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.
He stood there watching her as she touched herself, eyes closed tightly, her chest heaving as she began to breathe harder. Her soft throaty moans were getting louder and louder as her hand continued to explore her sex. He quietly moved into the bedroom. He had to have a closer view! It was almost too much to bear watching her like this! His desire for her was palatable. He could almost taste her soft skin and feel the warmth of her body.
She gasped and arched her back as she came. As wave after wave of pleasure washed over her she softly moaned his name. Smiling, he moved closer to the edge of the bed and kneeled down between her legs.
She was squeezing her eyes closed tightly, touching herself as she remembered how he had touched her just the night before. They'd made love several times last night and she could still feel his touch and smell his body in the bed there with her. She could see the outline of his body as it was cast in the glow of the candles. She could still feel his body pressing against hers.
"Oh god!" she gasped as she came. The orgasm had surprised her. It hit with such delicious force that it caused her to arch her back and moan, her body tingling and throbbing with remembered pleasures.
She jumped as she felt something warm and wet on her thigh. Opening her eyes she saw him there kneeling at the edge of the bed, kissing her gently along her inner thigh. He was smiling up at her hungrily. She could see his briefcase and clothes in a pile by the door.
She smiled down at him and then lay back. Moaning as he began to kiss, lick and nibble his way up along her thighs. The softness of his lips and the warmth of his breath were almost too much for her. As vivid as her memory of the night before had been it was nothing compared to how his touch felt right now. She lay there trying to drink in every sensation. She heard the soft patter of rain falling against the window and the deep rumbling of the thunder.
She reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to her. She could feel his pace quicken as her urgings became more intense. She gasped when he slid a finger inside her. She was about to explode. When she felt his mouth move to her clit and take it firmly between his lips, she moaned, "I'm going to come. Oh, Baby!"
