Missy stood at her window looking out at the hard rain hitting the streets just outside her bedroom window. Her hands wrapped around a hot coffee mug, sipping at it slowly. Little chills were felt as the heat sunk out past the cups edge, kissing her face, warming it. Her over-sized sweater hung on her shoulders with fuzzy sweat pants loosely resting at her hips. Huge socks engulfed her feet as she pressed one on top of the other, leaning against the window.
The lights were still on at the second floor of the town house across the street. The lights were bright enough to see a man walking around inside, talking on the phone. Missy studied his body language, looking on with her curious eyes. He passed by the sliding glass doors, into the dining room, then into the kitchen. The man's hands waved around, describing something while he talked on the phone. Walking into the dining room, he sat down at the kitchen table, setting the phone down.
The phone rang and Missy reached for it, grabbing it off the night stand.
"Hello" she said, waiting for a voice on the other end.
"Ohh, hey. What are you up too?" Missy said. Her girlfriend went on, telling her all the stuff that she'd been up too.
Still looking across the street, the kitchen light was off now as Missy gazed over at the sliding glass doors, the man still at the table, sitting in front of his computer.
"Oh, not much, I'm just hangin' out relaxing." Missy said, trying to keep up with the conversation.
"Yea...Yea... I'm going to bed here in a bit. It's been a long day. All the unpacking took forever!" she told her girlfriend, pulling the blinds, walking away from the window.
A few minutes later and a goodbye, Missy hung up the phone. She stared at the empty bed, laying her robe over the footboard, John was working late once again as she turned the lights out, crawling into the cold sheets.
Rolling over the next morning, her arm laid flat to the pillow beside her. John was already gone and with a sigh, she rolled over, wishing for the hug that she normally got before he left for work. With many late nights, she was looking forward to the weekend, when they could spend time together. All she needed was just a couple hours with him, to get that connected feeling again. Awake from her thoughts, her feet hit the floor and she headed to the bathroom.
Later, out of the shower and in her robe, she pulled the blinds open at her window.
He stood in front of the dining room table, looking out the sliding glass doors, drinking his coffee. He was still in his robe. It brought a small smile to her face.
"Mmm. Coffee, now that sounds good." she said to herself, walking off to the kitchen.
John had already made coffee before he left. Pouring herself a cup, she walked back into the bedroom. He was still standing there, his robe loosely tied with his chest peeking out just enough. His muscular thighs showed as his robe stopped at the middle of his thigh.
His computer still open, with various papers lying on the table, he looked as though he had worked through the night. Missy wondered if he had the same long hours as John did. Missy continued to watch him while she brushed her wet hair, looking out the window.
Looking out his window off into different directions, he caught Missy looking at him from her bedroom window. Missy's robe was tied tightly in front of her as it cascaded all the way down, stopping just above her feet.
A sudden excitement filled her, knowing he'd caught her staring at him. A delicious moment caught between them, she rose her cup to him and smiled. He looked on and with a small laugh, her smile returned. He continued to stare as his fingers grab a hold of his robe, pulling it out away from him. With a sexy wink, Missy suddenly realized that she never got dressed. Motionless, she stood feeling the mutual attraction.
He held a finger up, as if to tell her to hold on for one moment. He turned and appearing to write on a piece of paper. Seconds later, he turned, holding the paper up to the window.
In big black letters, "Good Morning, How are you?" it read.
With the same reaction, she held up her finger, racing into the kitchen to grab a tablet of paper and a black marker. She returned, finding him standing there patiently waiting for her. With a big smile, she opened the tablet she began to write.
"Great! Good morning to you!" as she holds it up to the window, making it visible to him.
His smile curls and then he turns to write again, pressing the piece of paper up against the window.
"Truth or Dare?" Missy looked on with a look of surprise.
"Oh wow!" This is getting interesting." she thought to herself.
A sexy smile appears on his face, crossing his arms, waiting for her reply.
Missy looked down at the tablet. "Why not. I'm full of adventure." she said, out loud to herself, writing on the tablet.
"Truth" she placed it against the window, waiting for his reply.
He stood for a moment as if to think of something good. Then smiled, turning to write it down.
"Nude underneath that robe?" said his paper, flat against the window.
She quickly tore off the old piece of paper, writing her answer. "Yes!" biting her lip, holding the paper up again.
A wicked smile covered his face, it's was unmistakable.
He smiled, pointing back at her. "Oh? Hmm, my turn huh?" Missy talked into the glass, mouthing the words, as she looked down and began to write.
"Truth or Dare" A quick turn and he writes.
"Dare" returning the sheet of paper for her to see.
"I dare you to take your robe off." her smile turned to lust.
Missy could hardly stand still, watching, and waiting for his body language to change, his smile devious.
With very little hesitation, his hands move to the tie that holds his robe together. Slowly he pulls at it, taking his time, his fingers pulling it out in front of him as it becomes loose. His robe hanging now with his finger tips sliding into the collar. It opened little by little as his hard chest was revealed. Her eye's traveled, looking down to see his black, snug, boxers holding his length against him.