"Sweet Valerie..." I whispered, inhaling the scent in her dark brunette hair. She was lying to my left, curled up with her head resting on my left shoulder. Her legs were entwined around mine. I was lying flat on my back reaching behind her to hold her butt and occasionally slide my right hand up her smooth back. I glanced around the room. On a very ornate nightstand next to the bed I spied a small digital clock that read 2:09pm. We had been asleep until about 11 this morning, so our playtime had taken up the better part of three hours.
I grinned thinking of my genius asking Valerie out. Then I thought of the bucket of ice cream on the floor.... Very carefully I slipped loose from Val and covered her with the fluffy comforter, trying not to wake her as I did. I stepped around the Japanese screen and there was the bucket, spoon sticking out, marooned in the center of the floor. I padded lightly to it and looked in. It was melting but not completely gone as yet. Lifting it I stepped to the freezer unit and quietly replaced the bucket with the lid tightly covering it. Now I was holding a sticky wooden spoon in my right hand. Not seeing a sink, I headed for the stairs.
Once above, I located the kitchen easily and rinsed the spoon... left it in the sink. I got nosey then. I looked around the three rooms I could see from where I was and saw that Valerie was a very neat and orderly lady. Almost too ordered. On the wall in the dining area was a photo of Val and a handsome man wearing a somewhat goofy looking pirates' cap. He was smiling and holding what looked to be a cocktail of some kind in his right hand. Valerie was not smiling. She was looking to the right of the camera and had a look of exasperation on her face... impatience, even fear.
"That's Howard... my ex...." said Val. I was startled and looked quickly toward the sound. Val was standing at the top of the stairs smiling and looking at me. My breath caught again seeing her. She had slipped back into her jeans, but did not have them fastened... zipper down. She wore no top at all. "He and I were in Florida for a week... had that picture taken at a club."
"How long were you married?" I asked as gently as I could.
"Two glorious years..." Val replied flatly, "glad that's over..." She walked to the sink then and said nothing more, only took a glass from the cupboard and poured herself some orange juice from the fridge. "Want some..?" she offered her glass and stepped toward me. I took a sip and handed it back to her. "I'm gonna make a little lunch... are you hungry?"
"I could eat a horse... with ice cream..." Val smiled her wicked smile and turned to the kitchen hitching up her jeans.
After watching a topless Valerie prepare two very light and tasty salads for our lunch, she and I sat at her dining table silently for a few minutes.
"I'm gonna get a shower..." she declared, "something sticky on me..." she said with that smile. After rinsing our plates she turned and started down the hallway. "Coming with..?"
I nearly sprinted down the hall....
We stood under streaming hot water, facing each other, arms wrapped around one another, kissing sloppily. Vals' body was wet and slick against mine. She turned around and picked up the soap bar to begin sudsing. I reached around her and pulled her back against me... my hardon fitting nicely between her wet buns. I took the soap from her hands and began to glide the bar in gentle circular motions on her tummy. Up to her breasts, back to her tummy... lower to her thighs. Val had tied her hair on top of her head and I sucked gently on her nape watching over her shoulder as my hands slid in bubbly trails along the outsides of her womanly hips.
"Mmmmmmm... god you're a beautiful woman Valerie... sooo beautiful..." I said low into her ear, nibbling the lobe and kissing lightly. We took turns soaping each other and scrubbing and rinsing, then shut off the water and began to dry each other as well. I could not keep my hands off this gorgeous girl!
Val let her hair loose and shook her head a bit to allow it to dry at the ends and around her face.
"Let me brush your hair, Val..." I said, half asking, half begging. Her eyes lit up, "Are you serious..?" she said. "I'd love that!" We hung our towels and walked into her bedroom holding hands. Val arranged several large pillows on the floor at the end of the bed upon which she finally sat with her back to me, sitting on the foot of the bed. I began to brush snarls from her hair.
