The morning came on as any other, dull and bleary. The fall chill had worked its way once again into the morning air. He slipped out of bed onto the chilled wood floor jumping back quickly as his feet touch the ground as cold as death. Getting up the courage to move again he slips his feet down searching this time for his slippers. Finding them he stands and goes into the bathroom. Brushing his teeth the mirror clouds over from the steamy water boiling up out of the wash basin. He wipes it away and stares at himself for a moment until he sees movement behind him. Quickly turning around he looks behind himself sure that the image in the mirror was that of a beautiful woman. In fact it was the only beautiful woman he had ever known, the very same one who had been killed three years ago this very night, by a drunken driver.
Oh how he missed her so...no more now than just a shell of a man mechanically going about his day he imagined the times before when she use to come to him hold him as he held her and they would make love from darkness till dawn every night again and again! He'd never found anyone who even came close to how he felt about her, though he'd tried something always reminded him of her and he'd lose interest in any new love.
He made his toast and for a moment his mind drifted back to when she use to make him breakfast, he never asked her too she would just do it. He could almost smell the eggs or not just almost, he could! He looked quickly around as the smell of eggs cooking assailed his senses. He could defiantly smell them but he thought to himself they must be coming from somewhere next door or something.
He ate his toast and left for an uneventful day at work. Sitting at his desk debugging software his mind began to wander back to their last night together, he'd held her close and his hands caressed her body as hers caressed his. He remembered the feel of her breasts, large and so soft. He could imagine still how smooth her thighs felt against his as their legs intertwined.
Leaning back in his chair thoughts of her activate his cock and his pants grow tight. He closes his eyes and pictures her face above him, imagining her riding his hard cock her tits bouncing right in front of his face. Suddenly he feels a hand on his cock, rubbing it and grabbing at it! His eyes pop open immediately and he stares around looking for who is there but sees no one. He is totally alone in his office. Hi mind reels, 'I must be emotionally distraught or something' he thinks to himself. He thinks about calling his grief councilor but remembers the last bill he got from her and decides not to.
The drive home is short even though he stops off at the store to buy some candy for all the trick-or-treaters. He knows there are many children in his neighbor hood and is friends with most of their parents and knows many of them by name. He hopes they will all get a smile from the candy he gives them, and hopefully it will brighten up his evening.
