Carrie pushed back from the desk, eyes bleary and tired. She'd spent the day working with her supervisor, Nancy, finishing end-of-month reports and logs for the small school in rural Texas – she was tired of staring at the computer screen and scratching notes with her pencil. Her mind, however, was in overdrive.
Since early that morning Robert had been going through her mind. His touch, his half-cocky smile, the way he could stare at her and make her think of the things he would be doing to her when they were alone. She'd been waiting for this day for four long weeks –the last time they'd seen each other.
As she'd shaved her legs that morning, Carrie had thought of his hands going over them later that night. "I hope he appreciates all the hard work I put into this," she thought as she spread lotion over her smooth legs.
Pulling her small cotton panties over her smooth hips, she thought of his hands and how they'd feel as they pulled them aside that night. A small smile played across her lips as she put on her bra. "He has no clue what's in store for him," she muttered to herself while putting on her small charcoal plaid skirt. A tight red top completed her clothes. While brushing her hair, she looked in the mirror. "I hope he likes what I'm wearing!" she murmured to no one in particular. Tights and black shoes rounded out her complete outfit. It was exactly as she'd described to him, and she hoped he'd like it.
Carrie's mind snapped back to the present. "Let's get out of here!" Nancy exclaimed as she packed up the rest of the small pile of paperwork into her briefcase.
"Great idea!" said Carrie, knowing that it was just a matter of a few hours until she got to kiss him, feel his breath on her neck, feel his hands in her hair and on her face.
Carrie had ridden back from the small school to Nancy's house in relative silence. Aside from the small chit-chat that she and Nancy usually shared, she really hadn't spoken too much. Her mind had kept wandering to the last time they had been together, the wonderful night they had spent together after his birthday dinner. Her nipples pressed out from her body and she could feel herself getting excited, the butterflies building as she thought of the excitement that was to come later that night. It was a good thing her bra was padded.
"Here we are!" Nancy let out with a little sigh of relief as she pulled into her driveway. "The week is over!"
"Yup. Have a great weekend, Nancy. Thank you so much for the opportunity to work on this financial information. I'm really learning a lot."
"No problem. You're a quick study!" Nancy replied. "You have a great weekend, too. What are you doing, anyhow?"
"I'm headed down to Dallas to pick up Robert right now, actually. He's spending the weekend here, out at my grandparents' place."
"Oh! How fun! Have a great time! See you Monday!"
"I will. See you then." Carrie turned to walk to her Camaro, sliding into the driver's seat with a sigh. "She has no idea how much fun tonight is going to be," she thought, pulling away from Nancy's house. As she turned on to Highway 287 South to Dallas, she turned up the radio. As usual, it was the dance station from Dallas. She drummed her fingers against the steering wheel in beat with the music, singing along and turning it up when it came to a song she really loved. Carrie sped off to Dallas, ready for a wonderful evening with the man she loved...
Robert sighed to himself, looking at the clock in the bottom-right corner of his computer screen. The minutes and hours had been going by so slowly that morning. He was too excited to concentrate on his work but he knew he had to get something done. He turned back to his desk to look at the drawing that had been plaguing him for weeks. It was no use. Every time he looked at the drawing, his mind would wander – remembering her smile, the smell of her hair, the feeling of her soft skin under his hands, remembering the shadow of her touch on his body as she moved beneath him. It was too much for him, and he turned back to the computer screen.
"At least I wore jeans today," he thought as his cock struggled to make its way free of his boxers. "If I was wearing slacks today, I'd be hard-pressed to stand up and get a cup of coffee."
Robert was amazed by the effect she had on him. He'd never been with a woman who could captivate his mind and his body as she did. Even during weeks when he knew he wasn't going to see her his mind would wander to her while he was at work; this week he'd been more than distracted – today he was useless. "I'm never going to get this done," he sighed to himself.
"What'd you say?" came an inquiry from the girl in the next cube.
"Nothing, Michelle, just thinking out loud – as usual."
"Okay!" she replied in her usual chipper manner.
Robert returned to the drawing on his computer. He was making changes on paper, then translating them onto the computer. He couldn't concentrate on any one thing for more than a few minutes, though, unless it was her, so he just gave up and started surfing the internet. A glance at the clock showed it was nearly noon. "Just a little more than an hour, my love, then I come to see you," he said to her in his mind. That hour was agonizingly slow. There was no one else in the office. It was Friday in the office, after all. He found himself thinking back to that morning.
He had woken up, as usual, to the sound of his phone ringing. He loved the way she called him in the mornings. There really was nothing better to him than waking up to the sound of his siren's voice. They'd chatted for a while, both of them excited to hear one another's voice in the morning. "See you later!" they'd both hurried to say, giggling to one another over the phone. "We always get excited about saying that," he remembered with a smile. The days when one flew to see the other were always exciting, and they had little things they said to celebrate them.
He'd rolled out of bed, thinking longingly back to the last time she'd been in his bed and the incredible night they'd shared. She'd been insatiable that night, wanting to go again and again, making him feel like an incredible lover. He wondered if she'd ever been like that before. She said she rarely got into that kind of mood, and he was grateful he'd been there to experience it.
As he showered, he thought of the things they might do on this trip. He knew about the movie and the symphony, but he was really hoping they'd get to spend some time alone. The last trip down there hadn't been the greatest, and he was ready to have to some fun in the great state of Texas. Robert hoped they would get to have some fun on the drive back to her hometown, but he never expected what would happen later on that night.
Robert got out of the shower and toweled himself dry. As he went into the bedroom, he pulled on his light red plaid boxers, his lucky ones, and smiled to himself. He drew a white undershirt over his head, a 'wife-beater' as she had always jokingly referred to it. He pulled on his jeans and went back into the bathroom to shave and brush his teeth. Robert shaved with precision that morning – he knew that his whiskers could hurt the soft skin on Carrie's neck.
