When Michelle's alarm went off, she woke immediately. Usually it took her a little while to fully transition from sleep to wakefulness, but not today. Today she was going to make love to Raul. Dreamy, perfect Raul. They'd almost done it at her appointment yesterday, but they'd had too much fun with their hands and mouths. She'd dreamed about it all last night, shifting between memories of the day before--the feel of Raul's cock in her hands, the sight of his face as he came, the feel of his hot semen splashing against her breasts and stomach--and fantasies about what she hoped to do with him today. In her dreams, she was on top of him, wrestling with him, trying to guide his long, sweet, cock into her. She awoke from those dreams sweating and wet, gyrating her hips against the bed.

But her massage appointment today wasn't until 5:30, so she had to survive a whole day at the call center first. She stood and walked to the shower. She turned on the water to let it warm, then undressed. She pulled off her negligee, a sweet, sexy thing made of soft lace. She'd bought it after she started seeing Raul. Even though they'd never spent a night together and he'd never seen her in it, just his existence in her life made her feel sexy, made her want to ditch the sweats for something a little more feminine.

Michelle hooked a finger under her bikini-style panties and pulled them down. When she looked inside, she could see a large, dark wet spot. That's what she got for dreaming about Raul all night long. Michelle ran her hands slowly over her body, remembering Raul's touch on her, and imagining what they would do tonight.

The room was beginning to steam, so Michelle stepped into the shower. The water was hot, and it felt good as it pounded away at her. Tonight. It was going to be special. They'd done many things together, but they hadn't had intercourse yet, and Michelle longed for that. She wanted to feel their bodies clasped together, to feel his strong arms around her and his strong cock inside her. And Raul had said that it was going to happen today.

Michelle washed her body slowly, letting her hands linger on herself. She let herself feel the heft of her soapy breasts, feel the smoothness of her wide hips, feel the curve of her stomach. She washed her pussy slowly, enjoying the sensations. Her fingers were so much smaller than Raul's, and she wished that it was his hands on her instead of her own. Then she spread her legs and let the hot water funnel down to warm and rinse her.

Michelle shut the water off, then toweled off. The soft fabric felt good on her. She ran the towel over her belly, her thighs, felt her nipples stiffen as she let it trail over them.

From the bedroom, her phone rang. Michelle tucked the towel around her and hurried out, her hair still dripping. She fumbled through her purse until she found it, then thumbed it on.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Michelle." It was Raul. His voice was quiet, low, like a panther's purr. It never failed to make her heart skip a beat.

"Raul," Michelle said. She tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear. "Hi. What's up? Are we still good for tonight?"

"Let's do something else today," he said. She'd never get tired of listening to that accent. "Call in sick and tell me where you live. I'll pick you up."

Michelle blinked. "Okay," she said. If it meant getting to see Raul sooner, she was all for it. "What are we doing?"

"It's a secret," Raul said. "Wear tennis shoes."

Michelle called her boss and faked a cough, then stood for a while in front of the closet. What went with tennis shoes? Raul was probably expecting jeans, but she still wanted to look nice for him. In the end, she settled on a light cotton sundress--the one with the low neckline.

She went to the kitchen and poured herself a bowl of cereal, but was too keyed up to eat. She was going to see Raul. She stared out her window at the small square of blue sky and stirred her cereal absentmindedly, crunching the flakes against the side of the bowl and turning it all into a milky paste.

Then, all at once, there was a knock at the door. Michelle stumbled to her feet and hurried to the door. She pulled it open. Raul stood there, looking good as ever. Every other time, Michelle had seen him in scrubs--except of course for yesterday, when she'd seen him naked. But today, Raul was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of close-fitting jeans. He filled them out just as well as he filled out his scrubs.

"Good morning, Carina," Raul murmured, and he leaned in to kiss her. His breath was sweet, and his lips were soft. Michelle pushed herself against him, feeling the scratch of his stubble on her cheek. "Are you ready?" Raul continued.

"I don't know," said Michelle, turning around for him. "You tell me. You wouldn't tell me what we were doing, so I didn't know what to wear."

Raul looked at her. "You look beautiful," he said. "And ready."

"How are the shoes?" Michelle asked.

"Are they comfortable?" Raul asked.

"Yeah," Michelle said.

"They'll be fine," Raul said. "Come get in the truck."

Raul led her out down her driveway to a white Chevrolet Silverado. He opened a door for her and held her hand while she climbed in. Then he closed her door and went around to the other side.

"Okay," he said as he started the engine. "Let's get going."

Michelle's heart was pounding as she sat there beside him. She looked over, taking in the curves of his musculature under his shirt, the way his jeans bulged out at the crotch, and she imagined his cock and balls nestled there under the fabric. Where was he taking her and what would they be doing? And most importantly, when were they were going to have sex? She hungered for him.

With any other man, Michelle would have hidden her desire, played coy, dropped hints and tried to attract his interest. But Raul was different. Raul told her to just embrace what she felt, to be real and proud.

"God I'm horny for you," Michelle said. "I dreamed about your cock all night long. I want to feel it inside of me. I want to have sex with you."

Raul glanced over at her with a smile. "All night?" he asked. "I hope you still have energy. We will make love."

"But today, right?" Michelle asked. Raul had put her off before, had fingered her or given her oral instead of just doing her. And it had always been good. Michelle had loved it. But she still didn't think she could wait any longer.

"Oh yes," Raul said. "Today, yes." He looked over at her with dark, dark eyes. "I dream of you too. There's only so long I can wait myself."