“Typical,” she typed into her pc. “You can never depend on things to happen a planned. The movers were supposed to be here an hour ago!”
Kaylie looked around the living room at the piles of boxes, stacked five high, the odds and ends that still needed to be packed, the carpet that she had yet to clean and the bag of trash in the corner. The home was a five bedroom, two-bath ranch house. It had been a challenge to keep clean and now, a bigger challenge to leave. There was just too much stuff!
“God! I hate moving!” Her sigh and the rattle of the keyboard were the only sounds in the room.
A knock interrupted her instant messenger to her friend three states away. “Finally!” she said to herself. She answered the door to find a tall man in his mid fifties in a blue movers uniform. His eyes were blue and his salt and pepper hair was neatly trimmed giving him a distinguished air about him.
He smiled a very warm smile as he extended his hand. “I am Jordan. Terribly sorry, ma’am to be so late. The first job this morning took a bit longer than expected.”
Behind him was a second person, a bit shorter and almost lithe in his movements.
“This is my partner, Larry.” Kaylie looked this featherweight up and down and had to refrain from rolling her eyes. How was this little man going to move her furniture?
She directed the two men into the living room. She explained that she was not done packing, but that the bedrooms were ready, with the exception of the master bedroom.
“It has just been a mess. I hate moving and am so disorganized,” she said in a deflated voice.
“That’s okay, ma’am,” Jordan replied. “I can help you in here and Larry can get started with the other rooms, if you like.”
The deep timbre of his voice had a soothing effect on Kaylie’s anxiety. She nodded her acquiesance and showed Larry to the upstairs bedrooms. Kaylie descended the stairs, unconsciously wiping a wisp of hair from her forehead and smoothing her shorts and t-shirt. She was a leggy redhead with a few freckles and at 40 years old, everything that used to be pert and perky had started to succumb to gravity. Even so, her body, although a bit thicker than when she was 25, was in far better shape than most women half her age.
She noticed Jordan packing the books that were in stacks around the computer desk.
“Oh no, “ she said. She hurried to the keyboard after she realized she hadn’t told her on line friend where she was going.
She found a message there that said, “You need a full body massage and a good fuck. LOL and ~wink~”
She giggled and whispered allowed, “He is so right.”
Kaylie felt a hand upon her arm and looked up to find Jordan standing there. Evident by the look in his eyes, she could tell he had read the last message.
“I can help with the massage, ma’am,” he offered. His eyes twinkled as he spoke. While Kaylie considered an appropriate reply, she felt his hands at the back of her neck. He grasped and needed the muscles in her shoulders and she leaned her head forward.
“How is that?” he asked, in husky tones.
She rolled her head on her shoulders and softly said, “Wonderful.”
His hands continued massaging the tense muscles and moved down her arms. She could feel the tension flowing from her body as his large hands worked their magic. She raised one of her hands to her neck and laid her head to the side.
Jordan leaned forward, close to her ear and whispered, “I could give you a proper massage if you weren’t sitting in the chair.” She nodded slowly and stood up. She felt something far more than relaxing as she stood and he pulled her nearer to him. She looked up at him and felt a need to be held. His clouded eyes searched hers as his hands remained on her arms. “That massage, where to?” She tried to seem apathetic to the electricity between them, but a tremble in her voice defied her effort.
“Here is fine, for now,” Jordan smiled. Both hands touched her face. With delicate movements that were light as a butterfly's touch, he explored her face. “A total body massage must include the face and temples.”
Jordan was finding it difficult to remain aloof to her natural sensuality. He felt a stirring in his loins as his mind reeled with the images that assaulted his psyche, all of them involving a very sexy redhead.
Little did he know, that a touch to her face was instant arousal for Kaylie. She closed her eyes and absorbed the heat of his touch, feeling a heat building within her. She reached out to him to steady herself, placing her hands upon his waist. His hands slid into her hair, massaging her scalp as his hands moved behind her head. She laid her head back in his hands and fantasized that there were lips, hot and moist placed upon her neck.
Then, she realized, it was no fantasy. Jordan’s tongue and lips were tasting her smooth, silken skin. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his cologne, her body reacting to his kiss as she felt a dampness developing between her legs.
Her hands slid around his waist and she slipped a hand into his waistband, pulling him closer to her until their bodies were pressed against one another.
“We shouldn’t…, “ her sentence trailed off. He placed his hand on either side of her face and raised her eyes to look at him, his eyes searching, looking for an answer.
She pulled away from him, shaking her head as if to clear it.