Daily Archives: 16/01/2013

#WickedWednesday: Lunchtime Quickie

Prompt 33: Afternoon Delight

Gonna find my baby, gonna hold him tight
gonna grab some afternoon delight.
My motto’s always been; when it’s right, it’s right.
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.
When everything’s a little clearer in the light of day.
And you know the night is always gonna be there any way.

It’s lunchtime, and I impulsively decide to walk home from work. It’s a beautiful day – mid-spring, flowers everywhere. I can feel my mood and my libido rising with every step.

The Boyfriend (now known as SilverHubby) is at home in my bed. He’s had a long night, so he said he’d go back to sleep after I left for work this morning. Now I intend to surprise him. I imagine removing my clothes in the lounge and then slipping between the sheets, waking him up with my touches and my lips. Perhaps I’ll roll him onto his back and crawl on top. (I was still capable of cowgirl in those days.)

My fantasy is nearing completion, and I am about as aroused as it’s decent for a woman to be in public when I reach the front door. I take out the key and slide it quietly into the first lock. It’s a big and noisy one, so I try to be as silent  as I can as I turn the key. The second lock is next, and I push the key into the hole ever so carefully. I turn the key.

The key doesn’t turn.

I bite back a swear. I know exactly what has happened. When The Boyfriend closed the door behind me this morning, he flipped the extra security latch on the inside out of habit. It’s an excellent safety bonus when everyone is at home. Less useful when one member of the household is outside waiting to get in.

I have to resort to ringing the bell. He answers the door blearily, expecting a parcel to sign for. Instead, he gets me.

“Why did you ring the bell?”

“You locked me out. I was going to surprise you.”

“You did,” he says, and pulls me into his arms.