The warm, pleasant world of dreams was shattered suddenly as energetic vocals and electric guitar invaded, warning of a dance epidemic tonight. Eyes cracked grudgingly open in the sunlight filtering through the dusty Venetian blind, he rolled out of bed and stumped toward his computer. The monitor clicked, brightened, and came into focus. Having successfully located the pause button, he silenced the Electric Six and stretched, crackles running up his stiff spine.
Heading into the kitchen half of his tiny studio apartment, he measured out a pot of oatmeal and thumped it down onto a burner. Twisting the knob to medium, he gathered up some clothes and located a towel. Hot water steamed and hissed as he adjusted the shower. Flipping the curtain closed, he leaned sleepily against the shower wall, allowing the hot water to soak his long, curly hair and drip out of his close-cropped beard.
A long night of work had led to a late night of beer and war movies, so he only had a couple of hours before work. Slowly waking up, he went through the shower routine, shampooing his hair and soaping down his body after rubbing in some conditioner. His hard member pointed stiffly up into the warm, cascading spray. Letting the water wash over him, he started to stroke it, intending to finish what his dreams had started before the rude interruption of rock music and the ensuing consciousness.
Muffled thumping from the direction of the front door broke him out of his reverie. Hurriedly, he rinsed out the remaining conditioner and stepped dripping from the shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist and another around his head, he flicked off the stove and went to the door, wondering if he had forgotten about an impending delivery or something.
Cracking the door, he peeked out. Standing on the front step was a petite brunette, dressed in a short olive-green dress that buttoned down to the bottom, at mid-thigh. An pair creamy white legs could be seen disappearing into high black boots. The top buttons were open low enough for a bit of soft swell to be visible. An impish smile flashed beneath green-blue eyes, and her hair was a deep chestnut. It was pulled back into a half-ponytail, falling in slight wavy curls to the base of her neck.
"Let me in, it's freezing out here!" she said, slipping inside and pushing the door closed with her round, firm little butt. Throwing her arms around his still-damp neck, she stretched up for a long, enthusiastic kiss, teasing his tongue with her own and nibbling on his lower lip. "Surprise," she murmured into his mouth, pushing her body close to his own.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, as the kiss broke. His fingers stroked her cheek, while his other hand scratched slowly up and down her back. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I thought I'd sneak over and brighten up your morning. You have to have something to think about while you drag through your shift," she replied with a wink. "Give me your hand, I have another surprise for you."