Stacy was sitting on her couch wearing nothing but an oversized football jersey and panties. She was trying to read a novel -- the latest best seller -- but for some reason she couldn't concentrate. Her thoughts kept returning to last weekend and how much fun it had been spending time with Mike. He had been sensitive and caring, and a surprisingly good lover, although quite inexperienced for a man his age. She began to get a warm feeling between her thighs as she recalled the way they had made love in the hot tub.
"Snap out of it girl!" she thought to herself. Stacy knew Mike would be home this weekend and she was sure he would want to see her. It was already Thursday, but she couldn't help feeling a little annoyed; he hadn't called since Monday when he told her he was going on a business trip. She had even rushed home the previous evening, shortening her usual weekly girls' night out on the off chance that he might call. She knew she should have been out enjoying herself, all she could think about was how much she missed him and how she wished he was back from Chicago.
Stacy had just opened the book again and was almost through a page when her phone rang . . .
Mike walked into his hotel room stressed out and tired from another long day of troubleshooting. He hung his jacket in the closet and stripped down to his underwear; then dropped down on the bed with a long sigh. He had been in Chicago for the last 4 days meeting with his company's newest client. It was a really big deal for his firm, and since his last promotion, he was "the man" for these kids of situations. The only real problem was that the client was demanding that he be here at least 3 days a week until the contract ended. He hoped that after a few weeks, they would relax that request, but for now he had to live with it.
Mike fondly thought back to last weekend. He and Stacy had spent the entire weekend together and it had been just about the best weekend of his entire life. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and absolutely the sexiest woman he had ever met. Mike felt incredibly lucky to have found such a woman, and she had been in is thoughts every spare minute since he left. He really hoped his travel schedule wasn't going to cause a problem with her.
When Mike had called Stacy on Monday and told her he was going to be away, she had taken it in stride. But she made it pretty clear that she wanted to see him as soon as he got back. He was definitely anxious to spend some more time with her, but he wasn't scheduled to be home until sometime on Friday night. Mike put on his hands free headset and started to call her so he could let her know . . .
Stacy picked up her cordless phone and looked at the caller ID. It said simply 'Illinois'. She quickly hit the 'talk' button and said "Hello?"
"Hello beautiful!"
"Mike! I am so glad you called. I have been thinking about you."
"Have you really? Well, me too. I have been thinking about you almost constantly since I left."
"That's sweet. How is your trip going?"
"Oh, you know. Meetings, lunches, dinners, all boring business stuff."
"You poor baby -- All that fine wine and expensive food -- Sounds like hell."
Mike laughed, "OK. So it's not all bad. Still; I wish I was there instead of here."
"Well, it's only one more day."
Mike paused. "That's why I called. I am sorry but I can't make dinner tomorrow night. They want me to stay here and meet the CEO for dinner, so I won't be getting back until very late."
"That's all right Mike. I understand. Come by whenever you get in."
"Are you sure? It will probably be after midnight."
"I don't care how late it is. I really want to see you."
"OK, it's a date." Then Mike added quietly, "Assuming nothing else comes up."
Stacy thought he sounded tired, "Are you sure you are all right?"
Mike sighed, "Sure. I am fine. Just a little stressed, that's all."
For a moment there was only silence, as Stacy quickly pulled her jersey over her head and dropped it on the floor. Then she said quietly, "I think I know how to help you relax."
Mike laughed, "Oh, I am quite sure you do. But you aren't here."
Stacy giggled, "Oh Mike, sometimes you are so dense . . . What are you wearing?"
"Oh, just my boxers and a T-shirt . . . Why do you ask?"
