tired Monday

The meeting cancelled. A call to head back to the office. 
Monday. 
A strange mix of frustration and tiredness.
He needed to indulge.
Taking the plunge....the phone call. She picked up. He didn't expect it.
Listening....
"U alone? Can i..."
"Yes." she answered.

His body numb. Tired.

A knock on the door.

Shock.

"Come." she said ....standing in a one piece body hugging teddy, door opened wide, barefooted.
As he stepped in and the door shut behind him, turning toward her, she stood on her tippy-toe and pressed herself into him.
So familiar. So comforting. So appealing.


They were in sync.
No words.
She led him to the shower. Began to undress him.
" u don't mind." she said, rather a statement than question.
He didn't care that his clothes lay in a heap on the floor.
The water on. Warmed. Her teddy off.
He stood dumbfounded.
She stepped in first. He followed.
And......that was it.

She began to kiss him.....lathering him.....closing in on him....slipping and sliding from the soap.....pressing her against the walls......hitching her one leg round him....pressing himself into her.

His phone rang....over and over....meeting had been rescheduled....he found out an hour later.
The fatigue didn't feature.

 His excuse for being out of reach......who cared.

His mind rested. His face smiling. His penis still throbbing.

RB.