The morning comes quickly. Ellie wakes up alone in her bed. The sun is just rising, peaking over the roof of the high rise building behind her own.
There is a serious ache in her abdomen, unlike anything she can remember. She thinks to herself about her periodical time frame. It was just a week ago. Not cramps. Odd. Ravenously horny? How is that possible?
Ellie's head is banging also. She is recalling the previous evenings events. Oh yeah, Mic but, we only had a few drinks, nothing else happened... Did it?
Ellie slides out of bed, stumbles into the bathroom, slipping her t-shirt over her head and turns on the shower.
The steaming hot water rains down over her as her hands roam over her naked flesh. As her finger tips graze over her nipples. They spring to life. Perky and pink. She pulls on them and her mind begins to wander to the mysterious music man.
Ellie feels the pulsating between her thighs. She runs her hands down her tummy and touches the hot spot between her legs. She is wet. It isn't the shower either.
She is picturing Mic staring at her. His eyes boring into her as she pleasures herself. What is it about this guy? Her fingers slippery with her cum, stroking her clit over and over. "Oh Mic", she exclaims as she almost achieves an orgasm. Pushing herself, screaming out loud. She ends in frustration.
She shampoos and conditions her hair. Then begins soaping down. Her sudsy hands wandering over herself and then rinses off.
Stepping out of the shower as she takes the towel to dry off, she wraps it tightly around herself, all that is in her mind is Mic! "What the Fuck!?" she says out loud, with only herself to hear.
She turns on the early morning news and selects an outfit. A shorter than usual black knit skirt, a semi revealing blouse(dependent on how far up she buttons) and a pair of black heels.
Choosing her under garments her mind wanders off once again. "I wonder what color Mic would choose for me? Now, this is beginning to become ridiculous!", she catches herself talking out loud to herself once again.
She dresses and applies a brown eye liner and a bit of mascara. Fortunately for her a bit of catwalk hair product is all that is necessary and she is heading for the door.
She snatches up her Louis V. bag. Ensuring her cell is handy, locking the door behind her.
Coffee is mandatory this morning. Making her way to the nearest Starbucks. She smiles at the barista from whom she orders her caramel machiato.
Taking it into her hands, trying to have the first scorching sip, her phone rings. Not recognizing the incoming number, she considers letting it go to voice mail but, picks up at the last moment.
Saying, "Hi, this is Ellie."
The responding voice stops her mid stride.
"Hi Ellie." Hs deep voice has her heart fluttering, "How did you sleep?"
"Honestly, I feel like I never went to bed and if I didn't know better I'd swear I was hung over!" She didn't know why she was telling him at all.
His laughter on the other end, has her giggling as well.
"I know exactly what you mean. I feel the same way" He states matter of factly and then continues with, "Ellie, I wouldn't normally be calling you so quickly but, I have an extra orchestra section ticket to wicked for this "weekend"."
Ellie suddenly finds herself flooding her panties as she gasps audibly.
He continues, pleased with himself. "Would you like to join me?"
Finding her voice, she struggles to say "Yes.".
"May I call you tonight?" Mic asks.
Hoping to not sound overly anxious she only says "Yes."
The day passes by with out incident. Although Ellie was incredibly busy, Mic invaded her thoughts sporadically throughout the day. Looking forward to talking to him again, was putting it mildly.
After arriving back home, she kicks off her shoes and pours herself a glass of Cabernet. Then set to making a quick dinner of pasta and broccoli-rabe with sliced hot Italian sausage.
Ellie polished off her meal without any trouble. The guys in her office are usually impressed with her voracious appetite.
Pouring another glass of wine, she settles herself onto the soft brown leather chaise lounge. Propping herself up on a few pillows she picks up her book from the end table.
Her current read is The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. It is a serious commitment as it is almost 700 pages. She turns to the pages with the red satin ribbon between them. Her cell ring tone begins - alerting her to Depeche Mode's "corrupt".
Quickly picking up her cell, this time she recognizes the number. She finds herself catching her breath as she answers "Hello.". She feels herself smiling. A kind of a revelation in itself.
"Hello Ellie, I think you know it me, Mic. Is now a good time to discuss your plans for this "weekend"?"
She has a sudden intake of breath and giggles a little as she feels herself becoming moist at his hello.
"Yes Mic, this is the perfect time." She responds breathlessly.
"Ellie, do you trust me?" He asks.
"Yes, I do. Although, I'm not sure why?" her voice trails off.
"That's good Ellie" he says softly, making her focus more deeply on his words.
"Lay back and relax for me Ellie. Do you Remember your comfort color of pale green?" Mic draws her in.
"I am laying down.", her voice sounds far away.
"Are you comfortable now Ellie?" He guides her back to his hypnotic place.
