Was It Real Or Was It A Dream?
What had been a large eight-hour candle only a week ago sputtered crackling in it death throes. Misty and Geoff had picked out that candle and several others the last time he was home matching the colors perfectly to the bathroom's deep green and pretty pink décor. It was a passion for both them that everything in their home had to be the perfect maybe not the latest in decorating trends but colors and styles they loved. If it didn't fit their décor plan for the room, it was left in the store no matter how much they liked it. Fortunately they shared very similar tastes in just about everything, but when the buck had to stop it always stopped at Geoff. He had the final word in everything.
The candle's sputtering was sufficient to rouse Misty out of her reverie, looking around the dark room she realized the summer evening's deepening dusk had turned into a truly dark, starless night. The clouds had rolled in right on schedule. Out of the corner of her eye she picked up the first flash of lightening in the distance through the open bedroom door. A visible shiver ran through Misty at the realization of how close she was to being caught in the bathtub by a fast moving thunderstorm. Misty's fear of thunderstorms was a telling remnant of her troubled childhood. It was anything but rational, something that time and professional help had not been able to irradiate, the source of the fear still unknown yet haunting. Just as the accompanying thundered finally reached her she realized an unnatural sense of foreboding.
The sense of well being created by the long soak was momentarily lost as she quickly moved to turn off the tub's jets. She scolded herself for being a big baby; maybe it was because she was home alone. The ensuing quiet enveloped her as she placed a hand on either side of the tub and lifted herself up out of the water just as another streak of lightening lit up the bathroom this one so much closer. Misty caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirror on the north wall it was almost photographic-like, snapped in that split second of luminosity. Her wet skin causing every curve and angle to be exemplified, white bubbles cascading down over her still firm tits, sliding unimpeded until caught in her dark bushy triangle. Reaching for the towel she felt a patch of fluffy bubbles break loose and start its slow path down her long well toned leg. "You would have liked that snapshot view won't you, Geoff?" she said aloud to herself frowning. She was sad that yet again she would sleep alone.
Misty could make almost anything dainty and as she stepped out of the water onto the tub skirt it was the epitome of feminine daintiness just has the thunder rumbled through the house. She jumped. A shiver; no more of a shudder ran through her when the glass block wall surrounding the tub turned blue and the room took on that horrible ultra white hue that only a really close lightening bolt can cause. The thunder rumbled through the house vibrating it to its soul. Instantly the house became as quiet as a tomb a sure sign the electricity was out. "Damn that is the second time this week. Oh well, it is bed time anyway." Misty thought aloud, flipping her mass of wet curls up and over her head only to be caught in the waiting peach-colored towel. The swinging wet hair scattered water droplets putting out yet another candle, deepening the darkness. With an ease that comes from years of practice Misty flipped the towel around her wet hair and quickly fashioned a turban-like headdress. Grabbing the matching bath sheet she patted her delicate skin starting with her left arm first, then right, next came her left breast. As she dried her tits then moved down her torso, her thoughts drifted to all the times she and Geoff had shared a bath then dried each other escalating their foreplay. There was nothing as erotic to Misty as being totally babied by her husband of twenty years.
Geoff had been her only man. She knew he had previous girls, she had heard all the gossip of his school escapades. Geoff had been a varsity football quarterback and he had lived up to the jock reputation until Misty came to town. She had come to visit with her roommate and to attend the homecoming dance. One year to the day after meeting, they exchanged rings in the local Methodist Church. To this day, they never passed the church but what they would not reach for the other's hand. Their love was real and deep. It was as if they shared one soul.
Even when the twins Becky and Brent had come along, nothing interfered with their romance. The babies had only been another indicator that they knew how to do things right. The twins were about four when one Sunday afternoon the doorbell rang while Geoff and Misty were making love. Geoff froze with his big thick cock pushed all the way up, deep in Misty's pussy. Their eyes met. Neither moved, no words were spoken but they wished whomever was at the door would just leave. Their eyes started to crinkle and Misty could feel Geoff's cock jump as he started to laugh trying to keep from letting loose his infectious belly laugh. Misty bit her lower lip in the effort.
"Hi Gram and Poppa. You will have to wait for Mommy and Daddy, Daddy is pleasuring Mommy again." It started as a high-pitched embarrassed giggle from Geoff's mother and quickly turned into a knee-slapping belly laugh from his Dad. Misty and Geoff knew they finally had been caught.
Not one to ever let her brother have the last word, Becky piped up, "Be real quiet and good, Gram and Poppa, OK." Mrs. Sharp snorted as she always did whey she got carried away. Geoff and Misty heard every word through the paper thin walls of their first home. Geoff looked at Misty and smiled and pumped furiously in and out of her still tight pussy. He leaned down and whispered, "I will not let this hard-on die until you have milked me dry. I love you, Misty." The bed springs creaked. Misty felt her climax rekindled in spite of herself. She raised herself up to take Geoff's face in her hands and to kiss him sucking his tongue into her mouth. The every best feeling was to have her man in her at both ends and the same time. They orgasmed only their kiss keeping them silent as he emptied his balls into her hot cunt, her spasming hole milking him dry. After a quick shower together, soaping each other's backs, they went to face the laughter they knew his parents would not be able to hold, sure that the whole family would soon know how they spent their Sunday afternoons.
Misty blushed a deep crimson; she felt the heat racing up from her chest. Even now she remembered thinking that she must have been glowing like a neon sign when they walked into their living room. Geoff's Dad congratulated his only child on taking after the "Old man", while his Mother came up and gave Misty a quick hug, "I wish I was being pleasured right about now those were the days." She whispered ending with a chuckle. That gesture made all the difference and through the years they had often laughed at words of wisdom spoken by their precocious four year olds. Geoff III was born nine months later completing their family.
The twins were now in their first year of university each attending the school of their choice but on opposite coasts, separated for the first time. Now only Geoffy was still had home, tonight even he was staying at his best friend's home next door. 'Where had the years gone?' Misty mused to her reflection as she cleaned her teeth in the glow of a single candle. The heavy moist air of the bathroom smelled that unique smell of candles just extinguished mixed with the lavender from her bubble bath.
Uncoiling her towel turban, and hanging the towels to dry, she plopped down at her dressing table nude to comb out her mass of auburn hair, carefully setting the candle on the table. She was proud that she had inherited her father's genes that seemed to hold in abeyance the appearance of gray hair and wrinkles. Geoff loved when friends and clients would complement him on his young wife's looks. He would whisper to her when appropriate, "If only they knew you had robbed the cradle, not the other way around."
Misty's standard answer was to hold up five fingers. She was five days older than her handsome outgoing husband. Misty always felt so fortunate to have snagged this football star's heart. Their love had only grown with the years, tested and matured with life's trials.
