She moved the soap slowly in her hands, its soft fragrance fragrancing the steam in her hot shower. As she rubbed the lather over her shoulder and collarbones, she imagined it was him, standing behind her, feeling his body pressed against hers as he explored her flesh. Hot water falling all around them, their bodies slick, barely containing their desire.
It had always been chemical with him, desire sewn right into her bones. Their electric magnetism fuelled many happily sleepless nights. She leaned against the shower wall, feeling the water pound on her chest, her thoughts drifting, always, back to him. She dragged her fingernails across her chest, digging them in where her collarbone met her shoulder. She pressed hard, a delicious sharpness erupting from the space where she broke the skin. She gripped and leaned into the water, letting the sting of the water hitting her fuel this fantasy.
Her hand moved deliberately, forcefully, down between her legs. She spread herself wide enough to feel her own wetness. Dripping, she plunged two fingers in, using her own moisture to rub her clit. She pressed with her whole hand, mimicking the pressure she'd feel if it were him and let her head fall back, water hitting her neck as her orgasm began to build.
She craved his body, his desire. His hunger fed her, his longing need filled her. She felt the space within her needing to be filled and let the longing build, knowing that when she did finally feel his hard cock thrusting into her, it would feel even better than she could imagine, like it always did.
She kept her fingers pressed against her clit as she came, her legs beginning to shake with her extended touch.
Plunging two fingers deep inside her she felt how wet she had gotten, how hard she came thinking about him. Always him. She stepped out of the shower into the steam and wrapped a towel around herself.
She got dressed slowly, letting herself savor the way the various fabrics and textures felt on her skin. She felt goosebumps as she pulled up her thigh high stockings, imagining the stunned, hungry, look that would be on his face as he saw them later, acting as a frame around her waiting pussy. She resisted the urge to jump on her bed and cum again, choosing instead to let the feelings build, at least for the moment.
Her dress and heels on, she left to meet him outside. He was parked right outside her place, leaning against the passenger door with his legs crossed at the ankles. He was always well dressed, but tonight he looked impeccable. His crisp black button-up matched his pants and his leather belt, the look finished with a smart but not-too-flashy watch and his signature Italian-made shoes. It was understated yet elegant, rewarding those that looked at the finer details. She walked towards him slowly, letting her hips swing to the rhythm of her heels on the sidewalk, smelling the subtle notes of his cologne, which was somehow always the perfect amount, as she approached.
Her heart raced as she watched his eyes drink her in, starting with the heels, lingering at the mid-thigh length of her dress, and biting his lip as he got to her tits and shoulders.
"Hey," she said.
He stared at her lips, a dark red, which contrasted by the pale of her skin in the moonlight.
"Hey," he answered, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her in. She let herself be pressed into him, feeling his belt buckle press against her. His hands moved to the swells of her ass, gripping and bringing her close enough to taste.
