His calloused hand caresses her leg just barely as it follows the curve of her inner thigh, slowly but surely. The index finger glides further up till it reaches her wet center and finds her folds before pausing. She can sense that he is hesitant, but she ushers him forward with a smile while staring into his ocean blue eyes. Taking his hand, she urges him on and as soon as she feels his large finger enter her, she awakens.
"Shit!" Kaitlyn exclaims as she wipes the sleep out of her eyes. She finds herself wondering why she always has these dreams, but they never finish. Usually, she gets farther along though and sometimes they even feel like they are real.
Getting up, she realizes what time it is. "Damn it! I am so late." She mutters to herself as she tries to unwrap her legs from the crisp Egyptian cotton sheets. The one treat that she allowed herself a few months ago when she was feeling depressed.
Her boyfriend at the time had just dumped her after she found out he had been cheating on her. So, she decided to go to Branigan's and get them. They certainly were a bit pricey for her budget, but 'what the hell." She figured. After all, she had just lost what she thought at the time was the "love of her life".
Slipping out from under them, she rushes to get dressed and skips a shower. However, before running out the door she grabs a cup of cold coffee and a stale donut. When she gets to her vehicle, she deposits her donut and coffee cup on top of the car and shoves her hand into her pocket to find her keys.
She plucks them out and almost drops them on the ground. "Just my luck." She murmurs to herself as she unlocks the car and nearly forgets her donut and coffee perched precariously on the roof. As she buckles up and starts the car, she takes a sip and almost throws up. Funny, she didn't remember the coffee tasting this bad yesterday.
Driving down the road, she opens her window and pours it out, just narrowly missing the cop car sitting in the nearest driveway as she passes. When she hears it pulling up behind her with its siren blazing, she realizes that she was speeding. "Wow. What else can happen this morning?" She mutters as she rolls her eyes and pulls over to stop.
A member of Midland, Michigan's finest walks up to her open window and asks, "Ma'am, did you know you were going 10 over the speed limit?" She looks at him for a second and notices that he is cute.
Scanning his body, she decides that on a scale of 1 to 10, he is a 8 and a half with his long chestnut colored hair and his fair skin that has a hint of a summer tan starting. His body for a taller man is stacked and his blue eyes are the bomb. She can't really see the rest of him because the uniform doesn't fit him well.
Glancing back up, blue eyes look down at her expectantly and her mouth opens but no words come out. Instead, she starts to cry and turns away to hide the tears. He puts his hand on her shoulder softly and says quietly, "Are you ok? It's really not that bad."
She turns to face him head on, and through the tears she manages to say, "I have already had a bad morning. I woke up late because my alarm didn't go off, and now I am late for work. My boss is going to fire me as soon as I walk through the door." Batting her lashes she continues, 'Officer, I'm sorry I wasn't paying as much attention to my speed as I should have."
He looks down at her gently and smiles. "Ma'am, I am willing to forget I saw you this morning if you put a smile on that face of yours and cheer up. I am sure it's not as bad as you think. After all, you met me."
"Actually, it's just another day in a sequence of bad days that I have been having. Seems my luck has been having a bit of a slump lately, but your kindness has shown me that not all men our complete assholes." She says while her lips hint at a smile.
Glancing out the front window, she notices that it's about to rain. "Just my luck! It looks as if it is just about to downpour." She shuts her mouth before he decides to change his mind.
He gets an idea when he looks her up and down and notices how beautiful she is, because her pale skin with long blonde hair and friendly hazel eyes makes him want to crawl in the backseat with her. While he gazes at her, he thinks to himself, 'She looks to be only 5 and a half foot tall. She might fit in the backseat easily and then we can see if her ample cleavage is as soft as my pillow is."
"Ma'am what's your name if I may ask?" He stares at her with his kind blue eyes and then glances off in the distance to the lightning.
"My name is Kaitlyn Randall. Do I need to give you my license and registration?" He turns back to her and admits to himself that he can't stop thinking about climbing in right now and finding out if he is right after all.
"No, Kaitlyn. I just want to ask you for your phone number. My name is Jon." He offers his hand to shake and continues while smiling, 'It's nice to meet you." Starting to blush, he hopes she gives it to him.
"Sure. Can I get your number and then I will text you quick? You can pull it off that and save it in your contacts." She waits for him to respond.
"Yeah, no problem.
As he gives it to her, she types it in and texts 'hi" on a message and then hits send. His face lights up when his phone starts buzzing away. Grabbing it quickly before the lightning strikes again, he types back 'hi" and sends.
"Awesome. Thanks, Kaitlyn, for the number. Do you mind if I text you later for a date this weekend?" He looks extremely uncomfortable as he awaits her answer.
"Yeah, no problem. I look forward to it, but are you going to give me a ticket? If not, you might want to hurry because it looks like it is about to get seriously dangerous out there."
He looks up at the lightning and then at her. "Of course not. I couldn't give you a ticket after the morning you have had. Just consider this a warning and please be more careful." He smiles from ear to ear and then nods goodbye.
She licks her lips and sighs before replying, "Thank you so much. This day is starting to look up after all. It's not every day I have a good-looking guy stop me, then ask for my phone number after not giving me a ticket. Thank you so much again."
"No problem there. I just ask that you get back to me tonight, ok?" Waiting for her to answer, he starts to pace, and then when she agrees to it, he smiles at her.
Nodding to her, he runs back to his vehicle when the lightning hits dangerously close. Feeling relieved that he is gone and excited somewhat that he asked her for her number, she sits up in her seat and then starts the car. Waving as he pulls out and passes her by, she sits there for a moment to collect herself before pulling back into traffic. By the time she makes it into work, she is a full two hours late and she quietly walks to her desk.
"Ms. Randall, we seem to have a problem communicating. May I see you in my office?" Mr. Cohen asks as he stops and looks disapprovingly at her.
"Yes, sir. Just let me put my things in my drawer first please."
She starts to open her drawer when he turns and informs her "It's not necessary, you won't be staying. Now please follow me to my office." At that moment she knows she is done, so she follows him to his office where she promptly sits down in one of his leather chairs.
"Now, Ms. Randall. As you well know, I have told you repeatedly to not be late. Today is the last straw and I don't want to hear excuses. I am giving you your last check and severance package. Please take these and find your way out of the building after collecting your things from your desk." He hands her an envelope.
She sits there with a blank expression on her face as she panics. "Ms. Randall, did you hear me? We are all done now, you may leave."
She looks up to see a smirk on his face. When his ugly grin leaves a bad taste in her mouth, she nearly says something but decides better of it. "Thank you, Mr. Cohen. It was nice to work under you." At that, she stands up and exits the room.
Back at her desk, she collects her belongings and then says goodbye to her coworkers. "Janet, I will really miss you. You made working here a fun experience for me. I am just sorry that we didn't get to know each other more. Perhaps sometimes you can call me, and we can hang out." Kaitlyn rests her hand on Janet's shoulder and then she turns around and gives Kaitlyn a hug. After tears form in her eyes, she reciprocates the hug and says goodbye.
