My Lighthouse

Coming home

Sheila looked at her watch. Hmm almost eight thirty. She picked up the remote control and put on the telli. She scrolled down on her telephone screen until she saw the name she was searching for and pushed "connect". Hi Sheila! She heard Gillian's happy voice on the other side of the phone. Ready for it sweetie? Sheila laughed. Just wanted to ask you the same.

At eight thirty there would be a special broadcast, about the Westlife tour in Sweden. Nicky had texted it to Gina and she had told the rest of the girls. Mark hadn't made any effort to tell her, probably because he didn't even know. Sheila knew when Mark was tired, there was little that interested him. He had a kind of automatic pilot who helped him through the day, otherwise he would fall apart according to his "energy label".

Sheila giggled, when she thought about how Gillian would be sitting in front of the telli watching her favorite Westlife member. In jogging trousers, her favorite pink skinny shirt with spaghetti straps, chips and a good glass of white wine, as if she was going to watch an exciting movie. Sheila on the other hand, looked completely the opposite after she had been out with an old school friend, who she met the other day. Jeany had surprised her with a stylish and very tasteful lunch at Markree Castle in Collooney county Sligo. It had been a welcome distraction, after she kept on walking around the house nervously, without getting anything done for a week. Knowing Mark would be coming home on Saturday, had upset her whole weekly rhythm.

"Did it start already?" Sheila asked, while she walked towards the kitchen with the phone in her hand and one headphone in her ear. "No not yet. You still have time to get your Martini." Gillian heard Sheila grinning. "Knowing me that well, huh?" Sheila smirked "Just don't forget your ice cubes to cool down sweetie, when you see your man wiggling around on that stage." "Oh girl, shut up!" Sheila laughed. "How hot are you, there on that couch of yours?" "Sheila!" Gillian blushed, even though she knew Sheila couldn't see her. "I know, you had to mis him longer than I did. But believe me, I wished I didn't needed him that badly, back then." Gillian took a deep breath. "I am sorry. You're right." They both silenced. Gillian could hear Sheila putting the glass on the kitchen sink, pouring herself a drink. She smiled when she heard the ice cubes falling into the glass. "Good girl", Gillian said softly. The music started and Gillian screamed louder than she meant to, "they're on! Get your ass on that couch girl!" "All right, all right, I will. I am going to hang up now. Don't enjoy yourself to much, okay? Tomorrow you will have the original in your bed", Sheila said with a sensual voice. "Oh fuck you!" She heard Gillian saying out loud and she hung up. Sheila knew her friend well enough to know, that she would be laughing about her remark, while she put a chip between her lips and grabbed her glass of wine of the table.

While thinking about Gillian, she didn't watch what she was doing and spoiled some Martini over her fingers. Oh shit, what am I doing? I am getting upset already and he isn't even home yet. She looked at her silk blouse, but happily concluded there was nothing spoiled on there. She licked her fingers and wanted to take her glass up again, when she heard a tired but sensual voice saying, how I would love to lick your fingers or any part of your body, for that matter. Sheila screamed while her glass fell on the floor in a thousand pieces. She immediately turned around and saw Mark leaning against the door. His eyes followed her body from her black high heels, up to her tight leather skirt, her skinny-bodystocking and her see through silk blouse. Mark! Sheila yelled and throw herself into his arms. Her lips softly touched his and she could taste a salty and herb mixture of whiskey and nuts, which he probably got on the plain on his way home. His tongue searched his way into her mouth as his hand lay in her neck to pull her close. Sheila moaned and pushed her body against his. It's so good to home, he whispered.

