Another late night driving down the motorway, the lights illuminating the road, lights blurring one into another. As he moved into the fast lane, his speed creeps up to 90, speeding him home. It had been another long week at work, a mix of meetings with officials, managing projects and running various disciplines to try and separate the weak links from the business. The people he managed out had no idea how their personal circumstances troubled him long after they were gone, it was hard being the boss and having an empathic nature, it left him with knots in his shoulders, a buzzing in his head and a loneliness that wasn't helped by always returning to an empty home and having only a couple of friends that stuck around since he started working and living away most of the time.
As he pulled up the car to his usual parking space he turned off the engine and sat there letting the radio finish the song, checking his phone there was still no message from his girlfriend, perhaps she had fallen asleep early, after all it was 10pm by the time he pulled up. Unpacking the car and bringing his suitcase through the first front door he was surprised by the lack of post, Amber must have been round earlier in the day to collect it, as he ascended the stairs he noticed the top door was ajar, she must have forgotten to lock up properly on her way out, there was a whisp of perfume as he entered the hall way. His heart skipped a moment hoping that perhaps Amber had come to surprise him, but as they had been seeing each other for a couple of years and she hadn't done so before, he wrote off the thought and went into the kitchen, refreshed the kettle and switched all the sockets on and set the kettle to its task. Imagining how nice it would be to stay in just one place all the time and have just one basic but important function he envied the Kettle and its role in life.
Next stop, time to draw off a bath, water running he kicked off his shoes and took a seat on the sofa, loosening his tie and undoing a button on his shirt. He pulled his phone from his pocket to confirm that he still had no message before pulling up the news page on his favorite football team, he must have been engrossed because he ignored the faintest of sound passing across the hallway he could only half see from his position on the sofa and was only half aware that the sound of water pouring from the bath taps had ceased, he looked up couldn't see anything and decided to finish the story of why a certain striker would fit in with his teams method of play and be quite successful. Then he heard a creak this time in the room and his attention was not to be distracted from what he saw.
There in the doorway stood Amber, sometimes a picture can say 1000 words and what she was wearing said everything. Dressed in her red baby doll nightie and from the outline her red underwear, with her dark hair down and a sparkle in her eye letting me know she had plans for him. He was not going to argue, it had been a few weeks since we last had some intimate time together and by body was already starting to react to what he saw, before he even had a chance to speak. She was only small at the 5 foot mark, but she was both slim and curvy at the same time. Her arms and neck were slender, her breasts around a B cup were always well presented no matter what she wore, and she had a slim waist and beautiful curving hips and smooth legs. Why she ever doubted her appeal was beyond me, he agreed with himself that he had never seen anything so beautiful and sexy.
