Memory...

Finally, the day was coming to an end.

 

Standing outside the truck he took his jacket off, removed his cell phone from the pocket then placed the jacket inside the truck.

He slid behind the steering wheel, loosened his tie and started a quick text to her at his place, twenty minutes away.

His text: "heading that way"

Her text: "waiting with drink in hand"

He tossed his cell in the seat, loosened his tie, fastened the seat belt and started the drive home.

His day started early with back to back meetings, a luncheon at noon another afternoon meeting that was over just in time for his last appointment over dinner.  Mentally he was tired.  He was ready to make it home and relax.

She smiled as she heard his truck coming up the drive.  Carefully stirring his drink she watched as he came onto the deck, pulling his tie through the crisp collar of his shirt.  She stepped to the French doors and opened them. 

She offered his drink to him in one hand and took his jacket and tie with the other.  He bent down,  kissed her on her forehead and whispered , "Nice shirt." 

Removing his hat and placing on the hat rack, he watched her as she placed his jacket and tie over the back of a chair.

Her legs were rocking his shirt.  The light blue shirt was to her knees, sleeves rolled up and  her hair atop her head in a sexy, messy ponytail.

She sat in the middle of the sofa and watched him as he flipped through the mail at the bar, then he emptied his pockets there as usual.  She pat her hand on the empty spot beside her and asked him to come sit for a few minutes.

He placed his drink on the bar just long enough to pull his shirt free from his jeans, then he joined her.  She sat sideways facing him, pulling her legs to her body.  He placed his hand on her leg and asked what she had managed to do all day to keep herself busy while he was out.

to be continued ...