Joe woke around 3am. Sue was sleeping soundly. He smiled to see her mouth open and a slight snore coming from her, knowing she would be mortified that he saw her like this. He curled up and went back to sleep listening to the soft snore of the beautiful women beside him.
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I woke up and stretched. The alarm clock on the nightstand said 6am. Joe lay on his back with his forearm over his forehead. He looked so peaceful. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. I noticed his eyes moving under his eyelids and knew he was deep into REM sleep, the deep state. Every now and then his facial expression changed and he moved. He was dreaming. When his mouth opened, I held steady to not disturb him.
"ser...e...naaaa." He mumbled in his sleep.
I wasn't angry; I was caught off guard. Although Serena was dead, it is obvious he still thought of her, in his subconscious mind. It made me a little sad because I want to be the woman in his mind, and hope that in time I can share that special place with his departed first love.
Carefully I tried to slide from the covers to the edge of the bed. Joe felt my movement and woke, reaching his hand to touch me.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Umm, the little girls room."
"This is my home, it's not a little girls room."
He chuckled when I looked at him, wondering if he was serious or joking. Grabbing my pillow, tossing it at him, I jumped from the bed, laughing on my way to the bathroom.
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Joe watched her walk away. After her initial bolt from his grasp, she walked slow and gracefully to the bathroom. Her nice round ass made his mouth water. He loved women with curves instead of bony thin bodies, and she definitely had some delicious curves. Shaking his head and smiling, he realized how comfortable he was around her and how wonderful it felt.
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I turned on the shower to warm it, while I used the toilet. When I opened the shower door to enter, the steam poured out. Letting the water run over my body, it relaxed and revived me at the same time. I wet my hair and looked for shampoo, but did not see any.
"Joeeee!"
He opened the shower door, wearing a black satin robe. "Yes?"
"Do you have any shampoo?"
He ran his hand over his baldhead and laughed, "I don't need it."
"Oh crap, I didn't think about that."
"I think there is a bottle around here somewhere, let me find it."
He returned in a few minutes with a bottle of shampoo that had a fruity scent to it. I knew it was of feminine origins, but it couldn't have belonged to Serena. She died five years ago. After rinsing my hair, he handed me a towel when he heard the shower turn off. Stepping from the shower with my hair wrapped in the towel, he greeted me with a big bath towel in his hands. I reached for it, but he pulled away. I reached again, thinking he was playing with me.
"Let me dry your body Sue, please."
"Oh ok."
He started at my back and worked downward. Slowly his hands rounded my ass and went down my legs. Moving in front of me, he started at my feet and worked up my front side. He motioned for me to lift my arms to dry them then ran the towel along my underarms and down my ribcage. Moving his hand behind me he dropped the towel from his other hand letting it hang. Reaching between my legs he grabbed the other end and started see sawing the towel, drying between my legs. I lowered my head to his chest, while he continued.
"You're driving me nuts." I whispered to him.
"Good, that's my goal."
He dropped the towel. Picking me up in his arms he carried me to the bed and laid me on it gently and stood back looking at me. Instinctively I covered my body with my arms, feeling vulnerable.
"Let me see you Sue. Your body is beautiful."
"But...
"Shhhh, no buts. I think your body is beautiful and soon you will realize that also."
"But...
"Sue... what did I say?"
"I'm sorry."
"Please move your arms so I can admire your body."
I put my arms to my sides while he stood looking down at me. Like most women I wish I weighed less and have always envied women with taunt, thin bodies. This was hard for me to do, but I did it.
"How do you feel Sue?"
"I feel vulnerable."
"Why?"
"I am not happy with my body."
"Your body is beautiful."
"Perhaps you think so, but I don't."
"What do you think is wrong with your body?"
"I weigh too much."
He smiled, "Baby, you don't weigh too much. I like curves. I like a little bounce."
"Really?"
"Really. Now how do you feel?"
Smiling up at him I answered, "Better."
"Good. Your self-image is a reflection of you. If you are not happy, it shows. I want you to be confident in the knowledge that you are pleasing to me. Do not judge what is beautiful based upon other women. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
"Thank you Joe, you make me feel special."
"I do not make you feel special. You feel special on your own."
"But, your words give me confidence."
"Confidence is strength. Strength is within you, you just don't realize it yet."
"Why do you speak in riddle?"
"To make you think."
"Right now I think I want to kiss you."
"Oh you do, do you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Beg Sue."
"Beg?"
"Yes, beg me to kiss you."