Addie awoke to strong gusts of wind and rain battering her two-story home. With horrendous sounding thunder in the distance, she rolled over and looked at the flashing digital clock. Seven in the morning was early for Addie who usually awoke at eight. As she lay unclothed under comfortable ivory sheets, her soft chestnut brown hair was beneath her head. Addie turned and looked through the rain-drenched window at the turbulent conditions outside. Shifting to one side of her canopy bed, she sat up and stretched.
Placing her hands softly on her thighs, Addie inspected her naked reflection in the cheval mirror. Shifting her hands to the inside of her thighs she slowly glided them across her abdomen to her breasts, elevating them tenderly from beneath. Looking down, she pressed them together and smiling, thought that they weren't bad for a thirty-six year old.
As the stormy weather continued, Addie walked into her closet and put on a pink terrycloth robe that fell just above her knees. After sliding her feet into a pair of fluffy, white slippers, she went into the bathroom. As Addie brushed her shoulder length hair, she decided to postpone her morning appointments and, if the weather let up, keep the afternoon ones.
Downstairs in the kitchen Addie turned on some soft jazz she liked. After starting some coffee she walked through the utility room into the living room. She then proceeded directly to the large picture window to look outside. As she watched the driving rain splashing against the window, she could smell the aroma of the brewing coffee coming from the kitchen.
Addie Haden is a professional woman standing a hair above five-feet, five-inches. She is of average weight and keeps her hair at shoulder length. Her hazel eyes sparkle beneath long curly lashes and she has an engaging smile. Her breasts are generous at a 34C. Her areolas are topped with medium sized nipples and her shaven pussy bears a short strip of hair. Addie's figure rounds out with a 34-inch waist and 35-inch hips. She loves to dance and has shapely legs. She is skillful at coordinating her clothing and usually wears matching lipstick and nail polish. If her looks were put into one word it would be "refined". Addie works for an advertising agency, making close to a six-figure income. On the job she dresses conservatively and is known as a hard, dependable worker. On her off time, however, she wears more revealing cloths. She owns a two-story home in a nice neighbor, some twenty miles from her work. She has never been married as she feels it would tie her down. Although she dates, Addie enjoys the single life too much to favor a single man.
As Addie observed the storm outside, she couldn't help but wonder why anyone would even think about going out.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Startled, Addie walked curiously over the tiled foyer to see who was at the door. Who in the world would be ringing her doorbell at seven-thirty in the morning - and in this storm!
Looking through the peephole Addie saw Garrick, the twenty-year old hunk that took care of her lawn. She paid him one hundred and fifty dollars a week, which was good money for him. With the chain guard still in place she unlocked and cracked open the door.
Its me Miss Haden, Garrick," he said as rain blew through the porch and drizzled in through the cracked door.
"What are you doing out in this weather, Garrick?" Addie asked through the cracked opening.
Then remembering that she knew him, Addie said, "Just a minute." And, as she opened the door, continued with, "Come in Garrick; before you catch pneumonia."
"I'm returning your iron," Garrick said as he entered, stepping onto the tiles as he closed his umbrella.
"My iron?" Addie questioned. "You could have waited until the storm blew over."
"No," he answered, "I'm leaving for California this afternoon."
Surprised Addie exclaimed, "California! This afternoon! Why?"
Excited, Garrick answered, "Transferring to a four-year college! UCLA at Irvine - and I almost packed your iron."
Garrick put his umbrella in the corner and opened a small white plastic garbage bag. "See," he said.
"I didn't mind if you kept it," Addie explained, "I have another one anyway."
"No, I thought it would be best to get it to you before I left," Garrick replied as he picked up the scent of Addie's lightly perfumed body.
"Thanks Garrick, you're sweet," Addie said. "Why don't you wait until the rain stops before you go back? Are you already packed?"
"Almost," Garrick replied, "I just wanted to get the iron back to you before I forgot." Then looking back at the door said, "It's really pouring out there."
Garrick had been renting a room from a family two doors down from Addie while he was going to the local junior college. They had spoken often as he took care of her lawn on most Saturdays. Addie liked it when it was hot because all he would wear was swimming shorts and grass-stained sneakers. Garrick stands a little under six-feet and weighs one hundred and seventy-five pounds. He has an athletic body type, short dark brown hair and brown eyes. Garrick is somewhat shy and well mannered.
"I'm going to miss you Garrick," Addie pouted curling her lips. "I didn't expect you to go until September."
"My friend transferred there last month so I decided to go early and stay with him until school starts. Enjoy California before I start classes and all," Garrick explained.
"Wait here Garrick, I will get you some towels," Addie said.
Returning with the towels Addie continued, "Here, let's see if we can get you dry."
As Addie handed him a towel, her mind drifted to the times she would masturbate thinking about him. It wasn't unusual for her to watch him from her bedroom window as she massaged her pussy. And, in order to flirt with him, she would take him a cold drink wearing shorts and a bikini top. There was always sexual uneasiness between them.
"What time is your flight?" Addie questioned as she handed him another towel.
"Three-thirty, but I have to be at the airport at one, with the security and all," he replied.
As Garrick dried himself off Addie stepped back to get a good view of this young hunk. Her mind rambled as she wondered if he had a big cock, how may times he had sex, and what it would be like to fuck him.
"Is that coffee I smell," Derrick asked.
"Sure is. Would you like a cup?" Addie answered, as her thoughts zoomed back to the moment. "I don't think you are going anywhere soon."
"That would be great," Garrick said. "OK if I take off my shoes?"
"Go ahead Garrick, and dry your feet," Addie replied.
He then took off his shoes and socks and dried his feet so he wouldn't get the carpet wet.
With the gusts seemingly getting stronger Addie took Garrick by the hand and walked him into the kitchen. With a towel draped over his shoulder, he sat down at the kitchen table. Addie walked over to get some large, rarely used mugs from the top shelf of cabinet. Raising herself up with her toes to reach the top shelf, she intentionally made long scratches on her right rear thigh, lifting her pink robe another three or four inches with each scratch. Flirting, Addie was sure he would be able to get a good look at most of the rear of her right thigh.
