It was Friday and Missy stood in the small tub shower at Dave's place, washing the last of the soap away from her body. The shower curtain pushed aside, she looked at the clock on the wall.
"Geezzz. 7pm. Where is he?!" she thought. "Always late and never where he is supposed to be. He should have been here by now." she felt herself getting angrier by the minute.
Closing the shower curtain, she turned, rubbing the wet glass window with her hand. Pushing the window open, the warm summer nights air started to mix with the steam filtering through the screen as she peeked out, watching few cars pass on the street.
A loud thump and Missy could hear the garage door go down. Dave's place was so run down and needed so many repairs, but he was on the fast track. At least that's the excuse he kept giving her. Missy heard a slam, and another noise as the screen door hit the frame of the door.
"Dave? You home?" she asked, not really needing an answer.
She could hear his keys hit the dish on the counter and then a long silence. Standing under the shower spray with her eyes shut, she just listened.
"Miss me?" Dave's voice flooding her ears as he touched her shoulder.
Turning around quickly. "Damn you! I hate it when you sneak up on me! Where have you been?!" Missy asked, smacking him on the arm and then stopping suddenly, realizing he stood completely nude before her.
"Does that mean you want me to leave?" Dave asked with a wicked grin as his mouth began to curl at the edges.
A long stare that lasted longer than she liked, still trying to be pissed at him, with her breath held, he stood there already hard.
"Is that a no? " he asked.
With a lump where her voice was supposed to be, she was unable to speak.
"Uh-huh. I thought so." He flashed a lusty grin, then his eyes went dark, seductive, and purely animalistic.
"Something tells me I am forgiven." he added, just loving the fact that she was speechless. "You have such beautiful long legs, you know that." he said, more as a statement then a question.
The hot shower spray blocked by her wet body, slowly he began to descend down in front of her. Sliding and tickling his finger tips around her knee's, stopping at the tops of her thighs.
"Looks like you missed a spot." he said, making a teasing, tsking sound, the words hissed through her body like a burning fuse. She bit her lip, weakened at the sight of him.
"We don't have time for this. We are going to be late for the opening." Missy said, trying to distract him from the path he was taking, pressing her hands on top of his shoulders.
"Maybe if your a good boy, I'll let you fix those spots later." a devilish giggle followed by a deep breath as she backed up pulling the shower curtain aside. Legs that just ached with desire, she gazed back at him. Oh how she wanted him, completely hard just standing there, waiting for her.
"Mmm, silk over steel." she thought to herself. "Come on, hurry up!! Take your shower or we will never make it." she said, trying so hard not to look at him.
Rising up off his knees, grabbing up the fluffy, round, spongy thing she'd hung on the shower handle. He squeezed some shower gel into it and pressed it against his hard torso. Across his chest and around his well muscled shoulders, the bubbles began to appear. Eyes just filled with lust, his hands slowly moved as they danced under and around his length, the soap oozing between his fingers.
"I'll be ready, when you are." Dave laughed, and she knew he wasn't talking about the party.
Standing in front of the closet, Missy dropped the towel at her feet. She slipped into a long, black dress, the beautiful and soft indent of her spine went straight down within inches above her crease. The back of the dress exposed soft skin as the rest held the curves of her body. Enjoying the heat of her skin, she pulled the straps of her dress up with the cooled material sliding over her bare breasts. Black strapped sandals slid under her toes as she stood in front of the mirror, taking one last look while gazing at her pink skin, still rich in color from the hot water of the shower.
Releasing the clip in her hair, long brown curls fell to her shoulders. A couple passes over her open lips with some gloss and they began to shine back at her in the mirror. Grabbing her small purse off the hook next to the mirror, she sat down on the bed, pulling the sandal straps over her heels.
"Come on. Geez, you take longer than I do!" she chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." his voice came from the bathroom.
A few moments passed and then Dave appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. Leaning against the door frame with a smile which stunned her body from moving. A clean shave and gel smeared into his hair.
"It's about time!" she smiled wildly at him, loving that fresh showered look.
The faint smell of his cologne crept into the air as he began to walk toward her. "All I need to do now is jump into my clothes." his wicked smile still there as though she'd never left the shower.
Kneeling at her feet, his hands slowly slid up into her dress. "I just need to figure out what I am going to wear." Dave spoke softly, uncrossing her legs while kissing at the tops of her thighs.
The palms of his hands slid between them, easing them apart, just to the inside of her knees. Cool blown air was felt as it tickled at her heated skin. Gazing down at him, she watched his open mouth. Almost feeling paralyzed, Dave brushed his tongue against the inside of her thigh.
"Dave, umm... " as she attempted to try again." Dave, we have to go. You told Rick you'd be there." feeling the need to shut her eyes. A small heated sigh passed between her parted lips.
"Yes, and we won't miss it. " Dave said, looking up with a torturing smile.
The power he had over her, was unmeasurable. "One kiss, just one, and I won't be able to say no." she thought.
Rising in front of her, Dave leaned just a little toward her open lips, Missy quickly turned her cheek to the side. "Go! Go on, go get dressed." she giggled under her breath, pointing to the chair where his clothes laid.
"We will finish this later." he said with a wicked grin.
Arriving a little after eight, a line of about ten people still stood out in front of the double doors to the gallery. Dave grabbed the invitation off the dash of his truck and they walked toward the front door. At the bottom of the steps, a man in a tux stood with his arm extended out.
"Invitation?" he said with a smile.
"Yes, we do." Dave said, handing it too him.
"Right this way." as he ushered them in past the line of people.
The already thick crowd of people stood in front of many different pieces of art that hung from the walls. Some paintings as tall as the ceiling, Missy looked at the double doors and wondered how they managed to get them through the front door of the gallery.
"I'll get us some drinks." Dave said as he smiled, his hand slipping away from the small of her back.
