He was going to be late! He wheeled out of his driveway and backed out into the street. As he drove down the road, his eyes kept wandering to the clock on the dashboard.
"Damn it! Not again."
Settling into his commute he began to relax, his mind wandering back to her and last night. She'd surprised him with candles throughout the house, flower petals and clothes leading to the bathroom, and a bath waiting with her inside smiling seductively up at him.
A horn blaring nearby brought him out of his daydream. Once again he looked at the clock. "Yep, definitely late. Wonder if it's too late to call out sick."
He reached for his briefcase to call the office and tell them he was stuck in traffic, which was true on some level. It wasn't on the front seat, or the floor behind the passenger seat. Maybe it was on the back seat? No, not there either.
"Where did it fall to, damn it!?"
While he searched his car it came to him, he'd set it down outside the bedroom door when he'd come to sneak one last peak at her lying there in bed. He could see her soft skin glowing in the morning sunlight. The soft smile that played across her lips while she slept, the seductive curves of her body teasingly exposed by the sheets.
He stood there captivated by her. The chime of his watch woke him from his revelry. He was going to be late! Running out in a hurry he'd forgotten his briefcase in the hallway. "Damn it!"
Seeing a familiar exit, he quickly veered off the highway and headed back towards home. He was almost there when it began to rain. Thunder rolled across the sky and the rain began to fall harder, drumming a steady rhythm on his windshield as it fell. By the time he pulled into the driveway it was pouring rain and the sky was dark.
He ran up to the house, trying to avoid getting soaked. Thunder rumbled and he could see a flash of lightning off in the distance. He opened the door and slipped quickly inside. While he stood shaking off the water by the door he heard noises coming from within the house. He quietly made his way down the hall. There was his briefcase leaning against the wall, right where he'd left it, the bedroom door slightly ajar.
Again he heard the faint sound, a gasp? Or was it a moan? Quietly moving up to the door he peered inside the dark room. In the reflection of the dresser vanity across the room he could see her laying there in bed. She had her eyes closed tightly and was moaning softly and writhing under the sheets.
A broad smile played across his lips, he moved to get a better view of her in the mirror. Standing there watching her, she arched her back slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sudden movement causing the sheets to slide off, exposing her slender body.
Her body was naked and beautiful. She had one hand cupping her breast, her fingertips caressing the hard nipple; the other was hidden between her thighs. Her legs blocked the view but he could tell from the way her hips were moving she was close to coming.
