From Connecticut

Nora and I placed our hand luggage on the entrance road with excitement we started dancing not minding where we were. The BMW's engine buzzing softly in the background, but we thought, the music was still on . Over the weekend, we have been doing dance rehearsal, practicing our dance moves for the upcoming three weeks trip in California. The loud songs and preparation drove our parents crazy.

While dancing, Nora younger brother who is fifteen years of age came running towards us, I could hear his footsteps heavy and sharp, but we did not pay attention. We were carried away with excitement.

"Shotgun!" Samwel shouted, running to his dad's car. He forcefully pulled open the back seat of the car, then he gazed at us challengingly, daring at us to argue.

We stared at each other and burst out an uncontrollable laughter. Nora and I grabbed one of his hands, forcing him to come and join our freestyle dance.

Squirming and protesting to get free from our hands, "Daddy did you hear when I said shotgun? I believe you did!" His voice was full of excitement but Still struggling to get free from our holds.

"Yes Samwel, I did hear you," Mr Fred said while laughing at his son. He has a soft gentle and manly voice.

I stopped dancing for a second. Mr Fred sudden approach surprised me, and Samwel manage to break free from my grip.

I have be preparing myself for this moment, since this trip was planned. I have been crushing on Mr Fred for a long time. I have day dream about this moment, seeing him again and being with him. I have prepared to be in his presence for three weeks, twenty one days, should I say five hundred and four hours... Oh god. Thirty thousand, two hundred and forty minutes.

And now, I have started counting, One minute gone

Here we go.

His appearance has change from the last time I saw him, longer straight hair with some strands of gray at the side of his head. I also noticed he had trimmed his white than dark beard off his jaw, giving him a unique look. I tried getting closer to him to look directly into his eyes but I could not but his first impression was that he seems tired.- like he was emotional carrying a weight of something.

I quickly observed and took memories of every detail about him from later study. He was putting on a pair of blue denim trousers, a grey t-shirt with a pair of fancy black sandals, which made him look more relaxed, then when he is on his usual business suit, looking so serious .

My friend Nora ran to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him time to coordinate himself. "Daddy are you okay?," she asked, observing how he looked at her.

He placed his hands on her shoulder, "Sweetie, I am super fine but a little bit exhausted."

Seeing my crush, my feet became weak, my mouth became dry, I was also already sweating on my palms. I quickly rub my palms against my gown. Hoping and praying my voice would not disgrace me, so I silently cleared my throat, adjust my short skimpy gown and walk to where we was standing.

"Good morning Mr. Fred." I greeted.

Oh goodness, I did it. That was not bad at all. I spoke like a human..lol. I know you would not comprehend, when you are in front of your crush, you tend to loose composure.

Now I did realize I have missed him so bad. Mr Fred and his ex wife had a misunderstanding, so they had to go their separate ways. After he divorce, Nora had to move in with her mother. We never stopped being friend. Her dad stopped coming over her mum's place to visit. I stylishly ask her about her daddy whenever I go visiting her.

The last time I saw her dad was a month ago, when he came to pick her up from school . That was when I saw him, but at night, he comes visit me in my dream, we do have crazy sex.

I remember vividly, in my dream , I was in his office.

He came closer to me, lean in and kissed me.

I was so surprised to react but allowed him to continue.

Some moment later, I became weak in my knees. His hands on my waist and he drew me closer to himself. His tongue on my lips and parting them.

Both hands went down to my butt and he dragged my butt so hard.

" No Mr. Fred, please stop," I sighed as I pushed him away.

"Aryra why the rejection?" He asked with a seductive voice and he arched one of his brows.

"We are in your office!" I hissed

"Does it matter, no one will hear us," he answered as he nuzzles my neck. My legs were shaking.

"I want you to have something from me, something special."

I tried to imagine what is the special thing he has for me, and he started brushing his lips against my ear. I was about to fall, I was so turned on.

"You are at work," I said again. "Someone can just walk in into your office."

He went to the door, and click the lock botton.

"Anyone can knock on the door!" I say.

He took a post it note and wrote on it, I am busy - DO NOT DISTURB.

He went to the door, opened it and posted it on the entrance of his office door and lock the door.

He looked at me with a silly smile and asked, "Any other thing you need me to do?"

"Mr. Fred, this is kinda crazy." I said quietly.

"Aryra, yes it is crazy as I am crazy in love with you," he say.

"Yes...?"

"What is the special thing you have for me?" I asked. As he kissed me again, his mouth fully on my mouth.

Oh man.

My body went slack in his arms as he kissed me.

He placed his hands on my ass again, and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his thick dick but it was not hard in his trousers... It seems it was getting harder.

"We can not do this here," I groaned as he pulled on my hair, exposing my throat to kissed me.

"You are so right, we should not do this here," he said as he kissed down to my shoulder, then to my butt area.