The Total Sum of Two

His hands slide over your flat stomach, inching their way to your firm breasts.  Shivers wrack your body as his lips follow his hands.  Licking, nipping; his 5’oclock shadow rubbing against your skin with just enough friction to be erotic.  Your hands thread through his soft, full, dark hair, pulling his head up…  Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep  Your hand automatically reaches out from the tangled covers and slams your offending alarm.  Maybe if you leave your eyes closed you can go back to sleep and finish that dream.  Willing isn’t making it happen and after another ten minutes you flop over onto your back in frustration.  Flinging your covers off, you lay there a few more minutes before moaning and feeling like a beached whale as you try to climb out of bed.  Stumbling into the bathroom, you turn the light on and stare in shock.  Wow, there must have been a knock-out, drag-down girl fight before that s*x scene.  One side of your hair is defying gravity, standing straight up.  The other side is arguing with itself; the top trying to poke you in the eye, the bottom headed for lands unknown in the back.  There are creases from your pillow lining one side of your face and the bags under your eyes could carry luggage.  Well s**t!  You mumble as you run your hands through your hair, trying to have it be in at least the same hemisphere.  Your hair in somewhat better disorder. your eyes fall to your body.  A loud sigh escapes as you stare at your non-dream body.  Hands fall to your breasts, trying to raise them back up to a perk, only to have them bounce like bungee jumpers when released.  You roll your eyes and glance to your stomach.  Yup, it’s still there, no disappearing while sleeping.  It’s not a beach ball per say, but it isn’t flat or only slightly round.   You blow your hair out of your face and turn sideways.  Sucking in, you grin, that’s better!  As your breath explodes out, so does your gut.  You look at yourself disdainfully then squish everything towards the front, revealing your hips.  That.  That is what you wish you still were.  You let it go and start the shower, turning away in frustration from the mirror. That body was a lifetime ago it seems.  Back in your twenties when everyone is perky and rounded, if lucky, in the ass.  You’ve tried to keep up, you go to the gym, watch what you eat but fate has it in for you at just over forty.  You’d like to give fate a swift kick the butt, just, how rude. Running out the door you’re juggling; water bottle, cell phone, computer bag, lunch bag, and keys.  As you double items onto one arm, you attempt to grab your keys from your mouth.  Your water bottle slips from the stack and takes a dive.  Letting out a very unladylike grunt you continue to attempt to unlock your car door.  Why didn’t I just replace the damn battery in the remote?!  You berate yourself as little scratches appear next to the key hole.  The click of dress shoes can be heard somewhere behind you; a smart person with a working remote unlocks their car.   Success!  When the key finally fits there is no fist bump in the air or everything else will fall.  You quickly open the door and dump everything onto your seat.  Bending down you search for the renegade water bottle.  You find it, rolled to the middle, underneath your car.  Sighing heavily, you get down on all fours in your skirt, stockings and heels.  You're beginning to curse this day, you should have stayed in bed. As you stretch to reach, it rolls further away.  Not caring who can hear, you let a string of curses fly.  Adjusting to reach further, your skirt rises higher and your knee finds the one jagged rock around you.  You swallow the scream trying to escape from your lips and sit down with a hard thump.  Well, there goes your last pair of nylons.  You look down at the new hole, now oozing with blood.  Another sigh escapes as you hang your head in derision and flip off the offensive, stupid water bottle. You hear a low, masculine chuckle and close your eyes.  No, please no.  You look pleadingly up at the roof of the carport, hoping that God on the other side; is hearing your heartfelt plea.  From the corner of your eye, a shape crouches down next to you.  You close your eyes, dropping your head again, licking your lips and pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in embarrassment.  A low growl comes can be heard and your eyes shoot open, quickly glancing behind you in terror.  That’s all you need today, the nasty neighbor’s dog to be out and on the prowl.  Wouldn’t a dog attack just sum your day up wonderfully?  What have you done to deserve today?  It’s only freaking 9 AM! When there is no dog behind you, you turn to the man crouched by your side.  You start at his knees and work your way up.  A beautiful dark, almost midnight colored suit is paired with an apricot colored shirt.  A dark paisley tie is hanging loosely around an unbuttoned collar.  You swallow as your eyes inch up further to his Adams apple, strong jaw line, and heaven help you, the softest looking kissable lips that no man should possess.  