His hand went down over her leather skirt and as he put his head slightly backwards he frowned and asked, Why are looking so damn hot, the day before I should come home? Sheila looked up at him from under her eyelashes and said, don't you trust me? His hand found the end of her skirt and he gently stroke her leg up to her thighs. Well? His lips almost touched hers and she felt his warm breath against her skin. I went for lunch with a friend, Sheila answered with a hoarse voice. She had a naughty smile on her face, while she said "with a friend" . This way he still didn't know if it had been a man or a woman. Mark pushed his whole hand against her soft spot and he saw Sheila closing her eyes while she started panting. You're still hungry enough for me baby? You asshole, Sheila moaned. And she softly pushed herself away from him.

Mark smiled, but Sheila wasn't amused at all. "That sounds cheesy, even for you" and she turned around to clean up the mess she had made. Mark watched her bend over in her tight leather skirt and couldn't ignore what the look of that did to him. But although he had wanted to surprise her, by coming home early, he had upset her now. "You know what, sweetie?" Mark said with his friendliest voice. I will take a shower first and we start all over again, okay? Maybe, Sheila whispered and felt tears coming up.

Gladly Mark had already left the kitchen and she heard him walking up the stairs. She suddenly realized that the lingerie set, which she had especially bought for this occasion, was still spread out over her side of the bed. Oh well, by the time he was ready showering, she had already taken it away and he would probably be sleeping as soon as he saw the bed. Sheila knew how exhausted they always were when they came home. Their battery got filled every single day when they were on tour. But as longer as the tour lasted, the slower the battery got refilled.

When she was finished , Sheila took two glasses from the shelves and filled one with Martine and the other with Mark's favorite whiskey. She smiled and promised herself not to nag about it anymore. Although she had have another welcoming party in mind, this would do too. She let the ice cubes fall into the glasses and took them inside. Mark was just coming down the stairs with only his jogging pants on and a white towel around his neck. His hair was still moist of the shower. This isn't fair, Sheila tried to say as serious as possible. He walked around the couch and rapped his arm around her waist to pull her close. What isn't fair sweetie? Aren't you glad I am home again?

Sheila put her hand against his hairy chest and slowly stroke it. Oh yes, I am very glad you're home and she let her hands glide around his neck, while pulling him close to passionately kiss him. Mark stopped kissing her as soon as he heard himself sing on the television. He looked aside and grinned. Was this meant to get you in the mood for tomorrow? And you had the intention of wearing the lingerie laying on your bed? Sheila blushed and her heart started beating like crazy. Mark felt her body tighten and to loosen her up a bit, he pushed her down onto the couch and sat next to her. He took his whiskey from the salon table and reached her her glass. Sláinte sweetie and he carefully pushed his glass against hers. Sheila looked at him over the edge of her glass, while she nipped of her Martini. He looked back at her with hungry but tired eyes and Sheila doubted if it wasn't better to just go asleep and see what the next day will bring them.

Though Mark decided differently. He pushed himself into the corner of the couch and pulled Sheila against his naked chest. With one arm around her, he held her close to him and with the other he slowly drank his whiskey. Her long blond hair tickled his naked hairy chest and Mark had to try his best to focus on their concert on the telli. Were you satisfied about this one? Sheila carefully asked him, when she heard them sing a few notes of key. Mark grinned. He wouldn't except any criticism from anyone, but Sheila wasn't just anyone. She heard when they went wrong. It was okay, Mark whispered with his lips almost against her ear. We were tired, but satisfied afterward. Although we couldn't wait to go home, to be honest. Sheila tried to focus on the telli again, but his warm breath along her ear made it impossible to focus on anything else but him.

Mark explained to her, how they could have convinced Louis to let them go home as soon as their last performance was over, while his hand tried to open button for button of her white silk blouse. She lost the meaning of his words at the first sentence already, when she felt his fingers moving over her shirt. He drank his last whiskey in one gulp and put his glass quickly onto the table, while his both hands started to unbutton her blouse now. Sheila closed her eyes when she felled his hand glide into her blouse, finding her soft well-shaped breasts. Mark moaned when her smooth and willing body started to crawl under the touch of his hands. His manliness started tabbing against her bottom. Sheila realized he was tired, but not that tired.......