'Ah, I love this song.'
I turn up the volume and step out of my summer dress, belting out the lyrics along Bruce Springsteen's epic 'Dancin in the dark'.
Liberated in my undressed state, I channel the dance moves from the original music video. Enacting my own live show. When I see my reflection in the mirror, my shoulders and hips sway as I move towards it. Snapping my fingers to the beat.
In front of the mirror, the dancing evolves into a sexy stripper number as I remove the last item of clothing, my purple knickers. I bend over, arch my ass up, and slowly wiggle the dainty garment down my legs.
'Where's my cock when I need it,' slips into my mind, imagining my husband's lustful gaze upon my exposed derriere. Still in the bent down position, my head close to the floor, I notice a man standing in the doorway of my bedroom.
My mind freezes and adrenaline fueled fear sweeps through me as I have no idea who he is.
'What is he doing here? What am I going to do?' flash through my mind.
But I near immediately sense that he is not a threat.
He looks more shocked than me. His mouth is slowly moving open, as if he has seen a ghost. He tries to mouth something, incoherently, while I come to my senses.
And for a reason only God knows, I remain in my bent-over pose. There is lust in his eyes. And it sends a pulsating ache through me. And then, I hear these words blurt out of my mouth.
"Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to fuck me?"
'Oh my God, did I just say that?' my mind screams at me.
As he walks closer, I recognize the Amazon logo on his shirt.
'Oh, shit, I forgot about that,' when it dawns on me that there is a scheduled delivery today. I must have left the front door open.
But it is too late. Amazon Guy is unbuckling his belt already. He is quite handsome, I notice, with thick dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
"Take it off and lick my ass," comes the deliberate instruction from somewhere inside me.
'What the hell are you doing?' My conservative right brain questions the spoken words in my head.
I can hear myself, but it is as if someone else is doing the talking. I watch how he drops his khaki chinos on the floor and pull his golf shirt over his head. He's only wearing his socks and a pair of white briefs. He looks young, maybe mid-twenties or so, and he's built like a Spartan god.
'Fuck me, he is beautiful!'