I just finished a difficult week in work. I had the weekend to look forward to, it had been the only thing that got me though the day. I got in to my car and began the hour long drive home. I didn't mind the long commute, it gave me time to think.
I arrived home and began routine small talk with my house mate Scott. I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and could finally start to unwind. We live in Glasgow, the biggest city in Scotland, but the house is in a very quiet part of town. There was little noise to distract us from Bob Dylan as we filled the room with smoke.
Before I got too comfortable, I went down the long hallway to switch on the shower. I always let it run for a while before getting in. I grab a towel from my room and put down the now empty bottle.
Steam bellowed out as I opened the shower-room door, I dived in. I love letting the hot waterfall run on to my broad shoulders and down over my body. It's a pleasant feeling as the water flows down over the end of my penis. It felt especially good that night. When I'm not in a hurry I could stand there for ages, but I'd been in long enough. I jumped out and wrapped the towel around me.
Back in my bedroom I splashed aftershave on to my thick dark stubble and threw on some clothes. I hadn't properly dried myself, my T-shirt and jeans now had a few damp patches. As I pulled my black leather jacket out of the cupboard in the hall, I said goodbye to Scott and left.
I got in the car and drove down in to town. I was due to meet Sarah at the train station in a few minutes. Like I said, I'd been looking forward to seeing her all week. She had been working in London and last time she was home, we didn't get too much time together. We had been sending racy text messages to each other all day, I was eager as hell!
I pulled the car up just after the entrance to the station. As I adjusted the passenger seat for her I caught a glimpse of my blue eyes in the rear view mirror. I had an almost arcane look, maybe a reflection of my mood.
I was looking out for her in the mirror, when she appeared from entranceway. Although it was dark, she was easily recognisable. She was wearing her distinctive long blue coat, which almost covers the whole length of her petite figure. She saw my car and pounded the pavement with her little feet, dragging her suitcase along behind her.
I got out the car and gave her a tight hug. Looking up in to my eyes she said, "Missed you." I could tell she had also had a long day, but a calm look started to take over her face. I loaded the car and headed back home.
She had loads to talk about in the short journey, I think she wanted to cram it all in while we were completely alone. I occasionally stroked her leg when I wasn't changing gear and kissed the side of her neck at any red lights.