed Makayla behind her ear. She gasped once more and let out a breathless mew. Her hands drifted back and glided up and down his naked sides.
"Oh, Andrew..." she cooed as her body heat rose.
"Shhh," was all she heard in response.
Makayla curled her lower lip in and gnawed on it as she felt the delight of her boyfriend's hands on her breasts. She felt his hot breath on her neck and nuzzled into his broad chest. She was completely blind, but lost in the sounds and the feel of her surroundings. Andrew pulled his hands away, leaving her body aching for more, but she felt her blouse slide from her shoulders and heard it drop to the floor. Andrew looped his hands around Makayla's waist and undid the fastenings of her slacks before sliding them down her legs. She curled her fingers into the waistband of her lacy panties only to have her hands squeezed to a stop.
