As I pulled up into the driveway, I could feel the blood rushing through my circulatory system as my heart pumped faster. My girlfriend, Abigail, would be in our room, on her laptop, doing whatever it is she does after coming home from work. She was an accountant, and I was a doctor, working at H.P.C. Medical Association. I opened the car door, almost slipped on the pavement, and grabbed a shit-tonne of paperwork from the back seat. I walked quickly to the front door, turning my torso in order for me to lock the car.
Keys in my mouth, I fumbled for the right key to unlock the door to my humble abode. Dumping the paper on the nearest table, I kicked the door shut. I threw my coat on a peg and ran up the stairs, as if being chased by a rabid dog. Opening the door to my room, I caught Abigail do an Alt+Tab on her laptop. Of course she had resorted to porn. I was late, after all.
I looked her in the eyes and she showed me a sexily devilish grin. Her glossy, naturally ginger hair cascaded down her back and the front of her right shoulder like a golden waterfall. She closed down her laptop with her elegant hands (nails, never painted or polished, as they were perfect anyway). She leapt from her chair and wrapped her arms round my shoulders, pressing her warm lips against mine. She didn't hesitate to start probing my mouth with her tongue. We speedily began to undress, Abigail unbuttoning her pinstripe blazer and me throwing off my maroon cardigan. Her shirt came off, then mine, then as she went to pull her vest off her head, I caught her arms behind her head and the neck of the vest rested under her nose, so just her mouth was showing.