Thank god the day was over, Astrid thought as she walked in the door of her apartment. It was raining outside, and the sound of it pounding against the roof relaxed her. The only thing she wanted to do now, after a long day at work, was kick off her shoes and take a long, hot bath.
The trail of her clothes followed her as she made her way into the bathroom. Astrid took off the last of her undergarments, and then ran the hot water. While the steel tub filled, she got into the cabinet and took out several scented candles, placing them on the windowsill above the tub. She lit them using a nearby lighter. Soon the tub was full, and she slipped into the steaming hot water, letting out a sigh of relief.
Astrid submerged herself up to her shoulders, and then closed her eyes. The rain outside was pouring harshly now, and lightning lit the sky. Astrid barely noticed, for she was recalling an erotic book she'd been reading. She was in a far off world, with a man with dark hair and dark eyes- what was his name? Oh, it didn't really matter. Right now, he was looking at her with his intense, breath-taking gaze. His strong, rough hand was stroking her long brown hair, while the other was on her hip. He was leaning his head in to kiss her mouth, urgently thrusting his tongue inside. Astrid moaned softly.
Then he had his hand on her bare breast- picturing this, Astrid began to stroke her nipple. Then he was stroking her between her thighs. Astrid rubbed a finger against her clit. She was smiling dreamily to herself.
Suddenly, there was a loud knocking at her front door. Startled, Astrid cursed aloud. Hoping the intruder would go away, she sat still and waited. When the knocking persisted, Astrid sighed and stood up from the tub. Not even bothering to towel off, she grabbed the bathrobe from the hook on the door and put it on.
The knocking came again as she walked toward the front door. "Hold on, I'm coming!" she yelled, irritated. She finished tying the belt around her waist, and then opened the door.
She almost gasped as she came face to face with a stranger- a very, delectable looking stranger. A man of about thirty, with shortly-cropped brown hair, deep set brown eyes, and a height of six foot two. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt, showing off his muscled chest and stomach, as well as tight denim jeans. He carried a toolbox in his hand.
"Hello, sorry to bother you," he said, in a very business-like manner. "Your landlord told me that you were having problems with your electric outlets. It's a good thing I came, what with that storm outside."
Astrid was befuddled. "I don't know anything about electric problems. Are you sure you've got the right place?"
Furrowing his brow, the man glanced at the number on the door. "Three o' one? Yeah, it's the right place. I just got the call about an hour ago; they said it was pretty urgent. So if you don't mind-"
He pushed his way in, and Astrid was still left in irritated confusion. She gave up the idea of trying to argue. Instead she sighed and said, "Okay, well you go ahead and start- doing whatever it is you do. I'm going to get dressed."