Your heartbeat picks up as you reach liquid brown, smiling eyes.  There’s an eyebrow raised and a smirk now playing on those fabulous lips.  The total picture is just too much.  Damn he's delicious!  Where did he come from and why is he in my complex's carport?  Then he spoke.  His voice deep and a little husky.  “Could I be of some assistance?  You look a little flustered this morning.”  Flustered, that’s a nice way to put it. His smirk has now turned into a full blown smile at the expression on your face.  If you weren’t already sitting, you would have fallen.  Straight, beautiful pearly whites and…dimples!  God help me.  I’m sorry for cursing you this morning, this more than makes up for it.  Thank you, thank you God! He offers you a hand and helps you to your feet with a hand at your back.   Sparks shoot through your shirt.  You look up in apology, “Sorry, I promise I’m drinking my water.  At least I would drink more if it wasn’t under my car.” He gives you a confused look, shakes his head and moves you to lean on the car.  Walking around, he bends down and within seconds is back up with your bottle.  He hands it over, “Your offensive object that seems to have given you such angst this morning”. You take it, looking embarrassed, “Thank you”. Before you can stop him he leans down into your car and moves all of your items to the passenger seat.  Looking up through the door he asks, “Do you have a first aid kit?” “First aid?” He looks pointedly at your knee, then back to your eyes.   The blood has matted your pantyhose to your skin/  Oh, that will be fun to take off; you think but look at him shaking your head. “Don't worry.  I can take care of it; you’ve done enough by rescuing my stray bottle.  I’m sure I’m holding you up from work.  Please, go ahead.” He takes your keys from the seat and sits you down.  Walking three parking spaces over he retrieves a small first aid kit.  You try once more, “Really, it’s nothing.  I can clean up at work, you don’t need to bother.”  Ignoring you, he opens the bag and removes a cotton ball with a small bottle of Bactine.  Removing your high heel. he kneels in front of you, placing your foot on his knee.  Looking up into your eyes he states, “This may sting”, as he sprays it over your cut. You hiss in a breath as he dabs at your knee with the cotton ball.  Picking up your hand, he places it over the cotton ball, holding it in place.  Reaching back into the bag he brings out baby wipes.  You stare in wonder and shock as he starts cleaning the blood from the front of your leg and stockings.  A firm hand on the back of your leg, holding it in place, the thumb beginning to rub back and forth.  His other hand is gently wiping and has you mesmerized with its movements.  You feel like you’ve been transported somewhere, your mind suddenly lost and only focusing on his ministrations.  When he leans down and blows on your leg to help it dry, a zing hits you right in the lady parts.  You inhale, trying to move your leg back but his grip is firm. You swallow audibly but he seems to take no notice, simply continuing to stroke.  As he places a band-aid, he glances up.  Keeping eye contact, he places a kiss on top. You reach over and pinch yourself, hard.  This has to be a dream.  I’ve got to still be dreaming!  Lord if I am I don’t want to wake up, but damn I’m going to be late for work. You c**k your head to the side and eye him suspiciously. “You’re a serial killer aren’t you?” That catches him off guard and he looks at you with a small laugh.  Standing up he mimics your head movement, but adds a twist to his lips. “Possibly, are you referring to deer?” As you shake you head and hold your hand out for your shoe, he continues; “If I were a serial killer, wouldn’t you be in my trunk by now?” You eye his car suspiciously and realize no one else is around.  “Normal guys wouldn’t have offered to help me, let alone bandaged me up.” Raising an eyebrow, he shakes his finger at you, and motions for you to lift your leg.  “Perhaps, I'm not a normal man,” he says with a beautiful smile.  He slides your shoe back on but keeps hold of your foot.  Small circles are being rubbed on your ankle.  “It appears the shoe fits.  Is your name Cinderella?” That finally gets a laugh from you.  Smiling, you reclaim your leg and turn in your seat.  Once you’ve rolled your window down, he shuts the car door, hands remaining. Why not, you think and ask.  “Are you new to the complex?  No gentlemen I know live here.” Smiling warmly he holds out his hand, “5C and you are?”  Smart but nice try, you just smile.  “I’m Sam.  You can call me Sam.”  Giving him a hint, you start your car.  “Thank you again, ‘5C’, I appreciate your help and kindness this morning but I’m going to be seriously late for work.  I'm sure I'll see you again.” He steps back, hands in his pockets, a strange look on his face.  Standing there he watches you drive off.  Looking in your rearview mirror you swear he says, “I will definitely be seeing you...Sam.”