(This is an excerpt from a much larger story, The Erotic Soul.)
Clara had returned home from work later than usual that day. Rushing in to her apartment, she quickly put the few things sheβd purchased from the market away in the fridge. Damn, she had said over and over to herself, as she tried to hurriedly get things done. She had to straighten up the apartment, start dinner, feed the cat, and finally, she went in to shower. She had only just stepped from the shower, when she heard the front door open. As she walked from the bathroom, back into the bedroom, Michael, or Mick to his friends, entered the room.
Mick smiled at her, seeing her wet hair and the towel wrapped around her damp body. Clara could see he had left his briefcase and suit jacket at the front door, before looking for her. "Running late again, huh?β Mick asked her with a grin as he walked over to her.
Clara shrugged her naked shoulders. "I was already to leave, when that darn Barnes thought of something else he just had to have tonight."
Mick nodded slowly, and then he reached out ran his fingers down the side of her face. "He really is a jerk some days isn't he?β He questioned her gently as he moved his hand down to the knotted towel. He slipped his fingers under the knot at the center of her breasts. His fingers shifted gently beneath the towel, caressing the inner curves of her full breasts. "So, you had to stay past five then?"
Clara tried to ignore the sensual feel of his fingers rubbing her breasts. "No, I left at five, but there was a crowd at the grocery store, and then I got stuck in the cross town traffic." She bit back a moan as his fingers slid down a bit further.
Mick nodded. "So, it wasn't really your boss' fault then?β He slid his fingers over further until he found her nipple, which was peaking up beneath the towel.