As the sun came up, these thoughts occured…
The knock on the door roused him from his slumber. The clock on the nightstand said it was just past midnight. Outside a gentle rain fell against the windows. He had thought to ignore the knock, but it came again. He grumbled under his breath as he got out of bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants before he walked the short distance to the door. The woman on the other side of the door stood waiting, her hands crossed in front of her. He sighed, then opened the door.
“Good morning. What brings you by so early?”
She smiled up at him. She knew the smile would alleviate any hard feelings he might have for waking him.
“I thought I should at least say thank you for dinner.”
“You did,” he said waving her in and closing the door behind her. “Can I get you anything?”
He took her coat from her as she slipped it from her shoulders and hung it up before she walked over and sat on the couch. She crossed her legs and looked up at him.
He walked over and sat down next to her.
“You seemed to have left in a hurry, and I wondered why?”
“Did I? Sorry. It’s been a busy week.”
“Anything I can help with?”
“No, not really.”
“Because, I got all dressed up, and I was looking forward to you undressing me,” she said with a smile.
He smirked back at her.
“You have rebuffed my advances to date and given how tired I was, I just did not feel like bringing it up tonight. Again, sorry.”
“It’s OK,” she said with a smile.
Her hand moved across the space between them and she squeezed his thigh gently. Her touch kindled a small flame inside him. Small muscles twitched inside his body.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“Like what? Tell me.”
“I was thinking I would like to take pictures of you. Centerfold level pictures. I wondered what you taste like. If you’d ever been tied up. What your hands would feel like on my body.”
She smiled again, then stood up, and indicated he should join her. She rested her hands on his shoulders before she ran them down his arms and back up again. He then rested his hands on her shoulders and repeated the motion before she stepped into his embrace and kissed him. The distance between them closed as they pressed their bodies against each other. She ran her hands along his bare skin as he cupped her ass through her dress.
“Tell me about these pictures…,” she whispered.