From his study upstairs he heard the all too familiar click of the lock as she closed the front door.
She was drenched from the unexpected down pour, it had caught her completely off guard. Her wet clothes were clinging to her, mimicking the velvety touch of a bewitched lover.
The warmth that drifted through from the fire in the lounge was a relief as it dulled the chill that ran through her body.
As he reached the landing he saw her standing in the hallway, her wet silk blouse hugging her petite frame. He made his way down the stairs, and as she turned to greet him he saw the outline of her firm breasts showing clearly through the soft wet fabric. It embraced her perfect small brown nipples and created an arousing contrast to the whiteness of the silk.
The erectness of her cold nipples seemed to be beckoning him, flirting with the fire of excitement that lay inside him.
He drew her nearer and as he kissed her full inviting lips he fondled her. She welcomed his embrace. She had lusted for him all day and recalled how during her 10 am meeting she had found herself imagining him caressing her body; she wanted him then and wanted him even more now.
He held her close, their bodies pressing firmly against each other, there’s had always been a passionate relationship, and one that continually cried out for more.
As she moved towards the lounge and the orange glow of the fire, he made his way to the cellar where he purposefully choose a bottle of her favourite red wine. He remembered with fondness the evening they had first met and savoured the same vintage.