Is this destiny?

~Los Angeles~

Bridgette finished work and was sitting in her office, in a bad mood. Last few days she barely saw Steve. He was always working and staying late in the office. If she didn\'t make an effort to bring him coffee, she would not see him at all. \'If he cared, he would make time for me.\' She sulked by herself. Bridgette knows that Jeff came back to work, but today Steve needed to give him reports and help Jeff out catch up after two days of absence... so he was busy again.

There was a light knock on door of her office and the door opened just enough for Steve\'s head to fit. "Hi!" He had a big smile on. Finally, he finished work and was able to come and see her. Steve was worried that she left for the day. Seeing that she is still there, made him happy.

Bridgette was delighted to see him but did her best not to show it. She narrowed her eyes and pouted her lips.

Steve pressed his lips into a thin line. He shifted his body, which was hidden from her behind the door and in next second Bridgette saw a bouquet of flowers.

"Don\'t think that flowers can fix last few days of you neglecting me." Bridgette complained.

"But it helps..." Steve added to her sentence with a smile. He got inside her office and closed the door behind him.

Seeing him standing like that in front of her with flowers, Bridgette felt her resolve crumbling. "Well... maybe a little bit."

"That\'s a start." His smile widened. "Come, let me feed you. What do you want for dinner?"

Facing his expectant eyes and bright smile, all her defenses crumbled. Bridgette forgot that she was supposed to be angry. She smiled, got her bag and walked out with Steve.

…

After dinner, they went to Bridgette\'s apartment.

As soon as Bridgette closed the door, she found herself surrounded by Steve. His arms pulled her in a tight embrace, and he kissed her. "Ah, Biddy, I missed you so much..."

She dropped her bag on the floor and her hands wrapped around his body. "I missed you too."

Few minutes later, they were sitting on the sofa in her living room, holding each other and exchanging light kisses.

Bridgette was getting anxious. \'Is this it? Is it going to happen now?\' She is aware that it\'s just the two of them. There is no one to interrupt. The mood was getting there. \'Did I lock the front door?\'

Steve felt that Bridgette is trembling. He inched away and looked at her. "Are you OK?" He saw her red cheeks and guessed her thoughts. "We can stop anytime..."

Bridgette leaped and kissed him. She didn\'t want to stop. She wanted him. Bridgette spread her legs and straddled him. Steve pulled her body close and deepened the kiss.

His hands went under her top on her back, keeping her body stuck to his. \'She is so soft!\' Steve could not believe how soft her skin is under his palms. His hands moved to undo her bra.

Bridgette was regretting her clothing choice. \'Why did I wear pants today?\' She moved her hips toward him and shivered when she felt how hard he is. \'Oh, God! I can feel him even through the pants!\' She wanted him badly, and clothes were getting in the way. Bridgette started grinding on him. Her mind was blanking out.

Steve thought that he is going to explode when he felt her grinding. He pulled her top over her head and his lips landed on her neck.

As he kissed and sucked her neck and shoulders, Bridgette moaned and panted. Everything was spinning. Bridgette thought that she is about to faint. "Bedroom..." She panted.

Steve carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. His fingers still fumbled at her back with the buckles on the bra. Finally, after a lot of struggle, he undid her bra and removed it.

At the feeling of her bra leaving her breasts open to air, suddenly Bridgette became self-aware. She was in the office all day, and then went to dinner, and she didn\'t shower since morning. It was a hot day, and she sweated. She can\'t allow Steve to kiss her like that. She squirmed out from under him and covered her breasts with her hands. "I need to shower!" She panicked.

"You are fine." Steve panted and extended his arms to pull her back onto the bed. Even if she is muddy, he would not mind at that point.

Bridgette made a step back, avoiding him. "No, I must shower! It\'s just a minute. Wait here." She rushed into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Steve plopped with his back down on the bed and closed his eyes, breathing heavily. After few breaths, he lifted his head and looked at his hard, throbbing crotch. "It seems we need to wait a bit more." He mumbled.

In the bathroom, Bridgette was doing her best to shower quickly. \'Oh, my God! Oh, my God! It\'s happening!\' She screamed inside her head. Bridgette realized why she wore pants that day. \'I didn\'t shave my legs!\' She can\'t go out like that... she started shaving her legs. \'Oh! My bikini zone is a jungle!\' She gave it a trim. When she was done with shaving and trimming, she applied her body lotion, and got fresh panties on. \'Do I even need these? Which ones should I put on? Nothing too revealing, but not granny-panties either. I don\'t want him to get the wrong idea... What wrong idea? Can it be more wrong than what I am about to do? ... Should I put clothes on? Or a nightgown? Or a bathrobe? Or ...?\'

With all that going on, Bridgette spent quite a long time getting ready.

At the end, she decided on light blue panties with lace details and a silk light blue chemise as her get-out-of-shower look. She checked her hair, everything looked good. Nervously, she got out of the bathroom. \'Good! He is still in bed.\'

Her mix of anxiousness and excitement was washed away with a surprise when she realized that he is sleeping! \'Bloody hell! He slept off!\'

Bridgette exhaled in frustration. \'Serves me right when I take too long to get ready!\' She knows that he worked a lot last few days and didn\'t sleep much. She decided not to wake him up. \'What will I say? Wake up and make love to me? No way... to embarrassing. Well, there is always tomorrow...\'

Bridgette went back in her closet and changed from her silky chemise into a two-piece cotton pajama.. She slowly got into the bed next to Steve, pulled blanket over them and watched his sleeping face for some time before drifting off to sleep.